#deaf lance

[mypurelyselfindulgentprompts]

Lance takes a hit during a battle that renders him deaf or mute. No one thinks to inform Keith of this, who was off with the Blades at the time.

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[kazeshinisora]

So, I read this fanfic on ao3 a couple years ago and I want to read it again but I can't find it. I don't remember all of the details but here's what I do remember.

- Keith and his dad move to a new town where it's hot and it's summer there

- Lance is deaf. He lost his hearing after sleeping on a concussion. I think he got said concussion while playing soccer or something but I'm not 100% sure on that

- Lance's mom runs a flower shop where Lance helps out

- Shiro either manages or just works at a convenience store. I think Keith starts working there too but I can't remember.

- I think the first time Lance and Keith meet is when Keith is taking boxes out of his dad's car to take into their apartment

- Lance has a big family and can speak Spanish

- Lance and Hunk both know ASL and SSL

- There's this one scene where Lance is driving, Hunk, Keith, and I think Pidge and Shiro are there but I can't remember, and they get pulled over and so that he doesn't get in trouble Lance starts signing in SSL really fast

- There's another scene with fireworks where Keith and Lance are looking at the fireworks and Lance says he really loves fireworks because it's one of the only things he can still hear a little bit

- I think there's this one scene where Lance starts talking a little too loud, either because he is stressed, angry or excited. I can't remember

- Lance has a couple of nephews and nieces too who he hangs out with

- I think Keith likes sketching and drawing but I can't remember

- I also think it's slow burn and that there's a bunch of pining but, again, I can't really remember for sure.

- It's also a fairly long fanfic. I think it's over 20000 words at least

If anyone know what fanfic it is can you please tell me? I'd really appreciate it.

[heyvivalapluto]

langst headcanon, the sequel:

[Part One]

so, back to lance losing his hearing, right? lance doesn’t recover much of his hearing, no matter how many times he ended up in the pods, but it’s still manageable; he can still hear a little. keith has created this habit of whispering to him, but who knows if lance will have his hearing for much longer. so, lance decides that he’s going to learn sign language and morse code, just to be safe.

imagine lance trying to find an universal sign language and finding one that most planets across the galaxy officially use - so he must learn it.

when he’s not training or eating or sleeping, he’s learning it. he tells keith about it and he decides he will learn it too. imagine our boys learning together. imagine lance confusing a few signs and saying gibberish to keith, who pretends to understand until he can’t hold his stare, because now lance just started doing an offensive gesture and the poor boy doesn’t realize it.

(imagine keith being supportive about learning sign language but asking lance to still keep talking. lance doesn’t understand the request. “i thought you would love for me to shut up.”, he jokes. / “just keeping using your voice as well.” keith insists, shrugging, not giving an explanation. keith just loves lance’s voice and he doesn’t like the idea of never hearing it again. )

the team obviously notice that lance now talks with his mouth and with his hands. not only that, but keith does it too. the team notice how quiet lance eventually gets, because now he doesn’t actually have to say something, he just signs. not only that, but how keith started signing with anger at them sometimes and how lance would laugh out loud about it. they figured it wasn’t something nice. so, they get curious about it.

lance is not sure if he should tell them about his almost deafness, because really it’s fine. he’s got it. so, better not to worry them with that, right? keith respects lance’s decision about not telling them, so he just says they were bored or whatever. they are in space, why not learn a new language, right?

except that lance, golden and kind hearted lance, offers that this would be really important for team voltron. “we can be inclusive!”, he says. lance tries as hard as he can to not be “selfish” about it, but now he feels useful for the team. he has something to offer! he has a thing now!

so, my point being: lance starts signing at any voltron meetings with allies across the universe, at speeches, at any and every event. he’s speaking in behalf of voltron and sometimes he does change what allura or shiro or coran are saying to something kinder or funnier. turns out, voltron is more popular than ever. voltron is more accepted than ever. voltron is loved and it’s because of lance’s kind words that the team doesn’t even know he’s saying.

find the fic: here.

[angstalottle]

*whispers* Blind Keith and Deaf Lance

To Keith, Lance was the colour he could never see. Being around him was like seeing all the wonders of the universe just from the familiar tones of his voice. When Keith was around Lance he felt like he could see all that ever did and ever will matter to him.

To Lance, Keith was the symphony he could never hear. Being around him was like he could listen to the angels sing. When Lance was around Keith he felt like he could hear ever word that made up the secrets of the universe

[bleusarcellewrites]

The One Keith Learns ASL

I really needed to get this out of my system, it’s probably like pretty simple? But it’s funny, for me at least lmao. 

So, it has everything.

It’s the typical standar bus that comes seven minutes late every day of the week but none of its users are fazed by the fact anymore. It has the warm and cozy weather that signals the end of winter and lets you know that spring is around the corner.

Worn out seats and hard old gum underneath them? Check. Half open window on the right side of the bus that is stuck but gives you a great cool breeze during summer? Check and still stuck.

The entire thing has the potential to be a fanfic scenario Pidge always talks about.

In the end, though, Keith knows what really makes the entire situation a fanfic troop: the cute brunet on the left side of the bus, third row, next to the window and who he keeps trying to establish a conversation with no success.

Now, Keith’s not a creep. He might not leave his apartment for three days straight when his favorite show’s new season premieres and he might also tried to recreate that ET scene from the 80 with his hoverbike and with Pidge on the front as the alien just for the fun of it, but again, not a creep.

Sure, alright, he has stared at the brunet boy for like...the entire semester, maybe, but in his defense, Keith has tried to talk to him because Keith’s not as social constipated as he looks.

The problem is that, well, the guy’s deaf.

And it had taken him a long ass time to even realize that.

The first time he tries talking with Cute Guy is on the second week of school, when Shiro couldn’t give him a ride to the campus because some grown up adult-ish stuff he needed to take care of earlier than usual, so Keith had been stuck using the bus.

Keith’s eyes had locked on Cute Guy’s form almost as soon as he stepped into the bus, especially because most of the bus was deserted at that time. Tanned skin with a lean form and shaggy brown hair, soft blue eyes and sharp jaw. It hadn’t taken long for Keith to sign the fuck up to all of that.

The brunet had been staring out of the window at the time, a serene easy smile on his lips as his fingers danced against his forearm. Keith had taken the seat next to him but on the right side of the bus, right next to the hallway and he had taken a deep breath before he turned to face the brunet.

The weather. Keith had asked about the weather and there was no reply for his dumb comment.

Keith honestly doesn’t blame him for not answering because, really? The weather comment was the best he could do? But at the time, Keith had been annoyed back then, thinking that ‘yeah sure, I’m awkward as hell but at least acknowledged me.’

On the bright side, if Keith’s anything his brother despites, is that he’s stubborn as fuck.

So, he tries again the next day.

And the following.

And the next.

It wasn’t until a nice lady that always sits behind Keith, taking pity on him after his million tries, tells him that she has never seen the brunet talk with anyone that Keith’s mind comes across with the only possible explanation.

The guy’s deaf.

It had been like a big bright light bulb inside Keith’s mind, just like the solution for his problem.

Shiro called him ‘crazy’, Keith calls it ‘determination’ and ‘fuck off, Shiro, you once dipped yourself in jello to impress Allura.’

Learning ASL language was harder than Keith had thought, too many movements he never even knew his hands could make and took way longer than he had anticipated. It had been quite an experience, if he was being honest, but Uncle Antok had been nothing but patient with him until the very first time Keith managed to hold an easy simple conversation with him, both of them beaming proudly and high fiving each other.

‘Go get that boy!’ His Uncle had signed him that night, and Keith might or might have not signed back the word ‘cupcake’ and ‘fire’ together by accident, but he had been excited, his Uncle couldn’t blame him.

Now, it was time to put all his hard work into action and he was going to get a date with the cute brunet on the bus.

Keith takes a deep breath, throwing his shoulders back as he steps into the bus and with a quick greeting towards the driver, he heads towards the the brunet and stands next to his seat, shifting nervously.

He hopes the driver doesn’t see how he’s breaking the bus rules on proper ways to ride a bus but hey, he’s a man on a mission.

It takes a few seconds but somehow, Cute Guy catches him from the corner of his eye and then he’s blinking curiously straight at him, head tilts to the side as a thin eyebrow arches up in his face.

Keith pats himself in his mind for the good work before he nods to himself and starts signing.

‘Hi, I’m Keith.’ He signs slowly, making sure not to miss any move in his words, lips pursed as he tries to think back of his Uncle’s tips, ‘Do you mind if I sit with you?’

Keith’s smile dims slowly when the brunet only stares at him blankly.

Did, did he fucked up? Already?

That’s a record.

‘Or not. It’s fine.’ Keith signs quickly, taking a step back and offers a small apologetic smile, ‘I’m sorry. I will go --’

“I’m sorry.” Cute Guy says loudly then, lips moving clear to pronounce every words, hands raising to pull something from his hair and Keith’s eyes widen when he sees the small wireless earbud on the tanned hand, “I don’t speak ASL. Can you text? Maybe I can help that way.”

The brunet quickly pulls his hands up, as if holding a cellphone and estars ‘typing’ on it as if to demonstrate what he’s trying to say but Keith’s attention is on the fact the guy he’s been crushing on is not deaf.

Oh my god, he’s not deaf.

“You’re not deaf!” Keith shouts before he slaps a hand over his mouth, “I’m sorry, I mean, oh my god, I thought you were deaf and - Oh god, this is so embarrassing, I’m so sorry.”

The brunet blinks and then a bright smile starts growing on his lips. Keith suppresses the blush that threatens to cover his cheeks at the sight.

“You, uh, you thought I was deaf?” Cute Guy asks, a teasing eyebrow raised playfully and Keith wants to die. “So your response was to learn ASL?”

Keith flushes hard, flopping himself on the edge of the row behind him, right next to the brunet’s. “I mean - ! You wouldn’t even look at me whenever I talked to you, so I just, ya know! Asked my Uncle if he could teach me ASL because I thought you were deaf, because yeah, that was logical in my head and um, Imma stop talking.”

His hands can’t stop flying all over the place so he resigns himself to shove them deep into his armpits, face still red in embarrassment.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” Cute Guy apologizes, a soft a laugh leaving his mouth as he moves seats until he’s on the edge of his row, closer to Keith, “I usually listen to music on the ride to campus. I’m sorry if it seemed like I ignored you or ….well, you thought I was deaf.”

Keith groan, leaning forward until his forehead touches his knees. “Give me a quick death, please.”

Cute guy hums above him. “How about a coffee, instead?”

Keith’s head whips back up at the words, eyes wide in surprise as he stares at the brunet. Cute Guy offers him a beaming smile with an edge of shyness on it and Keith wants to see more of it.

“I kinda want to get to know the guy who learnt ASL just to talk to me.” Cute Guy continues, shrugging his shoulders, “I never knew I was worth learning a new language. I’m flattered.”

“Um,” Keith gapes before he shakes his head and smiles back, “Uh, yeah, yeah, I would love to.”

He gets a yet another beaming smile and Keith knows he’s never going to get enough of it.

“But no more earbuds!”

“Pft, deal.”

[ridleytheknight]

I Think You Forgot (Deaf Lance)

Well starlings~ You asked, and I made~ Enjoy my first one-shot in forever!

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           Lance never thought one stupid accident would change his life so dramatically, he never thought all it would take was one little mistake. One fall and he would lose something so important. Lance still remember everything before it. How loud the cars were in the street, how quiet the breeze was, how chilly it was. He wasn’t wearing a jacket. Yet, he couldn’t remember anything during it. The doctor’s said it was his brain protecting him from trauma. Lance called it his brain stealing even his last few painful moments of still being able to hear completely.

           Now the world was just so dim.

           It was flat with one of side of the sound. Muffled. It also made the world so much more terrifying. He constantly was looking over his right shoulder. It always felt like there was something there. The tingling in his ears was the worst. It was like static in the whole right side of his head. They said it was subconscious memories and trauma. Lance just called it annoying.

           He wanted to be normal.

           He wanted to be healed.

           He wanted to be treated like the rest.

           But it happened in front of the school. People in their small town had known him before the accident. And somehow that made it so much worse. They’d forget. Or they’d remember too much. Or they’d make Lance forget. Or make him remember too much. Sometimes. Lance thought not being born partially deaf was so much worse.

           Because then maybe he wouldn’t miss what he could never have again.

           Luckily, or maybe unluckily, (it was a pretty bad time in his life) everyone quickly learned to stop mentioning it when they didn’t have to. Learned to stop harassing him about it constantly. Two broken noses was a coincidence, six broken limbs of varying degree is a  trend. One that no one liked to talk about, and Lance was even less likely to bring up.

           His mother never blamed him.

           Maybe that hurt, maybe that didn’t. Maybe that felt too much like pity. Maybe it felt too much like an impossible understanding.

           Garrison was a blessing in comparison.

           As long as Lance kept people on his left and he always made sure he was loud and rambunctious, likable, but not someone most people would talk to. It was a blessing really. For once, Lance could be normal. Left the fuck alone.

           Well, at least until someone had to find out.

           Thank god it was Hunk though.

           You couldn’t really hide things from roommates.

           Though, Lance had to admit, someone knowing about it was a little nice. Hunk also was a good person. He both didn’t pity Lance, nor did he let Lance fall into any depths of self-pity. He also shielded Lance in quiet ways, always appearing on Lance’s left side before migrating quickly to Lance’s right side like a shield. Keeping a little bit a head of Lance so Lance could see him.

           It was even more of a blessing though when they were shot into space. And Lance was ninety percent sure he could have probably, accidently, nearly beat someone to death with how anxious and twitchy he was in such an unpredictable and unfamiliar environment. Hunk kept him grounded though, and helped him fit back into his usual role of unpredictable comic relief. No one even knew for the longest time. Coms helped. He switched his to his left ear, and no one questioned.

           Lance had never thanked being ambidextrous and able to fake being left hand and eye dominant ever in his life.

           Lance had to admit, it was kinda funny how his friends did eventually find out.

           Laughing loudly, Lance was goofing off with Hunk and Pidge in the hallway to the kitchen. It was one of his particularly bad days. When his whole right side tingled and everything felt like it was going to come out of nowhere, but Hunk was there… so Lance’ resisted the constant urge to look over his shoulder. Lance only indulged that instinct when he was alone or in a dangerous situation that it could be passed off as normal.

           So, when all of a sudden there was a tight grip sent shooting and tingling numbness through his whole arm and surprised him. Really it wasn’t his fault when his left arm shot up and decked whatever was on his bad side. Which just happened to be Keith. Shit. And there was already a dark bruise forming on Keith’s jaw… shit.

           Hunk was crying and apologizing nearly a hundred times. Pidge was only laughed harder, almost rolling on the floor as she laughed like a maniac. Lance was just pissed though, unreasonably so, but annoyance was always his first reaction when people did shit like that. It was honestly a little unhealthy and he knew it. Didn’t mean he didn’t do it.

           Though it had to be superficial damage because in barely a second Keith was up and grabbing Lance by the collar. “What the hell?! I’ve been asking you a question for five minutes already! Then when I try to actually get your attention you hit me? Did I do something?” Keith’s grip had loosened in the middle of his rant, as if he were starting to wonder if he didn’t anything wrong. It made Lance’s own anger deflate just a bit. Lance just giving out an irritated and huff and running a hand through his hair.

           “No, you’re fine. You just startled me.” Keith narrowed his eyes. Skeptical. It seemed though Pidge was one step ahead. Lance nearly jumped out of his skin as a ball of paper went sailing past his right peripheral vision. Keith had already moved. Seeing it. But Lance should have heard it, right? Pidge sent another one sailing past him before he whipped around to look at her accusingly.

           “Pidge! Cut that out!” Lance’s face was squished into an irritated scowl. Keith couldn’t help but to think it was almost cute. If anger could be cute.

           “I’m just surprised he hasn’t realized it yet.” Lance frowned.

           “What-? Wait, when did you?”

           “Before Hunk. You made it pretty obvious if you knew what to look for. I have a completely deaf uncle. He’d do the same thing. Not to mention, you’re not too subtle staring at everyone’s lips passes from flirty or whorish to suspicious after a while.” Wait, Lance stared at more people’s lips than just his?

           After a minute, it hit Keith head on.

           Lance was deaf.

           Keith had just startled him with what probably was his deaf ear.

           It made Keith pause and go over the entire conversation and circumstances before he got decked by Lance. The bruise throbbed while he thought and Keith couldn’t help but feel like he slightly deserved it. God, even without knowing it he’d been an asshole.

           Keith’s thoughts severed with an irritated sigh leaving Lance’s lips. “Of course, you knew. Of fucking course. That’s great. But god, stop throwing shit at me!” Pidge screeched in reply.

           “Not until you cool it with the sexual tension! Fuck already!” And because Pidge knew what was good for her. Grabbed her laptop and turned tail before Lance could compute what she’d said. Hunk following suite to make sure on the off chance Lance did run after her she’d have a running chance while Hunk tried to placate Lance. But Lance didn’t even try. Only heaved a dry chuckle.

           “What am I going to do with them?” And Lance turned to give him a sly grin that made his heart skip. “Wanna help me get some revenge? Or did you want to tell me what you were trying ask me?” Keith got his barings enough to answer him luckily.

           “I was asking if you wanted to fight the gladiator with me.” Lance gave another melting smile.

           “Sure. Sounds fun, let’s go.” And Lance was walking slightly ahead of Keith, Keith following like a lost puppy as a half assed idea starting forming in Keith’s mind. As Keith snuck over to the side where Pidge had been throwing her items and whispered.

           “I love you.” And nothing happened, Keith smiled. Safe. Except…

           “I love you too.” Keith stopped dead, but Lance kept walking, only looking over his left shoulder with a grin.

           “I think you forgot I’m deaf mostly in my right ear mullet man. Now, are we going now or what?” Lance’s hand was open, palm up to Keith.

           Keith would have been an idiot to not take it.

[klanceficatalogue]

Hello!! I was wondering if you could rec any deaf lance fics? I've seen a lot of deaf Keith fics but deaf lance seems to be rare. thank you so much c:

here you go! fun fact there are exactly 2 deaf lance fics on ao3 that are not part of a soul eater AU (if you want i can link that too, just send over another ask)

-Rotem

I Think You Forgot (Deaf Lance) by CreepyLittleLullaby (1/1 | 1421 | General Audiences)

He never thought one mistake as a kid would end up like this.

Cadence by Ironic_Swag7782 (½ | 1513 | General Audiences)

Things haven’t always been easy for Lance, being deaf and socially awkward. Well, it seems maybe he’s getting some luck - actually, this almost-as-socially-awkward-as-him kid doesn’t seem that lucky. Huh, you never know.

[artobsessed-writes4fun]

I’m Safe When You Are Here

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Lance checked his phone as soon as he got out of bed. Chance of a thunderstorm tonight, it read. Great, he sighed, just what he needed. The Weapon got up and stretched, it was Saturday so there’s no class and he will probably lounge around the house all day since he didn’t make any plans. Going to the bathroom and brushing his teeth, he decided against getting dressed, figuring he didn’t need to on such a lazy day. He wandered into the kitchen still sleepy and without his headphones on and wrapped his arms around his Meister who was making breakfast.

“Someone woke up late today?” His Miester mused with a smile painted across his lips. Lance couldn’t quite make out what he said since he was just listening to his voice through his back but he make a noise of agreement in return since he can guess it’s something about being up late. The dark haired boy turned around in his arms and kissed his forehead making Lance smile. Keith is always so lovey dovey with him and it makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside everytime he sees his smile or feels his lips.

“What...are you...making?” Lance asked slowly. It’s hard to gauge when he has made a sound or when a particular vowel is changing but Keith always seems to patient with him and waits for him to finish asking the question before answering. Keith smiles to himself as he hears Lance’s voice.

“I’m making eggs and bacon. Do you want some?” He made sure to speak clearly so Lance could read his lips and Lance brighten at the mention of bacon. “Of..course!” That just made Keith smile more. “Alright then, go set the table and I’ll have it ready for you in just a few minutes.” The brunette went about setting the table happily and sits down when he's done waiting for Keith to be done making breakfast. A few minutes later Keith comes over to the table with a plate of eggs, bacon and toast and sets it between the two seats. Sitting down he motions for Lance to dig in which the Weapon is more than happy to oblige. Loading his plate up he starts to eat, humming at how good it tastes. Keith has always been an excellent cook. No one but Shiro and him know that though and it’s kind of like their little secret. Keith watches Lance eat in amusement and finishes his food as Lance is starting on his second helping. He leans over to tap him on the arm to get his attention.

“I am going to town with Shiro today. He needs to see a black smith about his brass knuckles and wants me to come along so I can pick out a metal for my sword. Are you alright with saying here on your own?” He read the weather report as well and he knows that Lance has a dislike for thunderstorms, or at least that’s what Lance as told him. “I’ll….be...fine.” Lance gives him a bright smile to reassure him knowing that if he lets Keith think for a minute that he won’t be okay he won’t leave the house and Lance doesn’t want him to miss a day with Shiro just because of his stupid fear. “Say...Hi to...Shiro for...me.” Keith’s shoulders release the tension that was in them and he returns Lance’s smile. “Will do.” He gets up and walks over to Lance. Tilts his head up and gives him a long kiss.

“I’ll be back before seven.” He goes to grab his coat and Lance waves and signs a travel safe and goodbye to him before he walks out the door. Once he has seen the door is closed he turns back to his food, suddenly losing his appetite. He prays that the thunderstorms don’t come until after seven. He really doesn’t want to be here all alone when they get here.  

Unfortunately the gods Lance prayed to didn’t seem to listen. So now here he was, sitting on his bed curled up into a ball with a blanket on his head. The thing that scared him about thunderstorms was that he couldn't hear the thunder. He could only feel is rattle thing things around him and see the brief flash of lightning lighting up the room from beyond his blanket cave. He would put on his headphones if the loud sudden clap of noise didn’t hurt his ears when he was wearing them. All he could do was wait for Keith to come home. Everything would be alright with his Miester around.

It felt like forever but finally Keith walked through the front door. He was drenched head to toe and jacket dripped water everywhere. Shucking the wet leather off and toeing his shoes off he made his way into the apartment. All the lights were off and Lance wasn’t in the living room or kitchen like he normally is which is odd. Keith makes his way to his Weapon’s room and finds a something curled up under a blanket when he walks in. Walking over to Lance’s bed he pulls the blanket off so Lance knows it’s him. He watches as panic fills the brunette’s eyes for a second before they light up when he realizes it’s just Keith and not someone else. He gives keith a huge grin until a clap of thunder makes the bed shake a small bit, not enough for Keith to see but enough for Lance to feel it.

Before Keith can even react Lance is in his arms, knocking him to the ground with an oaf! Lance pulls away a bit to look down at him. “You’re...all..wet.” He says with a smile. Now that his Miester is home the thunder isn’t so bad. Keith just laughs. “Of course I am wet. I got stuck out in the rain and it’s down pouring.” He weaves his fingers into Lance’s hair. “Are you alright though? I know you don’t like thunderstorms but I didn’t know you were afraid of them.” Lance just shakes his head and gets up, pulling Keith up with him. “I’m...fine now...with you here. Let’s take...a bath. You’re cold..right?”

Keith didn’t notice before since he was worried about Lance but he was shivering and his fingers and toes where ice cold. “Yeah, a bath sounds great right now.” Lance pulls him toward the bathroom and fills the tub up. Keith has trouble taking his clothes off since his hands are cold and shaking but Lance helps him and soon they are both in the tub. Keith sighs as the cold leeches out of him and Lance cuddles up to him with his back against his meister’s back. Keith wants to ask him if he is really okay but he wouldn’t be able to hear him anyway.

He just accepts the fact that Lance is happy right now and he will make sure that he is always with him during thunderstorm in the future.