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JULANCE DAY 14: POTENTIAL

Everything happens so quickly after Naxzaela.

Without any serious interrogation efforts, Lotor is accepted onto team Voltron. He pretends to be gracious and generous, but Lance can recognize his sleazy character from a million miles away. Having a good read on people is something he prides himself on, and he knows in his heart of hearts that this Lotor guy? Total bad luck.

When he tries to voice as much to Allura, he’s shut down, hard.

“Can’t we allow people to grow, to change?” she tells him, grabbing at his shoulder armor. It silences Lance quickly, and he can’t find the energy to fight it any further. Well, at least she learned something from the whole Galra Keith incident. Sucks that it extended to Lotor, though Lance supposes that might be an over correction.

His blood practically vibrates with his unvoiced opinions. Still, he shuts his damn mouth, sidelined even further as he watches their princess schmooze with the greasy purple prince. Lance really thought they had something going, a solid friendship. Now, it feels as if his only companion is Coran. And the older Altean has been somewhat subdued in wake of being freed from the Voltron Show parasite.

So, Lance is often alone. Especially in disagreements.

Another thing: Zarkon is dead. It should feel incredible, like a great victory and an end to the devastation. In his place, though, there are thousands of others desperate to replace him, including the witch Haggar. Take out one hydra head, fifty more ugly purple ones spring from its neck.

Lotor announces that a coronation is to occur, and that he must go. Lance, Hunk, and Pidge express concerns, but Lance is aware that he’s the loudest. He raises his voice a little as he tells Lotor the dangers, skirting on his mistrust. It’s impossible to miss the cold gleam in his eyes as he sneers down his nose at the red paladin. However, it’s Shiro who speaks up.

“I told you to stay out of this!”

Once again, Lance feels a heavy castle door slam down right in front of him, essentially forcing the matter. Bitterness creeps up like a familiar, ugly taste in his mouth. The potential energy in his limbs continues to grow and press against his body, begging to be let free. Lance refuses to let it out. He’s been able to tamp his emotions this far, and he won’t fold now. With his head held high, he carries on.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t work for much longer. It’s Pidge’s voice who snarks in his head when it all goes to shit: then, after the buildup of pressure, it all goes ‘kablooey.’ Granted, she’d been describing a gaseous container, but same difference.

Allura and Lance are at the training deck, tag-teaming a few bots. Lance stays behind her, aiming sharp bullets from his shiny red rifle while she takes out kneecaps and elbows. It’s the first alone time they’ve had together in weeks. He’s clumsier than normal, frustrated by his poor performance, his distance from his team, Shiro’s harsh tone. The emotions of the recent days are catching up to him, tearing apart his normally collected facade. Allura notices his missteps and shoots him a concerned look out of the side of her eye.

Lance snaps. He charges the bots, bringing his rifle over his head and letting the charge pulse out of his chest and into his arms, through his fingertips. A burst of red light sears his vision. He cuts through two bots like putty.

Cuts?

“End simulation!” Allura yells, and Lance barely pays attention to the training bots as they sink to their clanking knees. No, his gaze is fixed on his hands, awed at the bright red sword resting in them. It’s tall, with razor sharp edges and a sturdy pommel that fits perfectly in his grip.

“I haven't seen that for ten thousand years,” Allura reverently says, her hand reaching over to gently skirt over the blade. “It's an Altean broadsword - my father used one just like it." Lately, she’s gotten worse at hiding her feelings. Her memories and despair are plain on her face.

“Is having three bayard forms… normal?” Lance questions, nervous.

“I don’t believe anything about Voltron has normal limits,” Allura admits. She withdraws her hand suddenly from the sword and curls it into a gentle fist. “Coran might be able to show you the basic forms, but I’m afraid I never trained intensively with the sword. It’s a shame Keith isn’t here.”

Lance has to laugh at that, even if the sound of it comes out falsely. “Yeah. It is.”

He deactivates his bayard and resolves to tell no one. The princess is too occupied to spread the word, and he doesn’t need this additional reminder of Keith’s absence. Red rumbles in his mind, reminding him through vague pulses that she will be furious if he does not act, let out the anger and the stress in any manner. She hisses that he cannot accept himself if he doesn’t take ownership of this sword and what it means.

But Lance isn’t used to jumping heart-first, anymore. He hasn’t operated that way for a while.

That doesn’t work for me, Red, he explains mentally.

Another pulse shoots back that it could, if he’d just let it out. Released the pressure. There are great heights he can soar to, if he takes advantage of the passion that cries to be expressed. Images slide through his mind and quicken his heart. Keith, angry and loud, holding his fury like fire in his hands and forming a sword with it. Keith, teeth bared and hands high, channeling passion into every strike. Keith is everywhere and his feelings are everywhere and his happiness and his rage and his agony and they all explode out into firelight—

“I’m not him!” Lance shoves up a mind wall to stop Red from continuing her barrage. He pinches his nose, an ache developing behind his forehead. It takes a few beats to slow his breathing and relax all the tense muscles that sprang to action with the visions.

“I’m not him.”

The red bayard in his hand taunts him all the same.

#voltron #lance mcclain #julance2025 #julance #klance #keith kogane #vld #lance voltron #princess allura #kuron #klance fic #this has really been a hard time for lance in canon and i feel like i had to stay true to that #this broadsword. i can say so much about it. but I don’t have the time rn…#I will tho #sorry for continued hammer 🔨

(Syd March posting) might be mid characterizing him (be warned!)

He seems to be the type to order a period pain simulator. If you menstruate, he will laid down next to you and you both suffer together.

He does it not to be asshole but to feel closer to you and feel your pain

Imagine laying down and having his arms wrapped around your midsection. His chin in your shoulder . Your whimpers of pain mixed with his . Suffering but together.