OOHHH I'M FERAL FOR THIS ONE (ofc you don't have to if you don't want to dw <3) BUT *deep inhale* LEAVING LIPSTICK ON THE MASHLE BOYS PLEASE I BEG GIVE THEM ALL THE LIPSTICK KISSES I BEG
the smirk i had on my face when i read this scared me-
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leaving lipstick marks on...
mash thought it was a normal day where you showered him with kisses and love galore. didn't think much of it when you gave him a quick peck the cheek and his lips, but was confused when you started giggling after you pulled away.
when he looked at you to ask if something was wrong, he saw the blurred, red pigment on your lips, which were spread into a wide smile. if he had anything to say about it, he'd say you were proud of yourself for something.
he genuinely doesn't realize what you were so happy about until later that day when he meets up with his friends, who were more than shocked to him in such a state.
while they help him clean away his face and tell him to wipe your kisses away to not have the marks leave behind stains on his skin, he doesn't see a problem with it. he feels a little sad since he didn't get to see his face with your kisses on it, but he could always go back to you for more, no?
finn knows what you're up to instantly. the moment he sees you with the vibrant red lipstick on, he's looking for a way to escape his fate. the problem is that he can't say no to you when you have your arms open for a hug like that, so he ends up with three or four kisses on his face anyway.
they're mostly scattered across his freckles, which leaves him a little more flustered than it would if it were, for example, on his forehead. however, he has enough manners to not wipe them away immediately in fear of hurting your feelings for doing so. he'll keep them for a few minutes and wipe them away once you've had your fill of giggles and pride.
dot has nothing to lose when it comes to you. anything to do with you is a win-win for him, so he has no qualms letting you scatter lipstick marks all over him. he'll even pull the collar of his shirt down a little to let you leave some on his neck and collarbone!
he does get a little nervous someone might see him in this state, but pushes the thought away because there's nothing embarrassing about receiving love from his girlfriend.
he has pride as a boyfriend, and this is certainly one of his proudest moments as your lover.
lance is completely against it unless you're in private. he doesn't want anyone but you to see him at the mercy of your love and affection. if someone did see, he might melt into a puddle of embarrassment and die in a hole somewhere. please don't tease him too much, he won't let you do it again!
he'll only ever admit to himself internally that it wasn't a horrible experience, and seeing his face covered in pretty red marks in the shape of your lips wasn't a bad sight, but he'll never say it out loud.
such a prideful boyfriend you have here.
rayne decides to judge how he feels about your actions after he experiences it. he's willing to be less uptight when he's with you because you're just a classmate, nor are you his coworker. his seriousness has no place in your relationship, and if word got out that the sword cane is a lovesick fool, then who is he to deny it?
the entire world should know his heart belongs to you, which is more than enough for him to let you brand his face with a pretty shade of red that he thinks is the best color for you. he picked the color out himself, actually! enjoys feeling the smile you have on your face when you finally lean into kiss him on the lips, to which he gladly deepens by putting a hand behind your head.
the red smudge on both of your lips say everything everyone needs to know when they look over to see a flustered you and a proud-looking sword cane with his face decorated with red lipstick.
orter outright denied you access to his face. there was no way he'd let you do something so scandalous to him! he has a reputation to keep, and he won't let you go around destroying it willy-nilly. but if you play your cards right and mutter how you'll test it on someone else, like the ever-so charismatic flame cane, maybe he'll let you put one or two on him.
he's a man of reputation and pride, but he can't have his wife going around leaving lipstick marks on a man that's not him! however, you choose to have mercy on him and leave a kiss or two on the collar of his shirt. it would certainly keep any unwanted attention away from him without making his reputation crumble. it does not, however, save him from the waterfall of teasing he had to endure at his workplace.
abyss is another one who'd prefer to do it in the enclosed space of his dorm room or yours. he can't imagine facing able in such a state, not because he's embarrassed about you. no, no, no, he could never be ashamed of having someone so kind and loving as you as his lover, but he wants to keep some of his dignity, you know? surely, you'd understand.
about three or four kisses in, he forgets about rose-colored pigment on your lips and initiates a makeout session, cupping your cheeks with the gentleness of a feather.
he ends up with lipstick of his own by the end of it, with one distinct mark over his cursed eye. it was obvious that was the first place you kissed, and his heart couldn't soar any higher than it had when he realized this was just another way of you showing him with the blessing called your love.
Hey :D just saw you’re open for requests, so I thought I could tell you that idea for a x reader fanfiction for vld I had in my mind: How about a post-canon Lance, who now works at the garrison as a flight instructor, slowly realizes he’s been falling in love with the reader, who he got to know more because of them working together. He’s first really shocked by that fact, but slowly starts to accept his feelings, and maybe even gets teased for it by his friends. :p If you need more information, please don’t hesitate to just text me. :) Thanks and have a good day. :D
oooo this sounds really good, it’s been quite a while since I’ve written for Voltron so excuse me if I happen to write anything wrong or inaccurate and I’m in class so this might just have to be a wordy hc list haha. Also idk what gender you wanted the reader to be so I’m just gonna do gn reader. This kinda ended up turning more AU than I thought it would because I got carried away, sorry :P
warnings; a little angst at some point but overall it’s happy
Lance x gn reader
Lance always thought that he was just the silly little side character
a flirtatious little attitude and some silly little lines
he knew he was important to his team, to his friends and family but sometimes he just felt like he was the side character in his own life
After working at the garrison for a while he knew he was important, he got better and he opened up to his friends, he was okay now
But he still felt lonely
once you joined the staff he flirted with you occasionally, joked around you, his normal routine
But this time was different
sure people acknowledged his flirting, they thought it was funny or just pushed him away
But now someone flirted back
Thought his jokes were funny
He was ecstatic!
He felt so happy, so full of butterflies in his mind, stomach
what you did was so dizzying and wonderful
Every morning when you two would find yourself in the meeting room he’d say some cheesy lines to you
You’d laugh and flirt back
bump hands while making coffee and tea
talk through the halls
you were practically teens yourselves again
it was so nice
he never really suspected that you two would ever have something more leveled than that
He wanted you two to have fun and talk and stay.....
well just...to stay
he didn’t want things to change but he definitely didn’t want things to stay just like this
he was in an endless loop with himself!
he wanted you two to be together!
he found himself really thinking about it one day, why were you different? why did you make him feel this way?
and then he just thought to himself
‘It’s cause you like them dumby, can’t you see?’
He just sat there after that
on his little desk chair in his room just repeating the words ‘I like them.... I like them???.... I like them....’ over and over and over again in his head
eventually, maybe an hour or so later after his original thought it actually hits him
he jumps up and just stands for a few more minutes
then he just walks to his bed, and goes to sleep
he doesn’t deal with it for a long time
he still flirts and jokes with you
but he just doesn’t have the same enthusiasm as he used to
you don’t say anything for a while
you check up on him, try to spend a little more time figuring out what you did wrong
but one day he just doesn’t see you, doesn’t say hi, doesn’t flirt through the halls
you don’t see him
that has you worried
really worried
you go to check on him and finally confront him about his weird behavior
he just stands there with you holding his little hands and looking at him super worried and teary-eyed just scolding him
he tells you he’s sorry and he wants to figure this out on his own for now, he doesn’t want to tell you anything until he knows for sure that he can handle this
so he does better
he finally talks this out with himself
figures it all out and knows he has to stop just flirting with you and he has to talk to you too
he wants to be with you and if that’s gonna happen anytime soon he needs to get some structure, something that’s gonna make him finally get to know you
so instead of flirting every morning and just joking around, he finally gets to know you
finally talks to you about some regular stuff
boring old stuff that’s just about your day, your morning, your nightmares, your dreams, and everything else he can
and it’s nicer than he thought
you talk to him and there’s still a little flirting here and there but it’s just sweet stuff now
you feel nicer now that you know he’s fine, you ask him about it sometimes and he never tells you the details but it’s nice to hear him telling you about his emotions
After so much pushing from the team he finally asks you out on a date
from there it’s only clockwork until you two start dating
he feels like a teen again
it’s something so fresh and new
he feels light-hearted and there are butterflies in his head all the time now because of you
he doesn’t feel alone anymore
he feels like the main character of his own story for once
and with you, he’s not only that but so much more
Not only does he want to be with you
he wants to live you
and vis versa
he feels so happy, that finally, he feels real
sorry if this was bad I was in class and just really wanted to speed write it. I haven’t watched Voltron since it ended so my memory is just a blur after that whole mess haha.
Wow the support for this has been amazing and I’m beyond thankful for each and every one of you showing this story love! I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Sadness, hurt, Fluffy beyond fluffy, Ella and Lance Fluff!
Parings: Lance X Reader
Masterlist
Lance Tucker Masterlist
Chapter 1, Chapter 3
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Lances' eyes just locked on yours. Taking a deep breath you just weakly smile at him.
“Hey, Lance... Long-time no see.”
Lance can’t believe it. You're here standing front in of him...
“You had a daughter.” You nod as Lance stares down at Ella his heart hurt even more now. You had a daughter and you named her Ella. What lucky asshole got to live his life every day with you and beautiful little Ella.
“Yes, I do Ella come on we better be leaving.” Ella pouts she liked Lance.
“But mommy...” You eye Ella as she pouts at you.
“Come on Bean.” Lance watches you be a mom and he doesn’t know how to feel.
“It was good seeing you Star.” You stop and stare hard at him.
“Don’t call me that.” You snap Ella looks at you strangely as you gather her things. Lance sighs.
“Babe...” Your eyes flash to his as he just steps back. He shouldn’t call you that either, your husband... That’s right your husband would be livid, hell he’d be livid if someone dared called you pet names.
“Ella sweetie let’s go.” Ella frowns she looks up at Lance with a sad face.
“Bye.” She says sadly as Lance watches you walk away from him yet again.
“Ella is a beautiful name! What’s her middle name?” Lance finds himself asking.
You stop hearing him ask that you just shake your head as you keep walking. Ella skipping stops. She stares at her mommy and looks back at Lance.
“Olivia!” She smiles at him as she runs after you.
Lance just stands there feeling a lot of emotions. You had a life and a beautiful little girl one you named the very name you once talked about. He feels his eyes water a tad as he shakes it off.
“Good for you my Star.” He whispers his heart in pieces.
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Ella starts to fuss.
“Mommy! You didn’t give me my locket!” You sigh and pull it out of the bag. As Ella quickly holds it close she kisses it. You watch her as you two head home.’
“Mommy? You knew Lancie?” You sigh and nod as you two walk.
“How?” You smile small.
“We grew up together.” Ella nods a thought in her head.
“Does he know my daddy?” You stop as Ella looks up at you with those eyes.
“Ah, he did yes.” Ella nods at that.
“Lancie has a Gold Medal like daddy!” You nod and smile as Ella tells you all about her day she was happy and excited. While you wanted to scream and drink an entire bottle of wine you couldn’t help but enjoy hearing your little girl's happiness.
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Lance takes a breath as he knocks on the door of his old childhood home. He looks up as the door swings open his mom just stares at him.
“And he returns.” Lance weakly smiles as his mom lets him in. She watches him as Lance sighs.
“Hi, mom.” She pulls him in a hug and smiles.
“Hi, my son. Good to see you.” Lance nods his mom studies him as Lance just looks beaten and sad.
“What’s wrong? Not happy being home?” Lance looks at his mom and just sighs.
“I didn’t think I’d see her and then I do and she has a daughter and she named her Ella and it just...”
Lance's mom just sighs she goes to get a piece of pie for him.
“Ella is adorable she reminds me of you.” Lance just nods he smiles small at that.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t tell me that she had a daughter? That she was happy.” He whispers.
“Lance I didn't think it mattered your the one who broke up with her and didn’t want her.....” Lance snaps
“Didn’t want her in my life? That’s bullshit I still wanted to stay in contact I still wanted to.. to see her to....” His mom raises an eyebrow at him.
“To what son? You broke her heart. You told her that sweethearts don’t last forever and that she had to have known. You didn’t hold her as she cried in my arms. I wanted to kill you, Lance, that girl would have followed you to the ends of the world and what did you do? You’d rather be single to mingle.”
Lance slams his fists on the table. His mom just stares at him.
“I did what I thought was right for both of us. You had no idea none of you did of the pressure I was under. The image my coach and sponsors wanted for me. I did what I had to for me and her.”
Lances mom just shakes her head. She walks back to the kitchen.
“Well, I hope it was worth it. But I guess it all worked out in the end right? You got your fame, your gold medal, and everything. And she has Ella the most beautiful little girl.”
Lance just stares at his mom as he shakes his head.
“Yeah sure.” Lance sighs as he pokes at the pie his mom left him.
“Mom? Is she happy? Truly happy?” Lances mom just smiles sadly at him.
“I think she is I do think maybe sometimes she gets a bit lonely but Ella is her life she loves her.”
Lance nods and wonders why you’d get lonely surely your husband loved you right? A fury of anger surges in Lance at the thought of him not loving you like you deserve.
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Ella starts to pack up her things and pulls out her locket and smiles big at it.
“What do you have there?” Ella looks up and smiles at Lance.
“Hi, Lancie!” He chuckles as Ella beams at him she holds up her locket Lance squints and eyes it.
“My mommy gave it to me. All I have of my daddy.”
Lance stops his eyes widen. All she has of her daddy? He gets on his knees and studies Ella.
“What do you mean by that?” Ella looks up as she kisses her locket like she always does her good luck kiss to her daddy.
“Daddy’s always been away for work. Mommy says his work is very important.”
Lance starts to feel an anger surge through him.
“You’ve never met him?” Ella shakes her head as Lance just wants to snap.
“Well, Little Darling his loss because I’d love having you as a daughter.”
Ella just giggles and wraps her arms around Lance's neck and hugs him tight. Lance just hugs her back. He was falling for Ella and now knowing what he knew he wanted to have his shot at getting you back and making Ella his daughter.
Lance had a goal now.
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Jolene nudges you as you look at her.
“I know you probably don’t want to see but...” Your eyes go to where Jolene is pointing. It was as if someone had sucked all the air out of your lungs. You watch as Lance hugs Ella and she hugs him. Your heart is about ready to jump from your chest.
“Have you thought about telling him,” Jolene whispers. You sigh and look at her.
“I don’t know. I... He didn’t want her Jo... When I reached out... And told him he never called me back.” You whisper as Jo’s eyes soften she feels sad.
“Wait he knew?” You sigh and look at her.
“I wrote him a letter with the sonogram and never heard back. I went to one of his matches and his coach said he didn’t want to see me and then I saw him with a girl and well... He didn’t want her Jo and regardless if he knew or didn't he broke up with me because his fame was more important I’ll never forget his words about how sweethearts don’t last and I should have known that.” You sigh as you wipe your eyes.
“He didn’t want me and that's fine but I thought he’d at least want her you know. We even picked out her name but... Lance’s gold and fame were more important.”
Jo frowns and looks over she wonders though she grew up with you and Lance and she always thought you two would be forever. Lance even had asked her help in getting you a ring. Jo just sighs as her little one comes running she was a couple years older than Ella.
“There’s my little Maggie!” Jo smiles big as she hugs her tight. You smile watching them as Maggie squeals
“Auntie!” You hug her tightly. Jo smiles at you as you nod. She had always been your best friend and more so your sister.
“Ella did awesome today as always.” You chuckle as your eyes rest on her and Lance. You sigh as Jo gives you a smile.
“Be strong you got this.” You smile as you walk over to Ella and Lance.
“What’s your favorite ice cream?” Ella giggles at Lance.
“Cookie Dough or Smore’s!” Lance smiles big.
“Mine too.” You stop watching them your heart can’t take it.
“Hey, my bean it’s time to go.” Two sets of blue eyes stare at you.
“I was just asking Ella here if she’d like to get ice cream.” You sigh as Ella pleads with you, her eyes giving you that look.
“Please Mommy!” You sigh as Lance smiles.
“Yeah Please, mom.” You sigh and nod.
“Okay but that's all ice cream and we go.” Ella squeals and jumps around as Lance picks her up and throws her up and catches her.
You watch them and just smile small but the pain in your heart creeps in. This could have been your life the three of you.
But it wasn’t meant to be.
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Well.... Has Lance known the whole time? What will happen next? Ice Cream!!!
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(Sorry, long note) First of all, thank you for not murdering me when I take so long to update this story. We had a practice test for my big important German certification, and I aced it! Now I feel more confident and can finally get back around to this. Thank you guys for the support, please leave a comment if you enjoyed it. Please remind me if I forget to update this, because I am a piece of poop and always leave it for the last minute.
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Blue. It had a nice ring to it. The cat’s eyes weren’t even blue, but what the hell. Lance had decided, and so it would be.
Blue sat beside Lance on his couch at home, not purring, just asleep and breathing. Oddly enough, it was really relaxing.
Lance somehow only now noticed the pain prickling at his eyes, like many small needles stabbing his eyeballs. His eyelids drifted shut, easing the pain. Maybe if he left them closed for a little while, the pain would stop.
When Lance awoke, it was to a soft pressing on his forehead. When he opened his eyes, he saw only fur. Reaching up, he found Blue. He had been pressing his paws to Lance’s forehead, probably hoping for attention or food.
Lance sat up straight, bringing the loving cat to his chest and cradling it like a small child. He felt warm tears running down his cheeks, he didn’t want to be alone right now. He was so grateful to have found Blue.
Lance stood up, bringing Blue with him. He had fallen asleep without even buying cat food or a litter box for Blue. That would be his next mission. He stared down at Blue’s closed eyes and peaceful face. Should he bring him along or leave him at home? Was he even allowed to bring a cat into a store? Probably not. Oh well, Blue would have to stay.
On his way out the door, Lance landed a small, soft kiss on Blue’s also soft forehead. Lance felt his lips pull at the corners, his mood lifting and his heartstrings being pulled. He had always wanted a family, and Blue felt more like family in this moment than Lotor had for years.
Walking to the nearest Walmart, Lance hummed and skipped, not even sure if it was alright to not feel depressed anymore. Did it mean he hadn’t loved Lotor enough to mourn him? Was he just a fickle person, unreliable? No, he wouldn’t let Lotor get into his head, he was fine.
Not humming anymore, but with more resolve, Lance strode towards his goal. Once there, he marched towards the sign that read ‘PETS’.
Toys, clothes, beds, food, every color assaulted his vision. The smell of plastic chew toys and dog food seemed only to permeate the very aisle he was standing in, as the smell hit him the moment he stepped into it.
Suddenly unable to stand still, Lance explored the cat section of the aisle, finding a large assortment of food to choose from. He finally decided on a large bag of dry food, so that it would last a while. He set a small litter box, along with the food, into his empty cart. Spotting an adorable blue cat bowl set with a white fish design, Lance added it. It was perfect!
On his way to the checkout counter, Lance added a warm, cooked chicken and a bottle of iced tea to his cart. Now he wouldn’t have to cook or do dishes when he got home.
After he had paid and all of his items were put into bags, Lance noticed a problem. Most of his grocery bags he hung on his arms, which meant he was carrying the cat food, too big to fit into a bag, in his arms. He was fine now, but he knew he would get tired before he reached his house. Wow, was he ever dumb. Oh well, he’d cross that bridge when he came to it.
I haven’t written any short stories/head canons recently, so I decided to do one for Lance’s birthday. I know that probably a ton of other people will be doing this too but I still want to give it a shot.
Lance’s Birthday
This does not take place during any particular time/season. Probably somewhere between seasons 1 or 2 because Keith is home and they have the castle.
In honor of Lance’s birthday, the other paladins decided to not wake Lance up early for the usual morning meal and training, allowing him to get well-deserved rest. The paladins used this time to set up everything they had planned for the blue paladin. After being educated about human birthday traditions, Allura and Coran were more than happy to help in both retrieving items and putting it all together. Shiro and Pidge headed up the decorating process, Shiro letting Pidge to get on his shoulders so they could pin decorations to the up-high places on the walls. The decor was less than exquisite, due to their lack of the usual birthday supplies. Keith didn’t really feel like he could do much, since he wasn’t considered a very “festive” person by anyone. Hunk, noticing this, invites Keith to help him bake Lance’s cake. Hunk definitely takes charge, but lets Keith occasionally get things or pour items into the mix. Again, the cake comes out… unusual, due to the space products used, but it still seemed like better than nothing. After everything was settled, the paladins simply waited for Lance to wake up. It didn’t take long. He was up a mere 10 minutes after they finished. Once he came into the lounge, still sleepy-eyed, but in his average every-day wear, the paladins jumped up and welcomed him with smiles and cheers of “Happy Birthday Lance!” Lance immediately smiles, but can’t say anything before he is engulfed in a warm group hug from the team. Teary-eyed Lance smiles more and happily accepts it. “Thanks you guys… this means so much to me.” Once they all pull away, Keith is left standing closest to him. “It’s no problem. After all, what would we do without our trusty sharpshooter?” Keith replied with a small smirk. Lance smiled back and chuckled. “Uh huh. And what did you contribute to this, Mullet?” He asked sarcastically. “I, uh, helped Hunk bake the cake.” Lance looked over at the cake, and then Hunk, who gave a nod of affirmation. “Wow, Keith Kogane baking? Never heard of that before.”
The small celebration went on for a bit longer, everybody talking, eating, and honestly just enjoying themselves. Keith felt strangely more comfortable than usual, and Lance was making it pretty easy. Once the get-together had slowed down and came to a close, Lance headed back to his room. To his surprise he saw a letter left on his bed. On the front of the envelope in messy, red ink, it wrote “Sharpshooter”.
Anon: ''There is no one like you, so you don't have to try and be someone else'' with Lance. Basically his girlfriend feels like Allura would've been a better choice for Lance? Something like that? Sorry if it's a lil' confusing!!!
Written by: Ren
A/n: Ahhhh I had fun writing this one!!! I wanted to make it angsty so bad, but it wasn’t from the angst list
You felt blue. It was ironic, seeing as how your boyfriend is the Blue Paladin, but that had nothing to do with it.
You thought that Lance and Allura looked... better together. Better than when he stood at your side. She was a beautiful Altean, and a princess. You were just that one kid who always sat in the back at the Garrison, too quiet to be heard and seen.
You were the girl who didn’t spend time to put on makeup and doing some special hairstyle; you traded that time for more sleep. Jewelry? Never heard of it. Flirting? Studies and academics were more important than trying to get a guy to take a second look at you.
But Allura? She was everything you weren’t. The hair, the eyes, the clothes, the clear skin, perfect posture, and overwhelming confidence you didn’t think was possible. Before Lance fell for you, he flirted with Allura every chance he got.
Does he still want to?
That thought constantly worried you, but you wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t want to stay with you. With every look at Allura, you compared her appearance to your own. Your reflection didn’t please in the slightest every time you gave a mirror a glance.
So there you were, ten minutes away from having to go to a Coalition event. Usually, you went in relatively nice clothes... Not a long graceful dress like this. The deep blue color was a different look for you. The high slit on the side showed off your legs, which were almost always covered. The front of the dress went lower than anything you ever wore before. It took you five minutes alone to put on winged eyeliner Shiro was your example without messing up.
You were already considering looking more formal than usual for this event, but you knew you had to when Allura stated that the traditional outfits for the natives were very... revealing, to say the least. It would be rude for a female (by their standards) to come to a celebration showing very little skin. You didn’t like that they had a custom such as that, but it was better than some of the previous traditions.
The shoes/heels the natives made and wore were surprisingly comfortable. Very similar to Earth, but not painful or hard to walk in at all. You put them on with ease as you quickly finished doing your hair. You didn’t believe people actually take that much time to do hair and makeup and such; it took so long, and the fact that some people do it on a regular basis boggled your mind.
You checked a second time, and you decided you were set. You made sure you weren’t going to trip on your dress, you practiced walking in the shoes since you first got them, and you took every other precaution you could think of. You grabbed a stylish jacket (it wasn’t the best jacket, but the best one in your possession) before you finally left your room.
Allura’s loud, excited squeal caught you off guard. She and Coran were the only ones left in the Castle of Lions, not that you were complaining. The rest of the team had to get there early, for obvious reasons. You definitely weren’t prepared for everyone to see you at once, but Allura still caught you way off guard.
“You look amazing, (Y/n)!” Allura gushed and she ran around you in a circle to get a three sixty look. Her excitement was that of a three year old human hyped up on Monster and sugary candy. “You did this all on your own!? I barely recognize you!”
Her praise was comforting and surprisingly boosted your confidence a bit, but you still felt like nothing compared to her appearance. “I did. It was pretty hard to get my hands on some of the other makeup, but the other stuff you let me borrow worked great.”
“That’s lovely!” Allura exclaimed, clapping her hands. Her eyes were lit like a Christmas tree. Come along; we mustn't be late!” You yelped as she grabbed your wrist and all but dragged you to the exit.
Allura whispered and encouraged you to take off your jacket once you were at the scene. Showing this much skin made you more nervous than you thought, but it was part of their culture. You didn’t have to like it, but you had to respect it.
Right as you slipped the jacket off you shoulders, you saw Lance mingling through the crowd. Despite being, well, Lance, all he did with the females was throw a charming smile and move on. Loyalty was his middle name and it was very touching.
You took only one step in his direction before walking straight into a rock-solid chest. You looked up and there stood the event’s host; Prince Vruar of Skudoria. “What is a lovely woman like you doing here alone?”
The whole ‘lovely woman’ thing threw you off but you didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, just looking for my boyfriend,” You knew exactly what the Prince was going to ssay next, something like ‘I know he won’t mind if I steal a dance’, but you shot him down before he could release a word. “He’s the Blue Paladin of Voltron, actually. And I think he’s over there; it was nice talking to you!”
At the mention of who Lance was, Vruar backed off immediately. Although he was royalty, he didn’t want to take any chances in upsetting a Paladin of Voltron. That would be a big mistake for anyone. Vruar took a step back to let you pass and you could sense a tad of fear in him. It was amusing.
You were glad things didn’t go down the stereotypical route. A guy wanting to dance with you, you saying no but he insists, boyfriend comes along and tries to fight him, and so on.
Thank God my life didn’t turn into an overused trope.
You tapped on Lance’s shoulder and he turned around, holding a hopefully non-alcoholic drink in his hand. You wanted to laugh when he made a confused face; he didn’t recognize you!
Not at first, anyway. “Hello there, m’lady! I’m the Blue Paladin of Voltron, but you can call me- No way!”
There it is.
Lance nearly dropped his drink when he recognized you. The clothes and makeup threw him off, but there was no mistaking your (e/c) eyes and beautiful form. “(Y/n)!?” He blushed and you felt satisfied, especially when his eyes took a moment to roam all of your exposed skin.
“Yes, this is she.” You giggled. “Do you like it?” You hoped he did. You would be crushed if he didn’t.
“Like it!? I love it! You’re gorgeous!” Lance exclaimed. He then fumbled upon thinking he made a mistake. “I mean, y-you’re gorgeous every day! This is just new! New is lovely!”
You nearly snorted at Lance’s attempt to fix it, but it wasn’t broken in the first place. “Lance, it’s okay! I get what you mean, babe, you didn’t say anything wrong.” It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence.
Lance visibly relaxed and he grabbed your hand. He leaned down and gently kissed the back of it, maintaining eye contact the entire time. “It is a privilege to be in the presence of such an enchanting woman.” In a heartbeat, Lance switched from panic to suave and flirtatious. “May I have this dance?”
“I’d be honored to dance with one of the universe’s heroes.” You said in the most elegant voice possible, but you ended in a laugh. The voice just didn’t suit you. Lance swept you off into a waltz with a snicker and a heart-stopping grin.
You were in utter shock when Shiro announced it. “What do you mean I offended their Queen?! Are you kidding me!?”
“Your dress was the same colors as hers and it turns out that Skudorian royals find it offensive. It’s like wearing white to someone else’s wedding.” Pidge cut in.
You were beyond annoyed. Of course this had to happen when you finally try to look fancy for a formal occasion. “This is so stupid, I shouldn’t have put on this dress in the first place...”
“Either way, this is going to be difficult to fix,” Allura sighed. “Despite what the King and Prince are telling her, she is still upset, and that is putting a strain on the alliance.” The tension in the room was tangible. “This may not end well.”
You didn’t need to hear anyone say it. This was your fault. You felt some of the frustration being directed towards you and you didn’t blame them. You turned around and took off your shoes as you headed to your room. You ignored the few calls of your name as the door slid shut.
You tossed your shoes to the other side of your room as you sat on your bed. Guilt was heavy on your shoulders; all you wanted to do was look pretty, like Allura. You wanted to look good next to Lance, like Allura did.
“Maybe she’s better for Lance...” You muttered quietly.
“Who’s better for me?” Lance’s concerned voice made you jump.
When did he get here?
You shifted nervously as Lance closed the door and sat on the floor in front of you. Why he chose the hard floor instead of the comfy mattress, you didn’t know, but you didn’t question him. It wasn’t the right time for it.
He leaned his head forward and he caught your gaze. “Hmm?” Lance still wanted an answer.
“Allura...” You said it so quietly, Lance couldn’t hear you. He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, and you sighed. “I think Allura would be better for you. I’m always wearing these normal clothes with normal hair, no makeup, no jewelry, nothing like that. I’m nothing compared to her. When I see her standing next to you, I-”
“Okay, hold it.” Lance got you to stop talking. “Is that why you got all dressed up for the party? So you could look like her?”
You nodded lightly and you were no longer able to look him in the eye. You started to tear up.
Lance shook his head so hard, your thought it was going to fly off his body. “I don’t think so! I’m not with you just for your looks -you are stunning, by the way- or anything like that. I love you for who you are as a person. Babe, there is no one like you, so you don't have to try and be someone else.”
It took Lance a little bit to convince you, but by the time he did, you were laying on your bed with your back against his chest and his arm wrapped around your midsection. Lance’s breath drifted across your neck and it almost tickled, but you were more focused on how uncomfortable the dress was getting. You still hadn’t taken it off.
You opened you mouth to say something, but Lance’s tired voice cut you off. “You’ve had this on for a while,” He yawned. “I might not be one to wear dresses, but I can imagine that it’s getting less than comfortable at this point.”
“Are you trying something, Lance McClain?” You raised an eyebrow as you stared at him.
“Yeah, trying to make sure you feel happy and comfy, (Y/n) (L/n).” Lance shot back and he gingerly got off your bed. “Here, I’ll find you some pyjamas.”
Your heart melted and you watched Lance riffle through your drawers, muttering to himself as he examined each piece of clothing. The lengths he went to make you happy were remarkable. How many boyfriends would search through your drawers, critiquing all of your clothes to find the most suitable sleepwear?
Only one, and that was Lance Mcclain.
The ending is so bad and rushed, I apologize, I just took my adderal.
EDIT: I revised the ending and can someone please tell me if it’s Mcclain or McClain, I have no idea and it is taking over my mind, I must know.
omg im so happy there's a new voltron imagine blog! I hope you do really well on Tumblr(because this fandom is crazy sometimes). How about Lance and Keith finding out their s/o is a secret paladin like they have their on lion and everything but Allura never knew so no one else did?
FINDING OUT YOU’RE A PALADIN OF VOLTRON
who: lance; keithwhat: ☀︎; ☁︎; ☃
It was a long day after training. The paladins and you went to some planets which were newly taken off of Zarkon’s control. It was refreshing to see so many people willing to join the coalition to fight Zarkon. What you liked best, though, was spending time with your boyfriend and your friends.
However, you didn’t have a lion of you own. You weren’t even a true paladin. It did break your heart a little on the first day when you found out there were only 5 lions and 6 of you guys. Seeing everyone so happy to be able to fly a lion made you want to, too. But, you sucked it up and instead helped Coran with all the castle controls and repairs. You knew the place like the back of yor hand.
You were just ready to leave the planet Beau when you felt some sort of a tingle in your chest. You winced and stopped walking to the castle. Allura noticed you stop and stopped too. “Is everything alright, Y/N?” Allura asked with worry laced through her voice.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just some weird tingles in my chest. As if– as if something wants me to go somewhere. Like… something’s drawing me to them,” you explained. Your chest tingled again with the same feeling.
Everyone else stopped and crowded around her in concern. Your boyfriend had an unreadable face on him. “Hey, you really okay?” he asked.
You nodded. Allura then spoke up, “Well if this ‘something’ wants you to go somewhere, then why don’t you follow it. We’ll be right behind you.”
You nodded again. “Okay. But I don’t think it’s on this planet. We should take the ship there.”
So everyone got on the ship and went to where the ‘something’ was taking you. When you started to pull up to a familiar planet, your heart dropped. No not here! You were a secret paladin of Voltron, the White Paladin. No one knew about the existence except for you.
One night, you got the same tingle feeling. So, you followed it to a planet where you were met with a big white lion. She had no scratches or dents on her, meaning she was never used. Never had a paladin to fly her. So, she had chosen you to be her paladin. Some nights you would sneak out and fly White around the planet for a while, then snuck back to the castle before anyone could notice you were gone.
Allura landed the castle on the ground and everyone spilled out. You laughed nervously and scratched your neck. “Oh! The feeling’s gone away now. Looks like we came here for no reason. Haha must’ve just been excitement to fight Zarkon. We should just go back–”
You were cut off by the sound of a loud roar and the rustle of trees. Everyone stood on their fighting stance, your boyfriend coming to stand beside you. A beautiful white lion emerged from the trees and stood in front of you. She leaned down and opened her mouth for you to get in, and purred quietly.
Everyone’s mouth dropped in shock. “What the quiznack?” your boyfriend muttered. Everyone looked at you.
You laughed nervously and looked at your feet. “That’s… my lion. I’m the White Paladin.”
Lance
Lance’s mouth dropped in shock. “What?” he asked. “You’re the what?”
“White paladin. I know it must be a shock and you guys must hate me so much for this and I’m sorry for not telling you–”
Lance cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. It was slow, passionate but held a little bit of confusion. He pulled away slightly and gave you a few small kisses. “Wow…” he breathed. “You’re even cooler than before.”
-
It was night time and your lion was in the hangars with the other ones. Allura was very surprised to see another lion. She was going to research her in the Castle archives. Coran said he would give you a suit by tomorrow morning and start your paladin training. You and Lance were cuddling on your bed and sharing small kisses. “My baby is a paladin. We can fly together now,” he smiled.
You giggled and placed a small kiss on his nose. “Yeah. We can do that,” you replied.
Both of you giggled and kissed for a little while longer. After a couple of hours, you both fell asleep with the same thought, Tomorrow morning is gonna be fun.
Keith
Keith frowned and stormed into the castle, leaving everyone shocked. You looked like you were going to cry. Why was he mad? Allura came to your side and rubbed your back to comfort you. “We’ll bring the lion inside. You go talk to Keith,” she told you softly.
You nodded and ran after Keith.
-
After searching through the castle, you found him in his room holding the dagger he had. “Keith?” You called out. He looked up and you briefly before setting his gaze back on the dagger. You sighed and took a seat beside him on his bed. “Look babe I’m sorry… Whatever I did I didn’t mean it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he said suddenly. It had taken you off guard.
“I didn’t want you to hate me or anything…”
“Why would I hate you for something like that? Honestly I think it’s really cool. I’m not mad because you’re a paladin; I’m mad because you didn’t tell me. I don’t want lies and secrets between us, Y/N. I want you to tell me everything. In return, I’ll tell you everything,” he told you and held your hands.
You nodded and leaned in to press a kiss on his lips. “Okay. No more secrets.”
