#lance it

[honestlyprettychill]

I..... I dont even know

[haanacchii]

I HAVE A WRITING REQUEST: Lance wakes up late at night and walks over to the kitchen to get a late night snack. Pidge happens to be there at the table holding a personal photograph/writing a letter or something like that. One casual conversation leads to a pretty deep and emotional talk; bonding about missing their families and domestic lives. Hope that's okay for you to do!

“Why are you here?” Pidge asks. The time is nearly two am, from what Pidge can remember, and all she sees is the blue paladin sluggishly drag his feet into the common area. His eyes widen in obvious surprise when he realizes that the younger girl is sitting there, clenching a small photograph in her hands and hiding it from his line of sight. His face relaxes, and lights up with a tired smile. “I couldn’t sleep, so Hunk got me some kind of alien tea to help me knock out.” Normally, the blue paladin was the heaviest sleeper of the 7 humanoid figures on the ship. Pidge isn’t sure if Allura and Coran actually sleep, but she knows that they both rest their eyes for a few moments while standing up and she didn’t really wanna question Altean sleeping methods. The news of him not being able to sleep sets off something in Pidge, similar to alarm but not quite worry. “Do you want to sit down beside me?” She asks, voice meek. She looks at Lance and remembers the way she treated him back at the Garrison. It wasn’t the nicest, but it certainly wasn’t the meanest either. The cargo-pilot-turned-fighter-pilot ended up getting a lot of backlash from teacher and students alike. But she was a part of his team, his group. He and Hunk were as thick as thieves, and always tried to include Pidge in their endeavors. She avoided them though, because she was too focused on finding her family. That, she didn’t regret. But maybe she should’ve at least treated Lance a little better than those other people who treated him like he wasn’t worth their time. At the moment, he wasn’t worth her time. But now... “Are you sure?” Lance asks, opening a cabinet and bringing a small container down from the shelves. Pidge knows that even if she tried, that she could never reach it unless she used the counter tops. “Do you want some too?”Pidge considers it, thinks about her family, about Voltron, and how little sleep she’s been getting on trying to navigate through both and her own issues and homesickness. “Thanks.” She says, and Lance brings down two cups. “Why couldn’t you sleep?” She asks him, when he settles some water in a container and sets a timer.  When did he figure that out? Pidge wonders. Even she didn’t know how to work the electric kettle-like machine. “Just some of the usual stuff. Sometimes I meet Shiro here, maybe Keith in the blue moon, but you? What’s up with you, Pidgey?”She smiles at the Pokemon term. “Just thinking of some stuff, I was thinking of grabbing a bite to eat but I don’t exactly feel in the mood for space goo right now.” “I’m never in the mood for it.” Lance’s energy is still boundless, Pidge can feel it radiate off him in waves, but he keeps it contained when it’s just the two of them, sitting there in the low lighting of the kitchen. “What’s that picture in your hand? If it’s not too personal.” “It’s not- I mean, it is, but it’s just another picture with Matt and my parents.” Pidge speaks, letting go of the picture and seeing the creases she made with the tight grip. “I was just thinking about them, right now. How they might be feeling and how Matt and my dad might be somewhere in the universe and still out of our reach- even with the greatest mecha to ever live.” Her brain thinks of Matt and her dad suffering in the arena with Shiro. She thinks of her dad being experimented on, aliens using his genius brain to build some new power that will definitely work. She thinks of her mom, who’s alone on Earth and thinking about how three of her family members have disappeared. “I miss them.” “I miss my family too.” Lance says, and he’s setting down the two steaming cups with steeping tea. “I have dreams about them, about me being too late to get home and years past. Nightmares that they’d be long dead before I could even land on the Earth. I didn’t get to leave without a goodbye.” He blows on the top of the tea, and the steam floats to Pidge’s direction. She imitates him. “Why did you not try to escape, when I tried to?” She flushes when she remembers when she tried to escape. At the moment, the idea was good, but she realizes that she would’ve put the entire universe in danger for her family. She’d do it again in a heartbeat, but while their locations aren’t found, Pidge has no choice but to just suck it up and find them from the safety of the Castle of the Lions. “I wanted to, but I realized that if I left, my family, the blue sea that is my home, and everything else that I love would be subjected to extinction because of me.” His jaw clenches and he stares off into the distance, taking a small sip from his tea. “I couldn’t do that, not because I wanted to go back home when I was scared.” “I’m scared, Lance.” Pidge whispers, “I’m scared that we’ll die before we can find them, or that they’re already dead. Matt and I, before he left for the Garrison, would make jokes about him getting abducted by aliens. I guess we should’ve knocked on wood.” “My older sister would say the same thing.” Lance says, fondly. He still isn’t looking at Pidge, but she can see by the way his eyes glass over in memories that he’s still listening to her. “I’d joke that I’d find a nice alien to settle down with and have a family on Venus, so I could become one of the first humans to live on Venus.” She takes a sip of the tea, and tastes the familiar sweetness that reminds Pidge of honey. “My dad loves that short story.” Pidge giggles softly, remembering Matt’s indignant shriek about how Margot deserves better! “So does my older sister, but I find it too sad for my liking.”“I wanted to fight the kids.” Pidge admits. “But my dad lectured me about it, and said I shouldn’t. I still don’t understand.”“That’s because you’re still a kid.” Lance teases. Pidge can see the way the tension releases from his shoulder when he begins to tease her. “Just kidding, we can both fight those kids. Seven years old? Whatever! I can see fight them.” Pidge laughs, the tea taking effect quickly as she feels sluggish. “I’d fight Ray Bradbury any day of the week.” Pidge admits. “I didn’t like Fahrenheit 451.” “I haaaaaated reading that for English.” Lance bemoans. “God, I miss just complaining about school rather than complaining about the amount of broken bones I receive on a near daily basis.” Pidge looks at Lance, and sees the way scars little the tops of his shoulders from his broken arms, the healing pods doing it’s best but Lance’s skin still scarring over torn tissue. She admires Lance, honestly, because of the amount of times he gets knocked down. Because he always comes back up again, ready to fight with ten times the vigour. “I do too. I would help Matt with his English homework, but I wasn’t that good at it either.” “I’m the youngest, so I always got help.” Pidge is surprised at the news. “Oh, wait you’re the youngest too.” Lance laughs, and his voice is slurring slightly at the effects of the tea. “We’re buds, now.” Pidge thinks of how Lance acts, and how she acts, and the surprise that he was actually the youngest. “I miss being teased and teasing my family back.”“I miss them.” Lance replies back, and Pidge can feel herself nodding. She’s, quite literally, nodding off now, as well. “Are you sleepy now?” Pidge’s small body sways and she feels Lance at her side and laughing softly. “Whoops, I guess I added a little too much for you.” Pidge can feel her body weight being adjusted as her eyes flutter shut. “Night, Pidgeon.” There’s a soft kiss to her forehead and Pidge dreams of when she was younger, and how her dad would do something similar after a night of nightmares. “Night.” She mumbles, and digs into the warmth of Lance’s body. She falls asleep to his laughs and feels herself encased in blankets the next morning, the picture of her family beside her pillow. 

[haanacchii]

☕black paladin lance

i fully endorse this even tho this most likely wont happen in canon :^( just the thought of him separating from blue makes me upset tho

[long-hair-no-cares]

YOOOOO

u really like to make drama for urself huh????????????????

WHY did u text the person whose texts you have been ignoring since like....years? 

ALLOFASUDDEN HUH????????

IS RIVERSIDE THAT BORING??????

esp when u couldn’t do a cursory sns stalk to get some intel first

SHOUDL HAVE TAKEN THAT AS A SIGN YA DUMMY

smh smh smh smh

[haanacchii]

Lance McClain

their blog url

Lance can be two types of blogs imo, If he were an aesthetic blog, it would probs be lxnces or txilors or blxelions or smtg like that. if he were a fandom blog tho, i imagine it would just something like;; shark-weak or like,,,,, lancey-lance HAHA. (also, maybe feelin-bluesy bc at first he definitely does not want to share his irl name when he first makes a blog)

the kind of posts they reblog

against, he’s the type to have the pastel and dark blue aesthetic blog imo OR just a wholesome meme blog with fandom content tbh. he has his sideblogs. he definitely is a horror nerd tho and sixpenceee’s stories are always rb in chunks bc he reads them all at once.

the first person they followed

staff, obviously. HAHA.

 if lance started as an aesthetic, he probs wouldve followed nasa first. if it were a fandom blog, i think he would follow the Iconic memes like the-booty-diaries OR nasa again HAHA.

what kind of theme they’d have

both blogs have a rly cute minimalist theme that he and pidge coded but then on his aesthetic blog, he has inspiring quotes and vague meanings but on his fandom blog its just a meme and on the sidebar his fave character is there HAHAHA

what kind of text posts they make at 2am

aesthetic: poetry/vents that he expects no one to read

fandom: vents and then some random thoughts that end up getting popular and he Hates it

[haanacchii]

for some reason, in my tags, i have lance and lotor being childhood rivals and i dont know where i was going with that but damn

[haanacchii]

Favorite Voltron character?? :3

hMM i love all of them tbh but i think deep down im a keith or shiro girl omg,,,,, tho i do relate to lance a lot LMAO