Posting about Lance aura-farming/farming in general got me thinking, I seriously do think it makes sense for Lance to become a farmer after the war ends.
Whether he wants to or not is up for debate, but I think Lance so used to not having a choice about his future or actions that his wants and ambitions are irrelevant. Lance McClain does not get to "want". he is a Paladin of Voltron and a hero of the universe - that is what he is used to putting first and that mindset is not an easily breakable one, even if the war has ended. Forget about what Lance wants - he can hardly distinguish his desires. Space and war are inseparable in his head, they cannot exist without each other, making leaving Earth undesirable. Space has been tainted. Going to space means going to fightt. At the same time, it has eaten up a third of his life and has become his normalcy. Lance misses life in space, but life in space means war and how can he miss war? Is he fucked up or what?
He'd carry so much guilt about leaving his parents and missing the wrinkles etching into their face that the idea of going back to space feels like leaving them again. And they're old; he could leave and they could just die. Lance would feel guilty about evening want to return to space because he spent so much time longing to come back, so why is he being ungrateful about the fact that he could make it home when others couldn't?
More than anything, Lance misses his old happiness from before the war and his innocence about space. He misses looking forward to flying and traveling. And I think Lance would chase that childlike emotion by trying to replicate childhood scenarios such as staying with his parents and helping with the farm, not knowing that he is rooting himself further away from returning to space.
Being a soldier means making tough decisions and Lance might carry that "its one or the other" mentality for a long time without realizing he can have both. He can have both going to space and living on Earth. I dont think hed have this revelation until decades after the war. The consequences of being a soldier are so severe that it'd have a hold on him for most of his life.
In the future, a strange and mysterious shapeshifter makes Voltron’s colonies believe that the legendary heroes (aka Paladins) left behind hidden descendants.
But in truth, it’s only immortal Lance, who realized he had inherited Altean shapeshifting abilities. And now he uses them to take on the features of his friends who have already died, just so he won’t forget what they looked like.
P.S. Accidentally turning these into a series, but — should I make a post about the details, whose features he took, and why?
With shiro back and piloting the black lion, Keith in the red lion and allura in her “destined” place as blue Paladin, what point did lance serve for the team?
Worship
-adoration or devotion comparable to religious homage, shown toward a person or principle.
note: my Spanish is horrible, and all translations will be at the bottom
Warnings: kidnaping, general angst, death (mentioned), curse words, if more needed to be added that I didn't add just let me know.
Waves lapped the shoreline of the sun hot sand, the previous storms destruction evident on the beach. Knee deep in the foul water stood his grandmother in here faded green sweater and a long now soaked blue skirt.
Lance knew something was different, she wasn’t vibrant anymore; She no longer gave off her pink cherry blossom glow. Everyone gave off a glow; his mother was lilac, his father was dark blue, his siblings ranged from neon purple to ocean blue. He couldn’t stand crowds as the colors mixed into muddled browns or sad grays.
Walking away wouldn’t tell him anything so he walked towards her. Shoeless feet burning in the sand relieved by the rolling waves of polluted ocean.
“Are you gonna leave too?” Lance had said to her. It wasn’t accusatory, neither was it understanding, it was oddly stated as a fact.
“Why do you think that niño?” Sky blue eyes peered at him in question. “Is it like when you told your Tia she was pregnant?”
“I never said she was pregnant? I just wanted to meet him.” Tone accusatory, while Royal blue met sky blue eyes.
“respuesta me niño.” She stated curt and strong. A huff lost to the wind from an impatient child. “Sì abuela, como Tia”
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Alarms shook the castle walls, blaring a warning of despair. Breathlessly Lance jumped up from his relaxed position to rushing out the door to the hangar. His steps echoed through the imposing hallways, as he slid into position to grab the alien zip line, nothing happened.
Lance anxiously looked around the room and then waved his arms as if it was motion sensors. Nothing happened, then the crack of the castle speakers broke the deafening silence of self doubt.
“Lance please head up to the bridge” said the warm voice or Coran. With that order given Lance set out to complete it, walking in the direction of the bridge.
The walk down to the bridge felt like a walk of shame to Lance, this had only happened similarity to when blue shut him out in hopes that he would go to the red lion.
Am I being rejected? Keith is piloting red now, and I haven’t heard her call so what’s going on? Did I mishear and the alarm was saying something? Was it just a drill? Did I fail? That can’t kick me off the team for something so small right? Lance was spiraling out of control, his thoughts and doubts traveling at light speed through his head.
The hissing of the door to the bridge brought him back to the reality of the situation. Taking a deep breath and preparing for the onslaught of questions on his time or lack of listening skills, he walks through the door. Lance is only met with the calming sound of Coran humming and occasionally commenting on something through a speaker.
“What’s going on Coran? I heard the alarm.” Lance rushed out. Coran turned to look at him and gave a sad smile. Gesturing to the holographic screen in front of them it looked like a camera angle from one of the lions, they were on some sort of tropical planet approaching some sort of abandoned galra base.
“Allura decided that she would pilot the blue lion on this mission.” Coran said to Lance, not looking away from the screen.
She always pilots blue on missions, training, and is bonding with blue now, why am I here at this point, they don’t need me. A squeak brought Lance out of his thoughts. It was Allura’s mice, given an impatient look and a frustrated hop Lance bent down and offered his hand to them. Plachu and Chuchule immediately raced up his arm and sat on his shoulders like sentries. Platt and Chulatt were content to stay in his hand as Lance stood up slowly petting them with his other hand.
Pidge’s voice sounded through the comms, Coran must have put them on speaker for me, that’s nice of him.
“I’m inside the base, heading towards the control room.”
“Good, Allura and Hunk will meet you there.” Said Shiro.
“ Shiro, I’m on the other side of the compound from Hunk and Pidge, I say Keith should get down here to cover Pidge and I go back up and fight.” Allura pompously stated.
What the actual fuck princess, thought Lance.
“No, that will take to much time, go help Hunk” Keith ground out.
“Why should I listen to you?”
“Uh guys- I’m getting swarmed down here!” Cried Hunk
“Listen to Keith, is this what missions were like when I was gone?” Questioned Shiro.
“Fine” clipped Allura.
“One, I’m in the control room download already started, two can I keep a robot I found? It’s kind of broken but I can fix it. And three to answer your question, Yes but we don’t have Lance to balance those two out anymore.” Pidge Explained.
When have I ever calmed those two down?
A sigh could be heard from Shiro. “Good, yes as long as it’s not violent, and Coran can you get Lance on the line?”
Coran gestured to the mic in front of him and Lance walked over slowly as to not bother the mice.
“Umm hello? Testing, testing, one to three,” huffed out Lance. That got a few laughs from the team, even Coran.
“Hi Lance,” sounded off Keith, it was evident that he was tired just from his voice.
Fake it till you make it, I have to be happy for them.
“Well hello Keith, you sound tired”
“I am, but adrenaline am I right?” Keith Laughed.
“Well we can always spare later if you need,” offered Lance.
“That sounds nice but I’m hoping to take a nap after this.”
“Ok, Allura, how are you and blue doing?” Questioned Lance
“Lance I’m trying to focus here, what do you want” growled Allura.
“ I just thought you would like to know the mice are doing good, really cuddly today.” Offered Lance, the mice nuzzled Lance in approval.
“Put my mice down Lance they are not toys!” Oh, well that didn’t hurt at all.
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Once everyone was back in the castle, they all went to the lab to see if Pidge had anything for the team. Ze didn’t, but Pidge had the code automatically being translated through some recently developed software. Pidge had the robot recoded to be nonviolent and actually be helpful. It had already came with tools and the ability to connect and use whatever it plugged itself into. Lance thought it was a little creepy but still very cool as it would take the work load off Pidge. Given the name rover 2 or R2 which Shiro laughed at mumbling something about a R2D2?
The mission had taken all day and everyone was exhausted by the end of it and like Keith predicted he passed out after the mission but not before Hunk made sure he ate something. Lance after grabbing some food goop headed to his room.
On the way back to his room Lance kept hearing a metallic pitter patter from behind him. But when he turned around nothing was following him so he didn’t really worry. Hearing the hissing of his door Lance turned away from the hallway and the walked in.
Heading to his bathroom Lance started in his skin care routine, he had recently found a serum that practically made his skin glow and really bouncy. After everything was finished and put away Lance headed to the bed while comfortable was pretty hard and hard to find a good sleeping position. Eventually he found a spot and melted into the bed and closing his eyes.
A crash had Lance shoot up to a sitting position, half delirious he saw a shadow in the doorway, it wasn’t human. Something came out from the top of the intruder and a hissing sound soon followed. Lance didn’t know what happened after as he collapsed.
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Pain was the first thing Lance registered as he woke up. The urge to curl into himself was overwhelming but Lance pushed through and sat up. Only meet with spotty vision and heavy nausea he fell forward. He gagged but nothing came out, dry heaving was all he could do until his breathing evened out.
Looking around Lance registered that he was in a Altean space pod in space. Stumbling over to the control screen Lance realized he was set on an unknown corse. Moving his hand over the control panel, he realized it was destroyed.
translations:
niño - boy/child
respuesta - answer
Sì - yes
abuela - grandma
“Sì abuela, como Tia” - yes grandma, like auntie.
Sometimes I wonder why there's so much Langst and then I remember that the entire fandom relate to him and unhealthily project their own feelings onto him as he is the most relatable character in Voltron,,, really it's just a collective unhealthy coping mechanism,,,
The Adults are Talking by AsterikaMay | 11.9K | Langst | Canon
Lance’s halted speech broke into staggered coughs. I wouldn’t never let anything happen to Voltron. Never on my life would I have acted so absent mindedly with the weight of the universe looming over me. He tried again: “Ah-en—” Another cough. “Y—”
“Lance, stop it,” Pidge said, “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
A pen. He needed a pen and paper. Then he could write what happened.
He gestured in the air, mimicking scribbles, mimicking a sheet. All he got in response was pitiful stares.
Lance’s heart sank. They weren’t listening. They weren’t listening.
An exchange with a cynical alien during a diplomatic mission leaves Lance unable to speak or defend his honor when he is accused of a wrongdoing he didn't commit.
holy shit you guys...thanks for 5k hits on this fic! This absolutely made my morning AUGH I can't believe out of all my fics this is the one yall pick to like most, but also who am I kidding this is Langst As FUCK so it makes sense
As much as Lance loved his family, he never started one of his own. He was the kind of uncle who never missed a holiday or a celebration — and when he couldn’t be there, he sent gifts instead. But time moved on. People aged. He didn’t. And the more years passed, the more dangerous it became for anyone to stay in touch with him.
Until Pidge’s death, Lance still had a safe, encrypted way to contact everyone. But after that… even with how hard the Holts tried, some of Pidge’s tech eventually reached the public. And with it, the safety Lance once had, disappeared.
The only one who still knows he’s alive is Hunk and Shay’s daughter. Being the only one with Paladin blood left, she eventually took over the main museum dedicated to Voltron’s legacy. Once a year, she meets a traveler — a stranger with stories of the old days. No matter the form he takes, she always recognizes him by his unchanged blue eyes.
And most of all, by the half of a matching necklace — the same kind worn by her father, Aunt Pidge, Uncle Shiro, and Keith. By the museum’s rules, she should have taken it as an exhibit.
But she never does.
She only wishes him well… and waits to see him again next year.
P.s. For more of this AU, check → #immortal lance au
