Got some holiday art from last year, this one a little Halloween doodle of my guys Two (designed by PokieDokie123) and Three! These two are twins with a very similar vibe to the mystery twins so I felt it fitting to dress em up as them for a little Halloween drawing :3
Alo! Psh, so, CORAN AND LANCE BONDING MOMENT BC YES. This is like the fourth chapter of Don’t Put Out the Glow fic I have in my Ao3, but yeah! You can read it separetly.
The main point here is that Lance is beated up as hell (that happens in chapter 1) and he’s bed resting and the team takes turn to watch over him and take care of him and this time it was Coran’s turn!!
So, link to read from the start is here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9630371/chapters/21758132
But like I said, *shrugs* you don’t have to, just know that Lance is emotional and beated up bc of their last mission.
Ps. I have the hc that Alteans’s language was ...well greek bc I’m not creative enough to come up with cute nicknames in alien language SO GREEK:
kardiá liontarioú (greek) means lion heart.
mikró ílio (also greek) means little sun.
Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me.
“And there I was: Alone with only my flubber and my tutter with at least fifty hundred Deditions. It was hopeless for any Altean…except for me! I stared at the eye of Death smugly and attacked without mercy. Victory was so close I could taste it, quite literal because one of the Deditions fell into my mouth, I might add. Time became slow and it was as I was in a hurricane and there was no escape but do you know what I did, my boy?”
“What did you do, Coran?” Lance asks quietly, smiling softly at the Altean as he takes a sip from his cup.
“I beat every single one of those Deditions! It was the most satisfying victory of all, my boy!”
The brunet giggles under his breath. “But, Coran, aren’t Deditions like small puppies?”
“My boy! Their piles of cuddles and big shiny eyes could kill an entire army! No one is able to resist their cuteness!”
“Except you.”
“You can survive any outside cuteness when you see this face every day, my boy.” Coran says proudly as he points at his own face and he grins when the brunet laughs gleefully.
“Can’t argue with that logic.”
Coran smiles as he watches Lance chuckle softly. The brunet still has a big bump on his right side of his head, the corner of his lower lip is covered in dried blood and his eye is not as swollen as before but still sensitive and red.
Lance still looks bad but the bright smile on his face tunes out every visible injury and Coran can’t be more grateful with the universe for allowing him to see that smile.
“You know,” He starts after a few minutes in silence, voice gentle and longing, his eyes still looking at Lance fondly, “You remind me of my son.”
Lance’s laughter stops abruptly and then turns his head towards Coran, mouth wide open in surprise and then he’s frowning concern.
“Coran –” He starts, voice small and hesitant but Coran cuts him off by standing from the chair and walking towards the brunet, taking seat on the corner of the bed besides Lance.
“He was a good lad. He had his mother’s hair and eyes but besides that he was a mini me.” Coran chuckles, crossing his right leg across his left one and dropping his elbow on it, resting his chin against his open palm, “His mother used to say that we should have named him Coran Jr; saying that it fitted him better with his wild personality and loud upbeat voice.”
Lance licks his lips nervously and then speaks in small voice, “What was his name?”
“Lyon.” Coran replies calmly, “His name was Lyon.”
“Cool name.” Lance says, smiling warmly at the Altean and Coran smiles back at him.
“I see him in you.” Coran confesses softly, “I see him in your smile, in your laughter, in your determination, in your kindness. I see him in your eyes, in the hope and strength they hold inside them. I see him in your jokes, in your soft subtle caring actions.”
“W-What?” Lance whispers, eyes wide, fill with guilty and regret as he hears the confession, “No, no, but – Coran.”
“He was so brave. Lyon always had this spark on him, just like you, my lad. He was always full of life and energy. Oh boy, but as soon as he hit his teens, I finally understood why my Grandfather used to complain about me at that age, he was a rebel, let me tell you and –“
Coran pauses for a second, frowning in concern and confusion when he catches Lance’s shaking form from the corner of his eye and the soft hiccupping noises coming from the brunet.
“Hey now, no need for tears! He was a good lad, just like you! Which is why I see him in you. You remind me so much of him, my boy.” He says as he leans towards the brunet, wiping the lone tear that fell from his blue eyes with a comforting smile, “I see him every day because of you and –”
“C-Coran.” Lance cuts off, a sob escaping sharply from his mouth, “I-I-I’m sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t – I only remind you of what you lost and – God, I’m so sorry I’m causing you that because –”
“Hey, no.” Coran stops his rambling before the teen can go on, “No, Lance, you misunderstood. I see him every day in you and I couldn’t be more grateful.”
“W-What?” Lance sniffles, his eyes wide and shiny with tears and Coran pass a hand through his brown hair.
“When I first woke up and realized that everything I had known, everyone I had loved were gone and lost, I felt hopeless. There was this one second that I actually believed that I should have stayed behind and die with my family so many years ago but then –”
Lance whimpers and Coran shushes him gently, “But then I saw you and you laughed. I was shook, because for a tick, I saw a young man with dark blue hair and light blue eyes with green marking on the corner of his eyes that it took me a moment for me to realize that it was you and not Lyon. That it was you who had laughed and it was you who smiled that bright smile my son used to portray every day without fail.”
“So, thank you, Lance.” Coran says, tears on the edge of his eyes as he takes the brunet’s hand on his own, “Thank you for reminding me that our loved ones never leave, not really. Thank you for reminding me what a family felt like.”
Leaning forward, Coran drops a kiss on Lance’s forehead, “Thank you for being you and remind me of my mikró ílio.”
“C-Coran.” Lance whispers, small hiccups leaving his body and Coran chuckles wetly as he gathers the teen against his chest.
“It’s okay, Lance. Your space family got you.” Coran jokes, smiling when he hears the wet giggle that comes from the teen in his arms.
“I-I’m so sorry, Coran.” Lance whimpers, nuzzling his face against the older Altean’s chest, “I’m so so sorry you have to deal with that pain. I’m so sorry you lost, Lyon and your wife. I’m so –“
“You know,” Coran cuts him off gently, passing a hand through Lance’s back in a soothing motion, “Lyon used to apologize for everything too, even though it had nothing to do with him.”
“Ah.” Lance says softly, “I can understand that.”
“I bet you can.” Coran muses.
“He sounds so cool though.” Lance mumbles softly, sighing as he hides his face in Coran’s chest, “You really shouldn’t compare me to him. It’s not fair to him. He deserves so much more to be remembered by.”
Coran frowns and pats Lance in the arm to catch his attention. “Lance, my boy, let me tell you something about Lyon. He was…he was insecure. He was a bright boy but things started to go south when he got accepted in the Paladin program and …”
The Altean takes a deep breath before he continues, “It was a hard time for him. He was, I believe, sixteen in your earth years at that time and I remember I once hear him cry because he thought he wasn’t good enough for the program. He said that he didn’t have what it takes to be a Paladin. Most of his instructors told him so too. No one besides Ina, my wife, Alfor, Allura and me believed in him and yet it wasn’t enough.”
“Oh.” Lance mumbles sadly, turning his head so he could face Coran, “Did –Did he left the program?”
A big proud smile spread all over Coran’s face at the question. “No. He didn’t. In fact, that only pushed him to work harder. Every book, every simulation and every bonding exercise he pass with excellence. By the time he was eighteen, he had most of the instructions and popular groups wrapped around his finger and even then he still didn’t make it to be a Paladin that year or the next one.”
“But why?” Lance asks softly, confused and heart broken.
“Because he didn’t believe in himself.”
He feels Lance’s sharp intake of breath and Coran makes sure to tighten his hold on him, “Do you want to know what changed?”
Lance nods against his chest so he continues, “Nothing.”
Coran chuckles softly at the confuse sound Lance makes at the answer. “Nothing changed because nothing needed to be changed. I remembered, one early morning, I caught him staring at the sunrise through the kitchen window. It was the most serene scene I have seen in my life and he looked so peaceful at the time.”
Coran leans back and closes his eyes for a second, as if picturing that scene in his mind. “When he noticed me, he turned to me and smiled. He smiled and nodded and that was enough for me to understand his message. After that, nothing changed except his aura. He became stronger, more agile, his mind focused, but his personality was intact: he still played with the younger kids he used to babysit, he messed with Allura and he played pranks everywhere he went. He was happy.”
“It wasn’t long after that when he was announced as the Blue Paladin’s successor.”
Lance gasp loudly and Coran pulls him away from their embrace to stare at the teen straight in the eye. “You don’t need to change, Lance. You don’t have to change to be someone because you already are someone. You are the Blue Paladin. You are Lance and that’s enough. You’re always enough. You are the definition of kardiá liontarioú, your heart is as big and strong as a Lion. Your bravenss and selflessness has no limits.”
Lance’s blue eyes start getting shiny again but Coran just smiles gently at him as he cups his cheeks, “You don’t have to change.” He repeats softly, “You just have to realize and knowledge your worth because you already are enough, my boy. You have always been enough.”
Lance’s lower lip quivers at the words but he still manages to smile, small and grateful. “Thank you, Coran.”
Fun fact: I used to have 2 Pokemon ocs. A Mawile named Reka who liked shiny rocks and wore a scrap of fabric around her arm, and an Espeon named Lambret who... I actually can't remember what he did, but he once kissed up to a Maxie for food
