Series overview: The Until We Drown verse is an omegaverse story set in the One Piece canon. It explores the relationship between one omega Trafalgar "I'd rather jump in the sea and drown than have sex" Law and alpha Monkey D. "Sex is an interesting concept and all but have you heard about literally anything else" Luffy.
Or; the asexual omegaverse LuLaw AU that no one asked for but I'm doing it anyway because yes.
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Part 1: Falling
Summary: The timing for Law's heat couldn't have been worse; their attack on Doflamingo was just days away, and here he was, too busy fighting tooth and nail against hormones and disgust. Law would really rather jump into the sea and drown than deal with one minute of this.
FALLING ARTWORK COMMISSIONED FROM SATSSCARLET (artist’s twitter here)
Part 2: Until we drown
Summary: When the Straw Hats call you claiming an emergency, it can mean anything from 'We're surrounded by Big Mom, Kaido, Blackbeard, and the Navy, send help' to 'Luffy ate the last piece of cake and now there's chaos' and honestly, Law's long given up on trying to figure out where he stood on the emergency scale.
But, well, bringing over as much food as he possibly could wasn't the weirdest request they've ever made of him anyway.
UNTIL WE DROWN ARTWORK COMMISSIONED FROM @/FERIOWIND
Part 3: At the bottom of the sea
Summary: Kid never would have believed there was a person crazy enough to actually mate with Straw Hat Luffy, the biggest, most selfish idiot on the seas. But seeing as the mating mark on said idiot's neck was very real, Kid had only one question:
Who the hell is Torao?
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA ARTWORK(S) COMMISSIONED FROM @/YUMENOFUDE
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Summary: There was a crushing weight on his chest. On his heart. It kept pushing more and more everyday. It kept hurting him deep inside, and the day after was always worse than the previous one.
No one noticed it.
His little, tiny human anxiety wasn't important.
Warning: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Esteem Issues, Langst, Lance-centric, Angst, Mental Instability, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Insecure Lance, Homesickness, Just the seventh wheel thing, everything you want to cry for, save lance 2k17, Season 2 and 3 spoilers, angst & feels, keith cares, everyone cares, but Keith's the one here
A/N: I've been dying in angst with S02 for Lance, and S03 didn't help. So here we go. Don't blame me for what you read because you have your own will and decided to click on this fic. Ah, and this is my first Voltron fanfiction! Inspired by this fanart I drew two days ago.
As usual, thanking my beta @blueflamebird for correcting my dumb mistakes!
Enjoy~ :D
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“Maybe I'm just a goofball after all.”
“I'm just the fifth wheel. Seventh if you count Allura and Coran.”
“What am I even doing here?”
“I've been doing some maths...”
Lance looked at the ceiling, lying on his bed. He didn't turn on the lights. He didn't feel like having... luminosity all around him. Blinding clarity. Darkness was much better. Somehow, he felt at home in it.
There was a crushing weight on his chest. On his heart. It kept pushing more and more everyday. It kept hurting him deep inside, and the day after was always worse than the previous one.
No one noticed it.
And he was good with that. He was okay with that, because there was an entire galaxy to take care of. There were entire planets needing Voltron to free and save them, to lead to independence and to the end of the Galra Empire.
His little, tiny human anxiety wasn't important.
He wasn't “The One” for Blue, Shiro was back and Keith was perfect for Red. The first bond with the Lions was always... nothing could change that. And yet. Yet, he lost it.
And he really thought he could, maybe, just maybe, pilot Black? Voltron's head? The Lion? No. Of course not. That seat had to go to the bravest. The good leaders. Like Shiro. Shiro was a natural. And Keith- no wonder why Keith could do it.
Keith was excellent in everything he did. That was well known.
And he-? Lance wondered, how did he happen to get his lion in the first place?
He had felt so proud back then. Blue made him so happy. So alive. Almost valuable.
He was just borrowing Red. For now. He couldn't take Blue away from Allura, she, more than anyone else, deserved the Lion. And even if he wanted to, Blue had chosen her now. There was nothing he could do now. Allura was a fast learner, and way better than him.
Lance twitched a smile.
I'm just the fifth wheel after all.
Dang.
He'd tried.
He swears.
He'd tried.
He'd tried so hard.
Why wasn't it enough?
He missed his family so much.
He... he-
His fist grabbed his shirt where his heart was and he squeezed it, squeezed it so hard, as if it would break his feelings, his emotions, his thoughts.
He wanted to go back to Earth, oh, so bad.
He wanted his teenager life back. He wanted his carelessness back. He wanted his pranks with Hunk back. He wanted his fake hatred for Keith back. He wanted to joke around without getting exasperated looks and sighs. He wanted to flirt carelessly, without getting cold store and eyes roll.
He just wanted to be a teenager again.
His other hand hid his eyes, as if he was ashamed of his tears. Which was actually the case.
Lance Mcclain, you are so pathetic.
“Leave the maths to Pidge.”
Leave everything to everyone. Don't interfere. What could he do anyway? Pidge and Hunk were excellent engineers, Keith's the best pilot anyone's ever seen in their generation, no need to talk about Shiro, Allura or Coran.
He couldn't even cook like Hunk. What a burden.
“Lance? Can I-”
Lance jumped, suddenly brought back to present. His heart was pounding as if he had been caught doing something insane, idiotic or bad. He stared at the door, now opened, and the slight light coming into his bedroom, destroying his safe place, his dark comfort and thoughts. He, somehow, felt betrayed by this interruption.
Keith's voice broke silence again.
“Are you... are you crying?”
I'm not.
He entered the room.
I'm not.
Made one step.
I'm not.
Another.
Lance cleared his throat, trying to tell him.
I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.
“I'm-”
Useless. His words died in his throat as soon as he tried.
He didn't think. He turned to the wall, showing his back to Keith. To his friend. To the Black, and Red Paladin.
Leave me alone.
A few seconds passed, and nothing happened. Keith didn't move, didn't turn on the light, didn't touch Lance, didn't talk. All that could be heard was their breath.
Leave. Please, just leave.
Keith sat on his bed. A hand, not so sure of what it was doing, touched his shoulder, and that was it. He could have left, ignoring what he'd seen. Ignoring his face drowned in the tears, because that was the best to do. Because everything was so much easier if no one noticed. If no one tried.
“You matter, Lance.”
The former Blue Paladin gasped. Tears came back, stronger than before. How could he say such a thing? How could he just come in here, do as he pleases, and throw words like these at his face?
At this moment, Lance hated him. He hated Keith for finding him in such a weak position, defenseless, dropping his happy mask and leaving himself drown into his insecurities. That was not supposed to change.
Next day, he was supposed to come back, and smile, and do silly jokes again to push away those feelings devouring his heart, just for the day, and getting back to them at night, as usual.
And nothing, no one was supposed to change it.
“You're an amazing sharp shooter.”
Lance's body shuddered. It hurt. It hurt so much.
Keith's moves naturally adapted to Lance's reactions, as if they'd already done that. As if they were both used to it.
“One of the best.”
Warm. He felt so warm in his arms. Something was tingling inside.
“I could have been hurt, or dead without you.”
No way. Not you.
“You got our back. You got my back.”
Sven got shot because of me.
“Don't step aside.”
I'm worthless.
“We need you.”
You're lying.
He sobbed. Keith's hold tightened and he felt better. Some of his pain, at least, a bit of it, seemed to leave with the tears.
“More than you think.”
He relaxed a bit, entirely giving up on his emotions, crying in arms, in the warmth of his body. The other Paladin's arm was already wet.
“We need you.”
Lance's hold on Keith tightened too, and Keith's heart felt like falling into pieces.
“I need you.”
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