Got 99 Problems
I’m not even gonna look as I post this, nope. bye.
Also, based on this post, ok thanks bye. enjoy protective Lance i guess??
Lance’s eye twitches and hell breaks loose.
Earlier, way way earlier, Lance had been excited. He had cheered among the civilians once Voltron and the Blade had successfully liberated the Planet Xenos from the Galra.
Sure, the adrenaline that comes during and after battle never fails to make him bouncy and excited but he is no fool, he knows the real reason behind his excitement.
It was the first time since who knows how long that Keith – uh, the Blade joined Voltron once again in these type of missions and Lance’s heart had beat wildly inside him when a Blade pod had hovered near him right after it had shoot a Galra pod on his blind spot.
Lance didn’t need any confirmation to know who it was.
“Getting slow, Sharpshooter?” Keith’s voice appeared nevertheless in his ears two ticks later and Lance had grinned so big that it was impossible to contain the gleeful laughter that left his lips.
“Yeah, yeah, try to keep up, Samurai.”
It had felt like old times, as old as they can be. Even with the clear and obvious differences (See: minus a lion and paladin armor but details), their dynamic was still synchronized and effective. Neither of them missed a single shot and they didn’t really need a warning before the other would cover their backs.
When the battle was over and both Voltron and the Blade landed to make contact with the planet’s Queens, Lance didn’t really even had a chance to greet Keith, not with the way the civilians had surrounded him almost instantly as soon as he exited Red.
Lance had welcomed them, of course, with a warm smile and a happy laugh, shaking off the praise once he had his ego filled but still enjoying the easy chatter the Xenians offered. He was probably on his twelfth selfie when something caught his attention.
A few nobles were chatting among themselves, far away from the crowd, mumbles being hushed between them as if they were sharing secrets and Lance narrows his eyes in curiosity, cocking his head to the side in confusion until he follows their eyes, wondering what on earth they could be glaring at so hatefully since the Galra was gone.
His breath hitches when his own eyes land on Keith.
Keith, who stands awkwardly among the crowd next to Kolivan but still smiling gently at the few Xenians that make their way towards him. Keith, who blushes and stutters at the beginning of his sentence when he gets praised and civilians thank him with pure honesty.
Keith, whose chest puffs out in pride right after with bright navy eyes because of what he has done and seeing who he has helped.
But also Keith, who frowns confused when the same trio of nobles from before make their way towards him, their faces promising nothing good.
Lance sees the way Kolivan steps in almost instantly, putting himself closer to Keith’s side as he addresses the noble trio. Lance’s still a few big feet away from the small group but their voices echoes around the courtyard almost clearly.
The eye twitching begins.
Lance’s moving before he even notices, blocking out Hunk’s confused call of his name as he makes his way over.
“You shouldn’t be here. You and your kind had been just vanished, gone! Voltron took care of that just a few fullinis ago! You are not welcome!” One of the nobles shouts, the one with one horn on his right side of the head and faint green skin.
“I can assure you that the Blade of Marmora is on your side, battling those who are part of the Empire.” Kolivan says, nodding respectfully, but the nobles wouldn’t have it.
“Hah! You are part of the Empire that enslaved our people!” Another noble snaps, their own skin red and with two horns, “Your kind is the enemy!”
Kolivan shakes his head. “No, the Blade of Marmora is not the empire,” he explains, calm and neutral as always, features never giving away anything but there’s this small sad gleam in his eyes that just breaks Lance’s heart, “We came here to help, to provide any advantage to Voltron against the battle and to give shelter to those caught in the crossfire.”
The nobles snort, laughing mockingly at the words Lance knows it’s not the first time Kolivan has gotten this treatment.
Keith, however –