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Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
Characters: Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge / Katie Holt, Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron)
Word Count: 1385
Summary: A little Lace-centric fic for Easter inspired by this post
It was Easter.
Lance knew it was. Pidge had been able to make them a calendar after they’d finally got the hang of the Altean time measurements and had converted them to Earth time measurements. And, quite frankly, it sucked knowing how much time he had been away from home. He hated the thought of his family looking at their calendars too, thinking about how long it had been since he’d disappeared. The Garrison had probably told them that he had died-just like they’d done when Shiro and the Holts had gone missing.
Easter had always been a fun activity in their family. It wasn’t one of those few holidays where all the family, including his cousins, joined in but it was a fun family bonding time anyway. His parents would set up the Easter eggs early morning before anyone woke and they would all join in on the search. Even his sister, Marisol, would come home from university to go on the Easter egg hunt. They would all paint the eggs beforehand and, no matter who found it, everyone would get to eat their own ones unless they swapped. It was lots of fun and they would watch Easter-themed movies in the afternoon. Easter wasn’t a Cuban tradition but it was an American one and it was a holiday they all enjoyed.
But Lance couldn’t enjoy it with them this year.
Nobody on the ship, other than him, celebrated Easter. Well, technically, Hunk did but he was busy. The last planet they had stopped on, they had discovered this new type of mineral while Lance had found some weird egg-shaped, fuzzy things and Pidge and Hunk were experimenting on it to see if it could be used a power source for any future bots they built. They’d been at it for two consecutive days now and, knowing them, they’d be at it for a few days more. That left him alone with his wish to do something to celebrate Easter. Lance found himself wandering to the kitchen, in hope that Hunk had left out some of his new recipes, when he could try out but when he saw a basket of eggs lying on the counter. He suddenly remembered that he could alway improvise, a small smile crept over Lance’s face. It was something small but better than nothing.
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