one of the most slept on moments of season two: the moment when hunk saved everyones asses by baking “cookies” that ended up being similar enough to teludav lenses that it saved them all from getting captured by zarkon,,, like without hunk the season would’ve ended at like episode 5 or something
Trust is a weird thing, isn’t it? It’s something people take so seriously, yet they also turned it into a game. Lance just falls, and sees what happens.
Lance made a grunt sound as he hit the ground in front of Pidge. Pidge shook her head slowly, gripping her laptop closer to her body.
“I trusted you.” Lance narrowed his eyes up to her. He laid there, arms splayed on his sides, a pout playing on his face. “I even gave you a warning.”
Pidge rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Do you think I’m just gonna drop my laptop to catch you for your dumb game? I’m sorry, Lance, but I’m really busy right now.”
Lance pout deepens, but nodded his head in understanding as Pidge lowered her face to give him a smile.
“Next time buddy, okay?”
Lance wanted to try it again, but this time it was with Hunk.
Lance walked a slow pace towards Hunk, humming innocently and tunefully, his arms at his sides until he was a close enough to Hunk for him to make the catch.
“Trust fall!” Lance shouted, turning his back and letting gravity take him down, falling, hoping a pair of arms would catch him.
Sadly, there weren’t.
“Oh, Lance!!” Hunk shouted in surprise, almost dropping, his plates, “Stop doing that! I can’t catch you with my hands full!!”
Hunk set the plates he was going to use for the food later down, holding out his hand for Lance to take, which he does.
“I trusted you.” Lance chuckled jokingly, narrowing his eyes as he did with Pidge. He grabbed the plates down and handed them back to Hunk.
“Sorry, dude,” Hunk frowned as soon as his hands was full of the plates again. He shifted his arms for a better position for the plates, and smiled. “Just kinda caught me off guard.”
“Ahh, don’t worry, it’s just fun and games,” Lance shrugged, “Don’t drop me next time, butterfingers.” He chuckled, and Hunk gave him a smile and shook his head, nudging Lance’s arm with his own.
“Next time, buddy, okay?”
Keith was next on his list.
It was after training of course. Lance had waited for Keith to be done with the bot, as it fell hard to the ground in pieces, Keith ended the session and moved out of the training area, where Lance waits for him near the entrance.
Lance was a little nervous for this one, considering that he would expect Keith to be the last person to catch him. But reality is, Lance doesn’t care if Keith catched him or not.
Because he already trusts Keith with his life.
Lance cracked a smirk, his arms ready to be stretched out, falling back on either against the cold floor of the castle, or the warmth of Keith’s arms and body.
He popped out, seeing the surprise in Keith’s purple eyes, and fell back.
“Trust fall!!!” He yelled.
Gravity took him, but instead of a pair of arms catching him, it was the whole body instead, taking both Keith and himself to the ground.
“Agh, LANCE!!” Keith groaned, “Get your dead weight off of me!!”
Lance laughed playfully, like a puppy looking for attention.
“Keeeeeith,” he pouted, sitting up and straddling his hips purposely, “I trusted you!”
Lance could’ve sworn he saw a quick pink flush on Keith’s cheeks, but he let that thought out of his mind.
Keith pursed his lips, not knowing what to do as if Lance straddling his hips was a once in a life kind of thing.
Keith gritted his teeth. “Get. Off.”
Lance would be hurt by this, but he caught the flicker of a smile on the corner of Keith’s mouth, knowing he was enjoying this as much as he was.
“I swear to God, LANCE!!” Keith whined, “You’re crushing me!!”
Lance grinned widely, and crossed his arms, a thought running across his mind.
“Promise me you’ll catch me next time, then.” Lance smirked.
Lance smiled again, taking his hands and tickling Keith’s sides, causing him to laugh uncontrollably. A laugh that could save his life, a sound that he finds the most comfort in when the days were dark.
Lance laughed wildly too. “Promise me!”
“I-haha!!-I-sTOP IT!!” Lance caught tears in Keith’s eyes from laughing too hard, clutching his sides and wiggling underneath Lance, his body warm from the contact.
Lance decided that his next target shall be Shiro.
But hey, what other ways can he spend his time around the castle without having a little fun for himself?
He peered around the corridor wher he saw Shiro talking to Allura about what move they shall proceed next with Zarkon and his army at hand on one of the screens, dragging their hands across it as they make the plans.
Lance wonders if even Shiro would drop everything just to catch him.
Lance made a small smile to himself, and walked in unnoticed, not listening to the talk exchanges between Shiro and Allura.
“Trust fall!!” Lance smiled widely, confident that maybe he would be caught.
Instead, he had his trust back on the floor.
Allura yelped in surprise and confusion, and Shiro just groaned with frustration.
“Ahh, Lance!” He raised his voice, “Not now!!”
Lance felt his heart break just a little, but it was alright. It was only fun and games, anyways.
“I trusted you.” Lance pouted, chuckling again. His arms at his sides, his head tilted up to look at Shiro and Allura, who both towered over him like his parents would when he was about to get -dun dun dun- la chancla.
Lance’s chuckle turned more into a light hearted laugh. It was enough for Shiro to lower his gaze to a more calm expression, cracking a small smile as he helped Lance back up.
Allura raised an eyebrow, still confused. “Is this ‘trust fall’ an earth thing?”
“Kind of,” Shiro chucked, “Hey, Lance, maybe you should stop doing this to everyone. We’re not always gonna be prepared, you’re always catching us off guard.”
Lance felt a small frown forming on his mouth when looked down, staring the ground where he was just laying. He felt a little guilty annoying everyone.
That “trust fall” thing was only something that he would do with his siblings, who no matter what they were doing or how annoyed they were, they would drop everything just to catch the boy in their arms.
It was all just fun and games, right?
“Sorry, Shiro,” Lance chuckled sheepishly, “I was just trying to pass the time.”
Allura grinned, “Well, you’re in luck Lance. Shiro and I have just finished our plan for when we infiltrate the Galra. Get the others, too. Are you ready?”
Lance’s eyes went up, a small smile finding its way back on his face.
He decided to do it just one last time.
That’s all that came to his mind. That’s all he wanted to do. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.
Lance was the one who drew the attention. He drew the attention away from Shiro and Pidge, so that they could get closer to what they needed.
Lance felt himself cornered, surrounded by the Galra.
He lifted his gun, ready to fire when they did.
And when they did, he just wasn’t quick enough to avoid all four guns aiming and firing him.
He remembers hearing the blast ricochet from all four.
He remembers their taunting words, how -useless- he was and how -irritating- he must be for his teammates to leave him all alone.
He remembers the aching pain from his chest to his leg, a burning sensation that his grandchildren could’ve felt.
He remembers seeing the Galra fall back, leading themselves to believe that they have killed one.
He remembers standing on his two, thinking of the first time he walked his first steps towards his older brother, now thinking of how these were him possibly taking his last few steps.
He remembers hearing echoes of voices and blasts coming from the end of the corridor of the Galra ship.
He remembers hearing Keith’s shouts stand out from the rest.
He remembers Keith’s laugh and his smile, which urges him forward.
Holding his sides, cracking his smile possibly for the last time, he takes bigger steps to get closer to Keith, who was crouching down behind a busted machine, a good hideaway from the Galra’s blasts.
As Lance got closer, he took smaller steps, croaking out his next words.
Although, instead of falling back, he fell forward, gravity pulling him down, expecting to feel the cold ground of the Galra ship.
Instead he felt a pair of arms in front of him, and when he looked up, he saw a sight of someone, an expression he hopes to never see on his face again. The expression of pain and concern, eyes wide in panic. Brows furrowed worriedly, and mouth tightened as if trying to hold in the sobs. He saw the tears prickling his face.
Lance didn’t want to see that. He didn’t want to see Keith like that ever again.
“I trust you,” Lance chuckled, feeling Keith adjusting him in his arms, cradling him close to his own body, despite the fact that he was being drenched in Lance’s blood.
“S-Shut up, Lance, j-just-shut-,” Keith choked, trying to get a hold of himself. “You’re gonna be alright, you’re gonna-you have to-”
Lance lifted his hand and tangled it in Keith’s hair. He just wanted to see Keith smile one more time. He saw Keith shout something into his intercom of his helmet frantically.
Lance felt Keith tighten his grip on him when he felt himself drift away, as if he believes that the tighter he held on, the longer Lance will stay.
“I’m..not going a-anywhere Keith, but you..don’t n-need me,” Lance just laughed, “I’m just the s-seventh wheel.”
Lance was so close to Keith that he could hear the breath caught in Keith’s mouth.
“No, y-you’re not, you idiot,” Keith’s tears rolled down his cheeks, “Y-You weren’t supposed to go out like this. You -aren’t- supposed to–We were just getting-,” he sniffled, laughing like him crying was so stupid, “getting started.”
Lance laughed, and hugged himself closer to Keith, taking in his scent, even if his blood spilled over him.
Finally, he heard other voices, other hands trying to help him up. But all he did was held onto Keith tighter.
All Lance wanted to do was just lay there, knowing that his silly little trust fall wasn’t all stupid. He wanted to lay there, with Keith holding him close as if he was precious cargo. The longer Keith held on, the longer Lance will hold on.
Trust is a precious cargo that Lance likes to hold on. It’s funny, you know. The way it’s been made into a kind of game he held on as a kid? The way he trusts Keith with his own life. The kind of trust that turns a certain bond into something more than one person hoping the other will catch them.
It’s funny, the way he believes that falling is just like flying, except there’s a more permanent destination. Whether it’s the cold floor of a castle or a ship, or the warmth of someone who cares about him.
Eveyone is alpha except, of course,
Lance and Pidge.
So, you know, there’s too many alpha
hormones going on in the castle and sometimes is just to much. Even Pidge, who
hasn’t presented yet, is sometimes overwhelmed.
They think Lance is a beta.
Allura may be their Princess but
Shiro is the official leader of the pack. This causes lots of trouble between
them. Allura and Shiro respects each other, but when they disagree, is fucking
hell in the ship.
Keith is really in touch with his
instincs. Which is bad and good at the same time. Is perfecto for battle, but
it also causes a lot of drifts between him and his teammates. He can’t help but
try to fight Shiro’s commands, but the older alpha always wins and obliges him
Hunk is crazy strong, and Shiro is
thankfull the paladin has a peaceful nature because there’s no way he could
make him submit. If Hunk wanted it, he could be the alpha leader. But that’s
not what his heart desire. Instead of using his ‘alpha-ness’ to lead, he uses
it to break the fights between Shiro and Allura when they get to bad or to face
enemies in order to protect others.
Coran, even though he’s an alpha,
submits easily to his princess and the paladins. Not really caring about things
like fighting over control. No, he’s happy where he is. Taking care of everyone
Pidge doesn’t have her own scent yet,
so Shiro has to nuzzle her like a pup to leave his own scent on her and make
her smell like pack.
Lance jerked awake at that, stumbling up and frantically searching. “What? What is it? Is the castle under attack? Did I forget to do the dishes?” Lance looked around. “Why are we in the hangers..? Oh. Oh yeah,” Lance rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I accidentally fell asleep.” Lance then looked up at the team, who were staring at him with wide eyes and mouths open. “Uh…guys? Do I have something on my face? I didn’t drool again, did I? Oh man, that’s embarrassing.” He frantically began to wipe his mouth, cheeks reddening with embarrassment. Keith grabbed his hand and gently pulled it away from his face. “No Lance, you look fine. It’s just that-” “Did you seriously bond with all the Lions?!” Pidge interrupted. Lance flushed an even darker red. “Uhh..yes..?” Coran’s eyes shines brightly. “Lance my boy, just how did you manage to do that with all the Lions, even the Black Lion?” Lance looked down and began to play with a loose thread on his shirt. “Well, it kind of happened on an accident. It all started back when I was cleaning Blue after a mission. I was giving her a wax and a deep clean, just a relaxing spa day, when I thought the other Lions might like it as well. After a few weeks of that, I started talking about my family and my life back at the Garrison. Then one day, I could sense them all in the back of my head. Kinda like Blue, but softer. When that happened, I could show them my memories, which lead to me talking about you guys.” Shiro smiled softly. “Yeah, we know..they showed us.” “W-what?? What did they show you exactly?!” The Lions suddenly hummed in unison as Lance’s eyes began to glaze over. Allura and Coran gasped as Lance’s eyes began to softly glow. After a few moments, Lance returned back to normal, hiding his face in his hands. “Oohhh man, I can’t believe they showed you guys that. I’m wounded. I’ve been betrayed. How can I ever recover from this embarrassment? Okay, yeah I’m gonna crawl under the covers and never leave my room. It was nice knowing you all.” Allura giggled and grabbed Lance by the shoulders. “Lance, that wasn’t embarrassing. It was..sweet and very brave and courageous. Even inspiring.” Hunk stepped up. “The way you helped me with my anxiety even though I was mean..” The rest of the Paladins joined him. “The way you helped me through my nightmares and flashback, even though I hurt you..” “The way you cooked me and my mom dinner even skipping class to bring it to us personally..” “The way stood up for me, without even really knowing me.” Coran joined them and pat Lance on the back. “Because of your selflessness and respect for your teammates, you’ve have earned respect and trust from their Lions. And even more so, you BONDED with them. Lance my boy, do you realize what this means?” Lance looked up, hesitating. “Uh, hopefully something good? I’m not in trouble am I? ‘Cause I didn’t mean to bond with them, I promise! It just kinda…happened.” Allura chuckled softly, slowly shaking her head. “No Lance. You’re not in trouble.” Allura stepped forward, taking Lance’s face in between her hands. “Know that no Paladin, in the over 10,000 years that I’ve been alive, has ever bonded with all the Lions, that is because only four people in the entire universe ever can. One Black Paladin can bond with the other Lions, one Red Paladin can bond with the other Lions, one Yellow Paladin can bond with the other Lions, one Green Paladin can bond with the other Lions, and only one Blue Paladin can bond with the other Lions.” The team stared at them with wide eyes. Lance’s started slowly. “So…what does this mean? Am I special or something.” Coran chuckled. “Oh my boy, you’re are incredibly special indeed. Only the True Paladins of Voltron are able to form these bonds. You see, the Lions were created by Alteans, so we always believed that this would only happen with Altean pilots. But you proved us wrong.” Allura smiled at him gently, eyes shining. “Lance, what we are trying to say is, by bonding with all the Lions of Voltron, you have proven yourself to us and to the Lions of Voltron. Lance, a very very special human boy from Cuba,” Allura steps back, and stuns the team by deeply bowing at Lance. “You are the True Blue Paladin of Voltron.” Lance stumbles backwards, mouth hanging open, along with the other Paladins. “WHAT?!”
~sorry for the short update! The next part, I’ll go into more detail; I didn’t want to spoil everything in one part. ;P~
Contrary to the fandom’s popular belief, Hunk isn’t actually all that empathic towards everyone. He clearly doesn’t empathize much with people he doesn’t know: he was willing to leave Shiro to the Garrison, he was willing to let Arus get blown up by Sendak, and he was incapable of grasping how freaking HUGE his responsibility was as a defender of the universe, simply because he couldn’t empathize with those under Zarkon’s rule.
Hunk’s empathy basically works like this: if he knows you, your life, and can see you as an individual with a life, he will empathize with you and try to help you. You can see this most prominently with Shay, whom he only casually cared about until their private talk, where she revealed that she had never seen the sky. Hunk now knows something about her life, and is able to connect with her on a personal level, which means he now wants to save her at all cost.
This is also why he starts caring about fighting Zarkon: Shay’s lifestory is simply one of many stories, and there are literally millions like her throughout the universe. Hunk realizes this, and connects Shay’s story to the millions he wants to leave behind to go back to Earth, and realizes that no, he can’t do that. That’s when he starts to care: when Shay has given the people that Zarkon oppressed a face and a voice.
In short: Hunk is only able to empathize with you when he sees you as an individual, and Shay gave the millions under Zarkon a voice, causing Hunk to see them as individuals, now, too. And honestly? I love that so much.
Lance held his head in his hands, his fingers interlaced with his brown locks. He gasped for a breath, his chest hurting as the air filled his lings. He forced an exhale, the action causing a small whine to escape from the boy. He trapped his bottom lip in between his teeth in hopes to stop it’s quivering. His body shook in panic, his heart pumping at an unhealthy pace.
“Lance, can you hand me the, uh, what was it again?”
Lance suppressed a smile, “Salt, Corran. It’s a salty rock.”
“Actually,” Hunk spoke out, “Table salt is mostly made of sodium chloride. In its natural state as a crystalline mineral, it’s normally referred to as rock salt of if you want to get scientific, halite.”
Everyone stared at Hunk as the larger shoveled food into his mouth. The yellow paladin looked up to meet the many gazes of his teammates, “ What?”
“You sound more like Wikipedia than Wiz-tech over here,” Lance joked, pointing over his right shoulder at the smallest of the paladins. Lance jerked his back as two small hands pushed his forward.
He listened to Shiro’s deep chuckle, “You deserved that.”
Lance crossed his arms, “Oh please, the most damage she could do is-” Lance yelped. He grabbed desperately at his shins. Lance let out a string of Spanish swears.
“Bye to your kneecaps, asshole,” Pidge sneers, their eyes staring accusingly at the Blue paladin.
“Pidge,” Shiro sighed, his head in his hands.
“Tell me more about these minerals you cook with!” Corran yelled, his fingers twirled his orange mustache, “I’ll see if I can replicate them in some way.”
Hunk’s eyes widened at the thought of Corran’s cooking. “Or I could give you a list of ingredients and some other stuff? Like good fruit I’ve found?” Hunk offered.
Keith scoffed, “He’s calling you a bad cook Corran.”
“Nonononono, not what I said! I meant that you could improve a little bit!”
The Paladins continued to bicker, Lance throwing in his own banter for the sake of it.
Lance turned his gaze from Shiro holding Pidge back in attempts to stop her from punching Keith to the princess.
Allura stayed quiet through it all. Lance found it strange that the usually lively girl sat still with a distressed look drawn on her face. Her arms were crossed and her eyes trained on a bowl in front of her.
“Allura?” Lance spoke out softly, trying not to anger the girl, “You okay?”
Allura ignored the paladin, her jaw set tight and her fist balling.
“What do you want, Lance?” Allura snapped, her head twisting to Lance’s direction. “I don’t want to deal with it today.”
“I just-” Lance tried to speak out and justify himself.
Allura’s tone grew louder, “Just leave me alone! I don’t need a good for nothing disappointment bothering me today!” She threw her hands on the table.
Lance held his breath. He looked down, “Sorry.”
Allura’s glare softened, regret evident in her voice, “Lance, I-”
“It’s okay,” Lance didn’t change his gaze as he pushed himself away from the chair. “I’ll be in my room.”
Hunk reached out for his friend, “Wait, Lance! We can talk about it! I have more food if you want!” His words were ignored and Lance walked out the door.
Lance sunk further into himself, his hands digging into his arms. He scratched at his himself, skin peeling under his nails. Lance sobbed, the pain was the only thing keeping him grounded.
Red ran down his forearm onto the floor and around him. It stained his hands and darkened the blue fabric of the sleeved that drowned his arms.
Lance let out a weak laugh, “How pathetic,” he told himself.
His breathing calmed, leaving him to stare at the wall.
Lance went through plans in his head. The bleeding has stopped and the blood was drying. His face was blank, numbness spreading throughout his body.
He grabbed his Bayard, pulling down his sleeves and rushed out the door to the training room.
“Shiro, Lance stole my jacket! And he’s using it as an apron!”
“Don’t listen to Keith, Shiro, he’s lying!”
“YOU’RE LITERALLY WEARING IT RIGHT NOW!”
“Spacedaaaaaad, tell Hunk he has to let me help cook!”
“Shiro, don’t let Pidge in the kitchen!”
Shiro’s left eye had most definitely developed a twitch. He was trying to be patient, truly he was, but after two hours of sleep and a battle the day before, there’s only so much a 25 year old can take.
“Why do you guys do this?” he groaned.
“Because you’re the Spacedad guy?” Lance shrugged awkwardly. “I dunno.”
“Well then who do I get to tattle to?” Shiro groused, folding his arms.
The other Paladins scratched their heads.
“I dunno, Coran, I guess?” Hunk stroked his chin thoughtfully.
“Works for me.” Shiro said flatly. He took a deep breath.
From the bridge, the Altaen in question absently answered, “What’s wrong, Number One?”
“The Paladins keep tatting to me!”
Coran waved a hand over his shoulder. “Leave Shiro alone, guys.”
sorry for being a little inactive, finals are murdering me!
so here’s a prompt that is totally not based off real events in my life ;)
-high school au!
-and Lance has a crush on -insert whoever you ship with Lance-
-and he tells his friends about it (either Hunk or Pidge [or both] but it depends who you ship him with)
-and they tell him to send a text to ask his crush on a date
-and he jokingly pulls out his phone and types it
-they have a good laugh, and Lance is about to delete it but then his phone gets snatched away, and Hunk/Pidge presses send
-let the panic begin :)
this was using the headcanon that Lance is too awkward to flirt with anyone he actually really likes and prefers to do it with strangers or people he doesn’t really know, but I can also see him constantly flirting with this person but being unsure how to actually ask them out. you can do what you want with it
and, even if you don’t want to write a fic, if you happen to have any advice I would love to hear it because I just so happen to be dying :)
lastly, do any of you want to be kept updated, or should I suffer in silence?