YES! YES! YOU'RE DOING PROMPTS THANK GOD! Okay, okay since this scenario just wouldn't leave my head all day due that a previous ask, my prompt is for your take on Shiro finding out that Lance has been leading team Voltron instead of Keith while he was away. Perhaps with a bit of supportive Klance on the side?xP
Thank you!! I hope you enjoy it :D Thank you for being so amazingly supportive of my writing, you’re the absolute best <3
“Why are you piloting the Black Lion?”
The words echoed endlessly around Lance’s head, his grin suddenly frozen into place on his face, a rictus, a mockery of the joy that had spread across his face a moment before. Shiro’s look of utter disbelief would have been comical if it hadn’t cut him straight to the core. Insecurities tumbled through his chest, a thousand whispers that he blocked out with a pillow in order to sleep. Why do you think you can lead them? What if you make the wrong decisions? You could get them all killed. You can’t handle this. You don’t deserve this. You’re just the dumb flirt. Why would anyone ever follow you? Why are you piloting the Black Lion?
He licked his lips slowly, choking on the responses he wanted to give, and something in his face must have given away his feelings, because Shiro rubbed a hand across his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said. “That came out wrong. But… I had told Keith—”
“Keith didn’t want to do it,” Lance blurted out. He bit the inside of his cheek. He was doing this all wrong. Shiro frowned.
“But the Black Lion let him pilot her before—”
“Look, Shiro—” His voice cracked on his old idol’s name and he breathed deeply, trying to calm his heart, which felt like it was thudding into his stomach. “After you were gone, it was chaos. Zarkon was out of commission, at least for a while, but Haggar was on a warpath, and this other guy named Lotor turned up, and all this time we couldn’t form Voltron because we kept playing musical lions but nothing seemed to work. Keith tried, Allura tried, Hunk tried, Coran was in Green and Pidge was in Blue and I ended up in Yellow one day somehow, but we were running scared because nothing was working. I… I didn’t really expect it either. But we had crashed on Kip’zin and we were scattered and I was just trying to get everyone back together while this ARMY of Robeasts was marching up the hill towards us and… Black came and rescued me. And I tried to pilot her, and that was the first time since you had disappeared that we actually managed to work as a team. So… look you can have her back. I miss Blue, I miss her so much, you’re still our leader, I just—”
“Lance.” Lance broke off, realizing he had been rambling, and snapped his mouth shut. Shiro had dropped a hand on his shoulder. The weight seemed to press into Lance heavier than anything he had ever carried.
“It’s alright. I’m not angry. I’m just… I’m just surprised.” Lance bit his lip and looked away.
“I know it’s not what you expected,” he mumbled. Shiro sighed, scratching at the back of his neck. The bags under his eyes told Lance he hadn’t slept properly in weeks, and probably longer.
“I have no right to expect anything after being gone for six months,” he said. “How did it go over with Allura, you taking on the Black Lion?” Lance felt his stomach plummet again, hearing the expectation in Shiro’s words. Before he could respond, though, they were interrupted by the whoosh of the door.
Keith crashed into the room in a red blur, throwing his arms around Shiro, an uncontrollable gasp of relief rising from his chest. “Thank God you’re okay,” he said. Shiro, nearly knocked over by Keith’s furious embrace, stumbled a bit and then returned the hug briefly. Keith stepped back, peering at Shiro’s face, taking in the new thin scar along his jawline and the exhaustion in his eyes. “The castle wasn’t the same without you,” he said. Shiro smiled wearily.
“Things certainly seem to be… different,” he said. Lance felt his neck go hot as Shiro glanced at him. Keith, looking between them, got a panicked crease between his eyebrows.
“Look, Shiro, I’m sorry I didn’t take over Black like you wanted, but… it really wasn’t going to work. That became clear really, really fast.” He stepped back and snaked his arm around Lance’s waist. Lance pressed against him, feeling his heart rate slow slightly at Keith’s comforting heat and weight by his side. “Lance has done a better job than any of the rest of us could have.” Shiro looked between them blearily.
“You two seem to be getting along much better,” he said flatly. The heat in Lance’s neck crept up to his cheeks. He and Keith glanced sideways at each other.
“We should… probably mention,” Lance said. “We’re kind of dating.”
Shiro’s expression was almost worth every moment of panicked insecurity Lance had ever felt.