hey friendo! i heard you were taking promts, so if it aint any trouble could you do 'insecure trans nb boy lance being comforted by keith and others'? i hope you have a nice day!
Love to~ It got kinda long and out of hand, but I would love to see more prompts like this to explore. If anyone wants to discuss this or why I went the way I did, please don’t hesitate to ask.
Lance stretches as he heads back to his room after a day full of training and drills. He’s sore and tired and crabby, but he’s glad for the armor they’d all been wearing since their arrival out here in space. Of course he knows himself and he knows his friends - he loves them all to pieces, but there’s only so much he can stand of being called a boy in one day. It’s not wrong, per se, but he doesn’t see why he has to go by any pronoun like he or she most days…
He and Keith had had a heart to heart about this a week after Pidge came out. The team had all rallied around her identification, leaving Lance to struggle with his own discomfort with being mislabeled. Everyone had adapted so well to Pidge’s wanting to be called by a “normal” pronoun.. What are they going to say when Lance tells them that he’s more comfortable with “they” than “he?” Running a hand through his hair at the memory, he can’t help but smile at how Keith had reacted to the mess he’d seen.
His face had been red and swollen, his hair a mess between his fingers as he sat with his knees drawn to his chest and his back to his bed. Lance had ignored the stupid Mullet’s approaching him, had hoped Keith would leave on his own and not say a word.
Lance hadn’t expected for Keith to sit with him. He hadn’t thought it possible for Keith to sit through Lance’s crying and hypervenitilation without demanding that Lance just shut up and get over it. Lance had been so sure that it was impossible that when he calmed down, Keith offered to go get him water. He’d been so sure that Keith panicked from Lance’s lack of response and helped get Lance back in bed to further calm down.
Keith had listened to Lance - only after Lance had drank a whole container of water, much to Lance’s annoyance - and asked questions in a way that hadn’t been as abrasive as Lance had expected. He’d asked why Lance was telling him, why he hadn’t already told the team, why didn’t he tell the others when Pidge did, and a bunch of other stuff in Keith’s usual way, but Lance hadn’t expected for Keith to be so…understanding.
After that, Lance had felt his heart swell each time Keith referred to Lance as “they”. Sure, Keith fibbed a little when pressured about the odd phrasing - “I meant Blue and Lance, Shiro. They’re a pair just like any of us.” - but Lance had thanked him profusely at the unexpected help.
Now he just isn’t sure to bring it up to the others…
Hunk knew that Lance wasn’t… Well, wasn’t a lot of things. Lance wasn’t confident or snarky or spitfire or any of the things he pretends to be. But what he does know is that Lance isn’t a guy. And Hunk feels awful for knowing that. Yeah, his friend isn’t straight - you learn a lot about someone when you spend two years bunking with them - but Hunk isn’t going to bring something up when he knows Lance isn’t ready to confront it yet and he knows better than to voice this thought. It’s disrespectful to Lance if Hunk were to ever even think of saying, “I knew before you did.”
With that said, he’s surprised that Lance’s false bravado lasts as long as it does. It’s nearly a month after Pidge comes out to the team that Lance asks for them all to come to Blue’s hangar before their mid-”afternoon” training. With everyone geared up for the session later, Hunk looks over his friends. Shiro seems just as confused as himself, Pidge, Allura, and Coran, but Keith is standing next to Lance in way too close a proximity for all the fighting those two do.
“So, why are we here again?” Pidge asks when Lance looks up at Blue for the fourth time without saying anything.
Hunk sees Keith nudge his elbow into Lance’s arm. Just what’s going on…?
“Right, so,” Lance starts before hanging on the “o” to drag out the moment. Hunk can practically feel the nervous energy radiating from his friend as Lance looks between their friends. “I wanted to talk to you guys.. I just.. We’ve all been out here for so long, and I want you to know that.. Well, I trust you. I really do. Out there, as Voltron, we’re all in each other’s heads. We know what each other think and feel, but I know we still say things sometimes and I want to make sure that.. Well, I want to make sure you guys know what to call me.”
Oh he so called it. Hunk knows what Lance is going to say.
Lance looks at Keith who nods in return, neither smiling nor frowning in a very Keith-like reassurance. A glance to the others tells Hunk that everyone else is clueless.
“I.. I’m not comfortable with being called “he” all the time,” Lance explains. “That’s not cause I’m not a guy, but.. I..” Keith puts a hand on Lance’s shoulder. It looks like that’s enough to give Lance a second wind. “I don’t feel comfortable being called a guy. I’m not a girl, either, so.. I guess that leaves me as non-binary?”
Okay, so maybe Hunk wasn’t expecting that.
“Nonbinary?” Coran asks. “Suppose that is rather archaic.. Your people have had all this time and yet still only use a few pronouns, right?”
“Humans have only been around for around eight or nine thousand years,” Pidge attempts to explain. “Plus, there are some cultures that see gender as something a lot more diverse than just us. I mean, I’m a girl who was born a guy.. There’s some people on Earth with a lot of hang-ups about that, but things are getting better.”
“Exactly,” Shiro states. He looks to Lance and Hunk watches Lance relax from the affirming conversation. “You’d prefer “they” then? Or is there something else?”
That smile on Lance’s face makes Hunk’s heart grow. Yeah. His friend isn’t a lot of things, but Hunk loves them.