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Then Sadness

Date: 19/08/18

Words: 1848

Warnings: Langst, Shance, eventual polydins, Lance’s Harem, pining disaster gay!Shiro

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(I said I would tag everyone who left a comment on that post, so here it is. I’ll tag people on the second part as long as they tell me they want to be tagged.)

Part 2: Once

Based on this post.

“Lance is so noisy!”

“Good morning to you too, Pidge.”

“Good morning, Shiro. Lance is so noisy!”

Pidge huffed as she sat at the table, picking some of the food goo and shoving into her mouth. Hunk smiled at her, he knew his best friend could be very annoying when he wanted to. Keith snorted, of course Lance was noisy, he was Lance. Shiro and Allura only chuckled. Coran was too absorbed in one of Slav’s ramblings to acknowledge the girl’s presence.

“Can you guys believe him? He spent the whole night talking and laughing while I was trying to concentrate! And he kept on pacing, and I’m sure he was stomping with so much force on purpose, there’s no way those were his footsteps, he has light feet!”

“Calm down, Pidge, before you choke.”

“I’m gonna choke that idiot…” They laughed at the grumbling girl, Keith even getting into the joke and offering to help her.

“You should know how Lance can get already, Pidge. We’ve been friends for some time now.”

“Doesn’t make him any less frustrating, Hunk.”

The subject changes, each of them taking the cue to complain about the Blue Paladin. Slav had finally stopped his monologue, letting Coran join the fun. The alien watched they whine and moan about Lance. There was no sign of bad blood, only an incredible fondness. Soft smiles and adoring looks. They truly cared for their paladin; it was obvious to anyone. That reminded him…

“In at least 29% of the existent realities, all the paladins fall in love with Lance.”

Silence, so thick Keith could probably cut it with his knife. Hell, Hunk could cut it with his spoon. Allura was the first one to react.

“What…?”

“Why are you all so surprised? With how much you like him, I wouldn’t be surprised if this is one of these realities.”

More silence. They had no idea how to react. The idea of one of them falling in love with Lance was already absurd; imagine every single one of them falling in love with him?! Impossible. Maybe the other realities were really different from theirs.

Lance choose that exact moment to enter the room. His skin shined, his smile showed off white teeth, his hair looked extremely soft. He was with his usual jeans and sneakers, but with a blue t-shirt he bought on some Space Mall. Didn’t take much time for Lance to decide he was not going to use the same clothes every day, no matter how great altean technology was at washing them while he bathed—“This is not an anime, guys” he had said. It was tight and a V-neck, letting the team see the muscles he was so proud of and putting his large shoulders in evidence. His blue eyes—bluest blue—gleamed with that same old joy of seeing his teammates.

Had Lance always looked so good?

“Good morning! What did I miss?”

Silence. Lance’s smiled dimmed a little, confusion invading his mind.

“Why are you guys looking at me like I’m some kind of rare oddity?”

Coran’s laugh made the team get out of the trance, their cheeks burning with red. Lance sent the old man a questioning glance, slowly sitting beside Hunk. The man only shook his head softly and gave that mysterious dad smile. You know the one, the “I know what’s going on but I want you to find out by yourself because I think is amusing and is a good life lesson for you” smile. The rest of breakfast was little awkward, with Lance trying to talk with his friends and said friends trying to stop thinking how good he looked that morning.

The only consolation they had was that everything would be back to normal in the next morning. After all, that sudden realization was only possible because Slav caught them by surprise. They just had to survive the rest of that day. Easy.

Boy, were they wrong.

It was as if an umbrella was shut and they couldn’t open it anymore, leaving them soaked with the insistent rain. After they noticed Lance that first day, they noticed him every day. They were looking at him, really looking at him, and, God did they like what they saw. None of them would admit it. They hid that behind a veil of curiosity; they only wished to know why the paladins from the other universes fell in love with Lance. A smug dad smile had permanently painted itself in Coran’s face and the team wished nothing more than to wipe it off. You know the one, the “you’re lying to yourself and I can see it, but I’ll let you figure things out even when I already know the answers because it’s a good life lesson and very amusing to me”. That one.

As they noticed more and more about Lance, said boy noticed more and more their weird behavior. He wasn’t dumb, something happened to his teammates and he wanted to know what. He had asked Coran about it, the alien only gave him another dad smile and left, mumbling something about “young love”. Well, it seemed he would’ve to do everything alone. He could do that, just go to one of them and ask.

And ask he did.

The first one was Shiro. It was the middle of a mission, everything was going fine, when Lance decided to finally confront his team. Who better to start with than the leader of said team, am I right?

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me, Shiro. I want to know what’s going on with you guys.”

“What do you mean, Lance?”

“Allura blushed when I told her a joke, Keith looked constipated when we were sparring, Pidge runs every time she sees me, Hunk is a shuttering mess when I’m near and even you seem less…” He searched for a word, keeping his eyes trained on the older man. “Graceful?”

“Are you sure it’s not your imagination?” Shiro asked nervously, trying to ignore the panicked voice in his head demanding him to run back where the others were. He hadn’t felt that ever since Adam and, being honest with himself, he did not miss that panicky feeling.

“Shiro, sorry to tell you that so bluntly, but you’re acting like a gay disaster right now.” Then he smirked. “Maybe you have a crush on me? I mean, I am irresistible, you know?”

Boy, did Shiro knew. Lance looked especially good that moment, with messy helmet hair and sweat running down his temples. The planet had a very warm weather and while the armors could cool down their paladins, they used the same energy as the boosters, so the team decided it was better to keep the boosters working in case they needed to run. They were luck the Garrison was near a desert, so they were less bothered by the warmth. Talking about armors, Shiro was really appreciating the way Lance’s accentuated the boy's broad shoulders.

If you haven’t noticed yet, Shiro was a shoulders man.

And, well, Lance’s shoulders, am I right?

“Shiro? Earth to Shiro?”

The Black Paladin froze, Lance’s face was too close for comfort. Bluest blue staring directly at his eyes. Oh, God, his heart was making some sweet samba inside his ribcage. Thoughts were running a marathon inside his head. Blood was rushing to his ears. Air was leaving his lungs. Shit. Shit. Yeah. Okay. Maybe Slav was right. Maybe it was one of the 39% universes. Maybe he had a crush on Lance. A small one. A small crush on the Blue Paladin. Small. He could deal with small. He could deal with having a small crush on his teammate. He could deal with what the universe was throwing at him.

Alarms suddenly blared. They were discovered. In less than a few minutes, the entire galra population of that base was going to be there, trying to kill them. They needed to move. Shiro snapped right back to his role as leader, his—small, mind you—crush on Lance could wait. Looking at the boy, they nodded to each other and ran back to where their friends were.

“Pidge, how’s the download?”

“Almost done, I need more time!”

Takashi went silent for a bit, trying to think on a plan, but Lance’s voice interrupted his thoughts. Lance was telling the team his plan—when did he plan all that?—and Shiro couldn’t feel more proud. He knew Lance was smart, but his observant nature was a very welcomed surprise. The plan was very good, and the Blue Paladin even offered a few solutions in case something went wrong. His mind was on fire, completely focused on the mission, any trace of any other thought completely gone. Shiro could see it in his eyes.

“Nice plan, Lance! You guys heard our sharpshooter, let’s put that plan in action!”

“Thanks, lion king.” Lance smiled so endearingly, Shiro didn’t had the heart to roll his eyes at the nickname. His heart was too occupied writing the next part of that samba.

Shiro could deal with a small crush on Lance.

“Let’s kick some galra butt!”

He couldn’t deal with a bigger than Voltron itself crush on Lance.

Fuck.

“Lance is so noisy!”

“Good morning to you too, Pidge.”

“Good morning, Shiro. Lance is so noisy!”

Pidge sniffed as she sat at the table, picking some of the food goo and shoving into her mouth. Hunk smiled weakly at her, the memory of his best friend’s loud voice fresh in his ears. Keith huffed, of course Lance was noisy, the universe would be too silent if he wasn’t. Shiro and Allura only sighed. Coran was too absorbed in poking his food goo sadly to pay any attention to the grieving girl’s entrance.

“Can you guys believe him? He spent the whole night talking and laughing while I was trying to concentrate!”

He hadn’t. It was all Pidge’s memories. Because Lance wasn’t there. He was galaxies away, lost somewhere, maybe even imprisoned by the enemy. Because he was too selfless. Too loyal. Too Lance.

“Calm down, Pidge, before you choke.”

“I’m gonna choke that idiot…” They laughed dryly at the mumbling girl, Keith offering to help her.

“You should know how Lance is, Pidge. We’ve been friends for some time now. He’s been done things like that ever since the beginning.”

“Doesn’t make him any less frustrating, Hunk.”

The subject changes, each of them taking the cue to tell some story about the Blue Paladin. Slav watched their futile attempts to ignore pain the silence the absence of the Blue Paladin brought. Coran still refused to enter the conversation, even though it was obvious he was listening. There was an incredible fondness in their broken voices. Soft smiles and adoring looks. Tears running freely, sobs rising to the skies. They truly cared for their paladin; it was obvious to anyone. That reminded him…

“Of the 29% of the existent realities where all the paladins fall in love with Lance, only 3% don’t end in tragedy.”

Silence.

Then sadness.

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