“Don’t worry, Shirogane, nobody has to break any bad news today,” he said, striding over to the table and slamming his helmet and bayard down on it so hard the visor cracked. “You don’t even have to say anything, I’ve got all the words you need: I’m done. You want me off the team, fine. I’m gone. But don’t expect me to stick around while you’re off playing Power Rangers.”
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Lance is sick and tired of being cast aside for the simple fact that he’s human. His entire team seems to be forgetting that they too were human not so long ago. When they try to force him off the team, he bites the bullet and sets off by himself.
There’s a reason why humans are the apex species on earth.
(In Which Earth Is Space Australia, Humans Are Badasses And Lance Becomes The Face Of The Resistance)
(In Which The Entire Team Overestimates Lance’s Anger Management)
- Part 3 of Hybrids and Purebloods
As team Voltron draws closer to Earth, Lance attempts to come to terms with his mortality.
“Did you know I died?”
(Angsty. Would not recommend if suicidal thoughts trigger you. I hope you enjoy)
“Apparently, these two girls, Acxa and Ezor, weird names, I know, lived here back in the eighties and went missing for a good ten, fifteen years before randomly showing up in Montana and settling down as though nothing had happened.”
“Which is really weird, yeah, but not really spooky,” Keith said, rifling through the pages.
“The parents were found dead in the garage two days after the family was reported as missing.”
“Slightly more spooky.”
“The grandma went missing two days after that.”
“Along with their crazy, pedophilic, drug lord uncle who got busted out of a high-security prison the day the parents died, according to the carbon dating.”
“Yeah, I got it, thanks, fuckface.”
Keith has been haunted all his life by an entity that wants him dead. It all comes to a head when he and his boyfriend recruit a team to help kick that fucknugget in the ass once and for all.
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
30 Mar 2018
Rolo was a fucking asshole. Keith repeated that phrase over and over to himself as he stormed out of the building. They should’ve broken up months ago, but now Keith was on a warpath and the baseball bat in his hands was itching for a window to smash.
With a vicious grin, he pummelled the car, scratching up Rolo’s perfect black paintwork, denting the sparkling clean bonnet, smashing the headlights in. He was really starting to get into it before someone yanked the bat away from him and threw it into the darkness.
“What the fuck are you doing to my car?”
When Keith accidentally confuses his ex's car with his crush's, he thinks that there's absolutely no chance he can come back from this. After all, he did put a baseball bat through the windshield.
Lance McClain, space nerd extraordinaire, has already had his gay crisis so knows fully well what the weird flippy feeling in his stomach is. Well, he would if he wasn't in complete and utter denial about it. There is no way in hell he has a crush on the asshole who destroyed his car. No. Way.
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
21 Mar 2018
“Apologies, Paladin, we were under the impression that you were of the same species as the humans,” a diplomat said courteously, withdrawing his hand. “What is your preferred manner of greeting?”
Hunk and he exchanged worried glances as the rest of the team looked over in confusion.
“You must be mistaken,” Lance said, a grin working its way across his face. “I’m as human as the rest of them.”
“But you are clearly of another race,” the diplomat pressed. “Your scent… it’s so… different to theirs.”
“I use a different shampoo,” Lance suggested, which clearly didn’t satisfy the gathered generals and lords around them.
Later on, back at the castle, Keith turned to Lance, a wary expression on his face.
“So what was that about earlier?” he asked.
“What? The weird ‘you’re an alien’ thing? Yeah, I have no idea.”
“I asked about that, actually,” she said. “They said you smelled like an anam’mala which is their equivalent of a dog.”
“I do not smell like dog."
- Part 2 of Hybrids and Purebloods