#brown eyes lance

[autisticlancemcclain]

this is how it started

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This is how it continues: Keith holds his hand all the way to breakfast.

In itself not incriminating. Lance holds Hunk’s hand all the time. He’s always got an arm around Pidge’s shoulder. Shiro is amused by Lance’s incessant attempts to have them skip about with their arms linked. Sometimes he offers his arm to Allura with the poshest expression he can muster, just to make her laugh. Not all of his attempts are entertained by his friends, of course, but there’s nothing novel about Lance attaching himself to people as they move about.

Keith reaching out, as they walk out of the bedroom they just shared, and linking their hands together easy as pie is, however, novel.

Everything is so bizarre. It’s worsened, really, after a night of decent sleep (in a real genuine mattress!), because it’s just not what Keith and Lance…do. They race each other to doorways, yanking on hoods or sticking out legs to trip and get ahead. They escalate from light shoving to full on wrestling in the middle of conversations. Keith is not exempt from Lance’s constant need to touch, sure, but it’s never — like this. Light, easy, comfortable, familiar.

(It was, briefly, at the end. When on their way to meetings and briefings and missions even Keith’s hand would rest on the small of Lance’s back. Absentmindedly. Unnoticeable. But a he left a week after it started, and as far as he’s concerned anything started in that era has long since been left behind them.)

They’re late — the rest of the team has already gathered. Pidge and Allura are half asleep on either of Shiro’s shoulders, and Coran and Hunk are arguing intensely but playfully about a pile of unrecognisable goo that Lance has learned to recognise as the space version of oatmeal. Hunk pokes it in disgust. Coran feigns outrage.

All five faces turn to them as they approach, and Lance can’t place a single one of their expressions. He is made suddenly aware that he has loosened his grip on Keith’s hand when he feels him squeeze three times, quickly in succession.

“…Huh,” Shiro says after a moment, eyes trained on their clasped fingers. His face is carefully blank. No one else offers any commentary.

“How’d y’all sleep,” Keith asks, pulling out a chair. Lance realizes after a beat that it’s meant for him, and he flushes up to his ears. He tugs his hood over his head and nearly upends the table in his haste to melt into the offered chair. Keith, in contrast, sits down next to him and rests an arm over the back of Lance’s chair so smoothly it has to be practiced.

Pidge makes a choking noise, cheeks puffed up like she barely managed to keep her mouth shut. Hunk has both hands clapped over his mouth.

“Shut the fuck up,” Lance hisses, face redder than his lion.

Keith’s fingers brush his shoulder. He sinks further into his chair and tugs his hood down lower.

“I slept exceptionally,” Allura says loudly. The look she cuts Lance’s way is straight-up evil, and Lance knows what’s coming, and for several agonizing seconds he considers grabbing the spoon from the goo bowl and stabbing it straight through his eye. “The beds were very comfortable, didn’t you find, Keith?”

You are so dead to me, Lance thinks at her. He even thinks i’m in Altean so the fury can reach her properly.

“Yeah.” Keith leans over to press a kiss to his cheek. Lance’s face gets exponentially redder, and the peanut gallery starts screeching quietly, but despite himself he — leans. Into it. And Keith notices, because his mouth curves into a smile, and he presses another kiss to the curve of Lance’s jaw before pulling away. “Slept right for the first time in two years.”

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you about that,” Shiro says, reminding Lance once again that he is, in fact, Lance’s hero, actually, last few months notwithstanding. He shoots Lance a fond, teasing smile, then turns back to Keith. “My question is: what the fuck?”

“Seconded,” Pidge agrees through a mouthful of goo.

Hunk grimaces at her. She shoves three more bites of goo into her mouth then opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue at the yellow paladin, just to be disgusting. With a scandalized “gross, Pidge!” Hunk shoves chair away and marches to the other side of the table, leaving Pidge sniggering.

Keith watches the whole thing with a smile on his face soaked in so much sadness Lance’s chest physically aches with it. He darts out a hand and wraps it around Keith’s, squeezing it in a mirror of the way he did before. Keith smiles gratefully at him, pulling up his hand and kissing the back of it. Somewhere, Lance hears someone mutter: “Christ alive.”

“There was a — shipwreck, of sorts,” Keith explains eventually. His voice is soft. “Krolia and I flew too close to something. Our intel was outdated. When we finally made it out of the wreckage we were stranded on the back of a space whale, and time was…stretchy.”

“That explains so very little,” Shiro says, shaking his head. He stabs his spoon in some goo. “Space has done little but piss me off in the last couple years, if I’m being honest. Keith, I swear to God I’m going to ground you.”

Keith grins. “Fat chance, old man. I outrank you now.”

“That’s what you think.”

Lance watches them both critically as they argue. Well, ‘argue’. They’re both grinning too hard for any real animosity. And exhaustion still lines Shiro’s features, and he still leans onto Allura for support, but there’s a brightness in his eyes that’s been missing for months. And Keith is —

Keith is here, leaping to his feet, spoon of goo bared dramatically, and he is tired too but he is warm and soft, somehow, and the weight that Lance has always watched on his shoulders seems to have lifted. There is an easiness to him now that there wasn’t before. And Lance notices and cannot stop noticing, because he is beautiful, and because for some reason he has decided to plant himself next to Lance, closer than before, and bleed his warmth. And Lance is supposed to be the lighthearted one and the joking one and the easy one. That is his role. That is what he knows how to play.

But he’s been struggling. And the role has not come easy. And last night he had cried until he slept in Keith’s arms and Keith had held him and checked the room and kissed his hair and has yet to let go of him.

Lance looks at Keith and thinks to himself: maybe just this one thing.

Keith reaches half over the table and musses his brother’s hair, pushing him back into Allura’s careful hold and sitting heavily back in his own seat. He frowns, staring at the space that has grown between his chair and Lance’s during his roughhousing. Slowly, he reaches over and grabs the bottom rung of Lance’s chair, dragging him over until the space between them has disappeared, then he nods once to himself, satisfied, and throws an arm around Lance’s shoulders, pulling him even closer.

And Lance thinks to himself: oh, God.

For a moment Lance is tense. He feels the stares of the rest of the team, teasing and interrogating all at once. He can already anticipate their questions, probably on par with his own.

Keith rests his cheek on top of Lance’s head.

“You good?”

Suddenly, none of that seems to matter. He thinks to himself: I need to sit him down and ask what the hell is going on.

Keith’s thumb starts to gently brush back and forth on the cusp of his shoulder.

He says: “I am now.”

This is how he lets it continue.

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this is how it ends

[peoplesprincessgeorge]

f1 + txt posts = true 2.0

[http-kogane]

modern kl looks ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

[kings-favorite-courtjester]

Of course my first post is Voltron related lol. I've been really motivated in the past two days and have been churning out art. I might digitize this soon but it really depends on how much school work I have :/ anyway enjoy my little brown eyed Lance ( @autisticlancemcclain this is for you ;] ) let me know if you want to see the rest of this spread and if you have any ideas of what else you want to see.

[kosmo-mckogane]

and this goes for all characters with canonically light eyes btw <3

[lil-shiro]

JAPANESE GP'24 - april 5, 2024 (Bryn Lennon/Getty)

[klaissance]

ok um i have done it i've created a thing

pls enjoy

[rorimoon9597]

Lance's eyes had been a mystery to everyone. And when he said everyone, he meant everyone who met him and knew him for long periods of time.

Sometimes they were blue, others they were brown. He had to use contacts. What other reason was there for the near constant changing of his eye colour?

It had caught Keith's attention easily. This random boy who had declared himself Keith's rival had blue eyes that were as bright as the ocean on some days and as deep and brown as the earth on others. When he talked to Adam about it, saying that it was confusing and that he wanted to know, the man just smiled into his cup.

The eye colour problem persisted in space, too. It drove Keith nuts.

Apparently it did the same to Allura.

"Why does Lance's eye colour change?" She asked one day after Lance had left the rec room to go find Coran.

"I've noticed it too. It's confusing," Shiro agreed.

"Infuriating, too," Keith added. Pidge and Hunk shared a look.

"I don't know man, but we could place bets on it and then when we get back to Earth, we'll ask his family and get an answer," Hunk suggested. Keith's eyes narrowed. Something was up.

"You know what? I have nothing to lose."

"Shiro!" Keith said.

"What?" His brother asked. Keith questioned how he became the leader of Voltron.

"You know what? Fine, I'll do the same," he conceded. If he did this right, then he'd finally find out.

Keith knew that Lance was from Cuba. Also, blue eyes were recessive, so even if he did have a family member with blue eyes, the fact that brown eyes were dominant over blue and that most people with dark skin had dark eyes...

"Keith, what's your bet?" Pidge asked him.

"Fifty dollars on his eyes being brown," he replied. Pidge smiled and noted it down.

"Noted. Now we just have to wait."

Keith could do that.

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Pt 2 Pt 3

[princelancey]

Live scenes of me seeing this picture

[rt3nenbaum]

love really changes you because what is this

[chuuyaandreaderkilldazai]

[deckoftrickcards]

“keith canonically has purple eyes” ok… well… not to me. absolutely not. i refuse. i put my hand up in ur face and huff and walk away dramatically. it’s just wrong to me. in MY HEAD his eyes are like a deep greyish blue, very solid in color. i just cant fw the purple.

[pitconfirm]

@/astonmartinf1: Our focus continues.

[crioh-freeze]

Why are both kinda scary

Blue eyes are scarier though so brown wins

[laziuli]

Some Lance sketches

[vee-is-a-clown]

You all get a gift on MY birthday. Ok?