Blue Boy Blues: Lance's Identity Crisis

may be completely out of character but whatever, This is my first actually finished fic AND a voltron fic-  Could you consider this a oneshot??? first time drawing lance for the cover as well- ;-;

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: ✧*̥˚"It's not what's in your blood, it's who you are that counts." - Allura *̥˚✧

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 ✧*̥˚ Blue Boy Blues: Lance's Identity Crisis *̥˚✧

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Lance Mcclain, Pilot of the blue lion, Paladin of Voltron, couldn't believe what he was seeing. He stood frozen in front of the mirror, staring at the two blue markings on his cheekbones. They were unmistakably Altean markings. Lance tried to convince himself that it was just a coincidence, that the markings meant nothing. But deep down, he knew that he was lying to himself.

His mind raced with questions, "How could he be part Altean? Was it possible that he was adopted and nobody ever told him? Did his family know? What would the others think if they found out?" The more he thought about it, the more nervous and anxious he became.

Lance quickly attempted to wipe away the markings with his sleeve, they stayed put, not disappearing even when he rubbed his skin raw. Maybe he had some makeup or something, and he could  forget about it! But the nagging feeling in the back of his mind wouldn't go away. He knew he couldn't ignore it forever. Deep down, he knew he had to find out the truth, no matter how hard it may be to face.

His palms felt clammy as he dug through random things he had brought with him, muttering to himself as he searched. His eyes lit up when he saw the one thing he had been looking for. He quickly opened it with shaking hands. 

Sitting nervously in front of his mirror, his hands shook as he carefully applied makeup to his face. He couldn't believe the two blue markings on his cheekbones. Every time he looked in the mirror, he was reminded of this heritage, a heritage he knew nothing about. He had tried to ignore it, but he couldn't bear the thought of anyone finding out. It was too dangerous.

As he applied the makeup, he felt clammy and nervous. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his mind raced with thoughts of what could happen if anyone found out. 'What would the other Paladins think of him? Would they still accept him as one of their own? Allura and Coran were Altean, surely they wouldn't kick them off .'

'Was he even human at all? Was everything he has ever known a big whole shi-' He jumped at the sound of knocking on his door and a voice calling from the other side, "#3? Are you alright in there, the other paladins are waiting for you!" It was Coran.

Lance swallowed his doubts, subconsciously nodding before calling out an answer, "Er- Yup! Be out in a second!" Lance quickly finished putting the makeup on, shutting it and rushing to put the cold armour on with sweaty hands.

He rushed out the door as he speedily adjusted his wrist gauntlets. After a few doboshes Lance had entered the training deck, completely out of breath. "I-" inhale "Made it," Lance said, completely out of breath as he bent down, taking deep breaths. 

Allura watched as Lance moved to stand beside his fellow paladins. She squinted her eyes at him, observing him for a few ticks before continuing to speak. "All right, paladins, let's get started," Allura said, clapping her hands together. "Today's training exercise will focus on close-combat fighting. We'll be practicing hand-to-hand combat techniques and sword fighting."