It's Foolproof (Lance x Reader)

And So it Begins

(Art by meme-peen on tumblr)

It starts with a knock in the middle of the night, on the door of your room in the Altean ship.

The door slides open, despite your lack of permission for entrance.

"(Y/n)?" The owner of the voice peeks their head in. "Hey, you alive?"

"Debatable," you mumble while lifting your head up from your pillow.

Your best friend Lance is at your door, clad in his pajamas and blue lion slippers.

He amusedly smiles while edging into the room, letting the door slide shut behind him. He turns on the light as you groan.

"Get up, (Y/n), sleep is for dead people," he remarks jokingly.

"Then consider me a corpse," you respond, plopping your head back down.

He takes a seat next to you on your bed and pouts, despite you not looking at him.

"Come on, what's a guy gotta do to be able to talk to his best friend?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe not show up in my room at 1 a.m.?" You respond, finally sitting up.

"Where's the fun in that? The best conversations are late at night. That's why our sleepovers back home were always the bomb."

"You've got a point there," you agreed, thinking back on your former earth experiences together.

You definitely miss those days, living an insignificant life with almost zero responsibilities. And now here you were, helping defend the universe. You weren't a paladin of Voltron, but you were an indispensable part of the team as a mechanic and for helping Allura and Coran around the castle.

"So anyway—what's up, buttercup?" Lance asks, leaning back on the bed frame and scooting closer to you.

"Hm, well considering the fact that you came to me, I should be asking you that."

"Okay, okay, I guess we're gonna cut to the chase then, huh?" Lance nudges your elbow while giving a lop-sided smile.

"Please and thank you," you nod.

"Welp, here it goes." Lance held out a dramatic pause before speaking. "I know your secret."

"Whatever you think I did, I didn't do it."

"Pfft, you goof. I'm talking about Keith," Lance urged.

"Keith did something?"

"No! I'm not talking about anyone doing anything. I'm talking about your crush on Keith."

You blinked, unsure of how to deny his statement without giving anything away.

You tried a casual laugh. "Pfft, wild."

Lance rolled his eyes. "Dude, don't even try. You basically have heart eyes every time he's around. And don't deny it, I'm your best friend so I know these things."

You pouted and crossed your arms. "Okay, so what if I did have a crush on Keith? What's the big deal?"

"My best friend likes a guy, how is that not a big deal?"

You rolled your eyes. "It's just a crush."

"Aha! You admit it," Lance grinned, pointing a finger in your face.

You wince at your fatal mistake.

"I'm gonna help you with him," Lance states matter-of-factly.

"Really," You respond in a sarcastic tone, raising a brow, "And how's that?"

"We make you seem like the most adorable and fun person on this ship, besides me of course, that Keith can't help but notice you in that more-than-friends way. We're gonna make it look like you're irresistible and that anyone would be stupid to not want to be with you."

"Okay well how do we do that?" You ask.

"We make him jealous. And the only way to do that is for you to be fake dating me."

"Fake whatting you?"

"Yup. Just think of it as a little team bonding," he persuades.

"I think this goes a little farther than just some 'team bonding'."

Lance ignores your comment. "We have a deal?"

You stay silent, still unsure.

He outstretched his hand for you to shake and grinned.

"Come on," he coaxed,
"It's foolproof."