Alternative Klance- Part 1

Alternative Klance- Part 1

Hello! This is a Klance fan fic thing from this au concept- http://caseydambro.tumblr.com/post/167469469335/au-where-team-voltron-meets-alternate-team-voltron I got permission so write it so yEAH HERE YA GO

The tapping of feet could be heard, humming as if it was an alternative rock song. Though, it was horribly off and way out of tune, a big grin on the source of the sound. Lance was humming loudly in the lounging room along with Keith and Pidge, whom had their neon green headphones on as she typed on her laptop. The pale teenaged boy was visibly irritated, a headache forming as one of his favorite songs were being hummed by the one and only Lance. A growled emmited from him, and Lance chucked. “Aww, is Keith liking my humming? Shall I sing?” He cooed, then stood up before the other could respond. A series of lyrics rolled off the Cuban boy’s lips as he danced, purposely performing a disaster routine. Right before Keith was about to snap, Shiro walked in and a suspicious look grew onto his face. “Lance, why are you dancing? And infront of Keith?” The mullet head crossed his arms firmly, “and what’s that supposed to mean?” The other smirked and simply replied. “Nothing. Anyways, I came in here to tell you that Allura wants us all in the main room.”

By the time the whole team, along with the Blade of Mamora, gathered round- Lance and Keith were already bickering about music tastes. Then the familiar dark skinned altean cleared her throat, indicating for them all to listen up. “Hello everyone, I asked for you to all meet here because we have been asked to meet Elprup- the ruler of the planet Nonnac. He offers to give us food if we speak to him about joining the coalition, which we need to stalk up on. So I ask of Shiro and Kolivan to accompany me.” Allura looked at the two, and they both nodded their heads in agreement. “Perfect! Their civilization is very friendly, so the rest of you can check everything out- though there is a very violent group among them.” Lance cheered, ignoring the warning about the danger. They all started to head out, and they all looked around while exploring the town, many purple structures around them. Keith ended up settling down at a small carnival- or at least that’s what humans would consider it. He was tossing rings onto odd bottle-like targets. The boy was struggling but his stubborness got to him as he tried again and again. Eventually Lance saw the other, and watched him for a bit. Already after three throws, he came over to give Keith tips. The two resulted into a competition once he got the hang of it.

Neck and neck, both of the two teens were one point away from winning. Keith tossed his, but then fumbled from sudden contact. Warm arms wrapped around him from behind, and he could see his paladin armor as he blushed. “Lance..?” Keith turned around slowly to face Lance in tears with a faded scar across his face. His hair was unusually messy, along with chapped lips. The Cuban male suddenly swooped in and locked their lips together, and Keith could feel all the blood in his body rise up to his cheeks. Meanwhile, the ‘neat’ Lance had a shocked expression, trying to process this as the other glanced at him worryingly. As soon as they pulled away, the worned down Cuban spoke. “I thought you were dead, oh my god! I’m so happy you’re alive, I knew you wouldn’t go down to the galra.”

Mullet boy gawked, his jaw wide open as he glanced between the two red paladins. “Am I.. Imagining things? Am I the only one who seems this?” The relieved one turned his attention to his counterpart with wide eyes. He immediately jumped up, pointing at the other. “WHAT THE QUIZNAK?!” The ‘original’ Cuban stammered while speaking, though he was energized like the other. “WHO ARE YOU?! WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE ME?” “SAME GOES FOR YOU!” The other replied. The two Lances were making quite a scene, and Keith pulled them both by the wrist and into an alley way.

“Okay, so I came here with this Lance, how did you get here? And why did you think I was dead?” The pale boy asked. The new blue started to explain. “Okay, so I kind of ran away from team Voltron to find you… You disappeared right after we defeated Zarkon, you left your lion without any trace. Keith, you’ve been gone for almost five months now! And I finally found you- I’ve been searching for you for so long- going planet to planet.. I even went through this weird wormhole to find you! And I did it- I have to tell the others.” “Woah woah woah, what’s this thing about the wormhole?” His counterpart asked.

“Oh.. That? Well I saw it open and I supposed Allura maybe left it open from the other side, but it wasn’t a circle, more like a tear.” The two rivals looked at eachother for a moment, seeming as if they were trying to ask the other what he may be talking about. The pale teen shrugged and turned his attention back to the warn down boy. “Well uh, what can we call you?” The other thought for a moment and smirked. “The tailor, cause I thread the needle~”

Keith face palmed with a sigh as the Lance he arrived with high fived the other. “But seriously, call me…. Lane! It kind of sounds like Lance, right?” The other two agreed with shrugs. “Let’s just… We need to tell the others, come on you two.” Keith started and headed towards the castle ship, hoping to meet Coran inside.