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The Galra didn’t stand a chance with five lions in the first place. Adding one to the mix surely erased all of their chances entirely.
Lance cheers loudly as Voltron shoots one last laser towards the remaining Galra fleet, the rest of the team following him. Lance leans back on his seat as he watches the retreating Galra wormholing their way out.
The team re-groups on the Castle at the bridge for a small debrief. Lance is the last to arrive, helmet already out of his head before he’s tackled by two bodies slamming against his.
“Buddy, that was incredible! I didn’t know White could merge with Voltron like that, I mean? An armor? We are basically impenetrable!” Hunk shouts, shaking Lance by the shoulders, an excited smile on his smile.
“Not only that! White’s quintensese is such a level up for Voltron’s, giving every single weapon a higher rate of damage. Imagine what we can do with all of our bayards together!” Pidge adds happily, climbing over Lance’s back and dropping her chin on top of his head as she wraps her arms around his neck.
“It really was...an incredible performance, yes,” Allura giggles softly, gaze fond as she stares at Lance from the control panel. “That was amazing, Lance.”
“An event that will go on with the universe beyond our lifetimes, for sure,” Coran says proudly behind the group, eyes shining with unshed tears as he not-subtly wipes his nose. “I’m okay, I got some of the mice’s hair on my nose...and eyes.”
“You have come a long way, Lance,” Shiro says then, stepping in to squeeze the brunet’s shoulder with a happy grin. “I’m proud of you; all of us are.”
Lance’s eyes widen and his throat suddenly feels dry at the words. He chuckles wetly, waving away the sudden concern of his team.
“I’m - Thank you, guys,” Lance says softly, caressing Pidge’s arm before she lets go and gives him enough space to turn to the side, eyes meeting Keith’s fond ones not even a feet away.
“That’s my sharpshooter,” Keith whispers tenderly as he steps forwards and cups Lance’s cheeks gently, caressing the skin with his thumb.
“Indeed I am,” Lance whispers back as he leans down and meets Keith’s lips half way. He laughs into the kiss as the rest of the team steps back and playfully teases them with mocking sounds of throwing up and elementary songs.
Lance’s okay with all of that, if it meant having Keith’s lips against his own.