#but when i was trying to draw it i didn’t like it SO. SORRU.

[deklo]

TKM jean!

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[beahina]

So I've been to different blogs spreading the word of the Good Lord but a Drabble for Vitiligo!Lance?? I'm just very passionate about this AU and all the langst and hurt/comfort scenarios it could make

AUUG YES IVE SEEN THESE I LOVEE ok but like iM SORRY IT”S SO BAD i’ll probably rewrite it later ok oK SORRU

Lance took ages in his bathroom. Thankfully, the five paladins didn't have to share a bathroom so he could do his nightly and morning rituals in peace without the fear of being barged in on (he suffered the nerve wracking thought of that happening at garrison but luckily it never did). So Lance would spend his hour in the bathroom (sometimes more if they were going to swim, it took longer to cover his whole body in concealer and use the setting spray) fixing his appearance for the day.

When he was younger his mamá had said the light patches of skin that littered his body were like maps of a different world. The two had spent all evening outlining the splotches with black marker and marking where forests and mountains would be over Lance’s arms. Everytime he’d come home crying that a kid had teased him, his mother would help him draw the maps over his shoulders.

When his mamá died the year before high school, he had no one to comfort him when the teasing became bullying. His papá worked late trying to support seven kids, Lance being the third oldest, his two older siblings working extra hours to help their father. The younger kids had to help with chores. That's when Lance tried out using makeup to cover the spots on his skin, and it worked fairly well, but he could no longer wear shorts and tank tops if he didn't want to be late for school (covering all of his body was time consuming), so he only covered his face and hands, hiding the pale spots under clothes. The bullying vanished when he went to garrison. No one knew of his Vitiligo.

When he was whisked away with the other paladins of Voltron, he didn't get to say goodbye to his family, or even grab his makeup, besides the small container he always kept on him in case some of the makeup rubbed off. And now, he was getting anxious because he had to now ration how much concealer he used a day. He spent as little time as he could outside of his room, and when he did he wore scarves or turtlenecks to save from using the concealer on his neck.

It was nighttime, and Lance had fallen asleep in his bed, not more than fifteen minutes had passed before an alarm went off. He jumped up and ran to his bathroom to quickly slather on the makeup, but no more than two minutes later was a heavy knock on his door.

“Uh, Lance?” Keith knocked on his door, sounding a bit annoyed. “The team is waiting for you, we gotta get in our lions!”

Lance scowled in the mirror, barely any of his light spots were covered.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll be there in a second.” He said quickly, rubbing the makeup on.

“Lance whatever you’re doing is not important, all we need you to do is to help us hold off some of Zarkon’s ships while Allura opens a wormhole, you can jack off later or whatever you’re doing.” Keith knocked on his door again. “Lance I’m coming in,” he warned.

The blue eyed boy freaked and threw a towel over his head, hopefully covering the uncovered spots. Keith didn’t question the towel, but rather signed in exasperation and dragged his teammate along with him.

“Lance, you okay?” Shiro’s voice came through Lance’s helmet, he grumbled a curse word before replying.

“Uh yeah, I think so.” One of the ships had tossed blue around wildly, Lance flying out of his seat and hitting the walls of his lion, after getting sliced by a scrap of metal in a box (used for repairs when their lions crashed, which was pretty often). Lance held his stomach and crawled back onto his seat.

“Okay, retreat back to the castle, we’re gonna make the jump.”

“Uh, Lance, you’re bleeding.” Pidge pointed out, as they all collapsed on the floor after safely escaping the Galra. Lance looked down, at his forgotten minor wound.

“Oh, when my lion was knocked aside I flew out of my seat and some metal in the scraps box cut me. It’s nothing big, don’t worry.” Lance anxiously said. “I can go use a pod, it’ll only take an hour or so.” He didn’t want to go in the pod shirtless (his skin would be blatantly obvious), or at least without the concealer.

“Let me see it,” Shiro said, motioning for Lance to take off his armour.

“I’m fine,” Lance insisted. Keith raised an eyebrow. Maybe they thought he was hiding a worse wound? Shiro gave Disapproving Dad look to the brown haired boy.

“If it’s not that bad Lance, would you mind showing us?” Hunk asked, siding with Shiro and Keith. Lance groaned.

“I really am fi-” Lance was caught by surprise as his armour lifted, now just in a black shirt. “Hey!” He glared at Hunk.

“Thought you were on my side,” Hunk shook his head. “Show us dude, we’re all concerned.” Lance knew they wouldn’t let him leave the room until he took his shirt off, and his wound was stinging a little. Lance cringed and put his arms up.

“Fine, whatever.” He sighed, trying to push down the wave of anxiety that threatened to pull him under. Would they still like him? It was weird right? Shiro pulled off his shirt, everyone looking at how pale and dark his body was at the same time.

“Whoaa, Lance that’s pretty cool!” Pidge said, walking around and looking at the spots. “They’re like paint,” She pointed out.

“Or Maps,” Keith agreed. Lance sighed in relief.

“Why’d you hide this from us Lance? We’d love you either way, you’re our teammate so it wouldn’t matter what your skin is like.” Shiro said.

“Well when I was younger I was teased about it a lot, and even by my friends so I was always self conscious about that, but my mamá would help me outline the spots like a map, but when she died I had no one to comfort me anymore so I started using makeup to hide it.” Lance confessed.

“Well, they’re pretty cool man! It’s the color of like, cookie dough.” Hunk drooled over the mention of food he had said, everyone laughing.

“Well let’s get you healed first, and then we could draw those maps?” Lance grinned. (They later had painted Lance’s nails and mapped his arms, and ended up doing fingerpainting on the walls of an unused hallway of the castle before being halfheartedly scolded by Allura, who also ended up joining on the painting.)