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Just a boy from Cuba.
Unknown power
Lance was always different he was always more on the peaceful side rather than immediately resorting to violence and he always was good at language and pretty much could easily learn anyone he felt like he wanted to learn. He held himself well and proudly feeling, strong confident and more powerful then what an average human felt about one's self. Born strong... scratch that extremely strong. Well in accordance with how he never really worked out and was more muscular when compared to those around him. Blessed with the knowledge of reading others' body language and how those around him work. A quick thinker in stressful and intense moments.
He may have not been good at school due to his short attention span or anything but he still didn’t do horrible.
Yet since he joined Voltron it just became out of wack. He didn’t feel as confident or as smart or as if he was worth anything. He still had those traits he just no longer found himself different from everyone else. He felt like he was worth so much less and just not of use when it came to it.
Deciding to take a rest they noticed as an unidentifiable ship landed they all looked horrified when Sendak walked out and had around 30 Alteans behind him, a sight no one could’ve ever imagined seeing.
Lance felt something in his chest change it was an uncontrollable rage he never knew he could possess. It felt like acid reflux but throughout his entire being. Without warning, he was right before Sendak with his Bayard summoned and aimed at his throat. Sendak had a wide smirk.
“A worthy opponent. Let's fight.”
Lance flew back to dodge Sendak's arm and summoned his gun and Blasted Sendak's arm causing it to spark, shocking Lance who grunted used to the feeling by now taking a hard run at Sendak. Sendak flashed out his other arm ad it slammed into Lance’s helmet breaking it. Lance had to blink a bit to refocus on what was happening and felt blood drip down his nose and he smirked wiping it off with his hand.
“Alright, fucker no more nice guy.”
Sendak was taken back for a second wondering what the fuck that meant and Lance took Sendak being off guard as a blessing pulling out his sword and Sendak had one of his own and he was pressing against Lance’s smirking.
“You think you can defeat me? You are nothing more than a weak, useless Paladin.”
Lance growled and felt his anger volt through his body, feeling himself growing stronger, a powerful energy coarse through his body.
“Oh, Sendak.”
Sendak smirked pressing forward, towards Lance, “Yes?”
“I’m not a Paladin, I’m so much more...”
Sendak was taken aback for a second and roared charging at the Blue Paladin.
Lance’s eyes turned bright blue as his aura shined bright purple from red and blue since he was both their Paladins.
Lance took a deep and sharp break growing more and more angry with every breath he took.
Lance screamed as he felt himself transform he slammed his foot into Sendak's only hand knocking the sword lightyears away. He then slammed his foot into Sendak’s chest causing him to fly back and Lance screamed as he bolted at Sendak the team just watching this all godown. Sendak’s arm flew back as he shot it at Lance who caught his arm and slammed it along with Sendak to the ground like Allura did with Lotor.
He suddenly saw an orb of blue appear in his hand and Lance smiled, “This won’t hurt one bit.”
Lance drew back his arm and slammed it into Sendak creating a huge explosion causing everyone to fly back. Lance screaming in anger morphing it into something unidentifiable.
The team screamed as they ran to the scene the smoke hasn’t cleared out yet and they all got a giant flash of Lance’s past, after being consumed by a wave of light.
Lance was laying in his bed looking up at the glow stars, “What does she mean I’m different?”
They snapped out of it and found Lance on his hands and knees and they froze when they saw his appearance. His hair was bright white he had nice pointed ears and blue marking covering his body.
His freckles no longer brown rather replaced with white, almost glowing dots.
Hunk pointed to Lance’s altered appearance, “Lance your hair!”
Keith nodded grabbing Lance’s hand pulling back the armor showing Lance his freckles were white.
Lance stood up looking at him then turning to the team in shock as he felt the scales beneath his eyes once pulling up a mirror, “I’m-“
Allura breathes our shallowly her expressions soft and tears filled her eyes to the brim, “Altean.”
Quiet? Langst.
The team was resting and made camp. At one point they all stopped and looked at Lance who was standing looking out at the horizon and looked down at his hands. He felt broken.
He no longer knew who he was, he knew they were going back to Earth, but would he even be the Lance his family knew and loved?
It was like the water was calling to me, past the cliff I was standing upon into the vast seas, seemingly clear but endless.
Where is this going?
Don’t leave me alone.
How do I do this all alone?
Activating my jet pack I took a step back swinging my arms as I flung myself off the cliff to soften the fall.
I need to know.
I need to go.
Into the great wide somewhere.
Allura got up screaming as she jumped after him.
Pidge after Allura.
Keith after Pidge.
Followed by Hunk.
When they reached the water and the bubbles cleared out there was a beautiful village filled with merpeople.
Hunk took a moment and looked on the map and froze, “This is the planet me and Lance were on when we were shot out of the wormhole.”
Allura’s tone worried instantly observing her surroundings, “Is this place bad?”
Hunk smiled slightly excited, ”No this was definitely my favorite place I’ve been at in space so far.”
The mermaids swam up smiling happily at Hunk hugging him and thanking him for his heroic acts the last time he was there
Hunk then asked where Lance was and the one mermaid bit her lip, “He’s with the queen and Plaxum.”
Hunk paused as her expression seemed to imply something was wrong, “Do you know why?”
The girl frowned shaking her he’d but nevertheless seemed worried,” No but Lance’s expression was beyond scary as we never thought a person as happy as him could feel so low.”
Keith stepped in needed to see him okay, “Take us to them.”
They were lead through the castle and all walked up to a room the entrance consisting of giant doors. The mermaid tapped on them and the doors opened up to find Plaxum hugging Lance tightly and protectively as he hugged her back and the queen was hovering around speaking to him with a face of sorrow.
“I could tell you were near and not feeling yourself so I drove you to me.”
She gasped looking over, “Welcome back Hunk we’ve missed you! And hello other paladins of Voltron.”
Allura walked up and extended out a hand, “I am princess Allura of Altea, the honors all mine.”
Luxia looked Allura up and down nodding, “Nice to meet you too I am Queen Luxia Of Otorica.”
Allura nodded quickly letting her hand fall to her side slightly embarrassed as Plaxum and Lance went to the back corner of the room where she held his face and smiled sadly at it and the others expected him to kiss her but she knew better than to kiss him and she loved him so much just it became for family like especially after being denied.
A guard stormed in, “The Baku is back-“
Lance snapped his head over his eyes puffy and red but his face gone frozen, “What do you mean?”
The guard huffed, “There is a small creature that is exactly like the one you and Hunk defeated long ago.”
Lance turned to Plaxum, “Shall we?”
Luxia extended a hand out holding an object. Lance looked at her and held his own hand out as she placed the object in his hand. It was his jelly fish hat and he put it on and Plaxum did the same with hers and the two flew out. The entire room had windows around so the Paladins could see it.
Lance blasted off to find a not as big but still very large Baku as it came right at him. People came over and started to attack. Plaxum grabbed Lance close to her and he held her, protecting her as she handed him bombs and he chucked them at people dodging all attacks inflicted torwards him and the Baku constantly was a pain in the ass.
Lance bit his lip begging for Blue, “Common Blue... I need you for this. Please girl.”
The Baku slammed into Lance who used his jet pack to recover and blasted off to The Baku and gasped for air when exposed as when the Baku rammed into him his helmet flew off. The blue lion roared and Plaxum was in the lions mouth like last time he grabbed the Baku and slammed it into a rock wall. Blue used it’s claws to climb up the wall as the Baku swam after him. His lion pressed off the wall doing an impressive flip and blasted the worm causing its blue guts to fly everywhere and all the sudden it sparked and electrocuted Blue. Lance let out a bone chilling scream.
Floating lifelessly Lance gasped for hair as blue grumbled, the calling of Plaxum waking him up. Groaning as his eyes slowly adapted to the light. He heard his team approaching.
Rushing to Lance who immiedietly gained composure grabbing onto the seat turning on gravity listened to thumping.
Chucking knowing they all fell they still ran in swarming his asking if was okay touching him and their gaze hovering over him.
Lance didn’t respond swatting at them and he couldn’t bring himself to feel any emotion.
Upon everyone leaving along with Lance, Allura pointed to Lance and turned to Plaxum begging for answers, “What is wrong with Lance?”
Plaxum crosses her arms, “You are your ‘team’ broke him, you stripped him clean of himself because none of you liked the real him and when he tried to change you then just ignored him is what I’m talking about.”
Allura and the team who had over heard looked to Lance making his way back to the castle with horrified expressions gasped.
In a small voice Keith was slapping his forehead feeling like an idiot, “Oh god, what have we done!”
I don’t care
Klance (minor Klangst in beginning)
Keith came back to Voltron as this was important for his BOM mission. Lance didn’t bother to arrive as Keith leaving hurt him a lot. Hiding off in training room slashing and screaming, as usual, just to let out all the pain Keith inflicted on him intentionally or not.
“I wish we never had the bonding moment! I wish I never met you at the Garrison! I wish I never followed Pidge onto the roof! I wish you never left! I wish I never loved you-“
Lance heard Coran walk in with a worried face and turned off the simulation, “My boy are you okay?”
Lance shook his head dismissing Coran, “Yes, I’m fine.”
Coran frowned knowing Lance enough to tell easily it was a lie, “No I can sense you are distressed. Maybe along with the fact you didn’t attend Keith’s return.”
Lance bit his lip his gaze immediately falling to some random spot on the wall, “It doesn’t matter-“
Coran hugged him his embrace soft and careful yet solid, “I heard it all Lance you don’t need to lie... I understand you loved him and he left which hurt you deeply — it’s okay you can tell me that my boy.”
Lance wrapping his hands around Coran reciprocating the embrace before he proceeded to continue training allowing Coran to sit and watch. The two held a nice conversation and Lance felt... somewhat better.
Coran sighed alerting Lance before he forgot, “You have a mission in one of your earth hours.”
Lance sighed sitting down wondering why Coran felt the need to tell him right then, “Okay...?”
Coran looked at Lance a flash of concern and remorse, “And it’s with Keith.”
~with Keith~
He was sitting in the kitchen with Hunk obviously distressed about Lance not showing up to his return.
Hunk spoke plainly telling Keith this as if it were as plain as day, “I hope you know he’s pretty pissed at you and hurt.”
Keith slammed his hands on the table frustrated not seeming to understand, “Why I didn’t even do anything!”
Pidge scoffed looking up from her laptop for the first time since entering, “Man what a dickish thing to say. Keith common you just left like that. No formal goodbye and dropped us all! May I say, mainly Lance like trash and it doesn’t help that Shiro’s been a dick to him too.”
Keith sighed resting his head on the table guilt starting to build up, “How do I make this up?”
Hunk chuckled waving Keith off as it wasn’t his job of course as it wasn’t, “Lance can hold a grudge like a god, good luck.”
Pidge fixed her glasses her gaze once again immediately trained into whatever codes she was typing into her laptop, “Well, I guess you could start with the mission you two have in a couple minutes.”
Keith sighed resting his head on the table. I mean hey, Pidge is right it’s worth a shot.
~The mission~
Coran and Lance walked out of the training room and Lance dismissed his Bayard before Keith could see it. Coran patted his back before Lance approached Keith.
“Let’s go.”
He only spoke those two words and they made their way into the red lion and silence overtook the empty lion. Lance didn’t budge but he did feel the burning in his chest of hurt as Keith was close. He sighed attempting to swallow the lump in his throat.
Lance pulled up the mission and looked at his goal speaking to himself, “Okay save a local planet... Allura, I wish you were more descriptive. Yet this mission not even close in difficulty as some missions I’ve done.”
Lance shut off the hologram and threw on locking his helmet expecting this was going to be easy and even if it wasn’t he manages fairly well.
Keith spoke messing with his hands, “Lance?”
Lance didn’t even budge something about Keith having a lack of composure was foreign and made Lance twitch, “Yes?”
Keith bit his lip before speaking words he would normally refuse to say, “I’m sorry?”
Lance scoffed immediately licking eyes with Keith amused, “Was that a question idiot?”
Keith frowned hurt snapping back, “Wow... okay sorry!”
Lance landed and took off his helmet snapping his head to Keith and spat out, “You're sure as hell not forgiven.”
Keith was shocked and watched as Lance walked out as bullets and weapons were flying everywhere.
Lance summoned his Bayard and knew the guys in purple were enemies and with that, his Bayard sprung to life.
Keith stuck in his tracks paused upon seeing the sword Lance wheedled. Lance started taking down any enemy on sight with no hesitation.
Lance muttered curses under his breath exactly like the ones he said in the training room and stopped slicing them in half and decided to punch them.
“This is for being a bitch!”
“This for just being here!”
Lance glared and Drew back his arm, “And this for making me love you!”
Lance slammed his fist into the alien's face killing them from hard impact.
Keith smiled at Lance taken aback by the growth he’s seen in him, “Lance that was amazing.”
Lance rolled his eyes not caring for how hard it seemed Keith was trying, “Yeah we’re in a fucking war so get your head out of your ass it’s not a hat.”
Keith was shocked and enraged with how rude Lance was being and had enough of it, “Oh fuck off!”
Lance shoved Keith away slapping a Keith with reality, “Says the one who keeps talking to me when I don’t want you to!”
Keith growled flailing his arms, “Well I’m sorry I’m trying to reconnect with a friend!”
Lance laughed hard,” Friend. Friend? If you were a friend you wouldn’t have dropped me without a second thought! But guess what... That’s exactly what you did!”
Keith froze with no counter to that, “I had no idea you felt that way...”
Lance was already walking away waving Keith off, “Well then I guess you aren’t as smart as I thought Kogane.”
Keith narrowed his eyes only letting anger do the talking, “Listen to yourself you’re in a war! We don’t have time for relationships!”
Lance gasped his walking stopped and a giant wave of guilt smacked Keith, “So a war means you leave Voltron which could have gotten us all killed for a rebel group that’s been running and surviving for maybe I don’t know 10 fucking thousand years?!?”
Keith paused as he couldn’t fight with that statement as it was true, “Uhm...”
Lance pushed Keith back pissed, “Yeah you were only thinking of yourself fucking jerk!”
Keith grabbed Lance’s hands, “Lance calm down.”
Lance ripped his hands from Keith’s grasp, “I won’t calm down till you leave me again cause I wouldn’t expect anything else.”
Keith not knowing what else so grabbed Lance’s face and hardly kissed him. Lance tried to fight back but Keith wrapped his arms around Lance and didn’t budge. Lance tried his hardest and broke down kissing back tears falling all the anger was gone now only hurt.
Keith realized what he did to Voltron was what his mom did to him.
Keith pulled back from the kiss pulling Lance into a tight hug, “I left you once I’m never leaving you again.”
Lance sobbed pulling Keith close, “You’re such an asshole!”
Keith nodded, “I know I am — and I don’t expect everything to be normal right away... but I’m really never leaving again.”
Lance looked up at him a serious expression displayed on his face, “Promise?”
Keith nodded hand still cupping Lance’s face he rubbed his thumb on a nice soft cheek, “ I Promise.”
Lance this time initiated the kiss and when he felt Keith deeply kiss back he knew that Keith was going to do his best to keep that Promise.
Till the day he dies.
Hospital bed
Lance was in school writing with his fellow 5 friends the teacher calls him up and tells him his little brother Marco is in the hospital, and Marco was most likely dying.
Lance screamed as he ran out of the room slamming it so hard the door broke with a large crack noise.
He never felt himself move faster as he got into his car and sped off as fast as possible.
He reached there messily parking and ran into the building not waiting and ran up to the woman at the desk.
“Marco McClain, where is he?”
“What business do you have with Marco?”
Lance screamed, “He’s my dying brother shithead!”
She pointed to the right door shocked but was used to panicked family members screaming, “Room 24a.”
Lance slammed through the door sprinting and reached the room and told everyone in there to get the hell out.
Lance the whole way there thought about everything his brother wouldn’t experience and he sobbed pulling his brother close who smiled softly and clung to Lance. There had been a chance that Marco could die, no one knew at that point what caused him to be in so much pain.
Lance hummed a soft melody to Marco and pulled him close curling around him there was conversation outside the door more than usual and the door clicked open.
Lance had tears falling down as his brother gripped him breathing the best he could. It sounded like the most horrid thing Lance has ever heard.
Lance smiled saying random things to Marco talking about their history and the good times.
Lance’s friends and his parents stood there tears falling watching as Marco curled up to Lance for comfort and struggled to move away from anyone else.
Lance said sweet nothings to him and felt Marco’s grip loosen as he fell asleep. Marco still breathed harshly and Lance figured out Marco had Cystic Fibrosis. He rubbed Marco’s throat with slow calming motions that made Marco softly smile.
The others left and Lance laid there.
~weeks later~
Marco survived his attack and was home he was on a bunch of medication as when injected the other night the prescription worked. Lance has been taking care of him and leading him around the school and Lance introduced Marco to his friends.
They treated Marco as if he was with them since day one and Marco couldn’t be without Lance for half an hour without having a panic attack.
They were inseparable and no one would want it any other way.
Random Klance Oneshot
But I love you
Keith and Lance were talking after Keith glared when Lance kissed her hand. She laughed along with Lance. Keith wasn’t sure if to think they were in love or just having a friendly conversation and Keith wanted answers.
Lance looked concerned, “Keith? Something up?”
Keith shook his head, “No I was just wondering if you and Allura were together?”
Lance waved his hands shaking his head, “No! Wow no! She rejected me to remember... wait do you love her?”
Keith paused for a moment, “Yeah, I do.”
Lance looked at Keith hiding the hurt, “Oh, well If you love her then why haven’t you confessed?”
Keith looked away from his gaze more directed to the ground, “I thought... she may reject me?”
Lance gave a sad smile and resting a hand on Keith’s shoulder, “Well when she rejected me... said she loved you so! You’re all hers!”
Keith nodded, “Thanks for telling me... but I’m sorry.”
Lance paused in front of the door and was about to walk out, “Sorry?”
Keith nodded even though he knew Lance can’t see him. Lance never faced Keith as he didn’t want to see the tears so he stayed there ready to leave.
Keith sighed, “I lied. I don’t like Allura.”
Lance took a moment to swallow the lump in his throat, “Oh you like Pidge?”
Keith grumbled, “I don’t... like girls.”
Lance stood in the doorway still not facing Keith, “Oh so you like Matt or Shiro! That’s good Uhm yeah I’m going to go!”
Keith was going to call for Lance but he bolted away tears flying behind him, he couldn’t stand to hear the person Keith liked, Allura was already too much but a person in the group.
Keith was already after Lance who was sprinting to his room which was the farthest from Keith’s. Soon enough Keith was catching up to Lance.
“Lance slow down!”
Lance didn’t respond but stopped running.
Keith caught up and reached out a hand, “You never let me finish.”
Lance turned around, “Don’t worry Keith, I get it and I support you but trust me Allura may be upset with you and that person.”
Keith’s face softened, “Lance.”
Lance started to ramble about random things and Keith sighed, “Lance!”
Lance sighed defeated looking at Keith ashamed of himself. Keith chuckled at that and cupped Lance’s face. His eyes grew wide Keith chuckled and kissed Lance deeply. Lance felt his eyes close and pull Keith closer desperate that if it was only at that moment, he got Keith’s affection.
About a minute later they broke the kiss looking at each other breathless.
Keith spoke, “I like you.”
Lance smiled at that, “I really like you.”
Keith pulled Lance for another kiss and Lance kissed him quickly and looked at him, “I don’t want to deal with the wrath of Allura let’s go to my room.”
Keith nodded scooping Lance and held his upper thighs to support Lance and he wrapped his arms around the back of Keith’s neck, he went into Lance’s room and the door shut and Keith dropped Lance onto the bed and went right to kissing him again. As if this was the last night of their lives, they focused on the other's lips and taste and their hair and they never went further but did take off their shirts obsessing over the skin and Keith left slow soft kisses on Lance’s back scar from the crystal explodes. Lance messed with Keith’s shoulder scar from the BOM and Keith slightly squirmed and they found each other's spots and found pleasure in their moans. Lips. Skin. Body.
They fell onto their backs cuddling not worrying about what tomorrow will have in store.
Lance’s mind was racing over everything letting it all wash over him in waves
his doubts, Keith, Allura, the teams, Voltron’s next move, his family, everything, you name it.
Keith noticed and kissed his forehead and before Lance fell to sleep Keith whispered softly, “Don’t worry everything will be okay.”
Langst - a locked door
Just some langst one shot
Lance had been going without his antidepressants as he left them on earth.
Each day was worse than the last but of course
He’d never admit to such a thing
His mind was his enemy, no one did but if you looked close enough you’d see his eyes dull the smallest but every single day. His smiles became fake but they slowly faded along with his jokes and trying to flirt with people. They never picked up on his laughs as they were only there cause if he didn’t they would be loud unbearable sobs.
I mean hey the one time he cried it was a joke.
Yeah, a joke.
Lance would always say that to himself that he was a joke and people better than him were the easiest thing to find. He wasn’t important... he was irrelevant... invalid... unnecessary.
They had a team bonding exercises and it was no longer Pidge who had troubles opening up rather Lance.
The group shouted at him as he blurred it out he was very good at that. Just as Pidge did slammed it on the ground but ran off for the rest of the day.
No one followed
no one cared to ask
Nothing
Lance was fine with that he wasn’t surprised that no one cared maybe he should make it easy and kill himself. Take his Bayard and shot and/or stab himself or let a bot kill him.
Lance frowned thinking no in my room I don’t want to have the change someone finds me and puts me in a healing pod... they’d think it would be a waste of time...
Little did Lance know he was the support of the group to hold them up for support.
Also the defense, he protected them as much as he could from the outside world.
He agreed with the gods that yes this was a hell that managed to pick him. Him to be the one who suffers from anxiety, depression, and some things he can even begin to explain. He shuddered at the idea of having his medicine, he yearned for them. For him to feel it coarse through his body and make his feel numb. He’d rather be numb than sad he decided. Being numb made it easier to fake the happiness than the darkness from depression making a smile almost unbearable let alone a laugh.
The others were discussing with Kolivan and Keith when Keith finally asked, “Where’s Lance?”
Pidge fixed her glasses, “He stormed out during training today and haven’t seen him since.”
Kolivan must have felt Keith worries, “And you didn’t speak to him, you need him here if you want to go through with this plan.”
Allura fixed her crown, “That isn’t necessary.”
Hunk looked over wanting to interject but his own doubt has been consuming him as Lance hasn’t been around long enough for Hunk to be comforted.
Pidge and Shiro’s stress has been taking a toll on them as Lance hasn’t been around to reassure them and make sure they know everything will be alright.
Matt’s loneliness even though he had Katie took over as he felt slightly at a loss for no apparent reason and hasn’t been able to hear from Lance about how it’s okay not to have a reason and the feeling is normal and it’ll all be okay.
Allura’s homesickness was no longer an issue as she had Lotor to cling too and the team slightly found her statement rude but none had the strength to do so.
Coran was worried for the boy but as he was for the longest bit Allura’s guardian he never went against her word.
Keith was terrified of Lance, he’s seen Lances vulnerable side but that wasn’t even a bit of it, Lance inside was a number 5 hurricane maybe even 6.
But in the end, it didn’t matter Lance wasn’t checked on.
Kolivan sighed, “Very well.”
Keith wanted to flick Allura off or go for herself when he looked at Hunk who was looking at Keith.
Lance was in his room putting through his plan and didn’t know so he shrugged and pulled out his Bayard.
He thought everything will be fine Allura has blue Keith could take red Shiro would have black Hunk would have yellow and Pidge would have green.
Nothing was wrong.
Nothing was ever wrong.
-SELF HARM & SUICIDE MENTIONS BELOW-
Lance sharply inhaled as he threw it at the wall and then went to the bathroom.
Lance violently threw things around as he started the water turning the cold on high and plugged it. Lance threw stuff around shoving all of his beauty routine supplies in the trash and destroyed everything letting his eyes land on a box. He swallowed at the lump in his through the familiar shiny sharp pieces of metal, some with blood crusted on the edges. He never told anyone as he slyly paid for them and hid them in his pocket. Lance rather set those aside and felt into his pocket and smiled as an inviting sting jolted up his arm when his thumb pressed onto the blade the outer layer of skin completely cut through.
He pressed forward slightly screaming as it hit the bone.
He huffed as it was pained and heard drips of blood fall from his jacket pocket.
Lance ripped out the blade hitting his teeth scared they may break.
The others thought they heard a scream but dismissed it as if they were just paranoid.
Lance was thankful but little did he know the others were discussing whether they should check on him or not.
Lance looked at the bath for a good couple of minutes, “This is it... it’ll soon be over.”
The mice had a bad feeling and hurried off to Hunk or Pidge or Matt people that could try and listen.
Lance without taking off any clothing slowly sank into the tub not taking notice it was seconds from overflowing but nothing was plugged in and no cords were near the ground so no shocking would take place.
Lance didn’t cry he looked happy as he took the blade with a shaky hand. He couldn’t feel his face as he was numb but he picked up on drips of water that fell and knew wasn’t from the water being brought into the tub and pressed a hand to his face and couldn’t pick up any feeling.
He pulled up his sleeves and slowly pressed down and closed his eyes and slammed it down into his wrists causing them to bleed like crazy Lance let out a scream that was dismissed again but the mice moved quicker with that.
Kolivan and Keith we’re heading to the castle for further discussion on the grand meeting.
They arrived when the mice reached the team and went to Pidge and she dismissed them until they got to Hunk and Matt.
Hunk always felt Lance was hiding something and nodded Matt along with Hunk bolted for Lance room passing Keith and Kolivan in their way. Keith and Kolivan exchanged a look that was extremely unsettling by the speed of the two that passed.
Lance stuck his other arm and screamed and ripped it out continuing until he felt the corners of his vision grow blurry and black and faded. He felt his body sink into the ice-cold water and the air rush out of his lungs but never really needed to go back in.
Light red water covered the floor running out of the bathroom now through Lance’s room under the crack of his door into the hallway.
Hunk screamed, “Lance open the door right now!”
Matt banged on the door as more water flowed out, “Lance! Come on this isn’t funny!”
The two sounded desperate Pidge scurried over to the door hacking it open as she had her laptop. The bottom of Lance’s floor was covered in 2 inches of water with a pink tint to it. It reeked and little did they know what laid in the bathroom would be the cause of it.
Pidge screamed in horror when she spotted Lance.
Hunk pulled Lance’s head from under the water and didn’t catch a pulse and started to perform CPR.
Matt ran down the halls Pidge screaming to get a pod ready and Matt screaming for the help of the others.
Hunk got Lance’s pulse but Lance never coughed as he never took in water his nose had been poking out of the water but was severely bleeding out. The sight of Lance’s arms and wrists made Hunk wince and gag.
The other feet were thumping through the halls and Hunk was running a pretty much dead Lance in his arms. A tiny strip of blood dripping from Lance’s arms constantly leaving a pretty much-filled line of blood. Keith now ahead of Hunk he willed his body to move faster. And it stopped when he saw Hunk turn the corner and ran right in front of Keith heading to the pods and the line of blood that followed Hunk made the others freeze but Matt kept running as his body went into overdrive.
Hunk was wheezing as he ran his orange headband flying behind him as he ran. The others never have seen him move faster. Pidge was waiting, “It’s ready! Get him in here now!”
They never had the time to change him he was in soaked clothing everything slightly pink now and his sleeves completely stained red.
It kept dripping and when Hunk shoved Lance in Lance’s body floated motionlessly.
Hunk sank to the ground in loud sobs and the others stood there motionless as well.
Thoughts raced through their heads;
Why didn’t Lance tell us?
We’re the worst team ever.
Why would Lance do that?
It’s all my fault.
How could we not have noticed?
Why did I yell at him?
Why didn’t I ask him if he was okay?
Why didn’t I care?
The thoughts swirled through their heads relentlessly.
Yet that’s funny as they’ll know how Lance’s mind was, but so much worse it was basically all the natural disasters in the world put together. Letting Lance take a spiraling path that no one cared to intercept.
A beautifully horrifying mess that destroyed Lance as if he were a domino forced to crash along with everything else collapsing leading to him.
Lance’s bleeding continued as his blood was dripping through his clothes slowing down sad thing is, is it wasn’t because he was healing his body couldn’t put forth the energy. His pulse is slow but slowly speeding up again.
A week passed and no one has left except Kolivan, Keith stayed and left the BOM. Lance was his teammate and so much more and Keith became Lance’s stability and Lance was him but Keith left probably ruining the bond they created. Yet he will try his best.
They had no idea how’d Lance would feel when he got out... but they all knew Lance would never be the same.
His cuts so deep they healed but the skin never reattach and he was thin. Way too thin. His eyes had dark bags underneath them and he was still floating.
The pod opened everyone’s hearts in their throat. Lance opened his eyes and they were full no source of happiness in his features whatsoever and blinked slowly inhumanly and breathed shallowly. He stood up tugging away from anyone who touched him pissed he was alive, pissed his suicide attempt failed maybe he should have stabbed himself in the chest that would have been easier. Lance tugged away from Hunk snapping knowing Hunk was probably the one who saved him.
His words shook them all.
“I didn’t want your help! I don’t want to be here! I want to be dead! This is insanity... this is fucking great! I support you I was there for all of you! Whenever you were moody or sad or upset I comfort you guys... I made sure you were okay!”
Lance coughed and then continued, “Now... I want you all to know... This is who I am. This is your annoying too loud too flirty lover-boy goofball Lance!” Lance spoke with so much hatred for himself.
“I don’t want to hear it all your lies, cause god knows none of you cared! And some of you shock me to this very moment. I tried and tried and tried and I tried some more, but when all your stuck up asses are to busy thinking of what you want I cared I listened!”
Lance sobbed sinking to the ground and they all know now Lance is never coming back. This is the broken mess they created. Oh god. They caused that.
Slowly they all felt tears fall, they all held Lance, no one spoke, he didn’t fight back, no one spoke. The void was filled with warm hugs and shaky breaths, silent sobs, and a screaming voice inside.
What now?
Together they form the wings of Voltron
Most underrated Klance moment of S7
parts one two three four
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Lance wants to bolt the second they step out of the castle, but he knows better than that. So he waits, watching them carefully from the windshield (he’s got no better word for it, okay) of the bridge until they’re itty bitty specks. Then he throws on his backpack, grabs his scanner, waves to his pets, and runs in the direction the beast was last seen.
He keeps up a pretty quick pace for a while, not bothering to muffle his footsteps — he doesn’t want to startle the poor thing — and keeps his ears peeled for the sounds of a large animal making its merry way through the woods.
By ‘large’, he means ‘unfathomably gigantic’, because everything on this planet seems to be. Every tree is as wide as four Hunks, and taller than the castle. The various small woodland critters he’s seen running around have been at least the size of Pidge. Idly he wonders how the hell the evolution on this planet even worked, because all the flora and fauna seems to be gigantic, but the people here aren’t much bigger than humans.
He eventually starts to hear the sound of running water, and wastes no time following it. If he’s correct — and he truly thinks he is, as does Coran — this beast will be sitting carefully by the river’s bank, waiting for fish to swim close to it.
See, Lance is almost sure this beast is the planet’s equivalent to a grizzly bear.
And he’s positive it’s injured.
It’s the only thing that makes sense! He did some light research last night, and discovered that the planet is right in the midst of their springtime. He also discovered that, over the winter months, the planet’s city limits had expanded pretty dramatically, cutting into a large chunk of the forest. Lance believes the new city limits bled into the bear’s hunting grounds, and when the bear woke from hibernation in the spring and went looking for food, it ran into the new neighbourhoods. Startled, of course, it got defensive, only further terrorizing the people. Lance thinks that the bear was dazed enough to be hurt by the city’s armies, and now the bear is in pain and full of anger towards the new animals in its territory.
Of course it’s attacking.
Now, if only the team stopped a goddamn second to listen, and I wouldn’t have this problem, Lance thinks to himself, but pushes the thought away just as quickly, scowling to himself.
He forces himself to pause the reflection and save it for later, because it’s not the right time. He’s on a mission. He doesn’t have time to feel sorry for himself, let alone have time to be mad at the team.
It’s just as well that Lance pulled himself out of his thoughts, because straight ahead, looking at him warily, is the bear.
And oh, what a beast it is.
The dignitary — not to give him any goddamn credit, the bastard — was barely exaggerating. The bear is huge. It’s definitely not bigger than a castle, sure, but it’s big enough that Lance knows to keep a respectful distance, and right now the bear is sitting. He can’t imagine how scary it would be on a rampage.
For the first time, a tiny tendril of guilt crawls up his spine. The dignitary might be a pompous dick, but Lance is starting to realise that’s coming from a place of genuine fear, for themself and for the people they represented.
(Lance is still not going to kill the bear, obviously. It’s not the bear’s fault that it’s scary. But Lance is willing to admit that he did not handle the situation with the dignitary like an adult, and especially not like a paladin, and probably owes them a bit of an apology.)
“Hey, there,” Lance says softly, slowly swinging off his backpack and setting it down in front of him.
The bear growls in warning.
“I know, I know, you like your space. I’ll stay over here for now.”
Without looking away, Lance crouches down, blindly searching around the bag until his hand wraps around the two objects he’s looking for. He slowly takes them out and carefully sets one of them — a back of Altean-style dehydrated wild berries — on the ground in front of the bag. With his other hand, he pours a steady stream of water on the pouch, and he and the bear both watch as the pile of berries gradually grows in size until it’s the size of Lance himself.
Lance sits next to them, criss-cross-applesauce, with his backpack on his lap.
“These are for you,” he says, tone even. “I figured it might be pretty hard for you to forage or hunt right now. You must be hungry.”
Logically, it should be impossible for the bear to understand him. But it must like his tone, because slowly — ever so slowly — it uncurls, keeping a careful eye on Lance as it limps over to him and the berries next to him.
Its legs are the size of Earthen tree trunks. Its head alone is bigger than Lance. Its teeth —visible now that its mouth is open, tongue hanging out, salivating in anticipation of the wonderfully juicy berries — are sharper than any razor.
Lance should be afraid.
He’s not.
“Oh, you’re a beautiful thing,” he coos as the bear leans forward and takes a tentative bite from the pile.
The bear side-eyes him — a look that so clearly says ‘bitch, please’ that Lance can’t help his laugh.
“And you take no shit, huh?”
The bear grunts, apparently deciding the berries are safe, and then digs the hell in. It devours the pile so quickly that it’s there in one second and gone in the next.
Once the pile is finished, the bear turns to look at Lance expectantly.
Lance holds his hands up. “I got nothing!”
The bear huffs — no, really — and ambles closer to Lance. It lowers its great head down, and with a nose bigger than Lance’s head, starts sniffing Lance’s backpack for more.
Lance laughs again. “There’s nothing in there, you silly creature. No food, anyway.”
The bear finally decides he’s telling the truth — or, more likely, doesn’t smell any more food — and flops to the ground, looking to Lance in what he can only describe as petulance.
“I have no more food,” Lance says again. He reaches out hesitantly, slowly, and carefully rests his hand in between the bear's cute little ears when it makes no move to stop him. “But I might have more help for you, though.”
The bear rumbles. Lance takes this as an indication to continue.
“I noticed you were limping. Your front right leg. You’ve got some matted blood on there, too. If you’ll let me, I can clean that wound, stitch it right up, and you’ll be as good as new. That sound okay?”
The bear doesn’t make any more noise, but it does flop over on its side, leaving its right side up for access.
Lance takes a deep breath.
“Okay, big guy. Let me fix you up.”
He gathers up his bag and walks over to the wounded leg in question. He inspects it, but can’t really see the wound under all the blood.
“I’m going to clean it first, okay? I’ll get some river water first. That’ll be better than antiseptic.”
The bear grunts.
Lance grabs a clean cloth out of his bag — really, it’s a queen-sized sheet, but in comparison to the bear looks as small as the tiniest of rags — and soaks it in the frigid river, ringing it out as best as he can with his tiny human hands.
He walks back over to the bear and begins gently wiping away the nasty, coagulated blood from matted fur. It takes a while, but he’s eventually able to see the wound.
He does not like what he sees.
The wound starts cleanly, like it was a cut, but then looks torn, like the flesh was ripped. Lance isn’t sure what weapon may have caused it — that’s more of Keith’s thing — but knows it was certainly no natural cause.
“I’m going to need to apply quite a bit of antiseptic,” he tells the bear, even though the bear most certainly does not know what that is. “It’s going to hurt, but I need to do it, because it already looks a little bit infected.”
He opens his massive tub of antiseptic and holds it out for the bear to sniff. Its giant nose wrinkles, and then it looks pained, but it carefully lays its head back down on the ground and tenses its muscles.
Lance takes that as permission.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry,” Lance babbles as he pours the horrible chemical over the wound and the bear roars in agony. “I know, I know. I know. It’s okay. Let it out. It’s done, now, once the sting fades.”
The sting must fade eventually, because the bear quiets, although it breathes heavily and remains tense.
“It’s okay,” Lance whispers, petting the first patch of uninjured fur he can reach. “It’s alright. The worst part is over, okay? That hurt so bad that you’ll barely even feel the stitches, okay? Just the smallest pinch.”
The bear whines, high and long, and Lance bites back tears.
This could all be avoided if people just used some compassion, for fuck’s sake.
He closes his eyes and swallows roughly. That’s not fair. It’s unlikely that anyone meant for this to happen, and it’s unfair for Lance to blame people. Sometimes life just sucks.
But it’s his job as a paladin to make it suck marginally less, and by God, he is going to do his job.
“Ready for the stitches, big guy? It’s the second-to-last step.”
Lance reaches into his back again and digs out the absolutely giant suture needle, so big it’s basically a weapon, and the beast-sized sutures. He gets to work carefully stitching up the wound, applying every ounce of Abuela’s sewing lessons into his furrowed brow and steady hands.
It takes a while, but eventually the wound is closed up neatly.
“Almost done,” Lance assures the bear. It makes an almost purring noise in response, which makes Lance beam in delight.
He takes two last things from his pack — some Altean antibiotic numbing ointment, and a mummy’s amount of bandages.
“This’ll be cold,” he warns, before spreading a generous amount of the ointment onto the wound. The bear audibly sighs in relief, slumping further into the ground as its muscles finally un-tense.
Lastly, Lance carefully wraps the wound in the bandages until it’s completely covered, then stands back, hands on his hips, to access his patch job.
“I think you look okay!” he says with a grin. “Try standing.”
The bear gets up using its three unharmed legs, then gingerly applies weight to the injured one once it’s balanced.
It blinks.
It applies more weight.
Suddenly it roars, in delight this time, and ducks its head to nudge Lance gently in thanks. Lance laughs, petting the creature everywhere he can reach.
“You’re welcome!” The bear makes that almost-purr noise again, and Lance sighs. “Now all we gotta do is convince this whole damn planet that you’re a big, giant softie.”
The bear pulls its head away, making Lance pout, and stares at him for a moment.
“What? You have any bright ideas? I, unfortunately, did not plan this far. I kinda thought something would come to me on the way.”
The bear grunts. Then it opens its great jaw, reaching for Lance, but it doesn’t eat him — it carefully hooks Lance’s hoodie in its teeth, lifts him up, and tosses him gently on its back.
Lance blinks.
“Well this is a — development.”
The bear grunts again, pawing at the ground. It starts off down the river, but not in the direction where Lance assumed its cave to be.
It’s headed to the city.
“What’re you — oh,” Lance cries, and is a little embarrassed to be outfoxed by a bear.
“That’s a great idea! If the people see you treating me gently, then won’t be so scared, and I’ll be able to explain. You’re so smart!”
If Lance didn’t know better, he’d think the bear seemed smug.
But he does know better, so he gets comfortable, organizes his pack, and starts planning what he’s going to say to make this whole crisis blow over.
I still can't believe that our pretty boy Keith Kogane went from this
TO THIS
T O T H I S
WHO ALLOWED HIM TO HAVE SUCH A GLOW UP? WHERE CAN I GET SOME?
Things that turns Keith Kogane on TO THE MAAAAX (part one)
*Clicks tongue*
~Bonding moment~
*snorts*
Beer led
Done for @klfirstdatezine’s contest!
#klfirstdatezinechallenge
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If Keith had to explain why he was in the middle of a dance floor, trying and failing to copy the steps a lady onstage was showing; he could blame the beer.
Actually, he could also blame Shiro, for refusing to buy him a fourth glass of alcohol, and forcing him to try to win a free beer pass via dancing. Which he sucked at.
He was also making a great fool of himself. Everybody else was dancing in pairs, or groups, and he was all alone, like a goddamn loser.
He was about to go ahead and give up on getting drunk tonight, when a girl bumped into him. She seemed to be escaping her dancing partner, who was standing shock-still, looking dejected. He was kinda cute, with the pout and brown hair and the blue eyes...
Fuck it. If the two of them had to be the butt of the joke, at least they could try to win the goddamn ticket together.
"Hey you! Would you like to dance with me?"
Blue eyes looked surprised for a second, but then he smiled with all his might, and Keith threw all his embarrassment out of the window. Keith offered a hand and Blue eyes took it eagerly, and they both got down to business.
The dance was tricky; it was full of jumps and kicks and turns and twirls; but Blue eyes rocked them and led Keith through as well. They both laughed at the ridiculousness of it, and cheered along with the crowd as the host hyped them up.
At the end, they both waited, out of breath and exhausted, as the winners were announced; and groaned in unison when the barrel went to one of the married couples.
"I'm a hundred percent certain we danced better than them." Blue eyes frowned, and Keith couldn't agree more.
"Do you think they chose them over us because they're straight?"
Both locked eyes and burst out laughing.
Keith found out that he had expected the whole ordeal to feel awkward, and embarrassing, but it was just comfortable. In fact, he didn’t know if he had ever felt so connected to a stranger.
He knew the moment was ending, and it was something he didn't want happening.
He opened his mouth at the same time Blue eyes did.
"Hey-!"
"So-"
Both shut up abruptly and laughed it off.
“Nice moves, Samurai.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Damn, Keith sure was being extra smooth tonight.
“I gotta leave now, but maybe we can dance again next weekend?”
Keith nodded, perhaps a little too eagerly. Blue eyes gave him his number (“in case you get lost”) and left him standing in place, staring dumbly at his phone with a grin on his face.
>New contact info: Lancey Lance ;) – 0XXX 282874XXX
My piece for the #klfirstdatezinechallenge :)
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for those who like to read, here's a list of my favourite Klance mermaid fanfics on AO3: Watercast by Fishwrites Moonset Deep by MilkTeaMiku Siren's Call by wittyy_name Ocean Child by Betery The Little Merman - A Klance Mermaid AU by Fandom_Bra Water in his veins by ULTIOcean one dance by thespacenico Aequor Viridi Mutaris by brayslmarch, MadeOfHamm Where the water meets the sky by speaks
Personal hell + sketch/lovestruck Lance ~○~○~○~ "Lance thought if there were a sort of heaven on any planet, this would be it. Keith suddenly swam into view, just over him and blocking the sun’s rays. Well, Lance guessed it’d be more accurate to say that the sun highlighted him from behind, his long hair waving out and framing his face. He was smiling wider than Lance had seen before, eyes looking giddy and adrenaline filled. Lance had been wrong before. This was definitely Lance’s own personal hell." From the fanfic "Shake the disease" by snugglesformuggles http://archiveofourown.org/works/23521174.
Trying to do a original-style redraw. Task failed espectacularly
Pidge: Keith, if you could kill anyone on the ship without getting in shit for it, who would it be?
Keith, instantly: Lance.
Lance: Why me!? I thought we were friends!
Keith: That's exactly why I'd kill you. You haven't changed that and I'm getting real sick of it.
Ao3 Things
Voltron
Plance
The Mind Versus The Heart :Just starting Collage, Katie (Pidge) Holt just wants to focus on her studies and get good grades. She does not want some super tall, annoying, loudmouth, busybody, over-dramatic . . . handsome, funny, kind . . . NO he is nothing but a nuisance, trying to get her out of her comfort zone of robots, baggy sweaters, text books, and computers. Right?
Mi Renia: When Lance calls Pidge a nickname in Spanish, finds out the girl doesn't know any of the langue, and uses it to his advantage. A fluffy mess because I love these two and goddamn-it I want more.
The Lanterns: There was a myth in the land of Altea. The myth of a special flower grown from a drop of quintessence that fell from the sky. This flower was told to have unparalleled healing abilities. This is simply the tale of a princess, born of that flower and the adventure she set out on.
Adore: They do adore each other, don't they? (Based off of, and uses, the Song I Do Adore.)
Klance
This Stings: It's supposed to be a simple stop, grab crystals, then leave sort of mission. In fact the planet was adorable. But of course, when it’s them, something bad has to happen. So of course, Keith gets stung by some weird monkey-scorpion thing. And of course, it just has to be Lance he latches onto when he wakes up. Fuck.
From Slave To Paladin: Just another Galra ship. Just another collection of data mission. But when Lance finds a slave in the cell block, it turns out to be much more than just an everyday mission.
Mistaken Identity: One gorgeous planet. One Team Voltron. One fairy queen. One old-ass story about some god. Mix together well, and let simmer at panic mode. And ta-da, a big fucking dish of Mistakes. (Sort-of inspired by a fic I read a while ago. The Loverboy Trials.)
Sleepy Keith + Sleepy Lance = Gay Shit: It's been a long few days, and our children just need to sleep. Unfortunately, they have so much adrenaline in their veins that they need to do something to calm down first. Allura knows exactly what to do, and pulls up a movie for them all to watch in the Rec-Room. Lance can sleep anywhere, and so can Keith
My boi Lance McLain as Spongebob memes
COMING OUT OF MY CAGE
AND IVE BEEN DOING JUST FINE
Keith is a pretty pretty princess
Princess Keith has come to save the day!
Please let Keith be in the DnD episode…
Here is my other Princess Keith stuff <3
this is me coming out as a klance shipper (est.2017) im so sorry
klance in 2025 for fun
THE loverboy ever