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littlewhitetie · 6 years

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Silence: Part One

An anti-Galra nanoweapon leaves Keith ill and Shiro badly injured. It's up to Lance and Allura to find them, take care of them, and get them home safe and sound.

(Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | AO3)

“Lance? Will you tell me a story?”

It’s a simple enough request, but Lance seems confused by it. He raises a thin eyebrow as he casts Allura a sidelong glance. “Uh, sure. What about?”

“Anything,” Allura says. “I just… can’t stand this silence.”

The cave is too quiet, nothing but the occasional crunch of crystals beneath their feet echoing through the tunnels. Her head is too quiet, the usual presence of the Lions muted by the strange walls. Worse than all that, though, is the dead silence over the comms. No word from Keith or Shiro; no way of tracking them down. They could be anywhere in here.

“Yeah,” Lance says. “I know what you mean. So, a story. How ‘bout this. Once upon a time, there was a really cool space princess, who had a knight. Well, she had five knights, but one of them was especially awesome. He was brave, and strong, and smart, and popular, and really, really good-looking.”

“Was her knight named Shiro?” Allura asks, with a teasing smile.

“What? No! It was Lan— …do. His name was Lando.”

“What a terrible name,” she says.

“Yeah, I regret it already, but too late now. So Lando and Princess… uh... Allana? Yeah, Princess Allana, along with two of her other, less attractive knights, were—“

“What were the others’ names?” she interrupts.

“Uh… Keef and… Shoro.”

Allura laughs aloud at that.

“Hey. It’s not their fault the person who named them had to do it on the spot,” he says, defensively. “So, yeah, Allana, Lando, Keef, and Shoro were chillin’ in their space castle out in space, while their friends were busy on some super boring tech mission in another galaxy. Suddenly, they received a distress signal from the, uh…” he pauses, scrunching up his face as he tries to think of a name. “Screw it, they’re just gonna stay the Ferexians.

“Ferexis had been hit by this really bad pandemic that had infected thousands of people in, like, a week. There was a cure, but the ingredients for the medicine were super hard to get, and the Ferexians weren’t in any shape to get it. So Allana, Lando, Keef, and Shoro went to go find the ingredients for them. Allana and Lando—who was clearly her favourite knight—went to the mountains south of the capital to gather serafi roots, while Keef and Shoro went north to find the atraxeth flowers that grew in the crystal caves.”

“How can you be certain Keef or Shoro were not her favourite?” she asks, her lips curving upward.

“Uh, ‘cause those other guys were boring, obviously,” he says. “So Allana was super happy she got to be paired up with the best knight ever, and she had an awesome time ‘cause Lando was so handsome and witty and smart. It took a while, but Allana and Lando eventually found the roots they were looking for. No problem.

“But while they were out, something bad happened. There was a terrible empire that had enslaved most of the universe, and Ferexis was the empire’s main supplier of one of the components needed for the ion cannon things on their ships.”

“What was the empire called?” she asks.

Lance groans. “Do I have to name everything?”

She nods.

“Fine. It was the Glara Empire. Happy?”

“Very,” she says.

Lance huffs. “Okay. So while our dashing heroes were off getting the ingredients, the Glara dropped by Ferexis to collect their ion cannon stuff. The Ferexians didn’t have it, but they’d prepared for this day. They unleashed a really terrible nanoweapon into the atmosphere that would infect the Glara and mess with their tech all at once.

“Allana and Lando didn’t find out about this until vargas later, when they came back to the city with the roots. When they got back, there were broken sentries all over. The sentries weren’t just shut down, they were, like, twitching, or—or fried. And there were… there were soldiers on the ground… sick, a-and convulsing, and dying…” His breath hitches.

“That is enough detail,” she says, tersely. She tries to ignore the prickling sensation behind her eyelids, wishing she could scour away the image burned into her mind. “Please move on with the story.”

“Y-yeah. Right. Um, well, Keef and Shoro could've been affected by the anti-Glara weapon, too. They hadn’t come back yet, so Allana and Lando went into the cave to find them. Allana and Lando couldn’t hear them over the comms, though that was definitely, definitely only ‘cause something in the cave was messing with their comm system. But it meant they didn’t have any idea where Keef and Shoro were. Lando and Allana walked for vargas and vargas and still didn’t see them.”

“So what happened next?” Allura asks.

“Next, Allana had to decide which way to go, ‘cause they’d reached another fork in the path,” he says.

Allura’s heart sinks as her eyes follow the path below their feet, finding the notch where it diverges. There are no signs of which way Keith and Shiro would have gone—if they’d even chosen this route in the first place. The odds of finding them along this route are already terrifyingly slim, and now the chances of finding them have been halved yet again.

The place is a maze. The winding cave is made all the more confusing by its reflective surfaces and too many light sources; crystals upon crystals in pink and blue and violet surround them, shiny and glowing. A ‘funhouse’, Lance had called it when they’d first entered, but this is hardly fun.

“She chose to go right,” she says, with a sigh. “Please tell me Lando and Allana found Keef and Shoro in time.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, totally,” Lance says. “It didn’t take much longer, and they found them, and Keef and Shoro were a hundred percent fine. They didn’t actually need rescuing; they were completely safe. They were just, like, caught up in finding the flowers, or taking a long nap, or playing patty-cake, or something. They were happy to see Lando and Allana anyway, and they were all—” Lance raises his voice an octave, “Oh, Lando, you’re so amazing and talented! If only we could be as cool as you are!”

Her lips turn up. “Did they really sound like that?”

“Yes. So Allana, Lando, Shoro, and Keef got back to the city no problem. They got the ingredients to the Ferexians and saved everyone. The Ferexians were super grateful and threw the heroes a parade—”

“A parade? Would they not still be recovering?”

“It was a small parade. Everyone had a good time, and then they all went back to the castle and took a nap. The end.”

She gives him a smile. “Thank you for the story. It was perhaps not particularly imaginative, but I did enjoy the ending.”

“Yeah. …Maybe I should’ve changed up the plot. It would’ve been better if Lando had just gone with Keef, like he was supposed to in the first place.”

“Well, Allana did not object to the proposed change in plans,” she says. Far from it. Allura loved Shiro and Keith dearly, but Lance… Lance knew how to make her smile.

A low, throaty roar echoes through the cave. She stiffens and grabs Lance’s wrist, yanking him backward.

He furrows his brow in confusion. “What is it?”

“Did you not hear that?”

“No, but my hideous human ears are inferior to yours,” he says.

“They are… charming," she offers. "It sounded like some sort of creature. I think it may be behind us—we must proceed with caution. I can guard the rear.”

“Alright."

Several tense doboshes pass, the heavy plod of footsteps and occasional growls getting progressively louder.

Finally, a large, blue creature comes into sight. It looks like a monstrous crossbreed between a crocodile and a xznly sqiwl. It’s armoured in thick, shiny scales. Its fangs are visible from the outside, too many sharp teeth hanging out of its broad mouth.

She pushes Lance out of the way, and then she rushes at it.

“What—what are you doing?” he gapes.

“Distracting it for you,” she calls, veering away from him. She has to get its attention; she can’t let it get to Lance.

The beast kicks up loose crystals on the ground with its forefoot, stomping, and then it charges at her.

For such an enormous creature, it’s surprisingly fast. She manages to leap out of the way when it comes at her, tucking into a roll. But the blasts from Lance’s gun have no effect, unable to get past its plated hide. Dodging won’t be enough on her end.

She runs forward and, getting close enough, strikes it with her whip. It doesn’t hurt it, but it does make it very, very angry. It snaps its teeth at her. She nearly gags at the rank odour emanating from its fleshy mouth.

“Get back!” Lance yells.

“No! This is your chance,” she calls. “If I remain close enough, it will keep trying to bite me. Shoot it in the mouth when its jaws are open.”

“You’re out of your mind,” he says, but he doesn’t object.

She lashes the monster with her whip again, this time aiming for its face. It rears on its hind legs before lurching forward, mouth gaping open, rows and rows of pointed teeth exposed. “Now!”

Lance takes several shots in rapid succession. He hits his mark, the blasts aimed perfectly between its sets of teeth to find the back of its vulnerable throat.

With a hideous screech, the beast collapses. The smell of burnt, putrid flesh penetrates her nostrils.

“Ew,” he says. “So. Gross.”

“It is rather disgusting,” she says, wrinkling her nose. When she’s certain it won’t get back up, she turns to Lance and gives him a grin. “Great job. I knew you could do it.”

The smile he returns isn’t the usual beam he wears when he receives praise. “Thanks. But… Keith and Shiro. Would—would they have been able to…” He trails off. It would have been difficult for the two of them to defeat it even in top form, given their close range weapons and the beast’s natural armour and teeth. As they are now…

“We have been in here for several vargas, and this is the first we’ve seen of these,” she says. “There can’t be many in here. They may not have encountered any at all.”

“Okay, but still,” he says, “we’ve seen, like, ten of those giant snake things.”

“Eight at most,” she says. “And those would not be so difficult for Keith to take care of with his sword.”

“If he can use his sword. If he can even move,” he says. “You saw those Galra soldiers.”

“Keith is only half Galra,” she says. “I am certain his symptoms are not nearly as bad.” She reaches for Lance’s arm and begins walking again, pulling him along. “Keith and Shiro are strong. They always manage to pull through. We will find them, and we will bring them home, safe and sound.”

Lance gives her a slight smile. “How do you do that? Manage to sound so confident, when things get bad. Know how to inspire hope, and stuff.”

“Surely you know the answer,” she says. “After all, you do the same for me.”

He brightens at that. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing we’ve got each other, then.”

She smiles. “Absolutely.”

…

As they continue walking, Lance fills the silence with commentary on their surroundings. Apparently, there are no caves like this on Earth. They’re way more boring; the rock is always drab brown or grey, and they’re really dark. Sometimes, though, there are things that glow in the caves, like mushrooms or weird worm things that hang from the ceiling—at least, according to a documentary he saw. He’s never actually seen them in person.

There are a lot of things on Earth he hasn’t seen. Most humans, it seems, haven’t explored everything their planet has to offer. Allura can barely fathom the notion, but for a race that had never even travelled outside their own solar system before, it’s not all that unexpected.

When they reach a small pool of water, Lance runs to it. He cups the water in his hands, slurping loudly.

While Lance is busy quenching his thirst, another large snake-like creature noiselessly slithers toward her. It glitters pink, shiny spikes running down its spine. Its diamond eyes flash.

As quietly as she can, Allura slaughters the creature before Lance notices. It only takes a few well-aimed strikes. Immediately, she drags its carcass out of sight, hiding it behind a wide crystal pillar. There is no need to worry Lance further.

Lance has many fears, and he’s not quiet about them. He doesn’t have quite as many as Hunk, but it’s toward that end of the spectrum. He’s often frightened, so it makes it all the more commendable that he’s able to overcome that to protect others. He really is someone she's grown to admire.

As they continue onward, Lance keeps talking. It’s idle chatter, but it’s nice all the same. He tells her about a wide array of animals on Earth. It’s strange that there would be so many of the same animals as on Altea, completely different planets with galaxies between them. At the same time, though, it’s not all that surprising, considering how many uncanny similarities already exist between them. It’s not exactly random chance—the Blue Lion went to Earth for a reason.

The animals on Earth sound quite boring, generally drab in colour and not nearly as intelligent as their Altean equivalents. All the same, many people own pets. While not particularly smart, they’re supposedly nice to cuddle and play with.

Pidge is one such pet-owner. She has a dog at home that she misses. She had found great comfort in her dog when her father and brother went missing. Allura feels a pang of guilt for taking Pidge away from that, recruiting her in this war so far from home, but Lance assures her she’s not just here out of obligation; she’s chosen to stay of her own volition. She’s found a home out here, too.

Allura wishes she could have heard this from Pidge directly. She wishes they were closer. Her hopes for a sisterly bond between them had been quickly quashed, and they don’t talk all that much outside of missions. It’s not just Pidge, either; she wishes she were closer to all of the paladins. Allura had distanced herself when the paladins had first come to the Castle, too afraid to gain more loved ones to lose. The paladins found their way into her heart all the same, but by then, the paladins had grown so close to one another, she didn’t feel she could join them in activities outside of battle without intruding.

“Are you kidding?” Lance says, after she tells him—he has a way of getting her to open up in a way she never would with others. “We’d love to have you join us! We kinda always just assumed you wouldn’t want to, or would be busy hanging out with Coran, or playing with the space mice, or something. Seriously, you’re always welcome to hang out with us. We’d like that a lot.”

“…Are you certain?” she asks.

“C’mon,” he says, with an easy smile. “If Keith’s invited, there’s no way you’re not.”

She laughs. “What even started your rivalry with Keith in the first place? He told me before that he had no idea; he didn’t even know who you were at the time.”

“That’s exactly it!” Lance says. “He didn’t seem to care about anyone other than Shiro. He wouldn’t give anyone else the time of day. I know better now, but at the time, I assumed it was ‘cause he thought he was better than everyone else. The worst part about it was he was better than everyone else, and he didn’t even have to try.”

She cocks her head to the side. “Why would that matter?”

He gives her a wry smile. “You’ve always been amazing at everything you do too, so you wouldn’t really understand.”

She’s not really sure how to respond to that. “…Tell me more about animals.”

He laughs. “Okay, maybe you don’t always win gold for subtlety. But yeah, sure. Ostriches. Did you guys have ostriches on Altea?”

Many conversations, six snakes, and two crocodile-xznly squiwl creatures later, Allura interrupts Lance’s explanation of ‘bowling’ when she hears the slightest noise from around the corner. It doesn’t sound like any of the beasts they’ve encountered. No, it sounds like… a groan.

Allura grabs Lance’s hand and breaks into a run.

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smolgalrakeith · 6 years

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-Anon puts you a belt and harness-let’s go home missing kitty, don’t worry i will find your mommy

Keith frowns and tugs on it, whining. "I'm glara not a kitty! Let me go!"

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alteangcddess · 6 years

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@bornewar because I love them. Continued from here

The princess had stayed behind as the paladins went to the space mall. Not a mission or anything exiting, but it got them out of the castle for a while, to have fun. Coran was with them, as well as Shiro. She knew they were safe, at least. She had been waiting up, waiting for Lotor to return. They had been doing so well as they brought peace to right his fathers wrongs. But she sat in the observation deck, sitting with the mice and talking to them silently as she looked out the large windows. Lately she had a pain in her heart when the emperor left, but a lifted joyance when he came back. It wasn’t the same like the other paladins, for when they left, she knew they’d come home. They were her family, and she knew she’d see them when they got back. But Lotor was different.

She sat with her hands in her lap, a relaxed look sat on her face as she started to hear the silence be filled with footsteps, but not only that, but those of a certain Glara whom she had grown to learn how he walked. Telling it was him, she moved closer to the door. When it finally opened, she let him come in just a bit before she slowly wrapped her arms around him from behind. Although she didn’t plan on it, she did it without will, but she didn’t regret it. She trusted her own judgement and if her body acted on its own, it must have been for a reason.

Then she felt him move her hand, looking up at him, seeing his smile and hearing his soft voice in the silent air, she offered a smile in return. “I must apologize. You were gone longer than last.” She said before letting go completely. “I would love to join you..”

#two sides of every story #ic #I LOVE THEM #lotura #madi im trash

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glarashop295 · 2 years

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Your home décor is never complete without any wall units, and you will be lagging back in terms of home décor. You need to purchase these wall units to enjoy a balanced environment and space.

#Glara Home

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everythinginslowmotion · 6 years

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Mending Purple Together

The third and final story to the Hurting and Fixing the Broken Series. (Read it on ao3 here |x|).

Summary: The end of the war is finally drawing to a close but the wars that are fought inside us reach out farther than can be seen. Like the ocean, emotions and thoughts are endless. They're wild and free, ever-changing and free flowing among itself. Going deeper than can be imagined and surfacing to either calm or raging waters. In times of need, Lance was always drawn to the water. It was his home and where he belonged. It flowed through his veins and gave him life in a world that surrounded him in blue and red.

Start at the beginning:

Seeing Red |x| (ao3) or |x| blog post

Fixing Blue |x| (ao3) or |x| blog post

Series |x|

Emotions are of the sea. The sea is ever changing. It is never the same color twice. sometimes it's the deepest blue, the kind that you could look into for ages and get lost in how mesmerizing it is. Sometimes it's green and so clear you can practically see the bottom and you wish you could dive right in and absorb the beauty of it all. The sea never feels the same way either. It moves and flows, the life within it’s deep waters continuing on whether the surface is calm or the roughest state it will ever inhabit. See, the sea is strong and full of power at times, rough enough to allow all humanity from wanting to be near. It can be beautiful and calm, but it can also destroy or turn ugly as outward forces begin to reside within. However, there is one emotion that stands alone, away from the similarities the sea shares with human feelings.

The sea cannot love as humanity can.

-3 deca-pheobs later -

“Lance! To your right!”

Pidge’s voice cut through the trained focus he was holding on the soldiers below. Quickly he flipped his whole position, rotating around his rifle ready to shoot as he sees the flash of silver come down slicing clean through the robotic body of the glara warrior that was about to end him. He could see the sweat droplets running down the side of Keith’s face slicking the edge of his overgrown bangs to his forehead. There was a determination set deep within his body- being let out through his gaze and labored breathing- as he picked up the sword turned back towards the boy he just saved, winking and then moving on to the next victim of his impulsive actions. Lance turned back to his previous subject, tuning into that same determination his boyfriend was putting into his own efforts.

Allura told them that this could be it. The final battle to save the universe, making all of the work that the team has put into being members of voltron worthwhile. If they failed everything would be over. The universe would crumble at the hands of Lotor and team voltron would be executed. No fame. No glory. No seeing their family ever again.

It had been a long time since Lance had seen his family. Well it had been a long time for everyone but it hits him really hard. He only really allows his mind to wander into that whenever Keith is around. And in the middle of a huge battle that the fate of the universe is depending on apparently. If he keeps distracting himself then there will be no Keith or family left to think about. He inhale a deep breath and adjusted his aim.

Aim. Fire. Dead.

He was like a broken record. Playing the same track over and over again. Aim. Fire. Dead. He never missed a shot anymore. Not unless his arm was injured or he had taken a beating and even then the aim was slightly to the right, usually hitting somewhere where the subject would still be injured. Allura took the last soldier out with a couple of hits and the room was clear- for now.

The mission didn’t start out as the battle to end all battles. It originated as a rescue mission. A little over two years before during a fight with Zarkon Shiro went missing. It was rough for everybody- especially Keith- which meant it was rough for Lance in a different way.

The two of them had grown close over the months since Lance had broken his hand and admitted his love for him. They were essentially the others second half. They were in time with one another in a way that the rest of the team couldn’t be. Obviously nobody could replace the bonds that they already had formed with other members of the team, but with each other it was something new. Keith had started breaking due to his uncontrollable affiliation with the enemy and Lance was still fighting away his self doubt. And though neither could do much to actually repair the other, they were around and helped as much as they could. The were being fixed together.

Or so Lance thought.

When Shiro disappeared something changed. Lance was now the right hand of Voltron. The second in command. Keith’s second in command. Always right behind Keith. He began to see the red from his past. The same red that had transformed itself into a passionate determined love morphed back into the anger that got his arm broken before. It started to mess with his mind again. But he couldn’t let it. So he gave up Blue and he gave up his pride and followed the direction that Keith wanted to go. The only person that Keith would listen to was Lance but beyond battles their interactions became limited. Keith didn’t want to talk, all he wanted to do was find Shiro. That is what everyone wanted, but no one wanted it like Keith did.

The thoughts started to absorb into his skin. Flooding and surrounding until nothing else was there. Lance couldn’t go back though. Not again. Not again. Blue wouldn’t open up to him anymore and Red wouldn’t listen like Blue ever did. She wasn’t truly his so why would she. So he went to the only place he could think of even if he was unwanted- Keith.

He had already started giving up on anything more than a friendship between him and Keith. It had been months and they grew close but nothing more and now with Keith shutting himself off so bad, all hope was gone. Showing up at Keith’s door was difficult especially knowing that what he was about to say was a sad truth that they couldn’t avoid. He was voltrons weakest link and he would be the one to go when Shiro returned. And Keith would agree.

Keith didn’t agree. In fact it was the opposite, but beyond slight teasing on his part with “Leave the math to Pidge” nothing much more was said. And then it backfired. Keith eventually left the team when Shiro returned. He would come in and out for a while but a few months passed and he stopped showing up completely to join the Blade of Marmora leaving Shiro as the black paladin and Lance has a permanent replacement. There was hardly a goodbye between them. Lance became mad but he wouldn’t allow himself to slip back into where he was again. No more breaking hands on walls because the boy you love left you and your team when you were convinced he cared. He trained. He participated in the campaigns. He trained some more. Sometimes he would stand outside of Keith’s room as if he was there. He would talk to Red about him sometimes, never anyone else. And sometimes he would even go into Blue’s hanger and attempt to make conversation with the lion but there was never the pull in the back of his mind as a response. But he would never go back to being how bad he was.

The day that Keith returned was a rough one for everybody. The team was being tracked by Lotor somehow and had been fighting battles almost on the daily. They were in the middle of a battle when the Blade figured out that the Shiro that had been with them was never real. Just a synthetic clone made to look like him and given his memories. To be fair, the clone never knew he was a clone until he started getting controlled. It hit the team where it hurt and after the barely won battle the team remained Shiroless once again and were in need of yet another black paladin. The reunion was rocky and turned sour quickly. Lance guessed that Allura had contacted the blade calling for Keith to return, but no one else had been expecting what happened. Months had gone by with no sign or attempt at contact from Keith and then one day while they were in the middle of a meeting the doors opened behind him and there he was, still in his Marmora armor, walking in as if he was just in his room and was arriving late. His hair had grown long enough to go past his shoulders and his face looked dark and sad. He had a scar that went from the middle of his chin just under his bottom lip and stretched down his jaw and onto the side of his neck. It was red and relatively fresh, as if it had just finished healing.

Everyone was silent for a moment as he made his way forward across the room. Lance heard Allura start to speak, then he started moving. He was angry. Relieved. Sad. Overjoyed. Keith always had a way of making him feel everything at once.

He saw a smile starting to form on Keith's face as he got closer. The scar seemed to stretch making the smile look different. They met in the middle with a shove of Lance’s hands on Keith’s chest. Hard and angry. No warmth in that greeting.

“Lance what the…”

“You think that you can just leave us- leave me- for months with no contact and then as soon as you get word that he is gone just walk in here with no warning. No form of preparation. You’re obviously not okay and you just… you just…” He couldn’t take it anymore. He was sure that everyone was in shock by his actions but he didn’t care. He moved forward again and Keith held up his hands as if he was expecting to be shoved again but rather Lance wrapped his arms around him as if he was never going to let go. “I was so worried. Why…”

“I missed you too Lance. We can talk later.”

Lance held on for a little bit longer until it finally caught up to him that there was an entire universe that needed the attention he was giving to Keith. They couldn’t afford anymore time right now. The team had their black paladin back and they had a mission to plan out.

Time went by. They trained. They fought. They survived. And then one day it went quiet. Lotor had to be planning something big for them. They waited around the castle for a few days, training constantly. Eventually they began advertising for the coalition once again. The movement was growing in their favor and it seemed as if Lotor was letting it happen. Between their team exercises and the recruitment they had downtime to themselves in the castle. Somewhere in there Lance and Keith became close once again. They trained together almost every night when neither of them could sleep because they were so worried about the possibility of the impending attacks. And when they were finished Lance would go back to Keith’s room to sleep. The only time he was in his room anymore was to change his clothes. And on nights when it was really hard for either of them they would go type in the coordinates of earth in the control room and sit in silence as they started at the reason for it all. It no longer mattered if they came out of the fight alive or not. As long as they could save the universe from falling into the Galra’s control, everything would all be worth it.

Which is why when they got information that Shiro, the real Shiro that started this crazy journey with them, was still alive the desire that they all had to go save him became such a risky mission. Allura didn’t want to risk the team to go save one person no matter who that person was. It took weeks of planning to organize an attack that Allura would agree to. The perfect rescue mission that would allow them to get the real Shiro back and make everything return to how it should be.

This of course worried Lance. Him and Keith were finally together. They were happy- well as happy as they could get with the fate of the universe resting on top of their shoulders. But would Keith step aside again if need be? Was their plan too risky? Lance had his doubts, and though he has started speaking up more when he was skeptical and forces himself to be listened to, he stayed quiet. He knew he was being selfish.

Allura told them to all get some rest before they were to set out. Lance knew him and Keith weren’t going to get any sleep, not when they had a battle ahead of them that could quite literally make or break everything that they had spent years working towards. They had spent the last few years of their teenage lives fighting an intergalactic war that was going to be put in slight jeopardy within the next few hours. They just laid there in Keith’s bed- holding each other close. Lance’s head was on Keith’s chest and even though he couldn’t see his face he knew he was as wide awake as him.

“Promise you won’t leave again.”

“Why would…”

“When we get Shiro back, promise me you won’t leave again like last time.”

“I promise.”

Lance couldn’t tell if he was lying in that moment or not. But it didn't matter because right then and there they were together and the world was okay.

It didn’t remain that way for much longer however. The castle alarms began to go off and instantly Lance and Keith were up and putting their armor on. Something wasn’t right. The alarms weren’t supposed to go off. They should still have time left. Lance and Keith broke off without a word running towards their individual hangers.

“Allura what is going on?” Lance heard Hunk’s voice over the comm system. He sounded exhausted but it was easy to tell that he was becoming anxious extremely fast. He was as scared as Lance was.

“Lotor must know about our plan to rescue Shiro. He has probably been anticipating this for awhile now. A fleet of his is making their way towards our position. If we move now we may be able to stop them, I already have Coran contacting members of the coalition. I’m afraid this rescue mission just became a full scale battle. The biggest one we have seen in a while.”

“Will we still be able to save Shiro?” Keith’s voice sounded calm over the speakers. His voice was deeper and less aggressive than it had been so many years before. He wasn’t going to let his personal connection with Shiro get in the way of the mission.

“I believe that we can if we play our odds right. However I'm afraid that will be a difficult task. Lotor doesn’t seem to be playing games anymore. He is ready for a fight. To have control over what he wants. This may very well be our final battle in this war, but if we succeed then I believe that Shiro’s rescue can be achieved.”

“Pidge get the doors!” Keith’s voice rang through the speaker. The urgency in his voice covering up the determination that had been displayed earlier. Where Lance was a broken record in battle, Keith was a grenade. He was powerful and explosive, you pull the latch and you set him off. Despite how sharp and mature he had grown over the years, he was still unpredictable and his impulsiveness still edged its way through. But none of that was present now. Lance could just hear it in his voice how nervous he was getting. The soldiers in the room were all taken out for now but they had invaded a ship to save their friend after already taking out many. All of them were exhausted and Keith wasn’t just worrying about their success but it was all becoming real to him that somewhere close by they would be finding Shiro- hopefully in one piece. If Shiro was truly located somewhere near, the lack of guards would not be something that will become familiar.

Pidge opened the doors from her location. It worried Lance that she was off by herself in the control room alone, but he also knew that if they were going to maneuver their way through the ship and find Shiro that was the best way to do it. Pidge could handle herself, especially since she essentially had full control over every door in the place. The other four paladins started off down the hallway ahead.

“Okay guys, when you get up towards the end this hallway splits up into two directions. I’m sure they moved Shiro’s location once they realized that we were coming for him. He could be anywhere at this point so you’ll probably have to split up.”

“Hunk you go with Allura and I’ll take Lance. Search every room you can. Pidge let us know if we are coming up on any trouble or if the other group needs more than two people.” Hunk and Allura nodded and went to the left as Keith and Lance made their way down the right side.

The hallway was long and relatively empty, not many doors. The ones that they did see led to abandoned rooms. The guards must have changed position as well and they obviously figured out how to cover their location because Pidge was having trouble finding them too. They opened a door that appeared to be an elevator type thing so they got on and took it down to wherever it lead.

“Any sign of them Pidge?”

“Actually I don’t have sign of almost anything. Where did you and Lance go? All that I have on screen is Hunk and Allura.”

“We got on an elevator and it’s taking it down. Do you have control over anything in the bottom areas of the ship?”

“I’m not sure. I can try and access them but they are doing something to block me out.”

“Hunk and I will be on our way over there. That must be where all of the soldiers went.”

“No, you guys keep searching where you are. Lance and I can handle it and you might find something useful over there. Pidge do you have any idea how Coran and Matt are doing with the rest of the coalition on holding off Lotor’s forces?”

“They seem to have it covered as of right now, but I would hurry in case they need Voltron soon.”

They began to slow down and both him and Keith held up their weapons ready to attack. The doors opened to reveal three soldiers waiting and ready. Keith lunged for one as Lance picked off the other two with his pistols. Those were the only three that they could see right now but the hallway was lined with doors that could potentially hold several more. Lance changed his bayard into a gun more suitable for their situation. Keith used his hand to open the first door, holding his sword up as if expecting someone to jump out. It was empty. As well as the next five. The hallway broke off into two parts again at the end.

“Pidge any sight of us yet?”

“Not yet.”

“We aren’t splitting up Keith.”

“We need to cover more ground.”

“If we get into a mess with a lot of soldiers, neither of us can hold off alone. We make a good team. I’m not letting you go alone.”

“Fine, we’ll go left first.”

They opened a few more doors and still nothing.

“Hunk, do you guys have anything yet?”

“We found a few prisoners but not much else.”

Keith opened the next door and the first thing out of it was a shot from one of the enemy's guns. It missed both of them and they lunged forward into the fight. There were quite a few soldiers in the room but not too many that they couldn’t handle it. Lance’s gun was able to get just enough that Keith could get the rest. At some point he took out his marmora blade and used both swords to fight off the oncoming targets. The room cleared and Keith opened the door that was on the opposite side. A few more soldiers came through, but again they were able to handle it. The next door led to another hallway. The ship was big, but if they were starting to run into more guards then they must be getting closer to something. In this hallway they found a few more prisoners to add to Hunk and Allura’s count but other than that nothing more than another elevator. It was a risk going down but they came here on a rescue mission and they needed to complete it.

Keith was noticeable nervous now, but only in his movements. His face was stone cold- determination setting back in.

“We are going to find him.” Lance said. He didn’t know why. Truth be told, they don’t know if there will even be any Shiro left to find. Or if there will end up being any one to find him if they run into too many guards.

The doors opened again and Lance immediately began firing off. Picking off four soldiers off the bat. Keith ran ahead cutting the heads off of two and once and then turning around to stab one through the abdomen. They had to be getting close. More and more guards were flooding into the room but Keith and him continued to push through. They were an unstoppable team together. All of the training and time they had put into perfecting their skills was shining through in their performance.

Keith opened a door and there were two guards waiting. Lance shot one but the other but Keith had to fight more with the other. Lance ducked on in. The room was wide. There were cage like areas built into the wall with several prisoners held in each one as if they were animals in a zoo. There were tables spread out across the room and structures that appeared to be similar to cryopods along the walls. Some of them were filled, others were empty. The room appeared to be some sort of hospital wing but it was probably used for some form of torture of experimentation instead of healing. Beyond the prisoners and Keith and Lance the room remained empty. They managed to free the prisoners and warned them about the possibilities that they may face if they run into any galra soldiers. One of the prisoners told them that the other prisoners were being held in the hallway beyond the door. When they parted ways, Keith opened the door and sure enough it looked like they had entered a prison. There were doors lining the walls that had singular windows looking into them. Lance and Keith went along looking for a way to open all of the doors. They had to open each individually. The first couple held two or three prisoners. The next one was empty. The next one Keith opened looked empty at first, but then Lance noticed there was a body curled up in the corner.

“Shiro!”

He remained curled up staring at the wall. Not responding to Keith’s voice at all.

“Keith I’ve got him, go open up the other cells.” He looked at Lance in response, the look of fear briefly showing through the hard exterior before disappearing as he nodded and took off. Lance slowly inched his way over to the man in the corner. He reached his hand out ready to touch the shoulder of the man that Lance used to idolize. Before he could get to him, the man turned and jumped up quickly, surprising Lance as he lunged forward wrapping his hands around his throat.

“Sh-Shiro! It’s- me… Lan- Lance. We’re here- to res…”

Shiro’s face looked wrong. His scar across his nose had been extended to go completely across his face and was also accompanied by another that traveled from his temple to his cheek. He had a black eye and a beard that was very gray despite him only being in his late 20’s. His hair was down to his shoulders and There was more white spread throughout now rather than gathered in the tuft at the front. His eyes were bloodshot and his hands and face were dirty. He was wearing the same clothes that all of the other prisoners were wearing- a torn purple shirt and loose fitting ripped shorts. If Lance didn’t know who he was, he would have been scared for his life- but something told him that maybe he should be anyway.

“No! You’re fake. You are always fake just like the rest of them! Voltron was defeated years ago, no one is coming to rescue me! You’re not real!”

“Shiro… pl- please… I’m real… I’m really- Lance…” It was getting harder to talk and even more so to gasp for air. Shiro was going to kill him.

“Shiro, let him go!” Keith made his way into the room. Shiro’s focus moved to look at the other paladin but his grip didn’t loosen around Lance’s neck.

“Why are there two of you! There is only ever one simulation! What are you trying to do to me!” He turned his gaze back to Lance, the look in his eyes got crazier.

“Shiro! Let him go, it’s really me! It’s really Keith! Look at my face, I have a scar. The Keith you know doesn’t have one!”

Shiro looked up and took a good look at Keith’s face. At the scar that was painfully noticeable across the bottom of his face. Shiro’s eyes softened and looked back between him and Lance and he let go. Lance immediately retreated to join Keith’s side.

“But… that’s impossible. You are all dead… Voltron lost… I. You must be fake.” Anger filled his eyes again and he started to charge forward. Keith also ran forward and elbowed him in the side of the head, knocking Shrio out.

“I’m sorry Shiro, it’s for your own good.”

“How are we supposed to get him back out? What if we run into more guards?”

“We’ll just have to carry him and work that out when we get there. But we need to move now. Pide, Allura, Hunk, we have Shiro and we are on our way back up. Free as many more prisoners as you can and then get back to where we came in. We need to get him to a pod as fast as possible and then we have a fight to get back to. “

They made their way back through doors and down hallways. The elevator doors that they needed opened before they got there and out poured soldiers. Keith dropped Shiro on the ground behind him and ran forward into action. They picked their way through the crowd and got Shiro and loaded into the elevator. When they got to their destination, more guards crowded towards them. Lance stayed back in the space they had occupied picking them off at a distance as Keith fought his way forward. Lance held up is gun to shoot again as he felt the push of a swing and his gun flew out of his hand and hit the wall. He fell backwards, helmet hitting the ground below him hard. His vision blurred for a moment before he saw a soldier coming towards him. He reached over and grabbed his gun holding it up to aim. Before he could get his vision back enough to shoot though the soldier was on top of him trying to get his knife past Lance’s gun that he was not using as a shield.

“Keith!” He cried out for help from the other paladin but he doesn’t think that he heard him. He turned his focus back to the guard that was fighting on top of him and pushed as hard as he could with his gun. He could hear Keith’s swords cutting through the crowd. It amazed Lance the power that his boyfriend had in battle. Meanwhile he was struggling to fight off one person. He never excelled at upclose hand to hand battle, but Keith had taught him quite a few things in their training.

The soldier managed to knock his gun to the side and he put his knife up to Lance’s helmet. He hit the glass covering his face, cracking the material.

“You really thought you could win against the Galra empire. You pathetic humans actually believed that your precious Voltron would stand a chance against the emperor” the soldier began as he hit the glass again making Lance wince. It shattered with the next hit getting all over Lance’s face. He could feel some of the shards cutting into his cheek. His face was exposed. “I wonder what it will feel like to kill a member of the great Voltron.” He put his knife up to his face next to his eyebrow. “Just how do I want to do it is the question.”

The tip of the knife pushed its way ever so slightly into his skin. He felt the blood began to rush from the area down his face. A scream erupted from his throat as the searing pain tore through his skull. The knife began to move downward cutting past his eyebrow, directly down. Lance couldn’t move. The only thing he could do was scream in horror and pain as the knife moved slowly down his face. Just as the knife was reaching his mouth, the movement suddenly stopped, the soldier falling over to the side dead. Lance’s hands came up to hold his face. The screams still tearing out of him.

“Lance! Oh my god we have to go now! You need to get to a pod immediately!”

Lance knew he had to get up, but the pain was unbearable.

“Hunk get here…”

The world went black before he heard the rest of the sentence.

“Lance… Lance… Come back to us. We miss you.”

Brightness flooded his eyes as they shot open. He opened his mouth and coughed up something that he didn’t want to think about and began taking deep breaths as if he hadn’t breathed in oxygen in years. As the brightness of the world began to dim, he slowly sat himself up and squinted at the sight in front of him. An empty beach with pure white sand and water blue and clear expanding for miles out into the edge of the earth. Varadero. He was home.

Joy filled his body, healing him from whatever state he had just woken up from. Lance pulled himself up from his resting place in the sand and ran towards the water he had waited for years to finally see again. He didn’t know how he got there or what happened to him he just knew that he had not been this happy in a while.

It was a perfect day outside, he was surprised he was the only person on the beach. The sky was clear and the sun was out but there he was, lonesome in the best place on the planet Earth. He ran into the water fully clothed and splashed around as if he were a child once again. He scooped the clear ocean into his hands and poured it on top of his head causing his hair to glue itself to his forehead. It was real. It felt so real.

He felt a nudge in his stomach- as if his body was pulling him. He followed as if on an invisible leash and turned to face the deserted sand again. The shops and buildings lined the background beyond the sand- as empty as the beach was. Lance began to walk out of the water and as he neared the shore he noticed that he was in fact not alone. There was a person- they looked short from the distance- but it was a man. He had medium length black hair from what Lance could see and was carrying an item of clothing in each hand. Lance walked onto the damp sand and drew closer to the man in front of him.

“Keith? Is that you?”

The man just smiled and turned around and began to walk. Lance followed closely behind curiously following the strange pull that was still present in his body that was now spreading to his limbs.

The man- Keith apparently- led him to one of the houses that resided close to the beach’s edge. It was relatively small compared to some of the others that stood ground along the beach. Elevated from the ground and yellow in color the memories of the house flooded back into Lance’s mind. It was their house. His family’s. The one that they stayed in when they visited the beach. He watched as Keith climbed the stairs and then stood on the balcony- waiting. Lance followed shortly, wondering what exactly was going on. He made it to the top and looked out at the view that Keith was looking at.

“I’ve been wanting to bring you here since I met you at the garrison.” Keith just turned and smiled at him. Lance just wanted to kiss him but he felt like he couldn’t for some reason.

“It’s almost over Lance. You need to wake up now.”

“Wake up? I just woke up on the beach about 20 minutes ago.”

Keith held up the two items of clothing that resided in his hand. One was his jacket, the one he wore all of the time in the early years of being apart of Voltron. It was his older brothers from forever ago. It was dirty and green and completely outdated but it was his favorite piece of clothing he owned. It reminded him of home when he needed it the most. The other was his helmet from his paladin armor. The original blue that he knew he truly was deep down despite being the red paladin for so many years now. It was scratched from the hardships he had faced in his past. The universe had been saved in that helmet- obviously, or else he wouldn’t be in the place he was.

“Why do you have those Keith?”

“You have a choice to make. I’m not going to tell you which one to choose, but we need you Lance.”

“What do you mean? We saved the universe, that’s why we are here.”

“You have to choose Lance. It’s time to wake up.”

Lanced looked between the two items. There was obviously something wrong. Keith’s voice sounded calm and soothing but it was beginning to worry Lance. His old jacket or his helmet. What did Keith mean it’s time to wake up? He continued to glance between the two and reached his hand out to touch the damaged piece of armor.

Pain shot through his head as soon as his hand touched the cool piece of armor. He covered the area over his right eye. It felt as if someone was taking a knife to his face. His whole body crumpled onto the wooden floor of the deck at Keith’s feet. He glanced up, looking at the man in front of him with his one good eye.

“Keith! What’s happening to me?”

“You’re waking up Lance. It’ll all be okay. Wake up now, we need you.”

The air around him began to grow really cold, making the hair on his arms and legs stand up from being not only wet, but also exposed in his shorts and tshirt. He looked out at the beach beyond. Everything looked so calm out there. In the distance he could see a ground of people all crowded around each other. His family.

“No, wait! I have to go see them!”

They all waved towards him, they could see him and he was about to “wake up” apparently.

“Keith please! I have to see them! I can’t leave them again!”

Lance tried to stand up but his legs felt weak. The pain in his eye was beginning to get worse. The world began to get brighter again but his vision was starting to blur and get darker around the edges.

“Please… Keith.”

The world around him faded to black.

The cold was chilling to the bone. It got underneath his skin and made its way through his body as he woke up. The next sensation was the brightness. It seemed familiar but this one took longer to go away. The world came slowly into focus and then he began to fall forward. He felt arms wrap around his stomach supporting his weight, keeping him from falling into the ground. He looked up at the face of the person who caught him- it was Hunk.

Hunk looked the same as he always had but over the years Lance hadn’t realized how much his best friend had really matured. His face had slimmed up from all of the training they do but he was still large in build. He looked older and less anxious about everything around him- rather he almost appeared calm except the more he looked at Lance’s face the more Lance noticed the worry begin to flood his eyes. His hair was longer now but he was still wearing his bandana that he loved and he had a beard. Lance doesn’t remember a lot but he was glad to see a familiar face- especially that of his best friend. The only thing that seemed off was that the world seemed closed off on his right side.

“How are you feeling Lance?”

“Well I’m freezing cold and am having to lean on you for support. So basically like every trip to cryopods. But something is wrong with my eyes, I can’t see out of my right one. Did something happen to my vision? Should I go back into the pod?”

“About that…”

The doors to the room opened and the rest of his team plus Matt flooded into the opening being led by Allura and Keith. Keith set his focus on Lance and walked straight forward, closing the distance when he finally made it to him with his mouth. Keith’s hands were on the sides of Lance’s face, keeping him close as he kissed him. When they finally separated, Keith's arms moved to his waist where he pulled him in for a hug and buried his head into Lance’s neck.

“You don’t ever worry me like that ever again. I thought we lost you.”

Despite them being in a relationship for quite a while now, there was hardly ever any public affection between them beyond holding hands and the occasional hug or kiss and even then they were initiated by Lance. It was just never Keith’s thing so it shocked Lance that he was being so open in front of the whole team. The rest of the people crowded around them as Keith let go of his waist but wrapped his arm around his shoulders as if to hold him up even though Lance was sure he would be fine by now.

“How are you feeling Lance?” Allura asked him. She looked a little worried, in fact all of them did. They were all staring at his face as if he had grown a third eye or something.

“Feeling almost as great as I look, Princess.” He smiled at her and gave her his signature wink. It was habit of his to “flirt” with her now after he had to spend any amount of time in a pod. He could hear the sighs travel around and could almost feel Keith roll his eyes in response.

“Yep, he’s fine.” Pidge said.

“No but seriously, how are you feeling Lance?”

“Well my body feels fine, but my vision is wrong. I can’t see out of my right eye. Do I need to go back into the pod for a little bit longer maybe? I might have come out too early.”

“Lance…” He watched as the faces of his teammates dropped to look at his feet instead of his face. “You can’t see out of your right eye because you no longer have a right eye…”

Lance just stared at Allura in shock. That couldn’t be right. He had to have his right eye. This has to be a mistake, that is the eye he uses to shoot and he can’t have lost it.

Shatter, pain, blood, black.

“No…” He held his hand up to his face. He could feel a line on his face that went straight down, almost to his lips, and sure enough it went straight across his closed eyelid that was missing the bump that would be normally remain there. He turned around to look at himself in the glass of the pod. His face was covered in small scars, but that he was used to- he just had a few more that have been added to his collection he got over the years of fighting. But now there was a red mark that traveled the length of his face, making his complection look dark and unrecognizable.

“We’re so sorry Lance, but not even a cryopod could fix what had happened to your eye. We did everything that we could with the limited amount of resources and time we had.” Allura’s voice sounded calm yet sad. He believed her though, he knew the risks of joining a war and now he was looking at the effects of them literally in the face using his reflection. He put on a smile and turned around to face the group.

“So Keith, do I look hotter with a scar across my face?”

Everyone rolled there eyes in response and Keith gave him a smile even though he could tell what Lance was doing. Hiding his pain within his jokes for the sake of everyone else. Always for the betterment of the team.

“Hunk, how is Shiro doing?” Matt chimed in. Lance turned and noticed that another pod was being used, occupied by shiro himself. He looked frail and still a little sickly but Lance knew the power that was hidden behind that look. He had experienced it first hand on the mission.

“He seems like he is healing well, but I think he will have to spend another quintant or so.”

“He will need some close supervision when he wakes up. Poor guy has a lot of catching up to do,” Pidge commented.

“Right. Well he is not the only one. I believe we have another member of the team that needs a run through of our most recent events.” Allura said as she turned and began to walk towards the door. “Lance, go freshen up and we’ll have a meeting in the control room in 30 doboshes.”

Lance took one last look at their former leader and turned back to Keith. Keith- still holding onto his arm- began to walk forward with him. They made their way back to Lance’s room to get a change of clothes so that he wouldn’t be stuck in the skin tight suit he had been wearing in the sleep pod. Over the years they had collected clothes and garments from the different planets they visited as well as buying a few from a few “Earth stores” in space malls and borrowing random clothing items from around the castle. But despite having all of this to choose from, he went with his old blue and white baseball shirt that had a couple of holes in the front from wearing too much. He was a little surprised it still fit him after so long but it had always been a little big and he didn’t think that his size had changed all that much. Instead of jeans he opted for his blue pajama pants. It was a recap meeting and he just got out of cryosleep- he was going to wear his pajamas.

“You’ll be okay won’t you?” Lance could hear the hesitation in Keith’s voice. He sounded scared of the words as if he was anticipating a bad response from them. Which he had the right to, Lance did in fact just lose his eye along with becoming the owner of a rather impressive scar.

“Yeah. I think I will be. I hope.” He looked up into the mirror that was on the wall of his room. Like with Hunk, Lance had never really paid attention to the changes that edged their way into his complexion over the years. Keith’s were extremely noticeable when he first came back- there was no way of missing the changes that took place over the time he was away from the team. It was the same with Shiro as well. Both people had obviously grown and their expressions had flipped from where they were when they first began this mission so long ago. But Lance- Lance had a hard time seeing much change in himself. When they arrived years ago at the castle- all Lance was able to see was a cargo pilot who got lucky. The second place winner- always one step behind the star pupil who had once again joined him. Never original. Never really needed. Just there. Now when he looked at himself he saw age. Lance never pictured himself to be the grown up type but he could see it in his own eyes the toll that war has taken on him but also hope- something that wasn’t present in the beginning. He was himself. Confident and genuine in his looks. He was roughed up but he had lost the selfish conceitedness that followed him around when he was 17 and now recognized his looks and how they remained despite the closed gash down his face.

He turned to look at Keith remembering how long it took him to get to the point that he is at now. He didn’t do it alone but he also would not be where he was now if he had attempted to take care of the situation himself.

“You know, I think that is the exact spot you were standing when you came into my room to apologize for making me break my hand,” Lance teased.

“If I remember correctly you broke your own hand because you were so head over heels in love with me that you couldn’t handle it.”

“Nope. I don’t remember it happening that way. Didn’t happen.”

Keith smiled in response but didn’t continue with the banter. He simply walked over to Lance’s door and opened it for the two of them to walk through. They made their way down to the control room where the rest of the team were waiting in their respective chairs minus Allura who was accompanied by Matt and Coran in the middle of the room.

“Ah Lance, Keith, please have a seat.” She pulled up the star map of the universe and suddenly they were all among the stars as if they were floating around in space right now. This was always Lance’s favorite part of this room. He liked the feeling of being surrounded by the stars. “This is the universe as we knew it when the four of you paladins first joined me and Coran about 5 deca-phebes ago.” She hit a button and the stars changed. Suddenly many of them were purple or red, with only a few lit up yellow. Lance knew what this was- it was the galra empire. They had seen this map on multiple occasions for planning but he doesn't remember the empire being so big when he first started.

“The purple is what was under full galra control, the red is completely destroyed planets and the yellow were all of the free planets remaining at the time,” Coran explained. All of them already knew this information though- it might have been the first time ever any of them were able to catch on to what he was talking about.

“And this is the galra empire as of right now.” Allura pressed another button and the entirety of what they were seeing changed. A few more red planets popped up but the purple planets significantly went down being replaced by yellow ones.

“Because of you and your work with Voltron- along with the help of the blade of marmora, Matt and the rebels and of course the rest of the coalition- we have managed to almost completely take out the galra empire. Prince Lotor is dead and the empire has begun to dismantle itself. There are only a few planets left that will just need some slight convincing and then we are looking at a universe free of the galra rule.”

“Woah woah woah woah… hold on there princess. Lotor is dead? How long was I in the pod for?”

“Just a couple of quintants. The battle that put you into that pod ended not much later on after that.”

“But how? You guys couldn’t even form Voltron! And not only that but you had two dying people to get out of the galra ship and into the castle.”

“We put you and Shiro into the red lion with some of the refugees from the ship and put in the castles coordinates. You guys went straight there but when Coran came and got you, you had lost a lot of blood. It worried all of us,” Pidge chimed in.

“It was insane dude. After Red left, we all boarded our lions and we’re coming up with a plan and Keith was all like ‘follow me’ and just straight up flew to where Lotors ship was. Pidge of course took care of the one we were on before we left it. But it was crazy, we took out so many enemy ships with just the four of us but Keith was on fire out there,” Hunk looked excited as he gave the details behind their victory not realizing how bad it made Lance feel that he wasn’t there to help fight.

“Wow you guys, so it’s really over? We get to go home now?”

“Well it’s not quite over. There are still a few small planets that are invaded by galra forces but those will be dismantled easily. You four, and hopefully Shiro when he is ready, are set to attend a few peace meetings in different galaxies. But once we finish those last few items of business, yes, you all will get to return to your home.”

She spoke as if the whole time they were here they were just some sort of intergalactic imbassadors arguing with other leaders over business matters. As if the last few years of their childhood hadn’t been taken away from them as they were swept up into a war that hardly concerned them when they joined. It almost didn’t seem real. If he wasn’t standing in an actual alien spaceship castle floating through the universe to a planet galaxies away from his home on earth, the whole thing seemed as if it could just be a fever dream. Some sort of hallucination that his mind had created to cover up something going on in his mind. Maybe he hadn’t actually been a pilot. Maybe he hadn’t fallen in love. Maybe he hadn’t been on the crazy dangerous adventure of a lifetime. Maybe it was all fake.

Keith must have noticed his soiraling because as soon as he felt the cool touch of Keith’s hand as it slipped into his own, he returned to reality. It was real. This was real.

“So princess, where to first?”

It was night time in the New Mexico desert that they had left years before after they entered back into Earth’s atmosphere.

They had said their goodbyes to Coran and the lions back in the castle when they finally completed their last mission and returned to planet Arus where the journey had begun. The five original paladins plus one princess and brother loaded into the blue lion as they had done so many years ago. They were finally going home. Lance had offered to fly since this would be the first time having been in Blue since the switch, but Allura had to take on the position seeing as Lance was still adjusting to having monocular vision. Losing an eye had impeded on his ability to perform certain tasks. He could still fly a lion but if something was in his blind spot he couldn’t see it in time to move out of the way. His aim was off a lot of the time when he shot now too. He had been right eye dominant when he used his bayard and though he was still really good with his left, it wasn’t the same. Not only that but it messed with his depth perception and so everyone decided it was better just to have Allura pilot them all back to Earth.

It was the most people that had ever been inside a lion at one time, the next most being the five of them when they arrived at the Castle of Lions. It was a tight squeeze but luckily they knew the ride wouldn’t be very long. In a matter of minutes they would be back on Earth. Home.

Lance let his mind wander to the possibilities of how much the planet could have changed. They didn’t even know exactly what year they would be returning to, even though they could take a pretty good guess. The world continued spinning without them and had no idea that because of them it was able to do so. He wondered if his family would recognize him. He wondered if Keith would come with him when he went home or if he would stay at his shack. Would they all be admitted back into the garrison? Would their story get out and they be world heros? Or would the only people on the planet to ever know about their mysterious disappearance be their families in the five of them? Would they even speak to each other in the years to follow, or would they all just remain apart of each others secret war driven past? Lance had looked forward to coming home and seeing his family again since they arrived, but now that he was leaving he realized that there was a possibility of him leaving his new family behind. He didn’t want to believe that that was even in the question.

The ride back to earth was silent. Moments later they felt the feet of Blue land on the hard desert ground.

“Now, be careful when you exit the lion. Coran said that the air here might make you sick from the smell and that you might be a little disoriented while trying to walk. It shouldn’t be bad on you guys since you have been in areas with gravity almost this whole time and exited and reentered other planets atmospheres perfectly fine.” She stared out at them sadly for a moment. “I don’t know how I could ever fully express how grateful I am that all of you- even if by mistake- found my castle. Without you the universe would have been taken over and the lives of uncountable innocent lives would have been taken. Our time together was long and rough and though I’m sad to see you go, you all have earned your freedom. I can only hope that the universe remains at peace, but I also hope that this won’t be our final goodbye. There couldn’t have been more brave and selfless people to become the paladins of Voltron.” They could all see her begin to tear up.

Shiro was the first person to go up to her, he took her hand in his and kissed it. “It was an honor to serve you princess- even though my service was of short time.” Her arms wrapped around him, holding him close.

“Oh I can’t take this anymore- group hug!” Hunk cried out while pulling every one in front of him towards Shiro and Allura to join their hug.

This really was the end of their adventure.

Allura opened up Blue to allow them go leave after they all said their goodbyes. They exited the lion for, as far as they knew, the last time ever. Lance put his hand on the cold blue metal after the entrance closed.

“Goodbye Blue. We had a good run.” He felt the dull hum in the back of his mind as if she was purring in response. They stepped back away from the robotic lion and watched as Allura powered her on and flew off into the night sky back out into the universe.

“Well now what?” Hunk asked the group.

“She dropped us off at the same place where we found the lion in the first place so we shouldn’t be all that far from my house.”

“You mean that wooden shack?” Pidge questioned. She was right, it wasn’t much of a house more than it was a shed like thing.

“Yes, Pidge. The wooden shack.”

They began making their way back towards the general direction where they believed the house would be. None of them actually thought out a plan for what their next steps would be once they made it back to Earth. Probably because it didn’t seem like reality to any of them yet. They were here. They may be lost, a little rough around the edges, and slightly queasy from the smell of the air, but they were all home and everything was okay now.

After what seemed like forever of walking around, Keith finally began to recognize some things around the area. The air was cold from it being nighttime in the middle of spring, despite being in the middle of the desert, and it almost felt as if it was going to rain. Lance kind of hoped that it would start. He missed the rain almost as much as he missed his family. Eventually they made it to the thing that Keith had called a house years before. It was still standing, but it looked like some of the windows had been broken through. Probably caused by the garrison after the four of them went missing with Shiro.

The sun was starting to rise in the distance which was good. It gave them a time estimate as well as light in a house that had no electricity.

“There will probably be people coming out to investigate what just landed in the middle of the desert soon. Probably the garrison, so we might not want to be here long. Do you think your radio still works Keith?” Shiro asked, making a point. They probably really didn’t want to be here when people sent search parties out. Especially the garrison. They probably got plenty of bad representation in the media after not just three of their members went missing a year before but also three current and one former student also disappearing. And all of them had seen how they were treating Shiro when he returned to earth. None of them wanted that. At all.

Keith went over and turned some of the dials on the several radios he had on a shelf. A few of them turned on blasting the static sound of an empty station out into the room. Keith turned the volume down on them and started flipping through stations. A few local music stations were playing songs that none of them had ever heard before. Keith just skipped past those unless they were on a commercial that might give them information on the date or time at all. Keith had found a news station that was giving them the weather, which gave them the date. The time was 6:30 in the morning on April 19th- no year added.

“Hey do any of you remember what frequencies the garrison used for communication? I might be able to find it if this one radio will work.” He hit the top of the one he had been messing with and it came to life. “Or not. Guess I didn’t change it after listening in that you had gotten back. I did spend a lot of time overhearing conversations on here.”

Shiro gave Keith a disapproving look before walking up to the radio and turning up the volume. It was only the crackle of silence that greeted them.

“Pidge, Hunk, Matt, my hoverbike was out back. Could you guys go see if you can get it to work again? We should probably stay here in case they say anything.” The three of them nodded and went out the door and walked around to the back where the bike was parked. Lance doubted it worked right now, if it even had any gas, being as it had been years since it was last used. But if anyone could get the thing to work again, it was those three. The three of them remaining inside sat on the couch waiting for a noise to be made on one of the radios.

“So what are we going to do when they get that thing fixed?” Lance asked. He was beginning to get worried about the fate of them all in the near future.

“Well, I have some spare money around here somewhere, so we can take that, hop on my hoverbike and fly down to the garrison if you guys think we could get away with it. Otherwise I figure we would just fly past it into the city and see if we can get somewhere from Albuquerque. I mean, I don’t have anywhere to go except here, but the rest of you have families to get back to. You can’t just stay out in the middle of the desert forever.”

“You aren’t really planning on staying here are you Keith?”

“It’s my only home Lance. It’s the only place I have ever lived outside of the house I lived in as a child in Texas and the garrison. Where else am I supposed to go?”

“Come with me. Back to Florida. You can meet my family and stay there for a while until we figure out what we are all going to do next.”

“I agree with Lance, Keith. You can’t stay out here in the house. It doesn’t even have windows anymore. If you don’t want to go to Florida then I’m sure you will be welcome to come with me to my parents house. They loved having you over the breaks when you were a student.”

“I can’t go to Florida with you Lance. You haven’t seen your family in who knows how long, I don’t want to get in the way of your reunion.”

“You won’t, I promise. But you just can’t stay here. I won’t let you.”

The door to the house opened, halting the conversation that they were having among themselves. Pidge stuck her head in through the crack.

“The bikes back on. I don’t know if we will all fit on there at one time though. I mean we barely all fit the first time and now we have an extra person. We could always try, but it might end up requiring two trips to wherever and you don’t have a huge amount of fuel left.”

Keith looked around the room and then back at Lance.

“Okay, we will figure it out in a minute. I have to grab a few things and then we can go.”

He began looking around the room for a few items. Almost everything had been knocked from the shelves sometime long ago during a search of the shack. He grabbed a bag out of a small closet that he had on a wall and began to put some things in it. He put his marmora knife in there, as well as two dusty books that had been knocked to the floor, and a blanket covered in several holes that was laying across the small dusty couch. He began to push the couch to the side and stepped on a few floorboards. One had a hollow sound when his food made contact with the wood and he got down on his knees to pry the loose board up. In there was wads of cash. More than would ever be expected for a guy that was living in a shack in the middle of a desert to have. He put all of it into his bag and threw the strap over his shoulder.

“I’m ready.”

“Where the quiznack did you get all of that money?”

“I’ve been saving it. And then my dad had some hidden here from when he lived here. And then he left me some when he went missing. Also just because I lived in a shack, we weren’t exactly poor Lance. I mean I got into the garrison, but I didn’t receive a full scholarship and I had my own hoverbike.”

“Fair points. I guess I always just thought that you had stolen the bike though.” Keith just rolled his eyes and the three of them walked out of the door and out back to where Hunk, Pidge and Matt were.

“Okay, I think we can all go at the same time as long as everyone holds on tight and doesn’t move a lot. It may be slow, but I’d rather be slow than risk not being able to get back. I think we should all just go straight into Albuquerque and figure out the rest from there. Pidge, Matt, do you still remember how to get to your house from the garrison, because we should go there first.” They both nodded in response.

Somehow they all managed to make themselves fit on the bike, balancing out the weight enough so that it was able to float completely off of the ground.

“Hold on tight, everybody.”

Keith began to move forward causing everybody to lurch forward. They might not have been going as fast as they could be, but it certainly wasn’t slow either. Keith flew straight ahead towards where the nearest road into the city would be. Once they made it to the road, they realized that it might look a little strange- not to mention a little illegal- to have so many people riding on a hoverbike at once, but they didn’t care. They had places to be. The sun had completely risen by now and the temperature around them had begun to rise. In the distance they could see the nearing city. At one point they passed a huge sign that read United States Galaxy Garrison: School of Military and Space Technology- next right. Lance just glanced at it as they quickly sped past, thinking of all of the things that could have been.

He blanked out for most of the ride, but somewhere in there Matt and Pidge had successfully navigated their way to the house that they had previously called home. He hadn’t been into the city since a few nights before their departure from planet earth, but it already looked different than it had when they had left. It made sense, they had been gone for years now. It was beginning to look like some of the civilizations that had been set up on other planets. Extremely futuristic and advanced. Lots of lights and almost everyone using hover vehicles now rather than on the ground cars- whereas before it had mainly just been bikes like Keith (which were big enough to practically be cars anyway). There were some new buildings that looked different from the modern that was modern when they left as well. But once they entered the neighborhood, everything looked as it was when they left it. The houses were still there as they had been for years and years. A few new ones stood out, but most of them were still the classic looking ones that they were all used to.

The Holt household looked like many of the other houses in the neighborhood. It was tan with the typical spanish style roof. Two storied and had a white garage. They figured the house still belonged to Pidge and Matt’s mother because the mailbox out front still read the Holt’s in big bold, red letters. Keith parked the bike in the driveway and they all got off the bike, hoping that she would be home. Matt grabbed Pidges hand as they walked up to the front door, the rest of the group following shortly behind. The doorbell rang.

“I already told you people…” She began as she opened the door, freezing when she looked up at her two children.

Lance had never seen Colleen Holt, but he had heard a lot about her. Her hair was down to her shoulders and there were hints of gray mixed in with the same light brown that covered Matt and Pidge’s heads. You could tell she was their mom, because besides the wrinkles that were beginning to form on her face the two now grown up kids were the spitting image of their mother. Her eyes were large, brown and sad. But right now she looked shocked- and as if she wasn’t breathing. She opened the door all the way slowly and reached her hands out as if she was going to touch the faces of the two kids she couldn’t believe were really there.

“Matt… Katie… Is that really you?” Tears were beginning to form in her eyes as the realization hit her that it was really them. Her arms wrapped around the back of both of their necks as she violently pulled them into the tightest hug that Lance had ever seen. Matt and Pidge let it happen as they wrapped their arms around their mother who they had not seen in way too long.

When they finally released each other, Mrs. Holt let everyone inside. They all gave a brief summary of the events that took place, explaining their disappearance as best as they could. Matt and Pidge would catch her up on the rest- filling in whatever details they could later. She was more than willing to let everyone stay there for the night to get some rest before they went out to find their families. Shiro would be staying with them for a while until he was able to go back out to San Francisco to try and find his parents. Meanwhile- Lance and Hunk would be going back to Florida where their families still remained and bring Keith along with them.

Lance and Keith were put in the spare bedroom for the night. Lance was so physically exhausted that it should have been extremely easy for him to sleep, but he couldn’t get his mind to rest. In just a few days he would be back with his family in Palmetto. But what if they weren’t okay? What if something happened to someone while he was gone? What if they didn’t recognize him when he got back? There were too many what if’s that were running through his mind. He knew he should be relieved to be back on earth where he belonged, but the only calming thing that he had at the moment was Keith who had already drifted to sleep hours ago. Eventually, during some point in the night, Lance was finally able to drift to sleep from the calming breathing of Keith beside him and the familiar sounds of planet earth outside.

The next morning after Colleen had fed them all an actual breakfast that they all devoured in matter of minutes and updated them briefly on the world as it was apparently almost six years from when they left later. She packed snacks for the three boys and insisted that they take her car since it was newer than Keith’s bike, it didn’t run on traditional fuel so they could get longer distances without stopping and since she mostly used her husband’s old car anyway, just for the sake of keeping it. Keith seemed hesitant to take the car, since he preferred his bike, but eventually gave in since they all couldn’t travel the full 26 hours on the back of the hoverbike.

This round of goodbyes was harder than the last ones with Allura and Coran. None of them in this moment knew what the future held for them. They had been connected in ways that no other people have been connected before- including being literally inside of their heads. Six years of saving the universe together and then suddenly it was over and they didn’t know when the next time they would be seeing any of the others again, if they ever would. Lance had to force the tears to stay behind. He had to stay strong. He hugged each of them individually, promising to get in touch when they made it to Florida. Hunk of course, called for a group hug again. Possibly the last one ever.

They dropped Hunk off at his family’s house. Lance and Keith didn’t stay around very long to see his mom’s reactions to him returning home. Lance couldn’t wait any longer. He was literally minutes away from him family and had been shaking so bad in the passenger's seat of the car for the past hour that Keith has asked him if he needed to pull over on multiple occasions.

Lance wasn’t sure why exactly he was getting so worked up about seeing his family. He knew he should be excited and relieved. After so many years they would get to see him and he would finally get to be home- the only place he could think about for the entirety of his space adventure. They would get to meet Keith and hopefully they would love him as much as he did. Maybe that was the source of his nerves. Or at least the thought that allowed for the others to form. To grow and fester that an infected wound that wouldn’t go away no matter what treatment it received. The wound has become Lance and Lance can never get rid of it no matter how hard he tries. Sometimes it just gets better for a while. Before, his family had been his treatment for it- and in space that job eventually turned to Keith, now he was about to have both.

Maybe it was time for it to completely heal.

Keith turned the final corner in the neighborhood, leaving Lance’s house to be only a blink away. His breath hitched in his throat as the car passed the familiar fronts of his neighbor’s yards. The red car pulled up to the curb and came to a stop. The driveway was full of cars, most he didn’t recognize. They looked newer, and they probably belonged to his older siblings. The engine cut off leaving the two of them in the dark, silent car waiting. Lance didn’t really want to go up right now. He was scared of what he would find. He knew it was still his home- but what if it wasn’t his home? He felt the cold touch of Keith’s hand as it folded itself over his shaking ones that rested in his lap.

“Are you ready?”

“I wish I was being asked that question six years ago instead of now.”

“What do you mean? Do you not want to go see them?”

“No. I want to see them more than anything in the world right now, but what if they don’t want to see me? What if too many things have changed and I can’t ever catch up again? What if they have moved on and left me in the dust? What if they don’t feel like my family anymore Keith? What the fuck am I supposed to do then?” He knew the thoughts were irrational, but they flowed through him. Taking over and controlling his thoughts. What if. What if? What if . It was becoming too much. Lance could feel his body starting to shake as the words rattled through his body, shaking him to his core. Becoming him.

“That is ridiculous, Lance. Of course they want to see you! Haven’t you seen how Pidge and Hunk moms reacted to them coming home. For six years, your families have thought all of you were dead at the age of 17. They are going to be thrilled when they find out their son is still alive. Lance, it’ll be okay. I promise. I’m here.”

He looked up at Keith’s face and saw how serious he was being. Lance didn’t have to look to know that he meant what he said though. Keith always took Lance��s moments seriously and always had Lance’s back. The problem wasn’t Keith though, the problem was Lance. It was always him. He knew everything Keith said was right but it felt so wrong that his whole body was rejecting it. Lance knew he couldn’t wait any longer for the inevitable though. He looked back down at their intertwined hands and squeezed his boyfriends in response to the one he was given earlier. I sign saying ‘I’m going to be okay. I promise.’

“We better go before it gets too late and everyone is asleep,” Keith said. He wasn’t pushing Lance but Lance took it as momentum to get up. He nodded and as he let go of Keith’s hand he opened the passengers side door and stepped out. He stretched for a moment as he waited for Keith to come around to his side. They locked hands again and made their way up the sidewalk to the blue front door of the house Lance had lived in his whole life.

Lance doesn’t remember ringing the doorbell. He doesn’t remember holding his breath. But his whole life comes back into focus when the door swings open revealing the aging face of his beautiful mother.

“Can I… Mijo…?”

“I’m so sorry Mami. I…” She paused for a moment, bringing her hand up and running her thumb along the scarred skin running down his face. A tear rolled down from his left eye and she stopped, reached forward and grabbed Lance, pulling him in as tight as she could. Lance wrapped his arms around her and leaned his head into her shoulder. Keith could tell by the way his shoulders were shaking that he was in tears.

Keith had seen Lance’s mother when they connected minds during training but not very often and definitely not recently. She was short, especially next to Lance who towered over her. Her hair was short and the same color as Lance’s but graying here and there. Her and him shared the same beautiful deep and soft skin. Lance seemed to get a lot of his looks from his mother, but Keith’s favorite were the eyes. As blue as the ocean and the holders of so much feeling and emotion. It was amazing. He just stood by watching as the two of them embraced each other for the first time in years. They didn’t break away until footsteps could be heard coming down the hall.

“Mama, it’s late. Who’s at the door?”

A girl with long brown hair and glasses came into the view of the doorway. She was about the same height as Lance, looked about 30 years old and was dressed in pajamas- obviously not planning to have come to the door.

“Hey Cami.” Lance waved to his oldest sister with his free hand being as his mom was holding onto the other arm as if she was never going to let it go.

“Holy fuck… it’s you!”

“Camilla! Watch your language!” Another voice came into the doorway. A man with a head full of gray hair and a trimmed beard. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and pajama pants, again dressed for something other than coming to the door as his daughter was. Lance’s father. “Son?”

Lance just stepped forward and brought his father in to a hug as he did with his mother. Mean while, Lance’s sister- Camilla- could be heard running into the next rooms announcing the return of the lost brother. Pretty soon there were six or seven people crowding around the doorway waiting to see if the word was true. Sure enough Lance McClain was back. He was finally home.

-1 week later -

The wind blew pulling a chill down his spine as little bits of hard sand came up to run over his legs and hands. The air was colder than normal and the sky was clouding back over for the second time today. It had rained earlier leaving the air lingering in the fresh scent from the morning shower. Most of the sand had dried on the beach and the sea was rushing around in the wind waiting to be stirred up again from the replenishing water that the sky was about to provide.

The beach was empty as of the moment minus Lance who had traveled down here alone. It was the first time he had been down to the beach since his reunion with his family only a week ago. Him and Keith hadn’t had time to come down here with all of the craziness that had followed with their return. So the moment the world began to mellow out for even a second, Lance followed the desire to run his hands through the white sand and waves and made his way on down here. Sure he felt guilty for leaving Keith alone in his house with his family but he was in the middle of playing some flight simulator game with his older brother Nick that he didn’t want to come between. Keith would be fine, they loved him from the moment Lance had said ‘this is Keith… my boyfriend.’

So he was alone. The only things to accompany him being his thoughts he can’t escape, the sea and old memories that danced around in his mind. Sure, this beach wasn’t Varadero with its lively atmosphere and green waters flowing with memories of a childhood from long ago, but it was something else special. It was the beach he spent most of his time on as a kid after they had moved here. It was where he belonged.

Lance tried not to think about the others. He hadn’t spoken to Pidge, Matt or Shiro much since their goodbye other than to tell them they made it. He tried not to think about Allura and Coran. Eventually he knew, the six of them would have to come together to come up with a plan on how they would address the fact that they were still alive to the world, but they had already saved the world so it at least owed them a break- so Lance decided he wouldn’t think about that either. It was hard though, not to relive the memories of a war in space. That was all he had known the past several years of his life and then it was dropped- the weight of the universe literally being lifted off his shoulders. He was as free as the ocean directly in front of him.

His mind began to wander as the sound of crashing water put him in a trance blocking out the entire world around him. He didn’t notice when the temperature began to drop more, or that the sun had begun to set in the distance. He didn’t notice the light footsteps coming up behind him either until a hand lightly fell on his shoulder pulling him awake.

“Your mom sent me down here to tell you that dinner is almost ready” Keith said as Lance turned his head over his left shoulder to look at his boyfriend smiling down at him. He watched as Keith’s face turned back up facing the sea out in front of him, hand still on Lance’s shoulder. Lance followed to where his eyes were looking. The scene in front of them was stunning. “So this is what you’ve been dying to show me all week, huh? It’s amazing.” Lance took hold of his hand and tugged him down to pull him in the sand beside him.

“We can go back in a minute. It’s always beautiful but it hardly ever looks like this.” The world may be cut off from his view on one side, but he didn't need both eyes to realize that this was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.

The sky was cloudy and the sun setting causing the world around them to look purple. The reds and blues meeting in the middle, swirling their way around the clouds making shade of dark and light. The purple above was reflecting off the water making the forming and crashing waves of the never quiet sea turn a beautiful deep color unlike one Lance has ever seen. The world was still and silent in contrast of the recklessness of the ocean. It was the calm before the storm- waiting and preparing for what was to come. But how could anything ever go wrong when the world had the ability to look like this? Naturally beautiful and entirely mesmerizing.

Lance found the will to take his eyes off of the painting in front of him to look at Keith beside him. He was wearing an old green t-shirt of Lance’s and his black jeans. He had come out here barefoot and without a jacket as Lance had, obviously not expecting the temperature to begin dropping so much. The hair was standing up on his arms as the wind blew off the water straight towards him, but he didn’t seem to care. His long black hair was being forced behind him, clearing from his face and revealing a huge smile and soft eyes that looked happy and free- a look that Lance had rarely seen from Keith in the years he knew him.

There might have been an unknown impending future full of who knows what about to come for them but it didn’t matter in that moment. Nothing really did. Not the war. Not the future. Not his appearance and lack of vision that impaired the skills he had mastered in space. Not the seemingly constant, damaging thoughts that would make their way into Lance’s mind- making him feel hopeless and less than what he knew he was. None of it mattered because he knew that no matter what happened he would always have this and everything would be okay. When things went wrong- he could come back here, back home to this moment- and the world would find a way to fix itself again. Fixing him from his blue nature and allowing him to see the amazing red that his love right beside him, mending itself into a magnificent purple sea.

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If You Had Asked

Here's a little langsty shot I wrote because I'm going through difficult times and I needed to exteriorize it in some way...

Warning: Mention of suicide, self-harm and depression.

Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron.

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It started building up when he was younger. He couldn't remember well. Was it because it was hard to make friends at first? Because he was too intense, so he was rejected? Well, that never stopped him. He kept trying to live past that, stay the happy carefree person he was.

Then he hit his teen years and enrolled into the Garrison. For him, it was the perfect moment to start again. He was first met with another rejection. Yeah, he got into the Garrison, but it was not in the fighter class like he wanted, it was in the Cargo class. Still, always the positive person he was, he didn't give up. He worked hard, had good marks and met Hunk who was the first true friend he had ever had. Keith was his rival, the top of the fighter pilot apprentices, and Lance wanted to become better than him. He was motivated and, strangely, thought that being at the top of his class would make up for the rejection he continued to accumulate in his heart. Lance had tried many things to get rid of that growing hurtful feeling, flirting was a way. Never worked, but he still tried. Yeah, he was pretty stubborn.

Anyway, the only way he was able to finally enter the fighter pilot class was because Keith was expelled, thanks to his hotheaded attitude of his. Lance tried to act as if it was a victory, but it wasn't. It just proved to him that he wasn't worthy of the place, and Iverson made it clear to him many times.

The first one to truly accept Lance was Blue. No need to hide it, Hunk was Lance's best bud, but they were friends because Hunk was certainly to good to reject anyone. Anyway, Lance had been happy about it, like super happy. He thought that maybe he had found his way in life... but that wasn't the case. Soon after, he met Allura and Coran, and discovered how great his team was. That's when he started having deprecating thoughts.

He kept on telling himself Blue wouldn't have chosen him if he wasn't important. He tried to convince himself that he brought something to the team. He kept on the positive flirtatious act. But with the homesickness and the battles, Lance realized that maybe he was just a seventh wheel. The realization came when they rescued Slav.

After their big battle with Zarkon, Shiro disappeared... Keith was chosen as Black's new pilot... and Blue rejected him. That hit Lance hard. He showed only Allura how it had hurt him. They never talked about it after. When Red chose him, Lance thought that it was maybe for the best. Allura turned out to be a way better pilot than him. Lance was the replaceable one. He tried to tell Keith. His concerns were not understood. He felt alone.

He never showed it. He put on his usual mask. Annoying the others with his negativity wouldn't help. He decided to try and embrace his new role. It worked well for a while.

But then Shiro came back, and Keith left. Lance would never say it, but he felt responsible. Maybe his concerns had in fact reached Keith and that's how the other teen had reacted to them, by leaving so Lance would keep his spot as Red's pilot. But that was a mistake. Lance wasn't Shiro's right hand, he was Keith's.

He started to be tired of the rejection, of not feeling like his role as a paladin of Voltron was secured. He wanted to feel needed, to feel worthy of fighting by his friends' side. But the more he looked at it and the more he remembered of past events, the more he realized that he wasn't really needed.

That's when he started to really not be able to handle it anymore. The rejection and the feeling of worthlessness became too much to keep hidden. It started to hurt inside his chest. His heart was breaking.

During practice, Lance involuntarily hurt himself. But... he somewhat happened to like the pain. For a moment, it made him think about something else than the painful emotions in his chest. He kept it to himself.

When the pain in his chest became too much, he would transfer it into physical self-harm. No one noticed, it made him feel better at first. But then, after a while, it didn't work as efficiently anymore. He kept going, cutting deeper, burning longer, punching and kicking stronger... It was not enough. He couldn't even put on his mask anymore.

Then, Keith came back. The half-Galra missed his space family too much and was done with the Blade. Lance was scared. He had came to care a lot more about Keith than expected, but his return wasn't good news for him. Lance didn't want to drag down the team anymore.

On a mission on foot on a planet, Lance was teamed up with Keith. The half-Glara and him didn't have much time to chat before, so Keith decided to take the opportunity to do so then. But it was too late, Lance was too far deep in his dark thoughts, he was determined to put an end to his suffering.

"What's going on with you? You're acting weird," Keith said.

"Oh don't act like you care, " Lance said.

Keith, who was walking a bit in front, turned around with concern in his eyes. Lance never thought Keith would ever look at him this way, like that was impossible. But there he was.

"Lance, I..." Keith started.

That's when Lance saw the opportunity he was waiting for. He saw the enemy, he could've warned him in time. He could've put up his shield and get in front of his teammate. But he just pushed Keith to the side and let the blast of the gun hit him right in the chest. Everything went dark. It was the end and he was happy with it.

He had decided to go this way a couple of weeks ago, when his first suicidal thoughts had made their way in his head. Leaving like this would put less of a burden on the others. They would be able to get through it easier. He didn't want to drag them down even after his death. He just wanted the pain to be gone...

But then his mind kinda came back to life. He woke up to the stars and a confortably hot temperature. He could hear the waves and there was something familiar about the stars... He was home?

"Hey," Keith greeted him, sitting just by his side.

Lance sat up instantly, confused. He... He was supposed to be dead. Was it the afterlife? Then, why was Keith there too?

"Coran was able to transfer your mind into the ship, as you wished..." Keith explained before Lance could talk.

"Oh, that's nice?" Lance said, uncertain.

He regretted having wished that. He simply wanted to go.

"I'm sorry, Lance. If only I could've helped you sooner... If only I had done something..."

"What are you talking about?" Lance asked.

"Coran saw the scars. He didn't know what they were, so he showed them to me. You were hurting and... and we didn't even realize it."

Keith was now full on crying and Lance thought it would hurt, but it didn't. His mind was here, but his heart was not anymore.

"It's OK buddy. I'm good now. You can go on without me," Lance told him.

"No, we can't! We loved you Lance! You were an important part of our team! You were important to me..." Keith wailed.

He calmed down after a few ticks.

"Sorry... I... I never thought I was that important to you. I guess I just had all these dark emotions building up and never saw the things from another point of view." Lance said. "But... Hum... It's a little too late for that now. You'll move on, you know. You're such a good team, so... Beat Zarkon's butt for me, will ya?"

"That's the plan..." Keith said.

"Do the others know?" Lance asked.

"Not yet."

"Don't tell them, please," Lance said. "I don't want them to know."

Keith didn't answer. They stayed in silence for a while. Keith still crying softly.

"Don't blame yourself. It was my choice..." Lance said.

"But it affected us! Do you know that Pidge hasn't been able to sleep properly since you died? Do you know that Hunk doesn't even eat anymore? Shiro overworks himself to keep his mind busy so he doesn't think about your death too much. Allura and Coran... And me? We lost a family member again, someone close to us... I lost someone I would have give my life for... We would have helped you, we would've done everything for you to feel better! If only..."

Lance stayed silent this time. He really thought he wasn't needed. He never thought the others would react this way to his death.

"We can't do anything anymore..." Keith said in a small voice. "It hurts, you know. It hurts more than anything."

"I didn't mean to hurt you," Lance said.

"But you did... We will never recover. We might be able to keep on living, but the pain will never go away," Keith told him.

Even if Lance couldn't feel emotions like before, it was hard to hear all those things, to see Keith being so honest and open about his feelings. It came in contradiction with everything he believed he knew about himself and about the other boy. What he thought was true actually wasn't. His own mind had tricked itself into thinking that he wasn't needed, that he was replaceable, that the others would be better off without him. And now, seeing Keith cry and hearing him say all those things... He might have been wrong.

But, he had tried to reach out for help, no? Maybe... Maybe he should've tried harder? He couldn't remember well why he hadn't. Maybe it was easier to think about it now since he didn't have all these negative emotions hurting his chest and corrupting his mind anymore.

There was no going back anyway.

"I won't tell the others. Not now at least. Do you still want to go?" Keith asked. "Your mind... We can let it go if that's still what you want."

Lance stayed silent for a few dobashes, surprised by Keith's question. He never thought the other teen would give him the choice.

"Do you really want me to stay?" Lance asked.

"Yes," Keith replied without even a moment of hesitation.

"Then I'll stay," Lance answered with a small smile.

Keith looked at him with watery purple eyes.

"If only you had asked that before..." the half-Galra said with a sorrowful smile.

They both turned their gaze away, back to the false stary sky above them.

Peace would come to the both of them in time...

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spaceytears · 6 years

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My experience with kallura is because of intergalactic reasons. When everyone goes home to earth. Lance will most likely go back with his family in Cuba, hunk and pidge with theirs and I'm assuming shiro has family too. Keith could go back to his hut in the middle of nowhere or he can stay with allura and help her rebuild. Allura and Coran are the last of their kind. Allura will most likely marry and have a heir so why not with Keith. It also shows that not all glaras are bad if she married him

Okay, so. When I originally put that post up I pretty solidly decided that I wasn’t going to … be too terribly conversational/meta in responses? Because I could actually write an entire post around this ask and my personal opinions on the end of the show, but that wasn’t at all the goal. The goal was to have people honestly share their feelings about a ship they love so that I can more easily understand why there are people that are still so loyal to it (because I think that’s pretty awesome). So I really hope you don’t feel ignored by my lack of a direct response to your points, I just want to make sure that your opinions and feelings are heard, and sharing mine in this context would distract from that heavily. On a light additive note though, It would be really cool if they rebuilt and then decided to play space pirates. Not in the whole “stealing loot and pillaging” sort of way, but taking on a whole space pirate aesthetic and becoming rogue universe-wide travelers. :jThank you for sharing!

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Secret Santa

Hey, this is for the Klance Secret Santa exchange that I joined. @alunaii, I was your Secret Santa! I wrote a nice little oneshot for your gift. I’m willing to rewrite it if it’s not up to your standards too. The fic is written under the cut! Hope you enjoy!

“God, this was a bad idea,” Keith muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. The cold night air bit into his skin, reminding him exactly of the situation he’d gotten himself into. At this point, literally anything could make this day better. Even a giant surge of demons coming to destroy the city would be okay with Keith. Actually, he’d probably welcome that. You know, less for him to worry about in the long run.

With a heavy sigh, Keith kicked at a rock on the road. This place wasn’t his home. It was just some sort sucky replacement that had more guards and more snow. God, Keith hated snow. There was nothing redeeming about it. As much as it had been snowing, it only seemed to exist to make Keith’s life miserable, along with literally everything else.

After the war between the Galra Empire and the Altean Kingdom erupted, Keith’s life turned upside down. He’d been kicked out of his little home that rested between the two cities, and really wasn’t welcome in either one. In Altea, he’d be seen as filthy Galra scum due to the tattoos running down his arms. They were supposed to bring pride for the Galra, but the only thing it brought Keith now was greif. But it wasn’t like he could go and live in the Galra Empire either. See, there were mandatory drafts for the military, and Keith kind of dodged them. All of them. That in itself was seen as a direct threat to the Galran leadership, and you really weren’t supposed to threaten the Galran leadership. So, yeah. Keith was kind of stuck.

Keith tried to pick the better of the two options, which was basically like picking between losing his right arm or his left arm; both choices were terrible, but one was slightly more life-threatening. So, Keith chose to take to the streets of Altea.

Of course, Keith knew that moving without any assets wouldn’t be simple, but damn, he was struggling. Even the poor parts of Altea had crystal-lined streets and prices that shot through the roof. How was a poor, antisocial shut-in like Keith supposed to function? Good question, because he sure as hell didn’t know the answer to it. If anybody knew, he’d be happy to hear it.

Keith glanced around as another shop window’s light went off. Just how late was it? The shops around him were closing left and right, and the overwhelming amount of darkness was starting to make him a bit nervous. Living in the desert gave him enough of an idea of what hid in the darkness, and it wasn’t pretty. Werewolves, demons, minotaurs, cowboys who had a bit too much to drink. Terrible, awful creatures. The city may be advertised as being safer, but fear always seemed to linger with Keith.

A snap of a twig forced panic to shoot through Keith’s body. Chills came over him as he turned to face the source of the sound, only to find…

Nothing. There was nothing there. God. Keith knew he wasn’t the most stable, but this-

Wait, no. There was definitely something there. Keith squinted a bit, only to scream when a shadow jumped from the wall. The shadow-creature straightened out to its full height, towering over Keith by at least seven feet. Then, once the creature caught Keith’s eye, multiple more of the shadow-creatures burst from the wall. They all readied themselves before focusing their eyes on Keith, glaring.

“Oh, fu-” The leading shadow roared, interrupting Keith’s curse. Before he could even connect the dots, Keith turned and ran.

The shadow-creatures barreled after him, clambering through the streets and knocking over everything they came into contact with. Roars and other horrendous sounds echoed through the once-calm streets, filling Keith to the brim with dread. God, he made the wrong choice. Should faced the law back with the Galra. At least the law didn’t have terrifying liquidy shadow-creatures that came right out of a demonic textbook.

Keith grabbed at his side for the knife he always kept on his belt. It was short and probably wouldn’t do anything against these shadow-creature things, but having the knife in his hand made him feel better, okay?

With a quick glance over his shoulder, Keith realized that the shadow-creatures were gaining on him. He groaned with contempt, his legs starting to ache. God, he didn’t need to run from things in the desert. Hell, he just stayed inside. If he didn’t leave his house, weird demon things couldn’t disembowel him. God, Keith wished he could stay home.

One of the shadow-creatures lurched and grabbed at Keith’s shirt. He screamed and whipped around, throwing the knife at the demon with the fury of a thousand suns. The shadow-creature didn’t even flinch. As Keith went back to running for his life, he realized just what he did.

Keith just threw his only weapon and last line of defense at the thing. And it didn’t even flinch. God, was there anything that could make this day any worse?

“Hey there, stranger,” a smooth voice said from beside Keith. He turned around, only to see another boy standing next to him. Actually, scratch that. The guy was floating next to Keith. Like, full on floating along with him, like there weren’t bloodthirsty shadow-creatures chasing after them.

“Who the hell are you?” Keith yelled, his voice coming out in one short gasp. Man, he needed to exercise.

“The name’s Lance,” the boy greeted, his blue eyes glinting with mischief. His white hair waved in the breeze rushing past the two as Keith ran and Lance, well, floated. The blue markings underneath Lance’s eyes told Keith that Lance was some sort of Altean fae creature. Why would some sort of Altean fae creature be here anyways? To mock him, some defenseless Galra? Maybe Lance was the cause behind these shadow-creatures. Is this what Altean fairies did for fun?

A shadow-creature lunged at Keith again, barely nicking his ankle. Keith swore underneath his breath before casting a pointed glare at Lance.

“If you’re going to stay here, do you at least mind, I don’t know, helping me? For God’s sake, man,” Keith snapped, breath coming in pants. Well, that was stupid. Not only was he kicked out of his home and being chased by whatever the hell those shadows were, now he’s yelled at Altean royalty. Fan-freaking-tastic.

“Well, of course. What else would I, the greatest sharpshooter in all of Altea, be here to do?” Lance smirked before giving a wink to a now-confused Keith. Then, with a simple slew of some sort of spell, Lance disappeared, only to reappear a few hundred feet in front of Keith.

Lance pressed his fingers to his lips, seemingly uttering another spell. Then, a large display of arcane circles of light appeared on the street. Keith, not knowing what else to do, ran straight towards Lance, ducking behind the Altean when he got there. Then, with another spell, Lance shot something straight from his fingers. Sharp beams of light shaped like arrows shot into each of the shadow-creatures heads. Then, they fell, one by one, and dissipated into dust.

“And that’s how it’s done,” Lance purred, wiping off his hands on his jacket. Keith could only stare at where the shadow-creatures used to be, mouth open wide, which caused Lance to smirk. “What? Never seen a real magician’s tricks? Well, I wouldn’t blame you. Hardly looks like you’ve ever seen a fight.”

“I know how to use a knife,” Keith muttered, his face heating up. Now, Keith knew that he was supposed to thank this guy or whatever, but now he was just bragging. This was unfair. “I can do, uh, knife tricks. And stuff.”

“What, you mean with this?” Lance brought his hand between the two of them with some sort of dramatic flair, only to be holding the knife. Keith gasped and snatched the knife back.

“How’d you get this?” Keith asked, surveying his knife. It seemed to be untouched. Good.

“Oh, you know. Magic and whatever.” Lance waved off the concern like it was nothing. “But that’s not what’s important here. You should learn to be more careful. Those things are some sort of automated guard to protect us from Galra spies or soldiers or whatever. They’ll hunt after you like a crazed, demonic watchdog.”

“Yeah, okay. Whatever.” Keith shoved the knife back into its sheath, just about ready to leave and go punch a wall or something else that seemed Keith-like. But, of course, Lance wasn’t done talking.

“You know, I was just doing my regular patrol of the city, and I saw that the guard alarm or whatever it’s called went off. I checked the cameras and I saw you running about, Galra tattoos being flaunted all over the place. At first I was like, ‘Yo, that could be a Galra spy,’ and I was about to go back to bed and be like, you know, whatever. But then I looked a bit closer and saw that you were wearing a My Chemical Romance shirt, and I was like, ‘No self-respecting Glara spy would be wearing a My Chemical Romance shirt.’ So, I swooped in and saved the day.”

“How riveting.”

“Hey, I changed out of my pajamas to save you. And it’s freaking cold out here. You could at least show a little bit of gratitude.”

“Thank you for saving me from your creepy-ass demon guards.”

“No problem. It’s all part of the job title.” Lance smirked again, posing like there were paparazzi or something hiding in the bushes. “Anyways, I guess I should give you one more little hint. The guards will activate when they notice any sort of Galra symbol. Those tattoos on your arms? Those set off the sirens like nothing else. You need to hide those.”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Keith rubbed up and down his arms, a sense of self-consciousness coming over him. The tattoos weren’t something he could control. Even with magic, the energy combined with the tattoos would still be there. There was nothing Keith could do.

“Here.” Lance shrugged off his bomber jacket and did some crude folding before handing it to Keith, who just stared at him.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Uh, wear it? Is there some crazy Galra custom where you do something other than wear a jacket?” Lance just sighed and pushed the jacket into Keith’s arms. “Just take it, man. Altean magic is woven into the seams so it’ll cancel out all that Galra stuff. That way the ‘creepy-ass demon guards’ won’t eat you or whatever they do. Keep yourself safe, alright?”

Did Keith want to take the jacket? Well, he was cold, and it really wasn’t a bad-looking jacket. Plus, the look in Lance’s eye gave Keith the impression that he didn’t really have a choice. So, Keith reached forwards and took the jacket.

“Um, thanks.” Keith hugged the jacket close to his chest, and Lance gave him an overdramatic salute.

“Well, it’s nice to see you in one piece, man. Stay safe, alright?” Keith nodded, and with that, Lance disappeared, leaving behind nothing but glitter and the faint smell of his cologne. For another moment or so, Keith stared at the spot where Lance once stood, not really believing what the heck just happened. It all seemed like some crazy, whacked-up dream. But, the shortness of Keith’s breath and the jacket in his arms served as proof that that crazy, whacked-up dream did, in fact, happen.

With a half-relieved, half-confused sigh, Keith resumed his walk. After a few minutes, he pulled the jacket onto himself, only to find that it was actually quite comfortable. Keith smiled a bit to himself, putting his hands in the jacket’s pockets. Hell, he even hummed a bit. But, as he continued his walk, he had but one thought in his head…

Well, that was weird.

~ ~ ~

While Keith’s first night in Altea was rough, things improved in the two years after that. Keith was hired for a job at a weapons shop, which was right up his alley, and learned a few things about fitting in with the Alteans. He even moved into an apartment with another Galran refugee named Shiro. He had this nifty robot arm which could do cool things like open cans or decapitate people. You know, cool things. Even if positivity wasn’t really his thing, Keith had to say that he was doing pretty well for himself. That was a first.

Now, Keith was wandering the streets of the marketplace, looking for the different items on Shiro’s shopping list. Apparently there was some sort of special fair in town or whatever, meaning there would be tons of rare items and spell ingredients for sale. There were a bunch of other cool things too, like party games and even a few rides. Not that Keith was interested. Nope. Not at all.

Keith let out a heavy sigh as he walked through the marketplace. He still couldn’t find the last few items on Shiro’s list, and there was no way that he was going to ask around. Some of the other shoppers here looked pretty shifty, and Keith wasn’t about to get involved in anything.

After patrolling the same damn aisle of shops for what was probably the hundredth time, Keith finally found something that might be of interest. It was a smaller blue stall that was hidden between two larger tents, almost like it was supposed to remain a secret. But, Keith was getting to his wit’s end. If there was a possibility, he was going to check it out.

Keith hurried up to the small tent and pushed the curtain open to enter. He glanced around before seeing something very familiar. Or, should he say someone?

White hair. Long, lanky figure. Tanned skin. Who else could it be?

“Lance?” Keith blurted out the name before he could think about it. The person behind the counter turned around, and sure enough, it was the fairy.

“Oh my God, it’s you!” Lance grinned before taking a deep breath, like he was trying to calm himself down. Then, he rushed up to Keith and grabbed his hands. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. What, like two years? How’s it going, Mullet?”

“Mullet?”

“What? You never told me your name, and I had to call you something..” Lance only shrugged before his giddy expression turned to a mischievous smirk. “Anyways, I see you kept the jacket I gave you. Nice gift, isn’t it?”

Keith looked down, hardly even remembering that he put on the jacket. At this point, it’d just become a habit.

“Uh, yeah. It’s, um, nice.” Keith stared down at the sleeves for a second more before looking up at Lance. The color of Lance’s blue eyes caught Keith off guard for a second, but he did his best to recover. “And don’t call me Mullet anymore. I don’t like that.”

“Then whatever shall I call you?” Lance lamented, sighing in an over dramatic fashion. “Bunny rabbit? Emo kid? Steve?”

“How about Keith? You know, my name?”

“Keith?” Keith nodded, and Lance grinned. “Alright, you’re Keith now. Perfect. Anyways, what brings you here to the festival? I mean, I only met you for, like, two minutes tops, but you don’t seem like the festival kind of guy.”

“I’m not. I’m here for a friend, buying stuff.” Keith sighed and handed Lance the list, which was thankfully almost over with. Just one more thing.

“You need dewdrops?” Lance asked, scrunching up his nose. “Can’t you just go outside in the morning or something? That seems, like, a bajillion times easier.”

“Man, I wish. He said that they had to be specially harvested by fairies or something.”

Keith and Lance looked at each other after a moment, both having the same thought at the same time. How uncanny.

“Wait, you’re a-”

“Fairy, yeah. A pretty darn good one too.” Lance handed the list back to Keith before shuffling over to a packing box full of, um, things. After digging through the items for a bit, Lance pulled out a small vial. “Here’s this. Specially harvested fairy dewdrops, or whatever they’re called. Straight from the plants in my friend’s garden. May I ask why you need these anyways?”

“I don’t know. I think my roommate’s trying to make a clone.”

“A clone?”

“Yeah. He doesn’t want to pay his student loans.”

“Ah, of course.” Lance sighed before smirking again and shaking the vial of dewdrops. “But, I do have to warn you. Freshly harvested fairy dewdrops or whatever the heck I’m supposed to call them aren’t cheap. You got what I need?”

“I have 17 GAC and a stick of gum.”

“Yeah, uh, I don’t think that’s going to cut it.” Lance hummed for a second before smirking again. “Listen. I’ll give these dewdrops to you if you take me out and have a good time at the fair. I’ve been cooped up in this dusty old tent the whole weekend. I could use some fresh air, and I could especially use some of those freshly cooked garlic knots from the tent down the row. Sound like a plan?” Lance put on his best puppy-dog eyes, and Keith just stared at him.

“How’d you know that they’re selling garlic knots if you couldn’t leave your tent?”

“Hey, nobody asked you.” Lance threw his head back and groaned before looking back at Keith. “So is it a deal or not?”

“Uh, sure. Whatever. Let’s go.” Keith shrugged as Lance cheered with joy. Man, he must really love garlic knots. Lance thanked Keith, then ushered him out of the tent. Lance closed the curtains and strolled along, humming some sort of made-up garlic knots song under his breath. Keith sighed, wondering just how he got into these situations. It must have been some sort of talent of his, though he wasn’t sure where he got it from.

When the two of them were halfway to the garlic knots tent, Lance stopped in his tracks. Keith paused as well, and when he turned back to look at Lance, the white-haired boy shrugged.

“You know what? I’m not actually that hungry right now.” Keith took a deep breath. Of course he wasn’t. “I’m feeling like games though. Come on. What do you say about going with me to check out some of the games? There are a bunch of cool ones, I think. Please, please, please?”

“Sure, whatever. You go where you want to go, I guess.” Lance cheered once again before grabbing Keith’s hand and dragging him in the direction of the game tents. Keith glanced down at their intertwined hands, and a rush of heat went to his face. Well, that was weird. But, Keith just assumed it was the heat from the sun, so he disregarded it. Not like that could mean anything else anyways.

The two of them made it to the row of game tents, and even Keith had to admit that it looked fun. There were tons of different games, ranging from the basic ball-toss games to full-on electronic arcade games. It was awesome.

Lance glanced around at a few of the games, but the pair didn’t stop until they stopped in front of a certain stall. It looked like a knife-tossing game. Literally, actually perfect for Keith. Lance could see the interest in Keith’s eyes, and the two of them wordlessly decided to stop at the stall. The stall-owner handed both of them two knives.

“Hope you’re prepared to lose,” Lance gloated, trying and almost failing to spin the knife in his fingers. “You know, they don’t call me Lance ‘Good at Games’ McClain for nothing.”

Lance held up the knife, and after measuring the distance and doing whatever else he needed to do to prepare, Lance threw the knife, only for it to miss the target by at least a foot. Keith snickered, and Lance just blushed.

“As if you could do better,” Lance muttered, crossing his arms. Keith shrugged, then threw the knife. It hit the bullseye.

“Like that?” Keith turned to look over at Lance, only to laugh at Lance’s shocked expression. “What? I told you I was good with a knife.” Then, just to prove the point, Keith threw his second knife at Lance’s target. And, once again, it hit the bullseye.

“That’s not fair.” Lance sighed and just set his second knife on the counter, giving up. The stall-owner handed Keith his price, which was a stuffed hippo toy. Keith hugged it close to his chest, and Lance rolled his eyes. “Fine. If you’re so good at these games, you better win me something too.”

“We’ll see.” Lance gasped with mock offense, before the two of them broke out into laughter.

The rest of the night went similarly. Keith and Lance played different games, making increasingly silly competitions out of all of them. And, eventually, the two did go and get Lance’s garlic knots. He enjoyed them more than Keith thought anybody could ever enjoy garlic knots. But, even after the original deal was carried out, Keith found himself having a great time. Something about Lance’s company really sparked something in Keith. It was a nice, comfortable feeling, like Keith was having the time of his life. The feeling continued throughout the rest of the night, even as the two of them went on their final ride together.

“Oh, come on, Keith. We have to do the ferris wheel. That’s, like, festival tradition.” Lance grabbed Keith’s hand, tugging him towards the line. Keith grumbled a few words under his breath before giving in.

“Okay, okay. Fine, let’s go.” Lance cried out with joy before rushing into the line. They waited for a few minutes in the line, comparing their prizes and social media information to pass the time. However, the two were soon seated in one of the ferris wheel’s carriages. Once the two were buckled in, Lance chattered excitedly. Keith only glanced out the window, a half-nervous, half-excited tremor thumping in his heart. When the ferris wheel started, Lance finally fell silent. The two of them looked out the window as they rose, and Keith was enraptured.

The scenery was beautiful. From this high up, Keith could see the entirety of the Altean city. The lights from all the buildings shone almost as bright as the last rays of the sun as it set behind the horizon. It was stunning, unlike anything Keith had ever seen before. And he thought the desert was pretty.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Lance breathed, catching Keith’s attention. “I always love the ferris wheels. My fairy powers can’t take me too high up into the sky, so it’s always nice to see things from up here.”

Lance smiled, but something about it seemed melancholy. But, he didn’t dwell on it, instead turning to Keith.

“Sorry, enough about me. How about you? Do you like it?” It took Keith a second to realize that Lance was talking to him. With a quick apology and a small laugh from Lance, Keith stared out the window as he replied.

“It’s wonderful. I love it.”

“Yeah. I’m glad I could see it with you.” Lance smiled, then looked down as he hesitated. Then, after shaking his head, Lance went back to staring at Keith. “You know, we should do this again sometime.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, obviously not the festival, since it’s leaving after the weekend. But, something.” Lance paused before putting on a sheepish smile. “Would you be willing to go out sometime with me? Like, maybe for coffee or pasta or something?” Keith nodded, a smile full of admiration spreading across his face.

“Yeah. That sounds nice.” Lance grinned in response, a shy blush heating up his face.

“Thank you, Keith. I’ll text you?” Keith nodded, and Lance’s grin only widened. “Oh man, you’re the best. I had the time of my life tonight. I can’t wait to do something like this again.”

“You know what? Me neither.” Keith smiled, and after a second of looking at each other, the two boys broke out into light-hearted laughter. Keith’s heart beat in his chest, announcing his giddy excitement over the deal. This was the perfect end to a wonderful night.

When the ferris wheel stopped, Keith and Lance left the carriage holding hands. This would only be the start of the wonderful experiences the two would share.

Both Keith and Lance were positive that this wouldn’t be the last they’d see of each other.

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