November — with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes — days full of fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. Days with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise. Days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake. But days, too, of the wild blackness of great autumn storms, followed by dank, wet, streaming nights when there was witch-laughter in the pines and fitful moans among the mainland trees.
THE LITTLE MERMAID. Part of the Steampunk
Fairytales project, that I would like to turn into an artbook someday.
There I want to envision popular characters or scenes of the classic
tales in steampunk fashion. Would you like to see more? :D
So like, what if Blue gets electrocuted when Lance is inside it? And Lance is in the pods for SO LONG, it’s worrying everyone sick, because his vitals are perfect, everything is good as new, but the pod is still keeping him in, tryna fix something, but they have no idea what? Eventually, they let him out, because without Voltron there’s gonna be blood shed (and with Coran in the infirmary, Allura can’t fly Blue AND the Castle at the same time). So Lance comes out, everything is fine, blah blah blah.
But then on one mission he’s in some hand on hand fighting, THIS close to being hurt. He puts his hand up as he’s crumpled on the floor, ready for the impact.
It never comes.
When he looks up, the Galra fighter is… frozen? And his hands, they’re so, so cold. They’re… icy.
Lance got Blues powers in the accident, that’s why he was in the pod so long.
But then Hunk runs over, along with the rest of the team, and wraps him in a hug (Or Keith, I wouldn’t be opposed to that)
As Lance’s hands touch Hunk’s back, the bigger boy drops him in shock.
Ice is forming on the back of his uniform where Lance’s fingers grazed the metal, and he can feel the cold through the suit.
Lance can’t touch anyone without special gloves covering his hands, and they take weeks for Pidge to make (they are fighting in a massive fucking war after all).
Fun addition: Just imagine how bad that gets when he has an anxiety attack and there’s no one to calm him down
Imagine lance having a tendency to put his fist up in a fist bumping motion subconsciously when he and blue succeed in a mission all the time as a habit of doing that a lot at home. Imagine lance bringing his fist down after he remembers “oh yeah blue is a mechanical lion” so he just kinda smiles a little embarrassed and pats blue’s paw before going into the castle. Imagine blue kinda getting the idea of what lance is trying to do (since they’re connected by mind im guessing she can see his thoughts). Imagine lance’s suprise when he brings up his fist in a fist bump subconsciously again only to see blue lift a massive paw and ever so gently nudge his fist. Imagine lance standing there in suprise because “holy shit my lion actually just fist bumped me???” and then smiling before patting blue’s paw and saying “thanks blue.” before heading into the castle to tell everyone what just happened.
But, despite the delights before her - ‘the glory that was Greece and the grandeur that was Rome’ - lure of the ageless Nile - glamour of the Riviera - mosque and palace and minaret - she knew perfectly well that no spot or place or home in the world could ever possess the sorcery of her Blue Castle.
Something large, much larger than a broomstick - or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks - was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.
“It’s a dragon!” shrieked one of the first years, losing her head completely.
“Don’t be stupid…it’s a flying house!” said Dennis Creevey.
Dennis’s guess was closer.…As the gigantic black shape skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and the lights shining from the castle windows hit it, they saw a gigantic, powderblue, horse-drawn carriage, the size of a large house, soaring toward them, pulled through the air by a dozen wingedhorses, all palominos, and each the size of an elephant.
I received a request by a close friend to make this prompt into a Klangst fic, and I can only say that this is the best that I can do. “I’m Sorry” part 3 will be up sometime by tomorrow, probably in the late afternoon. I know you guys want more but unfortunately, I’m still working on it. I’m sorry I swear I’ll get it up soon and I’ll put all my effort into making the story enjoyable. If you guys want to see Klangst I’ll do my best to keep that a part of the fic and if I don’t get it right or don’t live up to your expectations I am so sorry. I’ll try really hard to make you all happy. I swear.
They had no idea how many fighters there would really be.
They had underestimated Lotor’s ability to take lead of the war, while his father was recuperating from the severe beating Voltron had given him.
Overall, Voltron was outnumbered. They were unable to keep up with the multitude of jets, which seemed to be a never ending fleet.
Shiro pushed them to the brink, and finally, they were able to take out enough ships to give them an opening.
Hunk used his bayard to form his shoulder cannon, taking out the energy canons on a majority of the warships, forcing Lotor to pull back his fleet and retreat.
But not before Blue was shot by a fleeing fighter jet.
Somehow, the laser cut through Blue, shattering through her cockpit and nailing Lance in the back. Blue lurched forward, feeling Lance’s pain.
The right side of Lance’s torso was burned. The team was so wrapped up in the exhilaration of victory, they didn’t notice Lance choking back pain filled sobs. He suppressed them, and began laughing along with the others, ignoring his own agony. They didn’t need to deal with the knowing he was hurt when they were so happy. He felt blood trickle down his chin, and he knew he had bashed his head against the controls when Blue lurched.
Lance shook his head, feeling just how quickly the pain overcame him. He choked, but swallowed back any form of distress.
“We did it!” Pidge exclaimed excitedly, whooping victoriously along with Hunk’s victory dance.
“Nice job team!” Shiro complemented proudly, smiling as he turned his lion around, flying back towards the castle, and a well earned resting period. Allura smiled proudly at the paladins, her face popping up on the intercoms in front of each paladin.
Lance’s attempts at concealing his pain were in vain. Allura noticed almost immediately.
“Well done paladins! Come quickly so that we may celebrate! I’ll open the hall of lions once you are all directly outsi- Lance?!” Allura’s worried tone sliced through the intercoms and all the paladins’ focuses were on Lance’s screen in a split second.
The paladins all periodically enlarged the screen.
“Hey guys! W-we did it!” Lance laughed uneasily, trying to cover his wound. But blood was more difficult to conceal, as was the immediate agony of moving, blossoming across his face.
“Shit- everyone get back to the castle! Lance- do you think you can make it in time?!” Shiro shouted, terror of losing Lance overcoming him. He had never sweared in front of the others before, and that was enough to send them into a panic. Pidge and Hunk were on the verge of tears, and Keith’s anxiety held him teetering over the edge of oblivion that was his mind.
Lance grinned, but slowly, his eyes shut, and his head fell forward.
Anxiety bloomed in everyone’s chest, and Shiro was that much closer to a panic attack.
“Lance?! ” Shiro all but screamed, leaning forward in his cockpit chair, seemingly trying to reach out to Lance through the screen. Blue started moving, but Lance, seemingly lifeless, did not move an inch on the intercoms.
“The blue lion is piloting itself?!” Pidge exclaimed, confusion and dread evident in their tone. Blue sped towards the Castle.
“Follow Blue! Hurry!” Keith shouted, turning Red around swiftly, immediately flooring it. He flew to the Castle at an alarming speed, with Pidge and Hunk right behind him. Shiro, shaken from the sudden realization Lance might not have made it, was a little slow on catching up with the others. He shook the thoughts away in denial.
‘He has to make it. He has got to be okay.’ Shiro thought, speeding after the others.
Blue all but smashed through the hangar doors, much to Allura’s shock, and flew directly to her landing point.
Blue landed safely, careful not to shake too much, intending not to hurt Lance any further, and once she had, she turned all her energy towards waking him.
‘Wake, my Blue paladin. Your teammates need you.’ Blue nudged Lance into consciousness, and he reluctantly complied. He shook his head, attempting to shake away the feelings of agony. Blue supported his attempts by forcing positive emotions into his thought process.
He felt exceedingly better, and was even capable enough to rise out of his piloting chair, afterwards making his way to the cockpit’s exit.
Keith spun Red into landing position, opened the cockpit, and booked it, running towards Lance as fast as he possibly could.
“Lance?! Lance?!” Keith, Hunk, and Pidge all ran to the Blue Lion, their feet slamming into the cold metal floors of the Castle. Blue’s eyes dimmed, and Keith was on the verge of a mental break down.
“Please be okay, please be okay…” Keith heard Shiro mutter, finally landing Black into the hangar and hopping out quickly. Shiro caught up almost immediately, soon followed by a worried Coran and a panicked Allura.
“Not Lance… Anyone but Lance.” Hunk whispered to himself breathlessly, tears threatening to spill. Keith tried his best to keep his mind from wandering to dark thoughts about Lance’s state.
They skidded to a halt. Blue’s cockpit was opening.
Out stumbled Lance, and Keith tricked himself into feeling relief- until he saw the blood.
There was so much of it.
The crimson substance trickled out of his mouth, down his arm, and there was blood all across his torso. His forehead had blood dripping down the right side of it. His usually soft brown hair was a tangled mess, matted against his head due to all the blood.
“Lance?” Keith’s voice cracked.
Lance looked so pale. His knees were shaking. His breathing was uneven. His blue eyes looked so empty. And yet, he still managed to pull off his winning smile without a hitch. Keith’s stomach lurched.
“Yup. In all my wounded, bloody glory.” Lance chuckled, his expression littered with pain.
“We need to get you to the healing pods.” Keith ran forward, and as soon as he got close enough, he lifted Lance into his arms bridal style. Lance’s breathing hitched, but when Keith looked down at him, he smirked.
“Who knew the hotheaded Keith could be such a gentleman?” Lance chuckled, and Keith almost blushed.
“I don’t need a pick up line right now Lance- I need you to keep your eyes open and stay alive.” Keith lifted an eyebrow, lifting one arm slightly. Lance gasped, an agonizing pain shooting through his spine from the faint movement.
Keith stared down at the agony ridden Lance, and finally took a good look at the wound.
Lance isn’t missing, he’s right there. It was an accident, how he’d
ended up ‘missing’, but Blue said that there should be some cure for
this. He wished he was human again, so he could comfort his team with
the knowledge that he wasn’t dead. But no, he’s a cat, and the only way
to make sure they smile is to knock all the pens to the ground, chase
some string, and occasionally wake up his crush and idol up from a
nightmare and almost get smacked across the room by accident. Well,
okay, that last one had to be mended since he was apparently a good
stress reliever if you ran your hands down his back… too bad it
wouldn’t happen if he was a human. So, for now, he’ll deal with being a
brown and darker brown swirled tabby kitten for just a little bit
A Cat Au, where Lance becomes a cat and hell ensues.
If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you’ll never be and you need not waste time in trying.
And here is part 2! whoops it’s a lot longer and langstier than i originally intended
WARNING: yup there’s still LOTS of langst even if the ending is good, best prepare yourself
“Shut up, you stupid boy. I ought to get rid of your whiny voice.” Lotor snapped before grinning with realization. “Perhaps I should.”
Lance’s eyes widened. No, he can’t do that, it’s all I have, it’s all I have from Earth, it’s all I am, I’m useless if I’m voiceless, please, no, anything but that-
But Lance couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t talk, god, he couldn’t breathe, he was choking. He couldn’t do this to Lance, he couldn’t take his voice away. Lance desperately grasped at his throat with his sweaty, chained, hands. No, no, no, no…
“Foolish human, I haven’t even done anything. You really are pathetic,” Lotor spat, looking down at Lance’s trembling, crumpled form as if Lance was nothing more than a pesky piece of gum on the bottom of his shoe.
“N-no-” Lance’s breathing was labored and forced. “-don’t, please-” Lance’s voice cracked, and it sounded so broken and weak.
“Reduced to begging at my feet?” Lotor cackled, voice shrill and unforgiving. “How fun this will be. Tell me, little paladin, all of your secrets.”
Lotor was approaching, looming over Lance, and he couldn’t do anything. He was helpless to whatever sick thing Lotor had in plan for him.