Some writing to celebrate VLD’s one year anniversary! This may be a bit late in the day, but I was really busy… whoops.
This is the first of four parts, and the parts are just going to get longer, so sorry if this is too short. The next three parts should be up soon. Yes, I’m posting a multi-chapter-ish thing. Today seemed a good day to do it.
Vague Summary: Lance and Keith get captured while on a solo mission… and separated. Lance is very badly injured already, which is not a situation one wants to deal with when in a Galra prison cell. And Keith is worried. (This is also kind of inspired by Jeremy Shada’s “I mean, Lance dies, so that’ll be fun,” when talking about season 3).
Psst: @voltronpaella the best beta, @dogsahoy this is the thing I was telling you about, and @taylor-tut you’ll probably like the other parts better, but I wanted to tag you with my angst anyway if you want me to stop tagging you in my whump/illness/injury stuff just say the word
Keith woke up to an empty cell. The
room was dimly lit, a faint purple glow making it just possible
to see. As his eyes adjusted, the ache on the back of his head
reminded him of exactly how he ended up here.
Keith supposed he should feel lucky.
After all, once the sentries surrounded him, he figured they’d just
kill him. Still, it was hard to feel optimistic when he was stuck in
a Galra prison cell with no hope of escape.
It’d been no one’s fault, really. The
rebel group Matt was a part of had been reported captured, and taken
into this prison base. They had to act fast, before the prisoners
were sent off to other locations. Two of the Paladins infiltrated,
while the rest monitored from the castle, opting for a stealth job.
And, like so many other plans before
it, everything had gone to shit.
Keith had been holding off a large
crowd of sentries, but once Lance’s location was discovered—
I wanted to try doing something with multiple parts to celebrate VLD’s anniversary (the first part went up on the 10th)… and I can’t believe how well received this was! Thanks so much to everyone who’s given me such kind feedback!!I’ve got lots of plans for future writing, so hopefully you can look forward to that and not be too sad that this is over now? I hope you like the way I ended it… enjoy!!
tumbled out of the healing pod like he did so many other things;
without warning. The others were sat around the room when suddenly
the walls of the pod disappeared, and the blue paladin fell forward.
He would’ve face-planted into the floor of the infirmary if Hunk
hadn’t been there to catch him.
He looked around
in confusion for a moment while his eyes adjusted to the bright
lights, and met the gaze of his best friend.
he smiled, voice raspy and uneven. “Miss me?”
sighed with relief, giving Lance a shaky grin of his own. “You know
I did,” he admitted. “Don’t you dare
scare me like that again. I was worried sick!”
Lance laughed, and
let himself be wrapped up in one of Hunk’s signature, bone-crushing
hugs. “Sorry,” he shrugged. “Guess I should be more careful.
So, what’d I miss?” He looked around at the others with an
expectant smile on his face, but it wavered quickly. The rest of the
team all looked worse for the wear themselves.
Pidge’s eyes were
red-rimmed and puffy, while Shiro looked even more worn down than
usual. Allura and Coran both stood off to the side, with strained
expressions of relief. Keith was leaning against the wall with his
arms crossed, stoic and silent as usual, but Lance could see the bags
under his eyes. In short, they all looked exhausted.
guys?” Lance asked uncertainly, voice catching. “Why all the grim
looks? What’s wrong?”
Imagine you’re the daughter/ apprentice of the best blacksmith in the nine realms. Unfortunately, it’s a realm that is at war with Asgard. In a raid, the Asgardian army tries to capture your father. Your father is killed in the raid, so they take the next best thing, you. You’re taken back to Asgard where Loki forces you to make armor for his army he is commander of.