Lance knows that he’s not the best member on the team, he sees all the looks from Shiro and Allura. Yeah he tries his hardest but fighting has never been his thing. Back at home he would wrestle with his siblings but that was the extent of his fighting skills.
On days he would let his mind wander too far he would go to the training deck and try to fight out his anger like Keith does but that never really helped him.
One night he went into the training deck to get some extra practice when an idea came to him. He plugged in his music player into the control system and activated the training bot.
Never before had he fought with such ease. With the music playing he was able to turn it into a dance, a fast paced, dangerous, and absolutely stunning dance.
He trained like that for weeks, his skills steadily improving. But he never told the others. He’s not sure why he felt the need to keep it a secret from the rest of the team, but he did. Maybe he thought they would laugh at him for training that way, maybe he was afraid that wouldn’t let him train that way anymore cuz that’s not how soldiers fight.
Maybe it was both.
It was a day after a particularly hard mission that they found him. The missing went off, things didn’t go as planned and while no one got hurt, the mission was still a failure.
Lance had waited for everyone to go to sleep before he went to the training deck and started from level one. When the others woke up, on the way to the dining room they heard music. Not loud but definitely there. Together they followed the sound to the training deck doors, only for them to be locked. Allura then led the group to the training decks observation room.
They were all in shock to see Lance fighting. Beautiful and deadly. There were training bots scattered all across the deck, and the castle was having a hard time clearing the broken bodies with the rate Lance was dropping them. They watched for a while, totally captivated by the Lance was moving his body. Allura was the first to regain herself and ended the training session. Just before the the console shut off, it displayed the level it had ended on. Level 23.
Auvergne Treehouse. A cozy treehouse with a hanging bridge which leads to the observation deck. The interior is colourful and gets a lot of daylight through the huge windows. Located in Auvergne, France.
Pidge had looked down one day, Lance’s older brother instinct had kicked in, and he’d ended up spending twenty minutes trying to string a pretty green stone he’d picked up on a piece of string. Any normal person would’ve just given it to Pidge directly, but Lance thought it’d be more fun to hide it somewhere and wait for Pidge to find it. She’d walked out of Green’s hangar the next morning with the stone around her neck and a smile on her face, and well. It spiraled from there.
Thought I’d start off @vldangstweek with something that turns from angsty to fluffy, just because, based on the rest of this weeks prompts, it’s gonna get waaayyyy angstier (knowing me, anyway). Everything will be tagged with vldangstweek and any of my usual angst tags (angst, langst, klangst, etc)
Let my children go home, they’re stressed and tired (under a cut for length).
“Come on Lance, one more time! You
need to defeat this gladiator before I can allow anyone to go to dinner!”
Allura shouted down from the observation deck.
The quiet groans of his teammates
filled his head and Lance winced, stepping back to stand his ground against the
bot attacking him. His vision wavered over his helmet and his fingers trembled
against his bayard, unable to form it because of the close range combat style.
He grunted, rolling as the bot dove for him, sweeping it’s legs out from under
it and sending it to the ground. Briefly, he heard Hunk’s cheer of
encouragement in his comms, and then the bot was back up again, charging at
Lance sighed, side stepping the bot
and pressing his shaking hands to his head, trying to stop the swimming feeling
in his brain, the burn at the back of his throat and eyes, the tightness in his
chest. He took a hit, hard, and fell backwards onto his ass, teeth clacking
“Dude, seriously, we’re starving!”
Pidge called out. “You need to beat this!”
Lance took a shaky breath, shooting
a glare at the deck. “You want me to beat it? Fine. I’ll beat it.”
Before the bot could get any
closer, Lance whipped out his bayard, transforming it in the process and
ignoring Allura’s shouts of this being a hand to hand fight. Within seconds,
the bot was in a smoking heap on the floor and Lance was shaking, sweat curling
down his forehead. Allura stormed out of the observation deck and onto the main
floor, eyebrows furrowed. “That was not the
assignment, Lance. You’ll have to do it again.”
Lance ripped off his helmet and
chucked it to the ground. When he looked up, Allura took a step back at the
ferocity in his face, the tears in his eyes. “I said, no. I’m not doing this bull shit anymore. They’re
not either,” he snapped, pointing towards the deck. “You don’t get to treat us
this way, we’re the only reason
you’re not dead or still in those
stupid pods. You called us family, Allura.”
His voice broke and his lip
quivered as he stumbled back, shaking his head. “You don’t get to treat family
like this. Not when we’re doing all of this for you.”
He swallowed and spun on his heel,
storming from the room. Allura hesitated, glancing back at the deck only to
find the rest of the paladins and Coran standing behind her. She studied the
group, noted the lines on their faces and the bags under their eyes, and
frowned. “Do you all agree with him?”
They remained silent for a moment,
glancing at each other. Hunk spoke up first, his voice gentle. “Yeah. I do, at
“Me too,” Pidge piped up, staring
at the floor and fiddling with her bayard.
Keith nodded silently, rubbing a
hand up and down one arm and looking off to the side. Hunk huffed. “Allura,
we…I would say we’re homesick, but I don’t know if that covers all of us.”
“We’re Earth sick,” Keith offered.
Shiro spoke for the first time.
“Lance has the most family to miss out of the five of us.”
“And honestly?” Hunk muttered. “You
yelling all the time, you pushing him, and us, all the time? No breaks, no
relaxation time at all? I’m amazed he
didn’t snap before this.”
Allura swallowed. “I’m…”
“It’s okay,” Hunk promised. “We
understand, you want to stop the Galra, stop Zarkon.”
“But you have to remember that
we’re all volunteering to do this,” Pidge said, fidgeting from foot to foot.
“There’s nothing keeping anyone here other than empathy. Don’t give Lance a
reason to stop caring, or he will leave.”
Allura bit her lip and glanced over
her shoulder. “I should go-”
“No,” Keith said firmly, stepping
forwards and resting a hand on Allura’s arm. “We got this. You two go get
She and Coran studied the paladins
for a moment before nodding in agreement and leaving the training deck.
Victor is naked. On top of the Empire State Building.
“Victor,” Yuuri says, horrified. “Get down from there!”
“Is this better than Chihoko, Yuuri?” Victor demands, twisting every which way to try and get to the construction platform that leads to the very tippy top. He doesn’t seem to be bothered by how terribly naked he is, despite it being socially unacceptable and also being fifty degrees outside, with winds reaching twenty miles per hour.
Or if he is, he simply doesn’t care. He’s long dismissed the security guards calling out to him, too.
“Who’s Chihoko?” Yuuri asks, exasperated. “Never mind, come on. Victor. You have a meeting with—”
“Oh, and I bet Chihoko was never late for meetings when you booked them for her, too, yeah? Just like Chihoko probably took you here to the—oh, fuck!”
Yuuri watches as Victor slips on a metal covering, falls. It’s as if it’s happening in slow motion. Yuuri can only watch in horror, but at the last second, he wills his feet to move and suddenly he’s bolting forward, arms outstretched.
“Oof.“ Victor lands in Yuuri’s arms. He huffs and ducks his head into Yuuri’s neck, speaking into it. Yuuri shudders, from the cold or from the way Victor’s lips brush against his skin or from the way Victor’s everything brushes against his arms—Yuuri doesn’t know.
Edmund Kemper once considered suicide at age ten, on a family visit to the Empire State Building. Kemper claims he was about to hurl himself off the observation deck when his mother noticed and pulled him back onto the platform.
Jeffrey Dahmer was arrested for disorderly conduct at a hotel in the mid-eighties, and on the way to the police station he kept insisting the officers pull over and beat him up
Peter Sutcliffe (the Yorkshire Ripper) once held a job as a gravedigger and would often scare people by screaming at them from within empty graves
Ted Bundy first encountered violent pornography at the age of thirteen when he found an S&M magazine in a dumpster
John Wayne Gacy met First Lady Rosalyn Carter during his murder spree and kept a photograph of him and Mrs Carter shaking hands in his office. The Secret Service was later heavily criticized for allowing a serial killer near the First Lady.
oh boy this is gonna be really long and angsty, fair warning
lance starts remembering things in dreams
the first time he has one of these dreams, it’s really just this vague image of his mother, and all he can recall from it when he wakes, sweaty and confused, is her kind, soft eyes. lance doesn’t really know how he gets there, but pidge finds him on the observation deck, shivering and half asleep against the control panel
by the time morning wake-up time comes, the previous night is a blur
This is a story BASED ON the Lost Lance AU which BELONGS TO @kaxpha which is AMAZING and everyone should check it out. This particular one-shot which is longer than I thought it’d be is based on this post and this animatic.
This is one of my favorite klance AUs ever, because you can just tell the sheer amount of thought and effort that went into it. I hope I was able to do it justice.
aNYWAY here it is. Sorry, I’m posting this later than I originally planned.
leg was bent at an awkward angle, and every time he got the nerve to
look at it just made him feel worse than before.
Hunk had suffered a few bruised ribs at
the very least, and it was likely Pidge received a minor concussion. One of Shiro’s legs had been grazed by a laser, and Keith seemed to be the only one of
the five of them who could still stand on two feet.
But Lance couldn’t remember a time
when he’d ever felt happier. Because they’d finally done it.
They’d taken down Prince Lotor, heir
to the all-powerful Galra empire. He kneeled on the ground, hands
clutching his stomach. Lance couldn’t help but feel a bit smug at
that— he was the one to land a shot there.
Bullets rang around you as you sprinted down a corridor towards a closing metal door. You dove through, rolling to your feet on the other side. Glancing over your shoulder, you smiled when you saw the men chasing you disappeared behind the closing door. The door sealed behind you.
“I’m in,” you spoke into the comlink as you surveyed the room. Finding a control panel, you attempted to hack the building’s computer system.
A chuckle sounded from the other end of the comlink. “I never doubted you for a second.”
“Sure you didn’t, Lover-boy,” you teased, grinning at the chuckles buzzing in your ear. “How are you doing with the mercenaries?”
“Oh, we’re having a party out here,” he replied. The faint sound of gunshots echoed through the com. You frowned when you didn’t get another answer.
“Jason?” The panic made your voice crack. Time stopped as you waited for a reply.
“I’m still here, Sweetheart.” You sighed as Jason’s husky voice filled your ear. Even after all this time, your heart still fluttered at the sound. “One of these idiots just shot himself.”
You snickered, finishing your hacking. Sticking a flash drive into the terminal, you started downloading the information. You and Jason had accepted a contract to collect data on Black Mask’s movements through the western part of the United States. The two of you were currently in one of Black Mark’s main warehouses in Las Vegas. “I’ve started the download.”
“Good,” Jason grunted. The sound of a punch came through the com. “I might need your help out here. More mercenaries showed up.”
“I’ll come when I can,” you replied. You hacked into the security cameras to find out where Jason was. When you found him, you winced at the number of new mercenaries attacking Jason. He was holding them off, but you knew he would need your help to take them down.
The terminal beeped, the download was finished. You took the flash drive out, slipping it safely into your pocket. Taking out your own gun, you shot the terminal to erase your tracks. Once it was destroyed, the sealed door reopened to reveal the men who you had trapped outside. They raised their guns at you.
“Nice to see you again, Boys,” you greeted cheerfully, swinging into action. The men were down in five seconds flat. You sprinted back down the corridor towards a glass window. Shooting out the glass with your gun, you leaped through the window to land a flying kick to one of the mercenaries attacking Jason.
“Hello Sweetheart, it’s nice of you to drop in,” Jason flirted as you joined him in the battle. The two of you fought seamlessly together.
“I was in the neighborhood,” you mused, punching a mercenary out cold. You flipped over Jason to perform a high kick on another one.
So, I'm really curious as to what kind of "Awkward Romantic Crap" Keith did during the first three weeks of dating Lance when they were "boyfriends-who-don't-know-how-to-be-boyfriends" XDD Could you maybe give some examples?
I could, but, really, isn’t stuff like that sometimes best left to the imagination? ;) … Right, who am I kidding? I’m a bit sleepy, so my apologies — I’m gonna just give ya one example of Keith being an awkward turtle of a person :)
Awkward Romantic Crap, The First
Keith adores Lance a stupid amount. He spent several months contemplating (between the denying and the repressing because feelings why?) the many ways he would kiss that loudmouth into silence, give him all the reasons as to why he was wanted and valuable, not allowing him the chance to doubt himself ever again, but now they were boyfriends and Keith … He just couldn’t find the words.
So he tried with this one romantic gesture — he tried to get Lance flowers.
Lance had no allergies (Keith sacrificed his dignity to ask Hunk), the flowers were normal and totally not flesh-eating (Keith gave up a little more pride to ask Coran for where to get a bouquet), and flowers were a thing couples did (according to Shiro, and by this point Keith sort of wanted to live inside Red and never face the team again).
So the reason why this became Awkward Romantic Crap is because Keith just could not find the right time to give them to Lance.
There had to be some kind of special boyfriend-sense he was lacking because it never felt right to just suddenly give Lance flowers. And he really didn’t want to do it in front of the others, and his private time with Lance was hard to come by and most of it they spent feeling out their relationship and having some truly humiliating (albeit necessary) talks about boundaries or whatever.
They bouquet stayed in his room for a week, the special space blooms starting to droop.
Until Lance came into his room, rubbing the back of his neck, sheepishly asking if they could have a date-night on the observation deck couch … And going mute halfway through his question when he saw the flowers.
Silence for a few seconds. Then, “Uh, who’s brought you flowers? Wait, was it that chick with the Elvis hair? Keith, Keith did you bond with another mullet? Are you … Okay, I mean, no, I’m being dumb. You can get flowers from admirers, it’s fine. Just … you could have mentioned it? Do we have to talk about this kind of stuff too? Or am I being, like, possessive if I ask you to tell me? Oh god, am I a controlling boyfriend —”
Keith shut him up with a kiss (maybe this made his heart speed up in the most awesome ways, but that didn’t negate the strategic value for getting a word in when Lance was full-ramble.) And then, trying to keep the blush down and failing, he said quickly, “They’re for you. They were … I got them, a week back, and I just … I couldn’t figure out when to give them to you?”
“A week — were you hiding them whenever we were hanging out in here?”
Keith didn’t answer except to turn even redder.
Lance wasn’t a silly jackass all of the time (though Keith actually found that silly jackass behaviour kind of fun and/or sweet because he was doomed), so he didn’t mock Keith at all — he just smiled and said, “Uh, you can give them to me now, if you want?”
Instantly, Keith reached over to the vase, pulling the flowers out, a few navy blue petals falling as he all but thrust them into Lance’s chest, the stems dripping water. “These are for you.”
“And what’s the occasion?” Lance asked, pink blossoming along his cheeks, down his neck.
“Just … just that I … I’m good with us. Now. And … happy. Because of you. So, thanks. For your existence.”
Lance’s face was doing a thing — Keith couldn’t tell if he was fighting back laughter or tears, but then two arms wrapped around his shoulders, bringing him into a soft yet lingering kiss. Satin petals brushed against Keith’s face as Lance still gripped the bouquet tightly.
When they both pulled away, Lance was grinning and Keith didn’t feel so awkward anymore.
Except when his boyfriend started speaking again … “Dude, would you have just let my flowers die before you grew a spine and gave them to their rightful owner? For shame, Red, for shame.” He dragged the bouquet into the limited space between them. “Look at my precious babies! Did you change the water? You’re supposed to change the water, Keith, you can’t just —”
Keith crushed the flowers between their chests in order to gain access to that irritating (delicious) mouth. Lance wailed about his flowers even as their lips met again. Keith let Lance go long enough to get the flowers some fresh water, watching him carefully tend to the blooms that were still intact.
And then Keith dragged him in for more kisses — he was always better with actions than words. Except flower-giving, apparently. But Keith had learned that he could do that kind of romantic crap, at least once. Better luck next time — he’d give them to Lance in front of everyone, come hell or high water, damn it.
(And maybe, at some point in the future, Keith finds a few dark blue flowers pressed between the pages of an old Altean book Allura had given Lance for his birthday.
Keith will blush again, cringe at the memory, and then kiss his boyfriend stupid when he walks through his bedroom door because he truly adores Lance a stupid amount, and Lance always appreciates his awkwardness, sees his efforts as the most sincere gestures of love, and Keith can’t help but see any mockery that did come his way as endearing.
I am off to bed, and oh so tired, but hopefully this drabble makes some kind of sense. Hope you found it both awkward and enjoyable! ;D *hugs* Many thanks for asking!
@sir-scandalous this is the hanahaki Shance au I mentioned, it was written a few months ago, and I pretty much forgot about it until you mentioned hanahaki disease in a post, and I remembered I wrote something for a hanahaki au. I posted it and hope you like it!
It might be awful, I’m not the best author.
Lance sat on the observation deck, watching the stars and universe. It was once a dream, to go into space, and to travel the universe… Lance winced as his chest suddenly burst into flames nearly, it hurt, but it was gone just as quickly. He blinked at the stars, something he’s used to seeing so often now.
He managed to go into space, along with his team and rival, and his hero. Thrown into a war they didn’t know about, something ten thousand years in process. Fighting for the fate of the universe, to protect their home planet and many others, most of which had no idea they were even doing it.
It made Lance’s eyes burn with the beginning of tears, and he blinked them back. He was afraid of someone seeing him cry, of seeing his facade dropped. He wasn’t really useful, or talented, but the least he could do is keep the team together, happy and laughing, even if it means he will be hurt in the process and he would suffer in the dark, quiet and hidden.
Lance also knew he was far too self-sacrificing, taking on the anger of the others to keep them from fighting with themselves, hiding his pain and accepting others to bring out smiles. He knew it was not good to do it, but he was far too much like his oldest sister, too self-sacrificing and willing to suffer for others.
Ah, not good… Lance grimaced as he felt his eyes blur, wiping his tears, Lance stiffened as footsteps echoed in the halls, getting closer to him. Blinking away tears and plastering a fake smile, though he could feel he wasn’t doing to good at it, Lance kept his eyes locked on the stars, the footsteps stopped at the entrance, as if he surprised whomever it was he was there.
Well, of course he did, he shouldn’t be up so late anyways. Lance turned and blinked at the figure who had stopped in the doorway.
“Lance? What are you doing up?” Shiro asked, continuing to walk up to him. Lance almost flinched when the pain returned to his chest.
“Ah, Shiro. I couldn’t sleep, figured I would watch the stars.” Lance laughed as he looked out to the stars again, he was afraid to look at Shiro, he was found in a weak spot and he didn’t want Shiro to notice. He wasn’t a fool, he knew Shiro was more observant than he let on, and that was dangerous.
“Oh?” Shit, Shiro didn’t believe him “I hope you don’t mind me joining you” Shiro said and Lance nodded, trying to act tired to make up for his lack of boisterous nature.
Lance stared out at the stars and found his mind turning to his previous thoughts, his older sister Mira. He was very close to her and- Shaking his head discreetly, Lance forced his thoughts away, to talking with Blue, or teasing Pidge.
“Lance? You ok?” Shiro asked and Lance jumped a bit, Shiro was looking at him, trying to see his face. Lance blinked back more tears and turned to flash Shiro a smile.
“Of course!” Lance said, pulling on as much bravado as he could, but he was tired from holding up his mask all day, he hadn’t expected anyone to come into the observatory so he wasn’t prepared to throw it back up again.
“Lance.” Shiro was using that tone, Lance knew it too well, it wasn’t the Lance, enough tone, it was the I’m not that easy to fool, so start talking tone. He’s used it on Lance plenty enough times, but Lance always managed to escape it. No one was around to make a distraction, he couldn’t pick a fight with Keith, or use Hunk as a way of escape.
“I miss home.” Lance said, not entirely telling the truth. Shiro’s eyes softened as he nodded, Lance couldn’t help the feeling in his chest as he realized just how deep in love he was, and just how bad that was.
“We all do… It’s ok to be homesick, we all are. Protecting home is important too.” Shiro said and Lance bit his tongue to keep from lashing out, he was getting irritated, but he knew he shouldn’t be. He wasn’t used to being worried over, it was weird because he was so used to keeping people from noticing, he’s forgotten what it’s like.
“I-I know… I’m not going to leave, I just… feel bad for worrying my family, they have no idea where I am.” Lance said, before shaking his head and letting out a laugh, though it sounded empty to his own ears.
“I’m fine, just tired is all.” Lance said, standing up and backing away a bit. Shiro stood up as well, and when he reached out to set a comforting hand on Lance’s shoulder, Lance fled.
“Good night Shiro.” Lance said, before turning tail and nearly running from the room. He heard Shiro mutter a ‘good night’ too, but he had been so focused on getting away he didn’t register it much.
Making it to his room, Lance sat on his bed and closed his eyes, clutching his chest as it became difficult to breathe. Lance coughed suddenly, it hurt and burned as he violently tried to expel whatever was in his lungs.
Lance blinked at the handful of petal in his hand, a few violet ones and white petals, blood was with them. Not much blood, but there was still some. A little blood dripped from his chin and Lance used his free hand to wipe it off as he let out a laugh.
Lance knew it was possible, despite how rare it was. He seen it happen, and now, he get’s to learn more about it… Because the seeds have already been planted.
Now they’re blooming, and things are going to get difficult.
Lance had always been told he was so much like Mira, too self-sacrificing and too quick to take the pain of others. Too thoughtful, too selfless, too much kindness and not enough selfishness.
He was too much like his beloved oldest sister, too quick to make people happy, no matter how much it hurt…
Now he was even more like her, falling in love and it being unrequited. Too sentimental to give up his feeling of love, and too selfless to tell anyone about it in fear it becomes requited because of it.
Laughing bitterly, Lance crushed the flowers in his hand as he shook his head, tears falling. His love would not be requited, there was no possibility, and because he knew that, and accepted it, they bloomed.
Shoving the flowers into a drawer, Lance cleaned his hands before running one hand through his hair. He knew it was foolish, he was too selfless to fall in love, too quick to accept his fate, too dearly holding on to something knows he can’t have.
Maybe that’s why he laughed, knowing he couldn’t fix it. He knew when the seeds were planted, he knew it, because he knew his feelings, so he knew when they started.
Coughing more, Lance stuffed more flowers into the drawer, wiping his hands on his black flight suit. Sitting on his bed, Lance recalled the day he found out Mira had Hanahaki.
Lance sighed as he finally got home, he managed to escape his bullies. Mira was visiting and he was excited to see her. She had been seeming down lately, her skin grew paler, she lost her bright smiles and grins, and she began to lock herself away. She was coming home more often though, and he he tried to make her happy, telling her stories and adventures he had just to get her to laugh, because she was pretty when she laughed.
He was happy to see her, he never really asked about her, because his Mama and Papa would grow sad. So he kept quiet and waited for the times she would visit.
Running inside, he set his bag down and ran towards her room to see if she was already there, only to stop at gagging in the bathroom. Quietly peeking through the crack in the door, to see his beloved sister vomiting in the toilet. He went in to rub her back and hold her hair back, he did it for his other sisters when they were sick, and some of his long haired brothers. It always made him feel better to know he could help out, even if it was just a little.
“Hermana?” Lance whispered, and his eyes widened in horror when he saw her vomiting up flowers and blood… Lots of it. He panicked and rushed to her, hugging her and sobbing, all the while she cried and hugged him close, whispering in a hoarse voice about how sorry she was.
Two months later, Lance came home and looked for his sister, she began living with them again, only to find her collapsed on the floor, blood and flowers pooled around her body.
“Mama! Mama! Mira, Mama, Mira!” Lance frantically called his mother, who rushed home to find him wailing and hugging his sister. The flowers grew and wrapped around her lungs in vines and blossoms, filling them and tearing them open, while crushing her ribs. She suffocated on the flowers and blood, dying at the delicate age of 23.
It killed Lance inside.
“Lance! Wake up!” Hunk called through the door and Lance jumped, he hadn’t realized he had been so lost in his memories. Tears fell down his cheeks and he was shaking, wiping his eyes Lance frantically shut the drawer with the petals in it. Mira died long ago, twelve years ago, and… He might just join her.
Standing up, Lance put on his armor and left his room, meeting Hunk in the hallway. He missed breakfast so Hunk came to check on him. Lance smiled confidently as he patted Hunk’s shoulder, playing his normal overconfident self.
“Sorry Hunk, Beauty sleep is important!” Lance boasted as Hunk lead him to the kitchen. Him and Hunk talking as normal, the day going by like every other. Training, talking, bonding.
Of course, Lance limited his interactions with Shiro the best he could, because he loved him. It was a horrible thing to know it would never be requited, and he almost got over his feelings for the slightly older teen, only to suddenly help save him and be trapped on the same ship with him. He hid his feelings so well, at least, until he acknowledged he wouldn’t have his feelings returned.
Then the flowers bloomed and his chest began to burn and contract. It got worse the more Shiro smiled and praised, the more Shiro touched him, the more he looked at Shiro.
It hurt, so so much. He wouldn’t let anyone know, and always brushed off their concern with a joke or snarky comment. Shiro would look at him suspiciously, after running into him on the observation deck, Lance never returned, instead hanging out in Blue’s hangar.
Shiro obviously knew Lance was limiting their interactions, and he didn’t look pleased at all. Lance laughed and joked with Hunk, teased Pidge, and bickered with Keith as usual during lunch, but then Shiro walked in and Lance’s chest constricted painfully, the more he was around Shiro, the more his love solidified and the more flowers grew, constricted, and filled his lungs. Lance rubbed his chest, trying to make it seem unsuspicious, before he excused himself from lunch.
“I’m heading to visit Blue.” Lance said as he stood up, Shiro had been there for a few minutes, but the pain was getting bad, the disease was getting worse. Standing up, Lance quickly turned and left the room, aware someone was following him. Turning, Lance tensed, it was Hunk and the look on Hunk’s face told Lance this wasn’t going to be pleasant.
“Lance, you feeling ok?” Hunk asked and Lance went to sigh, but leaned against the wall with a shoulder as he coughed harshly into his hands, eyes widening at the horrible timing, blood poured into his hand, as well as a bunch of petals, blue and white. Hunk gasped in horror.
“Lance! You have Hanahaki?” Hunk cried and Lance looked around, glad no one seemed to hear, because no one came rushing up.
“Hunk shh! It’s fine.” Lance said as he stuffed the flowers and blood into his pocket. Hunk opened his mouth to argue, but Lance shook his head. “Please Hunk, don’t tell anyone.”
“Who? Who is it?” Hunk asked and Lance frowned, he couldn’t tell Hunk it was Shiro. If Shiro knew, he would reciprocate his feelings, and Lance would feel like shit. Hunk set a comforting hand on Lance’s back as they leaned against the wall, Hunk partially blocked Lance from the end of the hallway where the kitchen was. The comforting affection and trust in him had Lance breaking, he couldn’t lie to Hunk anymore, he couldn’t do that to his best friend.
“I-It's… It’s Shiro.” Lance whispered, and Hunk blinked before he began to hug Lance closer. “I didn’t think I fell so hard. It’s… It started blooming when I realized I couldn’t be with him, it… It wasn’t possible.”
“This is going to be just like-” Hunk swallowed heavily, the weight of it hitting him. “Just like Mira…” Lance just nodded, and it was quiet before Hunk took a deep breath and sighed.
“Ok… I won’t tell anyone. But if they find out on their own, I’m not covering.”
“Thank you Hunk.” Lance whispered, leaning into Hunk as he wrapped him in an embrace, Lance loved Hunk’s hugs, it was comforting and warm. It felt safe, even with him dying. It hurt so much more to force his best friend to keep his feelings hidden, the chest pressure and pain was horrible, but he hated doing this to Hunk.
“You know, now I’m dying in a beautiful way.” Lance joked dryly and Hunk groaned as he tightened his grip. Hunk was a great friend, and though he knew Hunk would be distraught about Lance refusing to confess to Shiro, he still would keep his promise. The cure was right there, and Lance refused it, and it was going to kill Hunk inside.
“Please don’t joke about this… Never something this serious.” Hunk said and Lance nodded, before he was released and Hunked watched him go to the Blue lion’s hangar. Lance spent a lot of time there, Hunk often seen him sitting with the Blue lion and talking to her, sometimes he was in the Blue lion, sometimes just polishing her metal. The two were close, even Coran and Allura admitted that Lance and Blue had an unusually strong bond, even for the blue lion being the one of loyalty, bravery, and courage.
Hunk sighed as he turned to go back to the kitchen, blinking a bit in surprise as Shiro stepped out, nearly bumping into him.
“Oh, Hunk. Is Lance ok?” Shiro asked and Hunk nodded, smiling as he rubbed his neck.
“Yeah, Lance is ok. Just a little homesick is all.” Hunk said, turning and going into the kitchen, he was a terrible liar, and if he didn’t get away, he’d break his promise to Lance.
Shiro noticed it more during training, a while after Hunk found out. He had been noticing Lance was seemingly ignoring him, only talking with him when it came to missions, training, or when Shiro scolded him. Lance wasn’t joking around or just talking with him anymore, and it hurt.
Lance had been sparring with Keith when he had jolted, and slid around Keith before dropping his bayard and bolting from the room.
“Bathroom.” was all he choked out as Keith blinked in surprise and the others confusedly looked at each other. Hunk worriedly watched the door, Shiro nearly chased him down, but decided to wait.
It was nearly twenty minutes before Lance finally came back, his eyes were slightly puffy and his hair was ruffled a bit, most likely from running his hands through it. Lance looked pale, and that’s extremely worrying because the teen was normally tan. Lance laughed off their concern his hands stuffed into the pockets of his armor.
Keith grouched at Lance for running off in the middle of their spar, poking at Lance for being afraid, and Lance pointed a dark, kind of damp looking, gloved hand at Keith saying something about Keith’s mullet making him sick.
Shiro sighed and broke up the impending argument, catching on to the quick dodge Lance made to avoid Shiro’s touch. Turning and huffing, Lance turned to Hunk. Nothing was said, but Hunk smiled and Lance grinned back, something didn’t feel right and Shiro resisted the urge to force Lance to speak up. There was something he was missing.
If it was serious, Lance would say something. He never hesitated to say anything before.
“Let’s continue.” Lance said, turning back to Keith after retrieving his bayard. Shiro watched in concern as Lance sparred with Keith, he was hiding something, and it was bothering Shiro…
More frustrating, Lance was avoiding Shiro.
Shiro didn’t want to bring it up, and he kept telling himself Lance would tell him eventually. Lance, however, continued to joke around and play it off, avoiding him, and coughing into his hand and dismissing it. Shiro admitted that if it wasn’t for the slight red on Lance’s hand, Shiro may have let it be.
Lance hid it well, frighteningly well that if he hadn’t caught on to something being wrong, he wouldn’t have known. Anytime someone brought up his cough, he would brush it off with his usual overconfidence and bravado. Shiro kept telling himself that if it was serious, Lance would tell him, but the way Lance has been avoiding their interactions made it clear he wouldn’t. So when Lance suddenly got up from dinner, spewing some excuse and bolting, Shiro followed him.
Lance had run to the bathroom and was crouched to to the toilet, huffing and coughing. Lance laughed weakly as he ran a shaking hand through his hair.
“Haha, figures…ack.” Shiro flinched when Lance started coughing, and vomiting, the sound of liquid hitting the toilet made Shiro worry. At first, he sounded like he had a space flu or something, but then Lance leaned back on his heels and put his slightly red stained hands on his knees, and Shiro caught sight of the blood splatters on the toilet seat and flower petals. Frozen in horror, Shiro watched as Lance suddenly threw himself over the toilet again and began vomiting more blood and petals, a lot of it.
“Lance?!” Shiro yelled as he rushed up, Lance’s eyes widening in horror at the sight of Shiro. “What’s going on?!” Shiro demanded and Lance scrambled and flushed the toilet, and blocked the blood on the seat as he faced Shiro.
“Nothing! It’s just the space flu!” Lance said quickly, and Shiro floundered for a minute, he didn’t actually know what space flu looked like, but this didn’t seem right.
“Lance.” Shiro knew his sounded angry, and Lance flinched before standing up and shoving his hands in his pocket, his tense shoulders relaxed as Lance sighed, though it sounded rough. Lance could feel the barbs and vines in his throat and lungs.
“Seriously Shiro, it’s just the space flu, I didn’t say anything because it’ll just pass.” Lance said and Shiro pinched the bridge of his nose in anger, and to hide his hurt. He hated that Lance was hiding something from him, he may not know what the space flu looked like but something in the back of his head was telling him- screaming at him not to believe what Lance was saying, that something wasn’t right.
“I-Next time, you better tell what the hell is really going on.” Shiro said, his voice was intimidating and Lance looked away as Shiro stormed out of the bathroom, too angry to stay there and too afraid to let his hurt show and cause a problem. He was angry that Lance was lying to him, afraid that Lance didn’t trust him, it made his chest ache and burn.
Lance sagged on the bathroom floor, weakly breathing as tears welled up in his eyes. Brushing them away, he cleaned the blood up and the flowers, before making his way to his room. Lance was relieved that Shiro didn’t seem to remember what Hanahaki was, but he was also disgusted in himself for being caught.
“What am I supposed to do? I’m a fool.” Lance whispered to no one as he fell onto his back, the soft and comforting Altean mattress didn’t help his despair. Lance curled into himself and cried, quiet sobs and his body wracking in pain. The flowers blooming in his chest making it hard to breathe.
He was hurting everyone he loved, this disease was horrible. It was getting harder to hide, but now that Shiro knew, Lance was terrified everyone else would know. Blinking his teary eyes, Lance couldn’t stop the horrible memories from getting to him.
Mira coughing up blood and flowers, Angela starting to as well before being put into surgery. Lance threw and arm over his eyes as he let out a watery chuckle, though his chest burned and tightened.
“I’m sorry.” he whispered, he wasn’t going to have his feelings removed with the flowers. It was horrible. Angela never truly loved after that, and the one she loved never connected to her again, their bond ruined by the feelings being taken. He couldn’t risk ruining the bond, however fragile it must be now, with Shiro.
He couldn’t risk it, only hope that he could last long enough to do his duty until his death. Lance’s blue eyes dripped tears, locked onto the ceiling as he bitterly laughed, though it hurt terribly.
“It’s unfair.” His muttered, the beautiful flowers that fell from his lips, white hydrangeas and blue wisteria blossoms. Unfairly beautiful signs of his upcoming death. He always hated Hanahaki, it took Mira, shattered his family, stole an important bond from little Angela. She was only twelve, she didn’t deserve such a fate at a young age.
Sleep stole him away, into a darkness too terrifyingly familiar. Hospitals and graves, the very flowers trapped in his beloved sisters lungs graced the floor as she had her love taken, and familiar beautiful flowers gracing a far too familiar grave. Nightmares of memories, his broken family, his sisters, his scared little siblings, sad older siblings, his Mama’s broken heart, his Papa crying for the first time, but not the last.
Lance shot up in his bed, tears cascading down his face as he covered his mouth to muffle the screams that he knew would have been ripping from his throat had the flowers not been choking him. Coughing more up in the bathroom, Lance stumbled toward the hangars, he wanted to talk to Blue, to apologize for being too weak to give up his love. Only, he bumped into Keith, who was coming out of his room.
“What? What the hell are you doing up?” Keith whispered, but Lance only shook his head, reigning himself into control.
“Don’t worry about it mullet.” Lance said with his usual snark, but Keith only narrowed his eyes.
“What’s going on with you? Everyone is worried sick!” Keith hissed and Lance turned away, he could tell Keith was clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, he was too easily angered and impatient.
“Nothing you need to worry about mullet. It shouldn’t matter.” Lance said, he felt bad for his irritation, but he didn’t want Keith to know. He didn’t want anyone to know at all. Pulling from Keith’s reach, Lance turned and stalked down the hall to Blue, Keith fuming in the hallway. As soon as he was out of sight, Lance ran to Blue, rushing up to her as he coughed a few more flowers up.
“Hey Blue, I’m sorry.” He said as he ran a hand along her metal paw, the resounding purr through their bond and link comforted him.
Worry… Paladin… Affection. Lance smiled at the feelings, and laughed a bit at the image of them flying together.
“Of course Blue, til the moment every blossom stops.” Lance said and Blue rumbled in sadness, and Lance lowered his eyes a bit.
“I know, but there isn’t anything we can do Blue, I’m weak, I can’t risk it. I’m so sorry.” Lance said and Blue rumbled again, bending her head down so Lance could rub her nose, even though he knew she couldn’t feel it. He still did it because he knew she enjoyed it.
“I’ll do my best, but I can’t promise you something I can’t control. Night Blue.” Lance whispered, watching his lion return to her position. Leaving the hangar, Lance headed back to his room.
Training the next day was awful, everyone was tensed and watching him in worry. Pidge knew something was off, but because no one said anything or jumped at him, Lance knew no one but Hunk knew of his disease. Shiro didn’t remember what it was, and he didn’t seem to go to Pidge with his concerns, so Lance continued training.
He did well, despite the pain and suffocating feeling. It wasn’t until Lance suddenly leaned over and began gasping as a flower blocked his air way. Coughing, Lance’s eyes widened in horror as everyone rushed over to him. Shaking away the hands and escaping, Lance collapsed against the wall of the training room, he faintly heard someone stop the training. Lance held a hand against the wall for support as everyone called out for him in worry, but his vision was going dark as he tried to dislodge the flower in his throat.
It was a full patch of Hydrangea, not just a few tiny individual blossoms. Lance weakly groaned as someone grabbed his shoulders.
“Shit…” Was all he gasped out, as he slumped down, everything going dark.
Lance sprung up from the bed he was laid in, the burning in his chest and constriction was still there. Blinking, Lance barely registered someone speaking, maybe to him or not… He couldn’t tell.
“M-Mira…” Lance choked out as a petal fell from his lips. Suddenly, he noticed someone was shaking him. Eyes adjusting, he realized it was Coran, and he was speaking.
“C-Coran?” Lance asked Coran sighed, Pidge was in the room too. Rubbing his eyes, Lance turned to Coran.
“Pidge and Hunk explained to me what this Hanahaki disease is. Quiet odd that flowers grow in your chest. But! It would be rather easy to remove them, despite that you have a rather lot.” Coran said and Lance shook his head, waving off Coran as he stood.
“Lance, don’t be stupid.” Pidge said and Lance sighed as he tested his balance, before sticking his hands into his pocket.
“I’m not… I know what this does.” Lance said and Pidge rubbed her eyes. Lance groaned as he turned to face her.
“Lance! This isn’t something you can just brush off!” Pidge yelled, frustrated tears collecting in her eyes as Coran set a hand on her shoulder.
“If nothing changes, you’ll be getting the surgery no matter what.” Coran stated and Lance shot a bitter look at the Altean.
“No. Nope. Not gonna happen.” Lance said as he stalked towards the door, Pidge groaned and followed him, but he didn’t miss her worry.
“Lance, we need to tell the others. You shouldn’t be hiding this.” Pidge spoke up and Lance whirled on her, a horrified and fear wracked expression.
“No!” Lance said and Pidge jumped, before Lance turned away and covered his eyes. “Please, just… Let me tell them, I just need a little time.”
“Lance! You have fucking flowers in your lungs!” Pidge cried out exasperated and Lance turned to look at her, blue eyes glistening with tears.
“Please Pidge.” Lance muttered and Pidge’s breath hitched but she nodded, though he knew she would tell them if he didn’t sometime soon.
Lance didn’t get to his room in time, hoping to avoid Shiro. He knew the others knew he had Hanahaki, but he knew Keith and Hunk wouldn’t say anything. Keith, because he probably was too emotionally distraught and Hunk was probably panicking so they wouldn’t be able to explain.
Lance seen his room, but failed to get there because Shiro suddenly grabbed him by the waist, pinning him to the wall. Lance tried to force his feelings down, he couldn’t start blushing and stuttering, this wasn’t the time.
“You aren’t going anywhere, now talk.” Shiro growled out, his flesh arm was gripping his waist and his Galra arm was on the wall beside Lance’s head.
“I-I don’t know-” Shiro caged Lance in more at Lance’s attempt at escaping. Shiro narrowed his eyes as he kept Lance trapped.
“Lance-” Shiro was cut off as Lance shook his head, trying to figure a way to escape.
“It’s nothing Shiro!” Lance exasperatedly said, he couldn’t tell him it was because he loved him. It would put unnecessary blame on Shiro. He couldn’t blame himself if Lance never told him.
“This isn’t nothing Lance!” Shiro yelled and Lance tried pushing Shiro away, but the slightly older teen refused. Fully pinning Lance against the wall, Shiro narrowed his eyes, daring Lance to lie.
Then the alarms went off, signalling they were under attack. Shiro growled as he narrowed his eyes at Lance.
“We aren’t done talking.” Shiro said, before letting Lance free, and they both ran to the hangars. Getting into their lions, Lance let out a relieved breath.
Lance felt awful, Shiro may have sounded angry, but Lance has a lot of siblings, he knew when someone was using anger to hide worry and fear.
The Galra kept them from forming Voltron, so they had to fight separately. Lance coughed up more flowers, Blue keeping them from being damaged while he threw up more flowers and blood. It was getting worse, the flowers were nearly fully bloomed and there was more blood.
Lance glanced at the controls and sighed a bit, the rest were doing good. Rushing and clearing more ships, Lance cursed in spanish as he was knocked to the ground. Blue was knocked out of commission for the most part. Lance could hear the others yelling at him as he left Blue, yelling at him to return to the controls.
“Blue’s out of commission, gonna have to do it the hard way.” Lance yelled back, shooting all the Galra rushing towards him, shooting ships out of the sky, protecting Blue the best he could.
“Lance! It’s not safe!” Shiro yelled at him, and Lance felt bad, there was terror in Shiro’s tone and he couldn’t help but like the concern. Shoving it back, Lance choked as his body felt on fire, his chest was crushing and he couldn’t breathe, but he kept shooting.
It wasn’t long till Blue jumped back in and blasted a Glara ship out of the sky, saving Lance from what would have been his demise. The battle was done and Lance could hear everyone breathing out and calming down over the comms.
“Lance?” Hunk spoke and Lance put his bayard away. Grunting, Lance began coughing violently, the terrified voices of his friends nearly overlapping each other over the comms.
“What the hell is going on Lance?!”
“Don’t you dare Lance!”
Lance blinked at the waterfalls of blood and flowers falling from his lips. Blinking blearily, Lance heard him being yelled at not to pass out. Lance laughed though, as he hunched over and began vomiting up more waterfalls of blood and flowers, so beautiful despite the fact that it was a sign he was going to die soon.
“Lance! Shit, don’t- god please!” Shiro cried into the comms, and Lance felt himself chuckle bitterly. He didn’t see his life flash before his eyes like in books or something, he just felt the pulling sensation in the back of his mind. He was in a lot of pain, and he felt weak as the world seemed to darken.
“O-Oh shit…” Lance said as the black lion landed near him, he looked at the ridiculous amount of blood and flowers, there was so much.
Lance finished coughing, and blinked at the figure running towards him as he crumpled. He got caught before fully hitting the ground as all the lions landed. Blinking up, Lance realized Shiro was yelling at him and looked on the verge of tears.
“Lance! Shit shit shit, don’t close your eyes!” Shiro was yelling, not understanding what was going on as the others dropped to their knees around him. He vaguely noted that Shiro wasn’t mad anymore, if anything, he look horrified.
“Shit! Why didn’t you tell anyone you had Hanahaki?” Keith yelled and Lance let out a pained cough, another flower falling from his mouth.
“I-I did…” Lance weakly said and Hunk shook his head.
“You should have told us all, not convinced me to keep quiet.” Hunk cried and the group began to panic. Pidge muttering quick explanations on the Hanahaki disease while Shiro rushed Lance to his lion. Hunk and Yellow brought Blue up to the castle ship while Shiro panicked with Lance and his fading pulse.
“Shit, god, Lance please.” Shiro muttered in panic as tears fell. He didn’t know what to do, he was missing to many memories, he couldn’t remember what Hanahaki disease’s cure is or if there even was a cure. His chest was burning and he felt like he was suffocating, fear and terror ripping him apart at the seams.
“I-It’s F-Fine…” Lance weakly said as he struggled to breathe, the flowers were getting worse, it was almost time. It’s been going on since they left Earth, but Lance has loved Shiro longer than that, which was why it was so bad.
“It’s not! Please, oh shit, Lance don’t leave… What do I do?” Shiro was definitely panicking now as they landed in the hangars.
“D-Don’t… Don’t let them… re-remove my l-love.” Lance muttered and Shiro blinked, before he finally remembered.
“Shit shit, who do you love? Fuck, we can find a way to-”
“S-Shiro… S-Stop…” Lance whispered and Shiro began to sob as he ran from his lion to the infirmary.
“Y-You can’t die! P-Please, d-don’t leave us… Don’t leave me.” Shiro cried, his hidden feelings, locked and pushed way coming to light. The others remained quiet as Pidge cried with Hunk, and Keith kept his eyes cast on the floor, tears dripping from his chin, Allura and Coran unable to do anything.
“S-Sorry…. S-Shiro.” Lance muttered as he lifted a shaky hand to Shiro’s cheek, having been placed on a medical bed. Shiro felt his chest burn, it hurt so bad, but he was too distraught to care.
“Please Lance… I love you.” Shiro begged, the last part his whispered as he closed his eyes and sobbed, the other paladins already past that point as they openly sobbed, wailed, and cried. Allura turned away and Coran covered his teary face in his hand.
Lance fell limp, and that was what shattered everyone. Shiro stood up, his chest aching as he brushed Lance’s hair back. Lance’s head fell to the side, everyone calmed down and grief strickenly moved over to Lance.
Only for blood and flowers to fall from his lips, Lance began to violently cough and hack it up. The blood stopped coming, but Lance continued to cough.
“Shit, breathe man breathe!”
“He’s choking Keith, he can’t breathe!”
“Not the time Pidge!”
“Q-Quiznak-” Lance muttered before violently coughing again, Shiro helped him sit up, though Lance kept leaned over as he hacked up flowers. There were so many that just piled up, Shiro was terrified, and the other’s panicked as they tried to help, rubbing Lance’s back, helping Lance remove the flora by gently pulling the flowers and vines out.
It was a long painful process, but Lance finally fell still. Panicked, Pidge checked his pulse, but breathed in relief at the weak, but still there, pulsing. Lance was quickly scanned and laid back down, until those last few flowers come out, Coran couldn’t put him into a cryopod. Shiro didn’t let anyone try to perform the surgery, Lance had been adamant about that.
Then, about an hour later, Lance began coughing again, so they helped him up and lean over, as more flowers fell, then silence.
Everyone started crying, he was breathing, and coughing, but no more flowers fell from his lips. Coran scanned him again, before rushing him into a cryopod.
Then it was a waiting game. Shiro never left the room, watching Lance rest in the pod and heal, others came in and watched over him, or made Shiro eat.
Not once did Shiro leave the infirmary.
Lance vaguely remembered collapsing after the battle was over, he remembered darkness and flowers, then he remembered Shiro holding him and crying as Lance talked to him, but Shiro didn’t hear him over his panic and tears.
It’s fine… I accepted this… He remembered thinking that he was going to die choking on his blood and pretty flowers, though he thought it was nice to be in the arms of someone he loved.
Then Mira crossed his mind, she died alone, in pain and suffering, and Lance felt awful to have the person he loved hold him while he died.
Then he was thrown into darkness again, blood and familiar flowers surrounded him. White hydrangeas, blue wisteria, all so pretty, but they floated endlessly in the blood. Lance cupped one in his hands, vaguely aware that something was off, but unable to register it. Looking at his reflection in the blood, Lance noticed blood dripped from his chin and ran down his bare chest to meet the blood he was waist deep in.
Blinking he looked around, someone was calling him… Who was it?
Shaking his head, he turned back to the blood, only to see a woman in white sitting in a white boat. She was beckoning him with a hand, her skin was nearly translucent, her eyes were closed and long bright hair framed her face. There were flowers falling from her mouth, the same ones Lance seen all around him.
Hesitant, Lance decided to ignore the voice, going to the woman. The flowers were beautiful, and maybe she would lead him to other flowers. Reaching to touch the blue wisteria blossoms on the bow of her boat, Lance ripped his hand away as a familiar voice called out again.
The woman beckoned him more impatiently, and Lance reached out again.
I love you.
Lance blinked as the voice finally opened his eyes. Shiro? Lance wondered, turning from the woman, and looking out over the blood and blackness, tons of white hydrangeas and blue wisteria floated in the blood, but Lance couldn’t see the source of the voice. Suddenly, Lance began to sink in the blood, it whirled around him with the flowers, the woman and boat disappearing.
“Quiznak.” Lance muttered as he was suddenly coughing up flowers and shit tons of them. A little blood too, he heard people talking but he was exhausted, his chest hurt and he felt like he was under water, so everything sounded distorted.
Next thing Lance knew, he was stumbling out of the cryopod, confused, dazed, and tired. Someone caught him, and on instinct, Lance tried to pull away.
“Lance!” the person holding him cried out in relief, and Lance blinked, he couldn’t quite think, his mind fuzzy from the pain he had been in and just coming from the cryopod.
“W-Wha? W-Who?” Lance muttered, coughing violently, but no blood or flowers came out thankfully.
“It’s me, Shiro. Pidge, Hunk, Keith, Coran and Allura too.” The voice said and Lance nodded weakly.
“Ugh… Am I dead?” Lance groaned as he suddenly dropped limp, he heard his name being yelled and then nothing.
Shiro jumped at the sound of Lance’s cryopod opening, the tired teen stumbled out and into Shiro’s arms, saving him from hitting the ground. Shiro hugged him close, so relief swarming his being. The burning lessened, but was still there.
“Lance!” Shiro cried in relief, everyone else jumping and rushing over. Lance coughed violently, but no blood or flowers fell.
“W-Wha? W-Who?” Lance muttered, sounding dazed as he finished coughing. Shiro pulled away a bit as he smiled at Lance.
“It’s me, Shiro. Pidge, Keith, Hunk, Coran and Allura too.” Shiro said, watching Lance in worry. Lance blinked slowly before he nodded weakly.
“Ugh…Am I dead?” Then he suddenly collapsed, but he was still breathing. Shiro hugged him close, before lifting him up. Nodding to the others, they followed Shiro to Lance’s room, only to grimace when they opened the door. Blood and flower petals littered his bed and floor, a half open drawer was filled with bloody flowers, they didn’t even dare look in the bathroom.
“I’ll… put him in my room.” Shiro said and the others nodded, Coran and Hunk moving to clean Lance’s room while Pidge and Keith worriedly watched Lance be moved to Shiro’s room.
Setting Lance down, Shiro covered him and breathed out in relief. The pain in his chest was gone, Lance was alive and breathing. Standing up, Shiro quickly pressed a kiss to Lance’s forehead. He’d apologize for being mad when Lance woke up and was coherent.
He cornered and yelled at Lance because he was worried and upset that Lance was lying to him and hiding things from him. He was fed up with Lance running and avoiding him to, so he pinned Lance to get answers.
Who knew his desperation to strengthen their bond would bring so many complications? For now, Shiro just wanted Lance to be ok.
They would figure the rest out later.
Well there it is, I know it’s short and probably a mess. I love the Hanahaki disease Au, its a great way to have angst and tragedy.
Authors note: It was requested to write a few Easter related blurbs and I have no idea how to write them…. So I am sorry about this piece, it is far from the best… but I mean…. I gave it a shot. I am not the best with this children fluff, haha. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys their Easter festivities (If celebrated), and may everyone have a lovely and safe weekend!! Xx
At ten at night and the house is ultimately withdrawn, your little boy is fast asleep and out of trouble, no longer causing mischief and doing everything in his power to stress you out. Your little girl also fast asleep, cuddled up to the purple blanket Harry gave her before he left two weeks ago for many radio interviews and what not.
You overhear the front door open and you smile to yourself, the butterflies rising in your stomach, the all too familiar footsteps echoing against the hard wood floors'
“Hey, you’re still up.” Harry chimes, sliding his jacket off and throwing it over the couch, promptly bending down and kissing your cheek,
“Yeah, the Easter Bunny needs to make his rounds.” You gesture towards the Easter eggs scattered around you and the two baskets that you got the children for their Easter egg hunt with the family. “How was the trip?” You grin as he sits down beside you, sneaking an arm around you.
“So-so. Kinda sick of interviews at the moment,” he sighs, his hand playing with the ribbon that is meant to decorate Olivia’s basket with. “Need some help?” Harry proposes, observing as you’re rather drowsy and would much prefer to be tucked into bed, instead of having to get everything settled for when Olivia and Henry wake up in the morning.
“Just scatter these eggs everywhere, I’m sure Olivia won’t even understand that the Easter Bunny came considering Henry will wake up before her and take all the eggs.” You sigh, knowing that Henry, who is five, is far more excited than his younger sister, who is three, about the Easter bunny.
Olivia doesn’t fully understand and Henry is bound to take advantage of his little sister’s lack of comprehension.
“Henry, he’s a little bugger.” Harry chuckles, “Olivia will have more fun at the egg hunt— which reminds me, Liam said to tell you that he’s got the Easter Bunny coming.” Harry yawns, continuing to play with the ribbon with his free hand.
At first, you hear the patter of little feet scurrying across the floorboards’ and with a sluggish smile you reach over and pull yourself closer to Harry’s body, his soft snores humming as he mumbles a few incoherent words. You close your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath as you try to wake yourself up, knowing that in less than five minutes your two children will be racing in with excited expressions.
Your fingertips trace circles on Harry’s bare skin, the duvet draping over his lower back, leaving the rest of his torso exposed as he sleeps. He tucks his arm under his pillow, moving slightly within his sleep. “Baby…” you whisper, your fingers continuing to pursue his warm skin.
He lets out a small groan, a tiny indication he’s gradually waking, but he’s not fully there yet. “Harry, baby, the kids are up.” You whisper, kissing his cheek and you hear a huff escape his dry lips before he moves and changes his position in the bed, going back to sleeping.
You chuckle to yourself just as you overhear the door creaking open, “Daddy’s home!” Henry reveals rather noisily and excitedly, his sister sleepily behind him as she holds her purple blanket clasped in her small hand. Henry jumps on the bed and Harry instantly moans, his body feeling the bed dipping.
“‘ey, buddy.” Harry drowsily mumbles, his eyes just now opening as Henry crawls closer to Harry. Harry positions himself on his back, allowing his son to sit on his legs,
“daddy we missed you.” He bounces cheerfully, as you lean over your side of the bed to pick up Olivia who has been peaceful while patiently waiting for you to grab her.
You set her down on the bed and she immediately crawls to her father, not giving you the sloppy kiss she usually does when she sees you first thing in the morning. “I missed you, too.” Harry presses a kiss to Henry’s forehead, “aw, darlin’ and you too, come love on daddy.” He opens his arm, allowing Olivia to crawl herself beside Harry, nestling into him. “Are we ready for the Easter hunt today?” Harry challenges, watching as Henry widely smiles and nods his head.
“Niall, Harry, stop yeh cheating! It’s for the children only.” Liam scolds the two as they help their little girls with collecting the scattered eggs. Niall scoffs and places another egg into his four-year-olds basket, peering over at Liam with a grin.
“Mate, she’s three. Just helping her get some eggs.” Harry chuckles, as the other children scramble around frantically, shoving each other playfully to find the perfect eggs and to find the greatest one at that.
Somewhere around the area, there’s the ultimate egg that every little kid wants to get their hands’ on. Every year the parents’ make playful banter over which little one will find the egg, typically the boys’ like to place bets on which one of the sons’ will end up with it.
“Ye’ and Sofie’s Daddy wants some chocolate.” Niall jokes, holding his daughter’s peach coloured basket in his hand, encouraging her to seize the small trail of eggs at her feet.
Niall and Harry currently being the ones with the youngest, both girls’ being just over the age of three, born only a month apart. To say the least what their little girls’ want, they definitely get, even friends’ and family dote on the two girls’ like they’re royalty.
Of course, Niall and Harry love it.
“Careful sweetie.” Harry benevolently clutches Olivia as she stumbles over her own feet, “don’t get your pretty dress dirty, mummy will get upset with me.” He continues, guiding Olivia away from the uneven grass.
She swings her basket from side to side, gradually finding a few small eggs that the older children have neglected.
“Oi, Harry. Wanna find that glorious egg? Heard it was caramel this year.” Niall picks up Sofie as she rubs her eyes, giving up on collecting Easter eggs, much preferring to take a nap on her Daddy’s shoulder.
“You know that is frowned upon.” Harry glances over towards Niall, attempting to stop Olivia from dropping her eggs from her basket.
“And?” Niall raises a brow, “mate, let’s have some fun. The girls’ would appreciate it more than the boys and ya know it.” Niall presses with a grin. Harry sighs and nods, knowing that the boys’ have already managed to take all the decent eggs, leaving the girls’ with the mini ones.
Harry picks up Olivia, and she too nestles into Harry’s neck, just like Sofie is nestled into Niall’s.
“Daddy, I’m sleepy.” Olivia mumbles, her little hand still holding her basket filled with a few small eggs.
“I know sweetie, here sleep on daddy.” Harry presses a kiss to her rosy red cheek before tenderly taking the basket from her hand. “What are we even looking for?” Harry glances towards Niall as they both wander along the verdant area, watching as the other little ones spread around everywhere, searching high and low for the ultimate prize.
Niall shrugs, “your wife said it was a bunny.“
"Y/N knows where it is, I figured,” Harry mumbles childishly, beginning to wonder just where exactly you slipped off too once the hunt began. Harry only assumed you went off with the other wives to grab a glass of wine or to gossip with his sister as she’s perched on the decking, observing everyone from the wooden chairs.
Harry and Niall scope the area with their sleeping girls’ nestled into them, eventually giving up and leaving the egg hunt for the children.
You place your wine glass down on the table, Harry’s Mum describing a story about her weekend shenanigans from last week. You smile over at Harry as he unobtrusively wanders over, showing off Olivia as she’s cuddled into him.
“Aww did you bore her with your terrible egg hunting skills?” Gemma jokes, only causing Harry to roll his eyes at his sister’s playful banter. “I told you to let me help her get eggs.” Gemma pouts, opening her arms, desiring to hold her niece. Harry tenderly places Olivia in her arms, kissing Olivia’s cheek before stealing your glass of wine.
“What we talkin’ about?” He smiles at his mother, taking a sip of your wine as Niall sits down, cradling Sofie.
“We were discussing your mother’s story until you interrupted.” You smile while he takes the seat beside you, continuing to drink your wine.
“Okay, so what is the story?” He curiously asks and you shake your head, his sister chuckling to herself.
There are just some stories he does not need to hear.
“We were just about to talk about you two collaborating.” Gemma gestures between Harry and Niall, bringing up the question that has been circulating for a while.
“Me and him? Nah, don’t like the fella.” Niall shakes his head,
“Feeling is mutual.” Harry agrees playfully, the two of them grinning, still refusing to tell anyone about their plans, even if there are any plans. The seem to relish in keeping people guessing and speculating, especially Harry, he does it constantly. “Can I have my daughter back yet?” Harry looks towards his sister and she shakes her head, her eyes staring down at her niece.
“Nope, I want to hold her forever.” She grins, just as the other parents join the small circle, bringing more wine and stories to share while the children play and hunt Easter eggs.
•Lance is really smart, smarter than people think he is. Many times when people comment on how smart he is he gets livid. Though he hides it and just ignores whoever commented on it and later releases stress during training. The anger pushing him through.
One time Keith found him and went to the observation deck and stopped the training. Lance had passed level that the paladins together couldn’t even get near.
•Lance was in a car crash when he was founder and has scars littered around his abdomen and his back. He has barely survived the crash. The scars still being a pink that stood out. He hates how they look and as he’s changing one of his team mates comes in and he starts to have a “small” panic attack.
•Lance wasn’t o good terms with his family at all. His father took out his anger in him when he was around, not agreeing with how Lance expressed himself or him being bisexual. It made Lance really sensitive to loud noises/yelling. After a mission someone(one of the paladins or Allura. Coran is too nice) yells at Lance for something he did. He flinched and tears start falling from his eyes as he stares at the with a blank face, unable to discern what is his fathers past voice and the current voice.
•Lance had a hard time focusing on anything but one thing. A lot of the time he gets super focused on doing something until he gets it just perfect and finishes it correctly. The team doesn’t know about those and yanks him away from the things he’s doing and it makes him panic and get anxious. Because a voice in his head always told him that if he didn’t do it something bad would happen to those he loves. So when he’s interrupted he can barely function until he finishes what he was doing.
•Lance begins to not sleep or eat and starts hallucinating. He sees his family and his past lovers. Some of his past lovers aren’t the greatest and seeing them again makes him revert to the shy timid and skittish Lance. Even the slightest loud voice or quick movement makes him flinch and start freaking out.
“Disneyland Paris Castle Concept” Tim Delaney, 1990
During the development of the Disneyland Paris park, one of the biggest concerns was the park’s centerpiece castle. After all, France was chock full of its own fantasy-like castles, so whatever the Imagineers built needed to be even more impressive than their previous feats. Many concepts and ideas were presented, but one of the most dramatic departures from the formula was from Imagineer Tim Delaney. Shown here, Delaney envisioned an art nouveau-esque observation tower inspired by European visionaries H.G. Wells and Jules Verne. Guests would have been able to take ornate elevators to the observation decks for full views of this new Disney land. While this aesthetic was not a fit for the park’s castle, it was incorporated into the park’s Discoveryland and into future Disney parks.