“I heard a noise behind me and saw Anna coming out of the house. She walked quickly towards us and, reaching his side, she fell to her knees and put her hands on his throat. He had this look on his face of shock, of hurt. I wanted to say to her, It’s no good, you won’t be able to help him now, but then I realised she wasn’t trying to stop the bleeding. She was making sure. Twisting the corkscrew in, farther and farther, ripping into his throat, and all the time she was talking to him softly, softly. I couldn’t hear what she was saying. The last time I saw her was in the police station, when they took us to give our statements. She was led to one room and I to another, but just before she parted, she touched my arm. “You take care of yourself, Rachel,” she said, and there was something about the way she said it that made it feel like a warning. We are tied together, forever bound by the stories we told: that I had no choice but to stab him in the neck; that Anna tried her best to save him.”
I went to see TGC for the nth time yesterday, and it made me remember back to when we were all so fkn thirsty for the deleted so-called “breakfast scene” from TSS. Remember how gutted and pissed we all were that Vaughn decided to cut it? We all agreed, myself included, that it was a terrible decision.
But now that I’ve seen how he’s used the scene in TGC, I am so so thankful that Vaughn did cut it out from TSS. He may not have cut it for the right reasons at the time, but damn, that scene inserted into TGC now becomes 2000% more powerful in the context as one of Eggsy’s most treasured memories of Harry. Such a beautiful scene would now seem wasted if it had been used in TSS as merely another training sequence between Harry and Eggsy.
Seeing Eggsy being choked up with that memory was worth the long wait to finally see the “breakfast scene.”
I'll protect you with everything I've got - Langst mini fic
Summary: Lance isn’t known for giving up easily so when he looks at his team and thinks he’s the most useless one, it’s no big surprise that he will do everything in his power to change that.
Even if it means he has to sacrifice himself for the greater good.
There are nights when Pidge’s headphones aren’t available for Lance. Sometimes it’s because they are uncharged, other times it’s because someone else is using them. Those are the nights when Lance has to make up for the lack of sound with something, so he usually ends up staring at the ceiling and thinking about his current situation.
Thing is, thinking is good, but thinking too much is dangerous.
It’s in one of those nights that Lance reaches the conclusion that he’s the most useless one in the team and nothing is able to take that idea out of his mind for days after. He sees Shiro talking with Allura about plans and strategies, Pidge and Hunk figuring out more and more about the mysterious alien technology, Keith training and becoming even better than he already is. And then there’s him, doing some unfunny jokes and failing at flirting.
So that’s what makes Lance move from spending those nights staring at ceiling to spending them training with the castle robots. It’s hard at first, to trade his sleeping time for hours in various simulations, but he tells himself his improvement will be worth the effort. His improvement will pay for all the sleepless nights and for the pain of the injuries he collects.
He doesn’t talk to his team about it and convinces himself is because he wants to make a surprise for them and not because he doesn’t want to admit his uselessness. Maybe they were just waiting for him to realize so they could talk about replacing him with someone more qualified. Although space isn’t always the best thing, Lance doesn’t want to be replaced. He doesn’t want to go back and tell his family that he failed at something he was supposedly born to do. It’s better if the team doesn’t know.
But the universe doesn’t like Lance that much and after two weeks,Keith is the first one to find him
It surprises Lance enough to make him let his right side open and of course the robot uses it to its advantage. Lance hits the ground three seconds later, a yelp escaping his lips.
“End training sequence.” He says and can’t help on how defeated his voice sounds. He looks up to see Keith staring at him, a confused look on his face. “Hm, hi Keith”
“You are…training?” Keith asks and Lance flinches at his voice tone. Keith speaks like he doesn’t believe in what he’s seeing.
Like he doesn’t believe Lance is doing something useful.
“Well…yeah"Lance says as his answer. He’s still on the ground, looking at Keith at an awkward angle. Stopping made the ache on his muscles finally surface and Lance wants to use every second he has on the floor to rest a little. “I couldn’t sleep”
“So you came here?” And there’s that voice tone again. Lance doesn’t quite know if hearing Keith talk like that makes him sad or angry.
“Yes.” Lance makes a movement to sit so he can look at Keith properly. His bayard has already deactivated, so he only puts it on his lap as he crosses his legs. “Is there a problem?”
They stare at each other for some seconds and Lance feels his shoulders getting tense. Keith occupies the position of most unpredictable person Lance has ever met and he never fails to honor that title. That said, Lance shouldn’t be so surprised when Keith manages to surprise him again.
After those few seconds of staring, a smile appears on Keith’s face.
“Nah” Keith answers and the smile is still there. “It’s good to know I’m not the only one training a little bit more”
As soon as those words leave Keith’s mouth Lance feels a warm feeling going through his body and he knows it isn’t only because of the exercise he was doing a few moments earlier. Not that Lance is ever gong to admit that hearing those words from Keith made him feel good about himself. That secret was going with him to his grave.
“But don’t train too much” Keith continues and the smirk has left his face to make room for a more serious expression that looks a lot like the ones Shiro pulls when he’s explaining plans. Lance wonders if Keith heard those same words from Shiro some time. “You need your rest too”
“Afraid I’ll be sweeping the floor with your face in the near future?” Lance says but there’s no heat behind his words.
And Keith (Keith!!) chuckles.
“Terrified” The red paladin answers and the smile is back.“But for now” Keith walks to where Lance is sit and extends his hand. It’s a gesture Keith has never used with him and it’s kind of weird but Lance accepts the help anyway. “Let’s see what you are capable of”
Lance smiles at the invitation.
(They end up beating the levels 4 and 5 of the training program and this time Lance isn’t half dead when he tells Keith they make a good team)
For the next two weeks or so, everything is fine. The results of Lance’s extra training start showing and he gets a compliment from Shiro on his good work (Lance was ready to die from happiness) It’s a good feeling, to know he’s a good soldier.
Thing is, training with Keith is good, training against Keith is like asking to have his ass kicked. No matter how hard he tries to get better, Keith still wins. Every single time. And that’s not all. He sees Hunk’s aim getting better, the way he now manages to control his heavy gun like he was born to do it. (Maybe he was. Maybe all of them were born to be paladins. Not Lance, though. He wasn’t born for something that big.) He sees how Pidge can now come up with a plan in a matter of seconds, sees how Shiro uses a confident and firm voice tone to guide them through battle. Lance is good, of course he is. But not good enough. Never good enough.
All the useful things he has to offer can be covered. If he was gone, the team wouldn’t lose much. Long range fighter? They have Hunk to make up for it. Strategist? Pidge. The mood is bad and the team needs to cheer up? Both Shiro and Hunk can help. And then there’s Keith, who is better than Lance in every way possible so there is no need to elaborate things too much. The only things the team would lose for real if he wasn’t there would be his pathetic puns and pick up lines.
It’s only later that he realizes that actually no, those two aren’t the only unique things he has.
Thing is, Lance is tall, thin and has long arms and legs. He’s fast and he’s agile. His reaction time is on point. Sometimes, his body moves faster than his mind.
Lance is the perfect human shield.
The idea hits him like a slap to the face. Is that why Blue chose him? The more he thinks about it, the more sense it makes. He’s there to protect his team. To protect his family.
And that’s what he’s going to do, at all costs.
At first, the pain was bearable; the idea that the aching would run its course and he would be back to normal soon created a sense of hope within the boy. As the weeks went by, however, his hope started to dwindle steadily. The constant shooting pain traveling down his back started creating a wall against him, making him unable to function properly. Although he had been living like this since being caught in the explosion at the beginning of their voyage to space a number of months ago, it was only recently that the other paladins began to notice the changes in their blue boy’s behaviour.
“Come on Lance, you can do this,” Shiro encouraged from the sideline with the rest of their team. They were sparring against the gladiators today, focusing on their hand to hand combat one on one. Lance carefully dodged the robots first few swipes of the staff, he was able to bring his bayard up to counter a few of the attacks. He went to dodge the next hit when his back seized up and he was unable to bend the way he wanted to. He caught the butt of the staff in the legs toppling him over and landed with a wheeze on the floor.
“End training sequence,” Shiro called after letting out a tired sigh. Lance pushed himself up and looked over at Shiro shame in his eyes.
“Lance you’ve done this eight times today but the results are all the same, why are you improving?” He asked. Lance looked down at the ground and only looked up when Shiro turned away.
“We’re ending here for the day, rest up,” He announced to the room before sending one last disappointed stare Lance’s way. Lance could feel his throat closing up in guilt and he curled his shoulders into himself. He could hear the others leaving and looked up to see only Keith left.
“When are you going to take this seriously?” Keith spat. Lance winced and curled up further and looked at him wearily. “This isn’t a game, this is war,”
“I know,” Lance tried to defend himself but was cut off.
“If you know, then you know not to treat training like a joke,” he said shortly before leaving the training deck. Lance could only stare after Keith, the guilt only building in his stomach. Another few weeks passed after the training incident and he could feel his mood decreasing every day; the happy, eager to please young man couldn’t keep the smile on his face, the pain causing him to become bitter and irritable to the others.
“Are you okay man?” Hunk asked one afternoon. He noticed that Lance was stirring around his food goo and had yet to consume one bite.
“Fine,” Lance bit out glaring down at the green gel in front of him. Hunk’s eyebrows furrowed in worry and he put down the bowl in his hand approaching his best friend.
“Are you sure, you’ve been acting really weird for a while now,” He added leaning on the counter between the two of them.
“I said I’m fine,” Lance practically growled stabbing his food with his spoon.
“Well, I’m just saying that if you need to talk to anyone, I’m he-” Hunk started only to be cut off.
“Would you shut up?! I said I’m fine!” Lance yelled at the shocked Hunk. “Stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong!”
“Fine,” Hunk frowned angrily. “You don’t need to be so rude about it,” He walked out of the kitchen without a second glance. Lance looked at the door for a few minutes before putting his head in his hands.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” He whispered to himself trying to ignore the throbbing in his back. His head pounded as well, the lack of sleep catching up to him. He would roll around for hours trying to find a comfortable position to rest in. He mourned the relationship he had with his teammates; his recent behaviour had driven them away from him and he doubted that he would be able to regain their trust and loyalty back so easily. He could see Shiro disappointed shake of the head, Keith and Allura’s angry scowls after all his failed training attempts, and Hunk and Pidge’s annoyed glares after he treated them so unkindly over the past few days. He slunk back to his room, praying that he would be able to get a decent amount of sleep for their mission tomorrow. He curled up underneath his blanket, trying to ignore the sensations of pain.
Although the mission was simple; it was imperative that everything goes off without a hitch. The information stored in this outpost would lead the team to even more Galra prisons, that could potentially house Sam Holt. Lance laid on his stomach in the rafters above his teammates; Pidge who was hacking through the system and the others who were protecting her. He shot anything who got close enough to damage the machine. A Galra soldier was sneaking up beside the machine, Lance chuckled at the easy shot and lined them up with the crosshairs. As he went to squeeze the trigger, spasms started traveling down his back making him freeze. His teeth ground together and his eyes rolled into the back of his head at the pain paralyzing him. He missed the Galra smashing the machine thwarting Pidge’s progress, she pulled the drive out of the computer and joined in on the fight. Lance blinked back tears as he came back to the real world, noticing the trouble his friends were in he started laying down cover fire. They fought through back to the lions and took off back to the Castle. Lance gritting his teeth the whole way; his back felt like it was on fire, the spasms weren’t completely gone and it took all he had not to shout out loud. He slowly walked out of Blue and was immediately crowded by the others.
“What the hell Lance!?” Keith shouted. “You had one job!” Lance shrunk back, the guilt in his stomach coming back full force.
“I-I,” he stuttered out.
“No excuses this time Lance,” Shiro said sternly. Lance’s mouth opened and closed uselessly as he glanced from one paladin to the other. A shout came from across the hanger where Pidge sat on her computer; she sprinted across to join the group.
“We got no data!” She yelled in his face. “All that work for nothing!” Lance’s eyes widened and he tried to explain himself over the sound of everyone else’s accusations. The stress from the past pain filled months caught up with him. The exhaustion of sleepless nights, and the helplessness he felt paired with the guilt building up from every failed training exercise and mission boiled over. A shudder wracked up his frame and his lip began trembling as he pulled it into his teeth. A sob escaped him as tears began to flow over his cheeks, he clutched his sides in his hands as the spasms continued. The paladins quieted and they watched the blue paladin break down in front of them in confusion.
“I-I’m s-sorry,” He hiccuped. “M-my back just h-h-hurts so bad,” he explained. Shiro immediately stepped forwards worry on his face.
“What? Did you get hurt during the mission?” He asked. Lance shook his head no and tried to explain.
“S-since the explosion, i-it hurts a-all the t-time,” he sobbed. “I c-can’t sleep, I-I can’t eat,” he walked forward into Shiro’s chest with a sob.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Or Coran?” He asked eyebrows furrowed in worry for the teenager.
“I didn’t k-know if i-it was that im-important,” Lance admitted. Shiro bit his bottom lip between his teeth, as tears filmed over his eyes. His teammate, his friend, had been in pain since they arrived in space and didn’t feel that it was important enough to ask for help. He gently hugged the paladin further into his chest. He could feel how bad Lance was trembling and felt his heart squeeze in sympathy. He picked the paladin up in his arms and started carrying him towards the quarters, the other paladins quietly following behind them.
“Rest up Lance, we can fix this,” Shiro said quietly. Lance could feel his eyelids growing heavy the further Shiro carried him from the hanger. The first signs of comfort for months, walking protectively around him.
Season Three came out today so I’ve decided to gift you this in celebration <3 Although it won’t be the same as the celebration on Oki… Some of us know how that went <3
Also, I’m listening to Daddy by PSY and I’m having trouble writing this.
and now This boy is a bottom…
Okay, now I’m listening to depressing things. Let’s get started.
ANOTHER A/N THAT I MADE A LONG TIME AFTER
Work Harder has been planned to have at least 7 parts, each with a different theme. There might be more for the purpose of (I just got deja vu writing that) development.
Happy Reading <3
“Begin training level 18,” Lance spoke out. He prepared himself. The gladiator dropped from the ceiling and onto the floor. Lance shot at the robot, dodging as needed. The gladiator hit Lance with the end of his stick causing Lance to fall back.
“End training sequence.”
Lance attempted to get up only to fall back in exhaustion. He placed both hands on the ground was finally able to sit up. It took far too much effort just to stand up. He got in four steps before having to grab onto the wall for support. Everything hurt; his legs felt numb, his arms were bruised and heavy and his chest felt as if a car ran over him.
He limped into his bedroom, stripping down and climbing into the shower so he could wash off the blood and sweat from his body. He fell over twice trying to get the shampoo but luckily didn’t further injure himself.
Once out he dressed in his sleeping gowns that the castle provided and nestled into his bed ready for sleep.
Though he wasn't prepared for the noise.
Alarms blared loudly and Allura could be heard through the microphones.
Lance groaned in both annoyance and pain.
He lifted his legs off the bed. The shower had lessened the pain to the point where he could walk again but there was a slight limp on his right from where the robot hit it with its rod.
He pulled on a white shirt different from his usual attire since he wasn’t able to put last nights clothing into a washing machine. He did, however, keep his jacket to cover the multiple bruises littering his body.
Lance walked into the bridge, everyone staring at him with blank faces.
Lance cocked his head, “What?”
Allura shook her head, “You’re 10 minutes late.” She walked past the others, “Why?”
Lance looked up through his eyelashes, “Last night I was-”
“Nevermind,” she cut him off, “You’re never on time.”
Lance felt his stomach drop.
That was all he wanted to say but he couldn’t get it out.
“I was just-”
“Coran, can you hand me that panel right there?” Allura called out.
Lance looked down. His headache was coming back and his exhaustion didn’t help.
“Lance, let’s go,” Keith spoke out to him. While Lance was staring off into the distance the other paladins had decided to go to the training room.
“Oh, uh yeah.”
“Lance, to your left!” Shiro called out.
Lance dodged and swung his Bayard around to shoot at the robot. Having dead arms, he ended up doing a full circle because he didn’t have the strength to stop himself.
The gladiator’s strike that was meant for the Cuban male ended up hitting Keith in the back. It shoved Keith into Shiro, causing both to fall into Lance.
“Lance, what the actual hell was that shit?” Pidge asked from her spot on the floor.
“Pidge, language,” Shiro groaned.
“I’m sorry. Lance, what the actual heck was that shit?”
Shiro groaned once more in response.
“I’m sorry. My mind isn’t in the right place today. Just a bit distracted,” Lance explained. He climbed out from under the other two.
Hunk frowned, “Did you sleep fine?” He put a hand on Lance’s shoulder, “You seemed pretty spooked last night.”
Lance smiled, “Fine, really! Got a good 8 hours!”
“Maybe you could use those eight hours to train more,” Keith grumbled.
Shiro pushed Keith off of him and stood up. “Lance, are you sure you’re good?”
Lance smiled, “Yeah. Let’s just try again?”
“Start training level 8.”
Lance shook his head to clear out his thoughts. He took a stance.
The gladiator dropped down in front of him. It went straight towards him, ignoring the rest. It was as if it was on some auto lock system.
Lance aimed at the robot, his knee on the ground to keep him steady. He tried to align the robot and the gun but the robot kept jumping into the air. If Lance wasn’t as exhausted he felt he would’ve been able to hit his target.
But then again. He was hurt, tired, and his headache hadn’t gone away.
He pulled the trigger when the gladiator was only a few feet away. It moved out of the way,
hitting Pidge in the stomach.
“End training sequence!” someone shouted. Lance couldn’t see straight. He has shot his team mate.
He hit Pidge.
“I-” Lance tried to say.
“What the hell, Lance?” Keith screamed. He ran over to Pidge who was unconscious.
“Hunk, go get Coran and tell him to get a pod ready!” Shiro ordered.
Lance shook his head.
“Lance, you’re not helping,” he snapped. Shiro kept his hands on Pidge’s neck, making sure that she still had a pulse.
Keith was furious. “You did this on purpose didn’t you?”
Lance stepped back, “What? No! I-”
“I don’t need a half assed excuse!” He screamed.
“But I-” Lance tried desperately to speak.
Shiro shook his head, “Lance, I understand that what Pidge said hurt you but this is too far.”
“It wasn’t that! I’m just-”
“SHUT UP!” Shiro shouted loudly. Lance couldn’t breathe. Keith was frozen in shock.
“Just-” Shiro took a deep breath, “Go away, Lance.”
Lance looked down. He felt Keith glaring into his back as he turned to walk out.
Since I am the oldest sibling this is what happens to me regularly: Lance feels as if he needs to be perfect for everyone because he has so many people to be a role model for. Once he became part of Voltron, he started to lose that but once he got scolded by Shiro or somebody Idk?? He is reminded of old times and falls back into the old habits of him being a perfectionist??
Ohhhhh I like this a lot
When Lance was still an only child he didn’t stress out when he made mistakes, no matter the size of them. Afterall he was still only 4 years old, he didn’t care if he messed up. It wasn’t until the twins were born that Lance realized his role in the family.
Lance had just turned 5 and Lance was running around the house screaming at the top of his lungs. The twins were watching Lance from their highchairs in the kitchen laughing at their brother. Lance joined in on their laughter and accidentally ran into the coffee table, spilling it’s contents the floor.
“LANCE!” His mother into the room and immediately picked up the crying boy. Nobody was hurt and Lance’s mother told him it was okay, it was a simple mistake.
Yet that simple mistake repeated itself, however it wasn’t executed by Lance.
“Why would you two do that?!” Lance’s mother held the two twins in her arms as she scolded them quietly. They had both teamed up together and flipped the coffee table over a few weeks after Lance’s accident. The twins didn’t say anything except cry but Lance knew the answer as he watched his siblings. They did what he did, they repeated his mistake.
Lance slowly walked up the stairs and flopped on his bed. I can’t make anymore mistakes, I don’t want my siblings to mess up like me. Lance closed his eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep.
As Lance’s family grew bigger more stress was put on Lance. He was all of their role models and they all looked up to him, doing what he did.
Lance became a perfectionist in and out of the house. Lance only got straight A’s, he was always top of his class. Lance was captain of the swim team at his school and won (almost) every competitions. When Lance was home he completed all of his chores to the best of his ability. He never swore, he always did his homework, he never argued with anyone and everything he did had to be perfect. Nothing more, nothing less.
Lance was sitting in his bathroom at the Garrison, tears streaking his face. Cargo pilot. Is that the best I can do? Cargo pilot. Disgusting. Lance wiped his eyes. If I would have studied just a bit more, if I got two more points I would have made it. Why? Keith doesn’t even try, how can he be better than me? I give it my all and I still end up behind him. Lance was pulled out of his thoughts by his phone ringing. He looked at at the contact and felt bile travel up his throat.
Lance closed his eyes, let’s get this over with. He answer the phone.
None of his family was mad at him, they knew Lance gave it everything he had. That didn’t stop Lance from beating himself up over his failure. Yet Lance was moved up to fighter class after his rival dropped out. From there Lance meet his new team, Hunk and Pidge. He immediately clicked with Hunk but Pidge was more of a challenge.
After some time all of them were shot up into space and Lance had more things to worry about than his small mistakes he made on Earth.
As time went on, Lance started to move away from his perfectionate self. Sure making mistakes still had a negative effect on Lance but he didn’t beat himself up over them like he used to. He knew that no one was looking up to him as a role model, he was simply a part of the team.
Until one day Lance made a huge mistake.They were training and Lance was told to watch Pidge’s back no matter what. She would be hacking something and Lance would have to shoot anything that came after her. Allura came up with this training strategy so they could practice before they were actually on the field.
Lance was distracted, he couldn’t focus that day, everything seemed loud. He closed his eyes for a second and in the second a training bot ran past him and managed to hit Pidge.
Someone immediately called and end to the training sequence and everyone bolted on to the floor.
Pidge was immediately checked on and taken down to the infirmary by Hunk, despite her protest screaming that she was okay. Coran ran ahead of the two and Lance stared at the door that his friends just walked out of.
Shiro and Keith helped pull Lance up so he was standing and Shiro gave his shoulder a quick shake. “Hey, Lance. What happened out there? You were doing so well.”
Lance shook his head and looked at his leader. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know why you let your guard down? Lance, if this was real Pidge could have died.” Shiro spoke sternly, he wasn’t mad at Lance he was just making sure Lance understood the danger of what just happened.
“I know and I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” Lance crossed his arms and attempted to make himself look smaller.
Shiro sighed. “Lance, I’m not mad at you, please don’t think I am. I just want you to know how deadly this could be. Are you feeling okay? You look pale?”
Lance nodded, “I need to go lie down.” Lance made his way to his room.
Pidge was okay, she just got a small bruise and she wasn’t mad at Lance at all. She knew it was an honest mistake and she knew that he would never want to hurt her.
Yet it had been a week or two since the accident and everyone could see how Lance changed. Everything he did had to be 100% perfect and if anything went wrong he would immediately run to his room and not come out until someone forced him out.
Simple task, such as cleaning the pods, took him almost 75% longer since Lance insisted they weren’t cleaned to perfection yet.
Lance took longer to form sentences and make conversation since he was always thinking about what to say and making sure it came out right. He flew Blue more carefully, never doing flips or having fun. He always listened to people and walked slowly never running into people or objects.
Nobody knew why Lance was acting this way but whenever it was brought up Lance would just smile and keep his mouth shut.
Nobody could get Lance back into his carefree attitude no matter what. They just watched their friend from a distance, keeping their worries at bay.
BTW That coffee table thing actually happened to me. I babysit two kids and the girl knocked over the coffee table and the next time I was over there the little boy did the same thing
I love your writing so much!! I've read like, every single thing that you've posted here and it's all fantastic. I was wondering if you've seen that prompt with the "awake bug" with Lance? Every time i see it on my dash I just crave ur writing for it tbh.
omg, I have not seen this prompt, but flattery will get you everywhere, so please have a fic! (PS: I wrote like 500 words of this last night and then my computer restarted and lost all my progress T^T)
“Deactivate training sequence!” Keith’s voice called throughout the arena, 2 bots fell, no longer buzzing with electrical energy. He only made it to level 2, he could usually hit at least 4 before he even STARTED getting tired. Keith wasn’t tired, Keith was distracted. Lance. Lance smelled like sex on legs and he just couldn’t ignore it. Every time he tried to think of something else he always made a chain-like connection back to Lance. As he walked over to the sidelines of the training area, grabbing his water bottle he tried to think of new things. Sandwiches. Who invented sandwiches, why do you think it’s a good idea to put shit between bread. It just makes a mess and isn’t even filling, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were ok, not messy, but they always made his fingers sticky and Lance always put way too much peanut butter on. Fuck. Ok reset. No Lance. Keith scowled at himself and took a swish out of his bottle. Water. No that’s too easy Lance is literally the guardian of water. Reset. His red jacket, it was getting a little snug, his muscles much more prominent than when he arrived. He remembered when he first noticed his muscles, he had beaten Lance at an arm wrestling competition when he previously couldn’t. From that day on they were constantly in competition to see who was stronger, hosting monthly arm wrestles, it was always a 50/50 battle, Keith won last time. Fuck. Lance. Fuck Lance. No period, no comma.
“No I can’t do that.” He set down his bayard and crossed an arm around his stomach, letting his water bottle stay loosely in his hand.
“Do what?” His bottle clanged to the floor in surprise as he jumped, pulled from thought.
“Oh Pidge, hey.” Keith turned to find pidge lurking, standing by the door. “Come to train?” The green paladin didn’t come often to battle training bots, but it wasn’t unheard of.
She whipped out her bayard. “Yeah.” It buzzed to life and Keith smiled. “What can’t you do?” She mused, letting the bayard die down again.
“More like who.” He mumbled before taking another sip, it was quiet and he hadn’t meant for pidge to hear but alas it was not so.
“Who?” She squeaked, “what do you mean who?” ‘What a leech’, Keith thought, ‘desperate for any gossip.’
“Nothing, Pidge.” He wasn’t exactly shy about his history with anyone or his intents with anyone, but Lance was different. “Nobody.”
“Shiro?” She guessed, not taking no for a viable answer.
“Not anymore.” He threw a sidelong glance at pidge, wiping his mouth of residing water. Her face bore disgust and disapproval. “What would you have done if I had said yes.”
“My reaction would have been relatively similar, maybe a hint of disapproval.” Keith scoffed.
“And that wasn’t disapproval?”
“Mostly distaste, you find out a brother figure and a father figure used to be…” she shivered, making a gag noise “…I can’t find a good word for it and I don’t want to.”
“Bedmates” Keith suggested
He leaned in close. “…lovers?”
Pidge full on punched Keith in the gut, he bent over, eating his teasing words. “You’re disgusting.” She spat jokingly. Keith gripped his gut on the ground.
“I deserved that.” He laughed slightly, trying to ignore the eminent bruise. “Help me up.”
“Get Shiro to help you up.” She crouched down next to Keith and they shared a smile, they definitely had a sibling relationship and Keith pushed her over, losing the balance she had in her heels, she fell onto her butt after flailing her arms in circles to keep balance. “You’re a dick” she scoffed at Keith, keeping a light, joking tone to her voice, a shit eating grin plastered on her face.
“Fair enough.” He shot back the exact smirk she gave him seconds before.
There was silence as they both sat up, crossing their legs and exchanging a secret handshake. “So… you gonna tell me who’s up for courting?”
Keith looked away uneasily, why was Lance such a sensitive subject? “…Lance.” He closed his eyes tightly, avoiding looks of disapproval.
“I can see that.” Keith looked up and saw a thoughtful look, she adjusted her glasses. “I mean, I don’t want to it’s disgusting but,” Keith smiled lightly.
“Thanks Pidge.” He had a sarcastic tone to his voice. Keith started to stand and the green paladin followed suit. “It’s only level two, so if you wanna start up where I left off then go ahead.”
“Sweet! I don’t have to set up!” She picked up her bayard again and Keith grabbed his, hooking it onto his belt and making sure he had his water bottle. “Cya kogane!”
“Sayonara Holt.” He called, waving as he walked out the door.
Lance stood in his shower, his legs weak and a hand resting on the wall for support, regretting his actions that took place seconds before, this was sure to send his heat into full force. He was so glad to finally be back in his room, that lock seemed to last a million years. “Fuck.” He groaned, looking at the mess he had made of himself. He was in the shower, as sensitive as he was everywhere he needed to stay cool and this was the only way to cool down. The water pressure on his nerves and scent glands inevitably aroused him and he had to deal with his… problem. At least he was in the shower and didn’t have to worry about cleaning up or dirtying a towel but now he was sure to be in need for at least a couple hours. He was so uncomfortable it had to be dealt with, and now he had a couple minutes of relief but stank like lust and needy, omega, clinginess.
“This is stupid” he mumbled, stepping out of the shower, already ready for round two. “Stupid, stupid heat.” He pulled a shirt over his head and cringed at how the material made his skin ache. His underwear was a nightmare and his jeans even worse. “Nope not doing that today.” He slid them back down and pulled up sweatpants, a much looser option.
“Lance?” Keith’s voice rang through the door faintly. Lance took a deep sigh and wiped his hair out of his face.
“Come in!” He struggled to bring a pitch of happiness to his voice, the door slid open and Keith stepped in.
“I heard you were at breakfast so I-” he froze as he made eye contact with the scrawny boy and he shared the same look as Shiro had earlier that day, partially due to his gaunt figure but mostly due to his smell. “I um… I wanted to..” he walked towards Lance who forced himself to back away from the red paladin. Though every muscle craved for his touch, even just a hand on the shoulder, he had to resist.
“Wanted to…?” There was something primitive behind those violet eyes. Lance bit his lip and put his hands behind his back. It was a subtle notion that he did sub-consciously, but it meant the world. When Lance put his hands behind his back he showed defencelessness, no way to fend off anyone, and his shoulders went back, popping out his chest slightly for easy access to any Alphas. It was a gentle way to seduce someone, working more commonly on Alphas than Betas, and good god was it working on Keith.
“I uh…” Keith’s eyes wandered, bringing in every single curve of Lances body. His chest open and ready to be bitten or played with or admired. “Um.” He shook his head for a couple seconds of focus and looked back to Lances eyes. “I wanted to ask how you were?” There was slight concern in his voice but he was too distracted by that encouraging smell, his self discipline nearly breaking.
“A little warm but otherwise fine” that was only a half lie, he was warm, constantly warm, and cold at the same time but he was far from fine. Lance wanted nothing more than to run to Keith and smell his hair, let his hands wander onto his broad shoulders and let him nuzzle against his scent glands. Lance clicked his tongue and Keith’s eyes shot up, Lances opened in surprise, had he really just done that? Had he just clicked his tongue at Keith? If putting his arms behind his back was a subtle way of seducing an alpha, this was basically begging for it. It was an instinct that omegas had, to click their tongue whenever they were in need and had an alpha at their dispense. Lance looked at Keith slowly, his hands becoming stiff beside him, arms slightly bent, ready to launch at Lance.
-click- Keith glared at Lance, he clicked his tongue a second time and his hands flew over his mouth, his eyes flashing back and forth between his mouth and the red paladin. Keith could feel common sense losing. He took a step towards Lance who stiffened but didn’t back away, the black haired man suddenly became aware of how tight his jeans were. His ears were back as far as they could go, trying to register any sound from the hallway.
He reached for Lances hand, the blue paladin flinched and his friend slowly removed the tan fingers from his face, one hand, then the other. Keith gently put Lances arms on his shoulders, soon after he placed his pale hands on his partners hips.. Lance looked afraid but was intrigued, compliant. The red paladin moved closer, as did the blue. A mutual act of respect. Keith engraved Lances face into his memory, engraving every detail, every shred of blue that danced through his eyes, every stray hair. He took a deep breath in, God he loved that smell, the soothing smell of Vanilla, Keith decided. There was a second of silence between the two boys, the room waiting for any movement. Keith growled slightly, sexual frustration building. “I want to kiss you.”
Lance didn’t wear any expression other than slight intrigue mixed with want and need. He closed his eyes, giving into his needs and the Alphas request and leaned in, he felt a slender finger on his lips suddenly and his eyes opened. Keith looked like he was stalking prey. His voice was firm and slightly commanding, Lances legs went weak as Keith’s voice sank into his ears