yo don’t ever tell me buzzfeed quizzes aren’t fuckin NECESSARY ok like i see that title and i get this urge and i NEED 2 know , i gotta know which fruit i am and how lazy i am depending on which colors i like n if my boyfriend is a man or a butternut squash in sunlgasses, like i ain’t even got a bf but bitch i NEED. 2. KNOW.
I received a request by a close friend to make this prompt into a Klangst fic, and I can only say that this is the best that I can do. “I’m Sorry” part 3 will be up sometime by tomorrow, probably in the late afternoon. I know you guys want more but unfortunately, I’m still working on it. I’m sorry I swear I’ll get it up soon and I’ll put all my effort into making the story enjoyable. If you guys want to see Klangst I’ll do my best to keep that a part of the fic and if I don’t get it right or don’t live up to your expectations I am so sorry. I’ll try really hard to make you all happy. I swear.
They had no idea how many fighters there would really be.
They had underestimated Lotor’s ability to take lead of the war, while his father was recuperating from the severe beating Voltron had given him.
Overall, Voltron was outnumbered. They were unable to keep up with the multitude of jets, which seemed to be a never-ending fleet.
Shiro pushed them to the brink, and finally, they were able to take out enough ships to give them an opening.
Hunk used his Bayard to form his shoulder cannon, taking out the ion cannons on a majority of the warships, forcing Lotor to pull back his fleet and retreat.
But not before Blue was shot by a fleeing fighter jet.
Somehow, the laser cut through Blue, shattering through her cockpit and nailing Lance in the back. Blue lurched forward, feeling Lance’s pain.
The right side of Lance’s torso was burned. The team was so wrapped up in the exhilaration of victory, they didn’t notice Lance choking back pain filled sobs. He suppressed them and began laughing along with the others, ignoring his own agony. They didn’t need to deal with the knowing he was hurt when they were so happy. He felt blood trickle down his chin, and he knew he had bashed his head against the controls when Blue lurched.
Lance shook his head, feeling just how quickly the pain overcame him. He choked but swallowed back any form of distress.
“We did it!” Pidge exclaimed excitedly, whooping victoriously along with Hunk’s victory dance.
“Nice job team!” Shiro complemented proudly, smiling as he turned his lion around, flying back towards the castle, and a well earned resting period. Allura smiled proudly at the paladins, her face popping up on the intercoms in front of each paladin.
Lance’s attempts at concealing his pain were in vain. Allura noticed almost immediately.
“Well done paladins! Come quickly so that we may celebrate! I’ll open the hall of lions once you are all directly outsi- Lance?!” Allura’s worried tone sliced through the intercoms and all the paladins’ focuses were on Lance’s screen in a split second.
The paladins all periodically enlarged the screen.
“Hey, guys! W-we did it!” Lance laughed uneasily, trying to cover his wound. But blood was more difficult to conceal, as was the immediate agony of moving, blossoming across his face.
“Shit- everyone get back to the castle! Lance- do you think you can make it in time?!” Shiro shouted, the terror of losing Lance overcoming him. He had never sworn in front of the others before, and that was enough to send them into a panic. Pidge and Hunk were on the verge of tears, and Keith’s anxiety held him teetering over the edge of oblivion that was his mind.
Lance grinned, but slowly, his eyes shut, and his head fell forward.
Anxiety bloomed in everyone’s chest, and Shiro was that much closer to a panic attack.
“Lance?! ” Shiro all but screamed, leaning forward in his cockpit chair, seemingly trying to reach out to Lance through the screen. Blue started moving, but Lance, seemingly lifeless, did not move an inch on the intercoms.
“The blue lion is piloting itself?!” Pidge exclaimed, confusion and dread evident in their tone. Blue sped towards the Castle.
“Follow Blue! Hurry!” Keith shouted, turning Red around swiftly, immediately flooring it. He flew to the Castle at an alarming speed, with Pidge and Hunk right behind him. Shiro, shaken from the sudden realization Lance might not have made it, was a little slow on catching up with the others. He shook the thoughts away in denial.
‘He has to make it. He has got to be okay.’ Shiro thought, speeding after the others.
Blue all but smashed through the hangar doors, much to Allura’s shock, and flew directly to her landing point.
Blue landed safely, careful not to shake too much, intending not to hurt Lance any further, and once she had, she turned all her energy towards waking him.
‘Wake, my Blue paladin. Your teammates need you.’ Blue nudged Lance into consciousness, and he reluctantly complied. He shook his head, attempting to shake away the feelings of agony. Blue supported his attempts by forcing positive emotions into his thought process.
He felt exceedingly better and was even capable enough to rise out of his piloting chair, afterward making his way to the cockpit’s exit.
Keith spun Red into landing position, opened the cockpit, and booked it, running towards Lance as fast as he possibly could.
“Lance?! Lance?!” Keith, Hunk, and Pidge all ran to the Blue Lion, their feet slamming into the cold metal floors of the Castle. Blue’s eyes dimmed, and Keith was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
“Please be okay, please be okay…” Keith heard Shiro mutter, finally landing Black into the hangar and hopping out quickly. Shiro caught up almost immediately, soon followed by a worried Coran and a panicked Allura.
“Not Lance… Anyone but Lance.” Hunk whispered to himself breathlessly, tears threatening to spill. Keith tried his best to keep his mind from wandering to dark thoughts about Lance’s state.
They skidded to a halt. Blue’s cockpit was opening.
Out stumbled Lance, and Keith tricked himself into feeling relief- until he saw the blood.
There was so much of it.
The crimson substance trickled out of his mouth, down his arm, and there was blood all across his torso. His forehead had blood dripping down the right side of it. His usually soft brown hair was a tangled mess, matted against his head due to all the blood.
“Lance?” Keith’s voice cracked.
Lance looked so pale. His knees were shaking. His breathing was uneven. His blue eyes looked so empty. And yet, he still managed to pull off his winning smile without a hitch. Keith’s stomach lurched.
“Yup. In all my wounded, bloody glory.” Lance chuckled, his expression littered with pain.
“We need to get you to the healing pods.” Keith ran forward, and as soon as he got close enough, he lifted Lance into his arms bridal style. Lance’s breathing hitched, but when Keith looked down at him, he smirked.
“Who knew the hotheaded Keith could be such a gentleman?” Lance chuckled, and Keith almost blushed.
“I don’t need a pickup line right now Lance- I need you to keep your eyes open and stay alive.” Keith lifted an eyebrow, lifting one arm slightly. Lance gasped, an agonizing pain shooting through his spine from the faint movement.
Keith stared down at the agony-ridden Lance and finally took a good look at the wound.