Hey guys! So I’m working on writing new content for this fic, but before I can do that I really needed to go through and update this fic. I’ve changed writing styles a lot since it started and really gotten a better grasp on how to write these characters. I tried rereading it to get a feel for how things were going and I just couldn’t take it. So I’m going to work my way through updating the existing chapters before I add more. That being said, here’s the updated first chapter. It’s about 2k longer than it originally was and full of a lot more emotion, I think.

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The Galra were everywhere. Their ships filled the sky, casting a long and ominous shadow across the planet Ansognia. The Paladins of Voltron swooped in, their colorful Lions flying gracefully through the air. The Castle of Lions was not far behind. From their vantage point in the air, they could see the Galra soldiers that were on the ground, mixed with the Ansognian warriors. It was a battlefield if they ever saw one, weapons clashing and people falling, destruction riddling what looked like an otherwise beautiful planet.

    “Watch out for the Ansognians on the surface, they're out fighting alongside us,” Keith spoke into the coms, maneuvering his Lion closer to the surface of the planet to get a look at what was happening. He could feel the familiar thrum of battle inside his chest, spurring him on. There was a protective side to him that had never really surfaced until he’d become a Paladin of Voltron and now it was out in full force, encouraging him to do anything and everything in his power to ensure that no Ansognians lost their life.

    “Roger,” The rest of the paladins responded in turn through the coms.

    Everyone went their own way, tackling their own sets of ships. Keith stayed low, trying to provide some cover to the Ansognians on the ground. Black responded quickly and easily to him, gliding above them and drawing the majority of the fire from the Galra fighters. He was able to block the fire, but the ships moved too rapidly in haphazard patterns for him to be able to successfully return fire. He could feel the frustration building inside of him, but knew that covering the soldiers on the ground was most important. He had unwavering faith in his team and was certain that they would, given enough time, be able to take out all the ships without his help. Sure enough, a moment later, a shadow appeared above Black and then Red came soaring in, spinning through the air and taking out the fighters.

    “I had it covered, Lance,” Keith bit playfully into the mic. He could hear Lance’s laugh, warm and rich in his ear as he spoke.

    “You’re welcome,” Lance responded. His voice was a level higher with excitement, the way it usually was in the middle of battle. Somehow, despite all of the fights they had been in, Lance still managed to get a thrill out of it. Keith tried to mirror that excitement, to draw on the bond that connected them all as Paladins and pull some of Lance’s emotions to him. Just hearing his exuberant tone was enough to lessen the tension in Keith’s shoulders a little bit. Actually feeling it would give him a second wind that he desperately needed, he thought. Still, even without it, they had gotten out of every fight alive so far, there was no reason to assume this would be different.

So I’m just going to say this now, pretty much everything I post will be just the beginning of the chapter with the link to finish it on ao3. Between tumblr apparently limited text post length and the way it doesn’t copy formatting, I just can’t deal with putting the entire chapter on here. So I just wanted you guys to have a heads up that this is the format all of my fics will be taking!

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At some point, Keith had fallen back asleep. It was a reprieve from the pounding in his head and he had nothing to do besides stare at Lance and agonize over whatever mysterious thing the Union Ceremony was. When he woke up again, Lance was awake and looking at him. There were no lights on in the room, so it was only illuminated by the rays of the sunset streaming through the blinds that covered the window. It made the world seem soft and hazy, as if Keith were viewing it through some sort of dreamy veil.

Carefully, Keith propped himself up onto one of his elbows, slowly turning so he could look at Lance. He flinched slightly as the movements sent a sharp jolt of pain through his head. Lance's mouth was twisted down into a frown as he surveyed Keith. Keith felt strangely vulnerable as he sat there silently, breath held, waiting for Lance to say something.

Finally, he spoke. Keith wasn’t sure why he was surprised to hear Lance’s voice as strong as ever. He knew it didn’t make sense to think that his voice was as injured as the rest of him and yet, the strength of his voice was a strange juxtaposition that threw Keith off.  “What happened?”

It had been the first thing he’d asked when he’d woken up, so he understood why Lance’s mind went there immediately. Especially considering he was still wrapped tightly in bandages. Still, a part of Keith felt slightly deflated and he wasn’t exactly sure why.  “You saved my life.”

Lance’s frown deepened as he repositioned himself slightly in his bed and Keith found himself mirroring it. “I obviously didn't do a very good job, you're all bandaged up in the hospital.”

Keith smiled wryly as he reached up to touch the tender parts of his head. “Have you seen yourself? You're definitely in worse shape.”

Lance looked down at himself and the bandages that were circling his torso. When he looked back up at Keith, his blue eyes were clear, as if the injuries didn’t bother him. It figured Lance would downplay his own troubles. “The others?”

“I don't know,” Keith admitted. Asking about the others had been on the long list of questions he’d had for Shiro earlier in the day but the opportunity to ask them had been taken away from him. “But Shiro was in here earlier and didn't say anything, so I'm sure they're fine.”

“Shiro was here?” As if noticing the rest of the room for the first time, Lance swept his eyes around before they settled on the empty chair that was situated between their two beds. His brows furrowed as if he were trying to think of something but he didn’t say anything. He simply waited quietly for Keith to respond.

“Yeah, along with one of the Ansognians. He looked important and Shiro kept calling him ‘your highness’.” Keith shrugged casually to indicate that he had no further information to give. He knew it wasn’t a lot and it wasn’t particularly helpful, but it was the best he could do.

A smile spread quickly across Lance's face and he ran a hand through his hair. Keith swallowed as he watched Lance’s hair fall back into his eyes, realizing for the first time just how long it had gotten while he was gone with the Blades. He faintly remembered thinking that it had grown when he first returned but now he was just so used to looking at it every day that it just seemed normal.  Of course we’re already being visited by royalty. I expect no less!”

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Lance (Voltron), Adam/Shiro (Voltron), Adam & Shiro (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Adam (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron) Additional Tags: klance, Kick, Angst, Memory Loss, klance angst, Flashbacks, Memories, Accident, Fluff, klance fluff, keith - Freeform, lance - Freeform, keith kogane - Freeform, lance mcclain - Freeform, AU, Klance au, klance angst au, Hurt, Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Amnesia Summary:

Their first date was a disaster.

For years, it was the worst day of Lance's life. But then, the two year anniversary of that disaster date became the new worst day of Lance's life when Keith ended up hospitalized after a motorcycle accident.

As if things couldn't get any worse, when Keith finally did wake up, the last two years worth of memories seemed to be gone and the last memory he had of Lance was nothing other than that terrible, horrible first date.

Keith, confused, hurt and angry, pushes Lance away and Lance is left with a choice: leave, like Keith wants, or make Keith fall in love with him again.

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