#maybe klance

Lance was kidnapped two years before Shiro and his crew were due to launch into space, he’s been in the galra fighting arena more times than he can count and when he escapes becomes an intergalactic (whatever-you-need-done) kinda guy. If you need someone killed he can do it, it’s all for the money of course and that is how he meets our lovely paladins and Alteans

Lance: Keith?!!!?!!?!?!?!!??!

Shiro, Keith, Pidge, Hunk and Allura are in a mafia (Altea). They are assassins/killers or whatever - they are the best in this mafia. But none knows their boss. He keeps his identity secret (he wears mask or something). There is only one person who knows - Coran, his assistant.

Then there is this new guy - Lance who was hired by the boss. He is a goofball, likes jokes etc. And he becomes a member of Team Voltron. He tries his best but can’t equal them in this work. Then there is a mission to steal something important and Lance screws up and the team can’t stand another failure. So Shiro goes to the boss and wants to talk with him about transfering Lance to other team in mafia. The boss says that Lance is the best shooter he has ever seen - even better than Keith but he is not good at team work and that’s why he placed him in team Voltron.

On the next day the team finds out that Lance has stolen this item on his own. And they are like „wow” „he is so good” etc (maybe some Klance stuff).

Next week the other mafia (Galra) attacks some Alteans. Team Voltron goes to fight with Galrans and then Coran shows up with the boss who starts to shoot at Zarkon (Galra’s boss). And then he destroys the boss’s mask and all of the Alteans gasp because holly cheese it’s LANCE.

The next thing Lance does is shoot at Zarkon and run away.

Title: Nighttime Battles 

Origin: Voltron 

Type: Langst 

-Hey! So, this will be my first writing on here. It’s going to be in parts because it’s pretty long. I’m just going to say this- Kudos to whumpcity for the inspiration from their langst prompt about him hurting his leg while training! 

“What the fuck Lance?” Pidge’s voice was sharp, annoyed, as she hoisted herself up from being slammed to the ground by one of the bots. It had been Lance’s fault- he was supposed to be watching her back, a part of the team exercise.

“Sorry, sorry!” Lance called back, currently preoccupied as one gained on him; he held up his sword to awkwardly block the attack. Lance had never been great at head on exercises- using the gun was the only thing that he was mildly okay at, but Allura had banned him from using it as it didn’t really count as “close range” fighting. Had told him to be more like Keith in the sense of being able to down the bots like there were nothing. Well, they were something! They were fucking hard to beat without his gun! The bot quickly overthrew Lance in both size and strength, sending him barrelling back into Pidge, who had just started to get her bearings back. Muffled grunts of pain came from both of them, another angry screech from Pidge.

“Stop! End training sequence!” Another girl’s voice rang throughout the air- Allura. She bore a frustrated and annoyed look on her face, watching the two of them through slitted eyes. The bots vanished around them, and Lance hastily detangled himself from Pidge, shakily standing himself up. The fall had knocked the wind out of him, and had twisted his knee in a weird way. It twinged, but he was able to stand, so it couldn’t have been that bad.

“Both of you! Stop! This obviously isn’t working- you have to work as a team,” Allura chided, a bit of an edge to her voice. With Zarkon right on their heels, and an attack imminent at every moment, everyone’s nerves were beginning to become frayed, the Princess most of all.

“It would work if Lance knew how to actually swing a sword! It’s not that hard!” Pidge stood there, her cheeks puffed out, red with exertion.

“Hey, I’m just not used to it yet! I’m the only one here who actually uses their gun!” Lance pointed out indignantly.

“What about Hunk- he uses his gun!”

“Save for Hunk, but he’s bigger than me! It doesn’t take him much to just smash their heads in, but news flash- I’m not built like him!”

“Yeah, well, get your shit together, Lance!” Pidge yelled, her voice getting higher with each passing word. “You’re going to get us killed out there- you’re nothing but a dead weight on us right now, you’re always doing stupid stuff and not actually trying, and, and I’m sick of it!”

With that, Pidge stormed away, taking her Bayard with her. Lance watched her go, anger bubbling up inside of him, but not only that, pain, too. It was like somebody had taken a knife and rammed it into him. He did  try, Lance tried a lot actually, and all the stupid jokes he made were always in the hope to lift the team’s spirit. He hadn’t meant to mess up- it just happened! Lance let out a huff, folding his arms. Pidge couldn’t really mean that, right? She was just stressed. No, Lance wasn’t a dead weight. His team needed him- he was a Paladin of the blue lion!

“You know, Pidge has a point.”  Allura’s voice chimed behind him. Lance turned, facing her- he felt like his heart had dropped into his stomach.

“What do you mean?” He asked, his voice almost in a whisper. “Pidge is just saying that stuff because she’s frustrated, and worried, like the rest of us.”

“I hate to say this Lance, but you’re dragging this team down. You can’t fight like the rest of them right now, and you’ve done some questionable things while flying with them…”

“...”

“I just don’t want to see the others hurt, Lance…”

“The others, hurt.”

“O-Or you! I don’t want to see you hurt, either!” It sounded more like an afterthought than something that Allura really felt.

Lance could feel a cold sensation running through his body, making his arms and legs feel numb.  “Yeah… yeah I understand.” He swallowed hard. “Can’t have me fucking it up for the rest of you guys.”

Allura managed a small smile. “Exactly.”  She seemed to think that Lance and her were on the same page. “You just have to try a bit harder, that’s all.”

He just had to try harder.  He was just being lazy.

Looking towards the ground, he nodded, at the sword that he bore, and his hands. His knee hurt, but he wouldn’t say anything about that right now- it would go away on it’s own.

The silence between the two dragged on- things were starting to get awkward. “Well, I’ll… be off then.” The princess said, giving him a small, yet strained smile. Lance waited until Allura was fully out of earshot before he swore, frustrated, angry at himself.

He wasn’t apart of this team! He was only dragging it down- everybody thought he was just a fifth wheel, seventh, if you counted Allura and Coran! No… he was just some stupid boy from Cuba who had been dragged along for the ride. If he really wanted to be apart of the team, he’d have to get better. Train harder, harder than the rest of them. Lance had to do this himself- he couldn’t afford to drag everyone else down by asking for help.

Lance wasn’t dragged out of his thoughts until Keith walked into the training room, his arms folded and the ever so piercing glare on his face. “Lance.”

Jumping a bit, Lance looked up to him, almost flinching as Keith continued to glare at him. Did he really hate Lance this much? “Y-yes?” His voice sounded different than it had been before.

“Shiro wants you down for dinner, hurry up, you’re holding everyone up.”

“O-Okay.”

Lance put away the spare sword and hurried after Keith, entering the kitchen. Everybody seemed to stop talking when they walked in- Pidge still looked pissed off, and the overall vibe of the room was tense. Sitting down uncertainly next to Hunk, Lance tried to keep his mind focused on the plate in front of him, but despite the goo’s appetizing look, Lance didn’t really feel like eating. More like, he didn’t feel like he could  eat. He sat there, silenced, his fork barely lifted.

“Oh my god Lance, first you can’t even defeat a stupid bot, but now you’re refusing to eat Hunk’s food?” It was Pidge’s- her voice was still snappish and unruly. “God, get some respect! You know there would be some people dying to have what you’ve got right no-”

“Pidge! Stop it- don’t take out all your anger on him.” Shiro spoke up, firm, and commanding. “That’s not how a team acts.”

“Pft, yeah, like Lance is really part of our team.”

Ouch. Lance could feel that one pierce right through his heart. That was really how the team felt, huh? He couldn’t eat now. Getting up wordlessly, Lance left the room, Hunk’s and Shiro’s call’s following after him.

“Wait Lance- Pidge didn’t really mean that!”

“Come back- come and eat, we’re all just stressed right now!”

But Lance didn’t stop. He kept going, heading straight for his room, the door sliding shut behind him. He collapsed on his bed, staring up at his ceiling. He wished it had the little glowy stars like his room back home did. The ones that would light up in the dark, but, unfortunately, the castle didn’t have anything like that. Didn’t have any little novelties that reminded him of home.

Lance layed there for a long time. He ignored the knocks at his door, pretending to be asleep so nobody would bother him, waited as the time went by until the castle’s night mode shifted on, and everything went still.

Then, he finally got up. He changed into something more loose than his paladin undersuit, a uniform that his room had come with. It consisted of a baggy blue tunic-like shirt and some tighter legging-like pants underneath. Lance found that he could move well in them, so he didn’t bother worrying about the look- nobody would see him anyways.

Quietly, he left his room, only a small flashlight attached to his shirt’s collar to light the way. He had his bayard with him. It took him a bit to find the training hall, but he made it alright. Lance figured he’d get used to it. The lights turned on as he entered, and for once, the training room didn’t look as looming. Maybe it had something to do with being alone- nobody to judge or yell at him when he messed up. Lance would figure this out on his own. He’d become better at fighting.

But, he knew he couldn’t do that using a sword. It was no use- he could not, for the life of him, handle a sword. Allura’s words or not, he’d fight close battles with his gun, he’d even use his hands if he’d have to.

Lance activated his bayard.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith & Lance (Voltron), Allura & Coran & Hunk & Keith & Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt & Shiro Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Pidge (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Allura (Voltron) Additional Tags: Langst, Lance (Voltron) Angst, Possible Klance, Possible Character Death, just pain, thats all - Freeform, I'll make you suffer Summary:

A fight against the galra ends with a boom and Lance has to choose between himself and Keith.

He thinks he made the obvious choice