okay so omg, you’re like my fav writer rn and i trust you with this idea!! imagine allura’s best friend or just someone who kinda swore to protect her, being there with coran when allura dies, and she kind of starts to build a relationship with lance since theyre both mourning the loss of someone they loved, and then they end up falling for each other, but reader is self conscious of the fact that she’s basically the closest thing lance get to allura and during argument about this he accidentally calls her allura? maybe hurt/comfort :,D
Hi, I am so sorry that this took me forever, thank you for your patience. I love your ideas, this was so amazing to write! thank you for putting in such a good request, an opportunity to practice less flowery scenarios. As always I hope you have an awesome day, thank you! ♡
Left with pale, glittering ashes pouring from your palms, Allura faded past, leaving but only blurry lavender in her wake. Your once beating heart paused forever, drowned by an all-consuming numbness. This plain, this place, it couldn't be real, could it? This was just a haunting dream, plaguing your sleep but surely, you’d awaken soon. You said goodbye, but yet it didn't feel like the words came out your mouth. You weren't here, this wasn't happening. A hand weighed on your shoulder, grasping tightly, pulling you back. Coran faced you, eyes streaming with tears. Very real tears.
The weeks following her passing were but a blur. A haze of hurt and loss, pure and utter despair. Many nights spent soaked in tears, curling in towards the giant hole that lay inside you, a vital piece removed. Allura’s death devastated the whole team, cutting deeper than any blade they had faced. But even so, a wound must heal and after months passed by, season after season, they pushed forward. Allura would want them to. She would want you to. But all her dreams, all her plans, her smile. She wouldn't be there! You clutched the fabric of your shirt, trying to pull your heart out. Hot tears Buring down your face, body folded in misery. In the dark of your room lay someone crying, their breaths quick and choked, their face sticky in tears and snot. Her brave warrior, now weeping.
Light cut through the dusk, piercing through the stygian of your room. Illuminating your wide, glossy eyes, crimson face and messy hair. The blue paladin gazed to you, mouth crinkling into a trembling frown. It seems you were not the only one.
Your arms hung from a railing; face pointed towards the window before you. By now the Garrison had become familiar. You made somewhat of an effort to talk to people, being taught the ways of earth. So many things you would’ve loved for Allura to see. As her first knight you often brought her flowers from meadows, she’d marvel at each one, expressing how much she’d want to be a knight like yourself. The memory was bittersweet, just one of the many reminders your mind plagued you with.
“Morning” A voice spoke. Stood behind you was Lance, clad in his tangerine uniform with two coffee mugs.
He stood beside you and peered at the barren land outside. “Got any jobs to do today?” he asked, gaze still facing the window. You focused on the warm mug in your hands, your face reflecting back from the mahogany drink.
“Just training with a pilot...James Griffon, I think it was” You replied quietly, blowing at the steam.
“Boo, he’s the worst” His face scrunched into a displeased look, causing you to laugh.
“Yeah, total jerk” He shook his head, smiling.
Despite becoming quite comfortable on earth, your duties often called to Altea. Your hair was threaded by the winds, eyes peering up towards the statue of your princess. The day was bright, birds humming in spring, blossoms fluttering all around. After many seasons flew by you felt yourself start to heal, clutching your chest whilst gazing in pure admiration. She was a warrior, a leader, being her guard was most honorable, but being her closet Ally was even more so.
“You seem in a good mood today” Lance padded towards you; hands dipped in his pockets.
“I can’t be sad on such a nice day” You smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear. A flurry of petals blew past, dancing around your warm face. Lance felt his heart swell. A feeling he had ripped away from him. It was surprising, he tried to push such emotions down but being near you felt like this place, now, decorated in spring and sun. You were warm. And he had been cold for so long time.
Ink was poured into the sky, devouring every last slither of light until all that lay was an open darkness. A void filled by countless glittering stars, small wishes far, far away. You had become familiar with earths only moon, her pearly face watching over you. Being trained to withstand late operations, your inner clock had become accustomed to the night, but now you hadn't a reason to stay awake. Instead of patrolling you sat posed outside, admiring the twilight like a painting.
“Thats the little dipper over their” His finger pointed towards a cluster of stars.
“You humans are so strange, giving names to the stars” You laughed, wrapping yourself further into the blanket.
“You think so?” He cocked his head, lending you a gentle smile.
“It's kind of cute...” you murmured, raising your head towards the moon.
It had been two years since her passing, since then much has changed. As the paladins ventured of to their own endeavors you chose to stick by Lance, visiting his farm from time to time and helping with tours of Altea. You had grown to be good friends, good friends when close to each other felt their hearts race and cheeks warm, good friends that would often make flirty comments (Mainly Lance), good friends that shared a passionate kiss.
He pressed his lips against your own, pressing his palm atop your hand. You pushed towards him, heart drumming beneath your chest. He had fallen for the Princess’s guard, heart once again swept up by someone so different.
Since that moonlit night, you and lance were official. Sharing even more kisses and hugs. You were delighted, you adored him and all he was. Someone so bright lighting up your once dim world. But despite this, despite this burning passion. His eyes. They gazed into yours with immense fondness, just as they gazed into hers. You remember sitting in Allura's room, braiding her mane of lavender, listening to all her stories and woes.
“Y/N, I have something to tell you” She spun round, delicate hand placed upon your own. Her cheeks were painted crimson, eyes shimmering like ocean waves. “Lance and I...”
She looked up in surprise, faced with your warm smile.
Since then, she would always gush to you about everything he said, despite not having the same reaction in front of him.
“Oh Y/N, he said my eyes looked like the stars”
“Lance told me my hair was very soft”
“He said he’s so lucky to be my boyfriend”
You were so happy for her, seeing the once straight and stressed princess now turned to a little girl blushing and giggling over the smallest things. You thought about this whilst sitting in your bed alone, heart swelled with fluttery love only to sink as your best friend wasn't there to hear it. But it didn't matter anyway, she probably had heard all of these things before. He told you your eyes were like stars, your hair was silky and smooth and how lucky he was to have you as his girlfriend, a smart and powerful girl, with the added bonus of being beautiful. Just like Allura. His starstruck gaze was the same he faced Allura with. She was first. She was the young newfound romance; you were the record the replayed the story. The closest thing to the original, but still not Allura.
“We have to go back to the earth! My family is waiting!” Lance reasoned. Each trip to Altea you found you yearning to stay, feeling so at home in this new world.
“We’re always on earth! Can't your farm wait for just a couple more days?” You begged. You loved the simple farm life of earth but were always bound to the stars.
“No, we can’t” he crossed his arms, eyes darkening.
“don't you miss exploring space? Seeing the universe”
“If you wanted to go space exploring then you should’ve gone off with Keith!”
“Lance, these are my people, the need me!”
Silence befell the room, consuming all previous shouting, only leaving waves of regret in its wake.
“Lance she’s gone!” tears spilled form your eyes. “And no matter how badly you miss her I’ll never be her!” you cried.
“I know that...” his voice trembled, face staring at the ground. “I know...” his fists were clenched and his form was quivering. You couldn't stand it.
That once healed scar now lay as an open wound, bleeding out, blood painting the floors scarlet. Vulnerable to infections and disease. It had been so long since you felt like this. As if an organ were removed from your body. In lay a spear. One which lance had thrown.
