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“There’s a statue of me atop Mount Olympus.”
“The God of Ass?” Keith licked his canines, causing a fire to light in Lance’s stomach. “Or the God of Assholes?"
“Well you’re here with me, so now I have both.”
The General barked out a laugh, masterfully slicing through enemy soldiers that foolishly attempted to climb the stairs as he did, his gaze barely leaving Lance the entire time. “Why don’t you focus on what’s important?”
Lance twirled his spear in his fingers, then threw it right past the General and into the eye of a heavy footed enemy soldier. He smirked. "I am focused on what's important."
OR
Keith and Lance are some of the top fighters in the Ancient Greek army, but when Keith suggests they enter an ~arrangement~ to strengthen their bond on the battlefield Lance realizes he might want more...but he can't focus on that anyway when he's trying to be selected for a top secret mission
(I recently learned that male Greek, Roman and Spartan warriors would do *it* as a sign of camaraderie and I'm obsessed with the idea of two soldiers thinking they're just bros in arms... but they actually want to be in their bro's arms)
Any of y’all ready for some badass lance mfing sharpshooter??? Quick tw//graphic violence
Enjoy!
(Part 7) (Satellites Master post) (Part 9)
There was no party when he made it back. No celebration, no hugs. God he missed hugs.
The first time he noticed something was wrong was when he got within range of hailing the castle. Coran or Allura should have been instantly alerted about his pod entering their area. But his calls received none in response.
The second thing he noticed was during his approach to the castle, not once was a shot fired at him. Not once did he fear the castle might accidentally shoot him down. He entered the hangar with no problem, and that put him even more on edge.
Something was most certainly wrong.
He exited the main hangar without issue, making his way down the long winding hallways of the castle. Not a sound of the others reaching his ears.
It had been a while since he had last been in the castle, yet as he walked farther and farther, it became as familiar as if he had just walked this same path yesterday.
It was almost as if he could hear the laughter from the lounge room, hear the bickering in the control room. But as he approached each room, all he found were the memories rather than the team he had fought so hard to find.
Where were they?
Why would they leave the castle so defenseless?
They wouldn’t.
Lance walked into the control room, pistol ready, and made his way to the main control panel.
Every Lion was still in their hangar, as apparent by the readings from the castle, which meant that they were here. But something had happened.
If only he could get the castle security cameras up and running. Apparently he needed a password, and though he most definitely was no hacker. So he resigned himself to having to find them the old fashion way.
Gun cocked and ready, Lance stalked through the castle towards the training room and kitchen. He quickly checked to see how many bullets he had left, 4.
This was going to be interesting.
He was ready for the first Galra, not a second’s hesitation before the body hit the ground. He quietly stepped over him and decided to head down the hallway the now dead Galra had come from.
There were two more on his way to the kitchen. Speaking about something Lance had no interest in hearing. He needed to find the team. Lance leveled his gun with ease and two more shots hit their mark. Two more bullets were spent before their victims had even the slightest clue.
He turned the corner to the hallway to the kitchen and stopped, immediately hiding behind the corner.
Straining his ears to hear whatever the Galra in front of the room was saying, he cocked and recocked his gun. One bullet left. Better make it count.
He could hear Keith cursing, Shiro and Hunk’s heavy breathing.
Three, only three were here. He had to find the others.
He chanced a quick glance around the corner, eyes falling past the Galra soldier and landing on the group of paladins he stood over. Fear and determination in their eyes. But all of them had been knocked down, splatters of blood covered their armor. Lance guessed any one of them had a number of injuries.
Maybe all of them.
There were three other galra surrounding the paladins. None looking his way, but rather at the ground where the paladins sat.
No, where Keith and Hunk sat. Shiro was the one that was hurt.
Lance almost wondered why Keith hadn’t gone complete apeshit yet. Shiro was his brother, and anyone who would give Shiro the slightest paper cut could count on being decked mercilessly by the younger.
He soon found the reason why, not only was the red paladin cradling his right arm, but his bayard and knife sat on opposite ends of the hallway. Honestly, what was the point in having two weapons if you were just going to lose them?
Keith opened his mouth, probably to say some stupid threat that everyone knew he wouldn’t be able to follow through, and Lance took the opportunity.
No one noticed the sound of the gunshot until the bullet had connected with its target. The Galra in front of Keith landed face first on the floor.
Lance took the few seconds the disorientation had caused to the group to holster his gun.
He looked around the hall and caught sight of a pipe leading up the wall, he desperately hoped it wouldn’t lead to anything important as he wretched it from the wall with way too much ease and stalked towards the group.
“Lance?” He didn’t let himself register the way Keith’s voice spoke his name. Rather he channeled all of his focus into taking these damn Galra down.
Two ran towards him while the third stood guard, pushing Keith down when he tried to get up.
“Time to put all of those baseball practices to good use.” Lance thought, raising the makeshift weapon.
The first hit made a sickening crushing sound, the Galra immediately falling to the ground. Lance took the momentum the pipe had gained and slammed it down, the metal going straight through his enemy’s skull.
He wretched it out of the body and turned his attack on the now stunned second soldier, talking his knees out first. Once, then twice, then thrice Lance brought the pipe to the soldier’s head, each one shattering the victim’s skull more and more.
He took two more hits just to be sure, grabbing the gun that they had dropped and leveled it to the third and last Galra.
“Who sent you?” he asked, anger dripping from his words.
The Galra, though staring with wide eyes, said nothing.
Now that just wouldn’t do. Lance pointed the gun down a little and pulled the trigger, the shot connecting with his enemy’s chin.
“I said” Lance stalked forward, seeing red as he got closer, “who. sent. you.”
“I-I-I..”
Lance pointed his gun to the other leg, finger on the trigger.
“Haggar, Haggar did, I swear! It was the Witch!”
Lance almost smiled. So she caught word of his escape, trying to bring her pet home huh? Now why would she want to do that?
He lowered the gun a moment, inhaling a deep breath of the circulated recycled air that he had grown so accustomed to.
Lance watched as the soldier relaxed a little, believing he was finally out of danger. The moment was gone in an instant when Lance raised the gun once more, he heard the gasp from Hunk but refused to let his brain acknowledge it.
“Please, I’ll answer anything, I’ll-”
Lance didn’t give him the time to finish, the shot colliding with the begging Galra’s forehead.
“So much for victory or death.” Lance turned to the three paladins, apparently at one point Shiro had awoken and was leaning against Keith.
“L-Lance?”
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They were able to get Shiro in a pod quick enough. Keith and Hunk had only minor injuries, ones Lance easily bandaged up.
“Any idea where the rest of them are?” Lance asked, wrapping one of Keith’s hands.
Hunk shook his head, “you’re guess is as good as mine.”
Lance huffed, this was going to be a long night? Day? Whatever.
He finished his work and stood up, wiping his hands on his pants. “Alright, let's go find them.” was all he said as he grabbed the rifle he had stolen from the Galra and made his way out of the healing room. Hunk and Keith right behind him.
“So, what’s the plan?” Keith asked hurriedly, trying to keep up with Lance’s steps.
The question caused Lance to halt in his tracks, looking down to his friend, “Uhh how about, kill the bad guys and don’t get shot?”
He heard Hunk scoff at that, “Was that your plan when you came and rescued us?”
“As a matter of fact, hermano,” Lance cocked his eyebrow at the yellow paladin, “It was, and I don’t hear anyone complaining about it.”
He was so surprised when Hunk wrapped his arms around him, that he almost launched the poor guy. It took a second for his brain to recognize the act. A hug, his brain supplied, and he instantly returned it, hugging his best friend.
When it seemed that Hunk wasn’t going to let Lance go, the boy laughed, bringing his hands up to tapp Hunk’s arms. “I love you too man, but we got to go help Pidge and everyone.” he whispered.
Hunk begrudgingly let go of his friend, who turned to Keith, arms open wide.
“You want one too before we go kick some ass.” Honestly, Lance only expected the little scoff Keith did, the enthusiastic hug was new.
He didn’t comment on the wet spot that now graced his shoulder, or how tightly Keith clung to him, he just held the boy as close as he possibly could, “I missed you too.” he whispered into the black hair that sat below his chin.
When Keith pulled back, he punched Lance, though lightly, in his arm.
“Hey! What was that for?”
“You got bigger.” Keith pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “And for leaving, but mostly for getting bigger.”
Lance laughed at that. Mussing Keith hair, which earned him a swat on the wrist.
“Maybe you should eat more huh?” he joked.
“At least I’m not built like a fucking tortilla chip.” Keith bit back, though any harshness was absent in his voice, replaced with something that Lance could only think of as fondness.
Lance started walking ahead, turning his head back to look at his friends. “Well this tortilla chip just saved your guys’ ass so who’s the real winner here? Now let’s get moving, and go find our friends.”
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M, F/F
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Allura & Coran & Hunk & Keith & Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt & Shiro, Lance & Lance's Family (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) & OC
Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura (Voltron), Others are mentioned, OC Character
Additional Tags: Singing Lance (Voltron), Dancing Lance (Voltron), Guitarist Lance (Voltron), Langst, Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) is a Mess, Lance (Voltron) is Bad at Feelings, Insecure Lance (Voltron), Hurt Lance (Voltron), Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Lance (Voltron) Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Multilingual Lance (Voltron), BAMF Lance (Voltron), Protective Lance (Voltron), Protective Keith (Voltron), Worried Hunk (Voltron), Protective Pidge | Katie Holt, Protective Hunk (Voltron), Protective Allura (Voltron), Cuban Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron)-centric, Oblivious Lance (Voltron), he is my bOY, I love him, less about Klance and more about Lance, Lance (Voltron) Backstory, BAMF oc, Protective OC, singing OC, female oc - Freeform, this is Lance-centric but only the first part is Lance's POV, the next chapters are mostly Keith's and the others, LANCE IS A PURE ANGEL, character development with Lance!!, and with an OC!, there are actually TONS of OCs, since this is an alternate universe Lance's siblings have different names from the original ones, and his whole family is different too, everything is connected here, as in, E V E R Y T H I N G, i guess it's up to you guys to connect the dots, Military Soldier Lance (Voltron), Sharpshooter Lance (Voltron), Archer Lance (Voltron), Blood and Violence, Anorexia
Summary:
Keith blinked once. Twice. The realization of the situation at hand slowly sinking in on him.
“So... you're saying the only way out... is through?”
Pidge adjusted her glasses with a small smirk creeping up on her face while Allura cleared her throat awkwardly. “Though how you phrased it is not what I preferred, yes. The only way we can get out of Lance's mind is to go through his memories.” Allura glanced nervously at her surroundings, visibly unnerved at the vibe the place gave out. “And I guess we start here.”
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Or: Keith, Pidge, Hunk, and Allura somehow get stuck on Lance's mind, quite literally, and they have to make it out by going through Lance's memories chronologically. But what they see isn't quite what they expect.
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"They had even dared to say, they were leaving him “in charge” on a “very important” mission. While they got to play heroes with their lions.
They would whoop the Galra’s butts in no time, and then they would have a sweet, sweet celebration. There would be tons of pretty aliens only waiting to be flirted at, exotic new food to try, new allies to meet, a new culture to learn from with its folkloric costumes, growing forces for the alliance, new tech to mess around with, and clearly a lot of new stuff put in the castle. Whether it be decorative or edible.
And then, Lance. The Delivery Boy. Sharpshooter at times."
Keith watched with a slackened mouth as Lance darted head first into a veritable army of foot soldiers all alone. The way he moved was completely different from the first time they watched him in the simulator.
Lance has always been agile, and he's always been someone to depend on in battle. Quick witted, clever, focused. He was good already, but this?
This was inhuman.
The moment Lance started fighting, was the moment the enemy was finally pushed out of the victory lane.
First Lance decimated the ground forces, as if he had some clairvoyant sight that allowed him to see the future. As amazing as Galra and Altean technology is, Keith would be hard pressed to believe they could make something to see the future. But then again, the druids had magic, so that's a thing now.
Keith watched as Lance practically mowed over the enemy foot soldiers. The way his body moved was incredible. Twists and turns and jumps and bends and throwing the enemy around like they were nothing but a sack of potatoes.
Impossible.
Incredible.
After most of the ground forces had been torn apart, the fighters jets began to focus on Lance. Keith would have been worried had he not watched Lance lift a damaged fighter jet wing and throw it.
Literally threw it like a three hundred pound frisbee.
This must have been the work of Lance's eye. How? Keith had no clue, but it was the only explanation on the sudden strength and agility to Lance's movements.
He wanted one.
Maybe not as permanently as Lance has, but every once in awhile, playing around with that kind of ability would be fun. And he would finally out bench Shiro.
The battle slowed as the ground forces began retreating, whatever was left of them at least. Lance didn't call out on the radio anymore, which was silent now as half of the fighters retreated while the other half was taken down by the Lions.
Lance began hollering into the comms, followed closely by Pidge and Hunk. "Now that's what I'm talking about!"
Keith heard Shiro sigh, the one usually specially reserved for Keith and his recklessness. He didn't know how to feel about no longer being the only one who drove Shiro crazy all the time. If only he could get Lance to drop the whole rivalry thing, the two of them could work in tandem.
It's always fun making Shiro exasperated.
The worst reaction Keith had gotten out of Shiro was when he punched Iverson in the face and damaged his eye. Shiro had nearly blown a gasket when Keith told him about it shortly after they became the paladins of Voltron.
His face had gone purple, his eyes had twitched and a nice, long vein popped out of Shiro's neck. Shiro didn't speak to him for an hour, and seeing as he's naturally kind of a pacifist, that's pretty intense.
And yes, it is ironic, because Shiro was chosen to pilot Black.
So yeah, Keith, being an asshole little brother figure in Shiro’s life, was exited to see how far he and Lance could push Shiro's buttons.
"Alright everyone. Back to the ship and meet in the lounge for debriefing." Shiro said. "And Lance, if you ever do something so stupid again, I will disown you."
Keith snorted. He's made that same threat to Keith for years. His response was always something along the lines of-
"But we aren't even related." Lance said.
He could practically see Shiro's flared nostrils from all the way across the field. And Shiro would always respond to Keith-
"Disowned."
The similarities were hilarious, and he could hold back his laughter no longer. Shiro appeared on his dash in a private link, flipped Keith off with both hands- which was scandalous for Shiro- and then disappeared without a word.
Keith made sure his laughter was extra obnoxious just for Shiro. Then Keith made his way back to the lion hangars to regroup with the others.
