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[kazjaurelia]

PROMPT TIME! So if you wanna do Marvel I'm weak for anything where Tony gets a chest infection because of the arc reactor. If you wanna do DBH, maybe something where Connor is so busy on a case that he forgets to do rest mode and ends up experiencing random powerdowns and overheating issues from a battery working too hard?? :O

Okay, so I’m pretty sure this ask took like two years to actually fill, because my goldfish brain yeeted it into the abyss, but alas, it is done.  @taylortut     If anyone asked Tony, it wasn’t his fault. It really wasn’t. No, you could blame it on the newest menace that S.H.I.E.L.D. had tasked the team to. They called themselves Gadianton, and they targeted charities mostly. Either quaint or worldwide, it didn’t matter to them. Everyone was a target, as long as they had money. They’d been attempting to track the group down for a month straight by now and had made very little process. It seemed like every possible lead turned to dust almost as soon as it was discovered. Ultimately, time led to an escalation in the group as they became more confident. The first time a life was taken by a Gadianton operation, it struck a giant blow. It stung worse that Peter had been patrolling in the area, gotten involved(of course), and subsequently injured.

     Tony was determined not to let it happen again. He did what Stark men do best. Focus on their work and neglect their personal care. He wouldn’t stop until he had caught Gadianton.

     Tony took a sip of his fifth coffee of the morning and returned to typing away at his keyboard. He knew he was making headway, and that, if he dug just a little deeper, he would find something. He was hoping to be able to put an end to it all before the dinner for his mother’s charity, but things weren’t looking the brightest.

      He scrubs a hand over his face as he pours more closely over the text, the words beginning to slightly blur together. His whole body was beginning to ache and shiver with how cold it felt down in the lab. Tony wondered for a moment if he was coming down with a cold, or worse, another chest infection, but quickly dismissed the idea and wrote it down to how much coffee he had ingested in such a short amount of time. He turned back to the screen while taking another draft of his coffee and settling in for a while.

     Peter was practically jumping out of his suit. The suit which Mr. Stark had so nicely bought for him so he could attend the Maria Stark Charity Dinner. The ballroom that had been rented was enormous, and it appeared to be completely filled with people. This made it increasingly difficult to figure out where Mr. Stark was. Peter knew he should have continued to follow Happy once they were through the entrance, but he had quickly gotten distracted by some of the scientific displays of student projects that had been put up for the crowds to see what they were supporting.

      “Maybe if I can get higher I can find Mr. Stark,” Peter mumbled to himself as he made his way towards the stairs, weaving his way in between the pulsing crowd. Up in the balcony, the crowd didn’t thin at all. In fact, it seemed like there were more guests packed up onto the ledge. Peter picked his way through the crowd as fast and as politely as possible, but, of course, someone else wasn’t watching where they were going and happened to trip into the young hero. The pink champagne in her hand exploded out of the flute and cascaded down the front of her alabaster gown.

      “What are you doing!?” she shrieked as she desperately tried to brush off the champagne, only spreading it more. “Do you know how much this dress cost? You’re going to pay to have this fixed!”

     She had been inching closer as she screeched, looking angrier and angrier as Peter stuttered an apology.

      “That won’t be a problem. I’ll cover the bill, just send it to Pepper,” rasps a voice behind Peter. The lady immediately simmers down and merely grumbles about her ruined dress but meanders away from the party’s host with an agreement.

     “Mr. Stark, I’m so sorry she just bumped into me and I didn’t mean for her dress to get spilled on and then she just started yelling-”

      “Kid relax. It’s okay,” Tony rasps out as he pulls Peter with him towards the stairs. “She’s usually high strung about everything anyways.” Tony walks over to a chair on the side of the ballroom and plops himself into it. His body has steadily become more and more achy over the course of the event, and it was yet to be half way over. Every so often, a rough, chesty cough makes itself known, further adding to the aches in his body. He wants more than anything just to retreat back to his lab, but knows that isn’t an option right now. Tony is dragged from his thoughts by Peter’s babbling.

       “Are you okay, Mr. Stark?” Peter can see how pale Mr. Stark looks. “You look like you don’t feel so good. Do I need to call Dr. Banner?”

        A sigh escapes from Tony’s mouth as he tiredly runs his hand over his face, again. Another spike of pain drives its way through his skull, running from his eyes to the base of his skull. He knows he most likely has another chest infection due to the combination of the arc reactor and self neglect, but there are more important things to be worried about. Like making it through the rest of the charity dinner. Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t worked through worse.

       “Look, kid I-”

      His retort is cut short by the sudden sound of shattering glass and screams as the glass dome above them shatters under the weight of sixteen armed men. They position themselves around the ballroom and being herding the guests into the middle of the room. The guests trip over each other in their hurry to obey their captors’ demands.

      “Come on, ladies and gents, we don’t have all night!” one of the men shouts as he shoves a couple harshly onto the ground in the center of the chaos.

       Tony really isn’t in the mood for this to happen tonight. It’s bad enough that they’ve been on a wild goose chase to find the group of armed robbers, but for them to so blatantly attack his own charity event? He should have seen it coming, but that doesn’t mean it’s any less annoying.

       One of the men comes up behind Tony and Peter, aiming his gun directly at the small of Peter’s back. “Ah, Mr. Stark, what a nice event you have put together for us. Now, if you’ll follow me please.”

       As the duo is guided to the center of the hostages, F.R.I.D.A.Y. reports that the rest of the team is on the way, only about three minutes away. He just has to keep the bullets from flying until then, and most importantly keep Peter safe.

       His attention is pulled back to the present and the leader moves the gun to aim at Tony. “Now Stark, where do you keep the donations, hmm? Hopefully not too far, if you wish to remain unharmed.”

      Tony lets out a short peel of laughter, sending another spike of pain through his head. “Yeah, you do know me tho-” He’s cut off by a sharp blow to the left side of his face, sending him to the ground. The world seems to be rocking around him, unable to remain still as pain ripples through his body. Air seems to be coming through a straw, and Tony can faintly hear sound returning through the ringing in his ears. All he can hear is his raspy wheezing and the sound of Peter shouting.

      “Stop! Don’t hurt him!”

      The world manages to right itself long enough for Tony to see Peter being held back by another one of the intruders. That’s all he sees before a foot is being driven into his abdomen, knocking what little breath he had out of his lungs. Black spots border the edges of his vision and he desperately tries to draw in at least one breath of air. His lungs seem to have given up. The black creeps closer, taking up his whole view. As he falls into the darkness, he swears he can almost hear the sound of Peter pleading before it’s over taken by the sound of breaking glass.

       Consciousness comes back to Tony slowly. Cool air on his face, a weight against his thigh, a steady beeping, and the smell of disinfectant. It takes him a few moments, but eventually he gathers enough energy to open his eyes. A mistake, he notes, as the blinding light sends pain shooting through his head, though thankfully not as painful as before. He must have made some noise, because the weight on his thigh eases and he can hear someone talking to him, although still struggling to piece together the words.

      “-ark? Mr. Stark? Do you want me to get Dr. Banner?”

      “Underoos?” The light has finally dimmed to a tolerable level, allowing him to see a sleepy and concerned Peter Parker.

       “I’m gonna go get Dr. Banner,” Peter announces as he starts to get up, but is stopped by Tony softly grabbing his arm. “Mr. Stark?”

      “Not yet, kid. Let me have a little peace before Bruce and Pep start worrying at me.”

[kazjaurelia]

Overridden

OOOOOOOOOOOOOkay.

so. I got an ask like two years ago after I wrote my first fic, and I started writing that prompt. And I never finished it. It kind of just turned into a drabble with no real solid ending, even though one day I did want to finish it. However, I’m not really into Voltron anymore. I do want to write again, but it will probably be for other fandoms. I figured that I would just post the drabble I had written, becaus why not.

Prompt: Lance is mind controlled by Narti(throwback. been awhile cause she kinda... you know.)

“Lance,” Shiro calls,“are you in position?”

“Lover boy Lance is in position. Emo mullet is clear to go.”

Keith hacked his sword into another bot before pivoting to slash at another behind him. They didn’t seem to stop coming. Every time one sentry fell, another wave of the combatants seemed to replace it. If more of them didn’t drop soon, he’d have to get creative fast.

“Lance, a little help here?” Another droid falls under the edge of his sword. He brings his foot up to kick one in the chest plate, forcing it back as it takes out two of its comrades. It’s odd. Lance has usually answered by now and has provided some relief, but the bots are still coming and the sound of his rifle is absent from the scene. He turns to where Lance is posted, dodging a hit from one of the sentries as he looks. Lance is taking aim from the shadows, looking through his scope.

Then he hears it. A single shot that unmistakably comes from Lance’s bayard. Then he feels the pain. It blossoms in his chest and spreads outwards, seeping cold and pain into his extremities. Keith hears Shiro call out, flashes of purple dancing in his peripheral vision as the crowd of droids drop. He drops with it. There are arms around him, barely catching him from falling completely onto the cold ground. He let's out a groan as Shiro’s face comes into focus.

“-ith? Hey, you need to stay with me.” His vision slips out of focus again The sound of battle has ceased, but he can still hear Hunk and Pidge in the background yelling for him and Lance. Is Lance hurt, too?

He can see Pidge appear behind Shiro, bayard in hand with an expression he can only describe as a mixture between desperation and disbelief. “He's gone.”

“Lance,” he manages out.

Shiro tenses before speaking again. “It’s okay, Keith, we know what he- we have a pod waiting, you just have to hold on.” They know? No, it’s all wrong. Keith tries to sit up. He needs to tell them. Tell them about Lance. But black spots dot his vision and he feels himself falling back into Shiro’s arms as the dark takes over.

Lance feels as if he's trapped under the ice of a frozen lake. Above he can see blurred forms of people moving. Their voices sound muted as they pass through the layer of distortion. The iciness of the peaceful water seeps into his bones as it flows around him.

The unfamiliar area around him seems as faded as the scene above the ice. How did he get here? He could have sworn he was in the middle of something else. Maybe it has something to do with the people above the ice. They seem to be shouting now. He kicks feebly towards the surface, icy tendrils gripping his ankles in an attempt to slow his progress. He grasps and reaches as he pours full effort into breaking through the ice. His fingers break through the thin layer of ice and he’s thrown into a new scene.

A clawed hand digs into his neck as he's dragged backwards. Down below, he can see Keith on the ground with Shiro over him. Sentries lay in ruined pieces around the two paladins. He trashes, trying to break from the hold. To help his team, his family. But the claws only grip tighter, seeming to reach in a wrap around his nerves and lighting them on fire. Someone is screaming.

[kazjaurelia]

‘Cause I Love the Adrenaline in My Veins

This is based partially on this post by @illesty

The team was on what was supposed to be a simple mission. And, of course, something goes wrong. When a Galra aligned combat group attacks a peace ceremony, team Voltron leaps into action to save the day. And maybe, Lance just happens to accidentally get hurt.

Happy Birthday to my favorite, @butletmeexplainyouathing.

Words: 1639

It was supposed to be a simple mission. A peaceful mission. Fly down to the planet in Black, aid in peace talks between two feuding tribes, and return to the castle for a debrief and training. Piece of cake.

Not. To Lance, it always seemed to be the “easy” missions that went south. Easy missions had plans that were simple. They had a set process. Step one, step two, step three, tie it all up in a bow, and mission accomplished. And yet, they still seemed to go wrong in some way.

This time, it wasn't Lance's fault. It really wasn't. They’d managed to almost come to an even peace between the tribes. The last step was the emergence ceremony, as the natives had called it. A ceremony to symbolize the emergence of a new peaceful era. The chiefs performed the ritual to demonstrate to the people that any contention between the tribes was over. Both women were swiftly moving through the motions, seeming to play off of one another.

On the stage behind and to the side of the chiefs, Lance was struggling to remain still after what seemed like vargas. The semi-formal armour that Allura had produced for the event was beginning to feel more and more confining around Lance’s neck. Who knew? Maybe the suit was haunted by some ancient space ghost and was trying to exact its revenge by strangling the paladin. The suits, of course, hadn’t been used in 10,000 years, which was blaringly obvious by the rigidness of the material. It’s almost as if the suits are made of cardboard. Judging by the squirming that Keith is doing next to Lance, he feels the same. He is glad, however, that Allura allowed them to bring their bayards.

The ceremony seemed to be approaching the ending, both women becoming increasingly intertwined in every move. Every step takes them closer to the illuminated hearth to the anterior of the stage. The chiefs gracefully tiptoe into the flames now, seemingly impervious to the heat. Must be some mystical bond thing, Lance concludes to himself. It almost reminds him of the fusion dance from Dragon Ball Z.

As the chiefs bring their foreheads together, a blast rings out through the outdoor amphitheatre. Cries of pain echo out, weaving and intertwining in the smoke. Lance, knocked to his knees in the moment of the blast, makes a move to stand up, to help. A quick glance shows him that the other paladins are rising to do the same. The stage gives a groan and a tremor as the paladins gather close. Shiro is the first to speak.

“We need to make a plan, alright? I’ll check on the chiefs, the rest of you stay alert and try to help the villagers. Who ever set off the bomb, might not be done yet.”

And with that, the team breaks up, all pulling out their bayards and moving out into the raze amphitheatre.His bayard morphs into the gun, ready to fire, should it be needed. Lance moves towards a crying child, clinging to the body of what must be their parent. He opens his mouth to ask if the villagers have set up a meeting area to regroup, when the shots start flying. He’s charging forward, scooping the child into his arms and ducking behind a chunk of the barrier wall before he can really think about anything other than ‘Stay alive, keep the kid alive.’

The kid seems to be fine, though. A little shaken and dirty from the initial attack, but otherwise unharmed. However, the kid did not want to quiet down, the crying picking up in volume.

“Is everyone alright?” Lance startles, Shiro’s calm, commanding voice a sharp contrast from the shouting and gunfire surrounding Lance.

“I’m alright, I’ve got a kid with me.” He peaks out from behind the cover before ducking back down as the shots start flying again. Lance turns back in, curling protectively around the kid in an attempt to quell their sobbing. “Is there anywhere safe I can take the kid?”

“The chiefs have set up some kind of triage center a few buildings from behind the stage.”

“Do we know who’s attacking us, yet?” Keith asks, sounds of fighting leaking through from his end.

“No clue. I don’t have anything about them on my records.” Pidge’s voice cuts in.

Lance tunes them out momentarily as he makes a plan to move for the stage. It shouldn’t be that hard. Duck and run, disarm a few of the attackers, and keep him and the kid alive. Shouldn’t be too hard. Right?

He pulls out from his cover, only enough to efficiently aim and dispatch the shooters. Pulling the kid tighter into his arms, he turns and dashes for the next sizable piece of rubble. He can see one of the tribe members anxiously scanning the debris field, all while trying to remain hidden only fifty feet away. They may be able to get the child to safety. Lance makes a break for it, gun firing the whole time. Finally, Lance is greeted by what he assumes is the child’s other parent, seeing as the child leaped into their arms without hesitation. Now, he has to get back to the fight.

From what he could see, Pidge was taking down shooters while also figuring out who they were and how they were moving. Hunk was aiding in evacuation as well as fighting. Keith and Shiro were doing much the same, fighting and helping people when needed.

Lance runs back into the right, dodging and firing nearly simultaneously. He’s almost reached another group when the second bomb goes off. He’s diving for cover before he can think. He covers his head with his arms, attempting to curl into himself, to be smaller while the debris and dirt rains down from above. It’s only a moment before he’s back up again, dusting off his armor and firing off shots.

It all became a blur. Duck. Aim. Shoot. The sound of gunfire filled the air, as well as a thick smoke. It seemed to slither through the air, mocking the combatants as they found their field of vision nearly non-existent.

Maybe if Lance could get to a  higher spot, he could see better. Offering better support from above would allow the others to get the rest of the tribe to safety and stop the attack. He crouches low behind another piece of the ruined barrier wall, scouting out a tall building on the edge of the amphitheatre. Even if he could get just a little higher.

He scans the area, only seeing a couple lookouts posted. Alright, shouldn’t be that hard. Take out the sentries and climb the building like in Assassin’s Creed. He spins out, pivoting and aiming to take down both of the lookouts. They drop without a sound.

It’s not hard to climb up the building, there are plenty of handholds and even a gentle slope. Lance settles onto the edge of the roof, panning the barrel of the gun over his sight of the battlefield. The fight seemed to be coming to an end. No civilians were left out on the field, and the rest of the paladins had it pretty much covered, only needing Lance’s cover every here and there.

As the battle drew to a close, Shiro called for a regroup. Once the final check through was done, ensuring that no other combatants were left free on the field, the team was to head to the triage center a small ways from the scene of carnage. Lance shimmied his way down the side of the building, scanning as he went. The battle was truly over, the dust finally settling from the two bombs as he made his way to the rendezvous. Now, he could see the entirety of the damage. The stage, which had been intact after the first explosion, lay decrepit and listing to the side with portions caved in. The standing area for the audience was peppered with craters. From what, Lance couldn’t determine. Many of the buildings in the surrounding area had sustained damage. Some had broken windows. Others had as much as a hole covering many floors.

He could see the see the hustle and bustle of the triage ahead of him. The healers racing from bed to bed to help any way they could. Children were crying on the other side. A quick look showed Lance the kid he had saved wrapped tightly around the neck of his mother.

He walked faster. Now that the fight was over, he could feel the adrenaline wearing off, all the aches and pains making themselves known. The sharpest seemed to be just above his right hip. Huh, maybe he landed a little wrong when he grabbed the kid. He tries to just shrug it off, thinking it’s just a bruise or something, but the pain only increases as he walks.

The rest of the team was already gathered with the chiefs in some sort of command tent in the center of the triage. They were just waiting on Lance before they started to debrief. Only, Lance seemed to be taking awhile to get there.

Keith groans. “What’s taking him so long? He should be here by now.”

Just as Shiro opened his mouth to reply, the flap to the tent was opened, revealing a very dusty and bloody Lance. He took a small step forward, his right hand clutching the area just above his hip. His hand is covered in blood. “Lance?”

Lance gives a small smirk, or maybe it was a grimace. “Hey guys. I think I have a bit of a problem.” And with that, his eyes roll into the back of his head as his body goes limp and drops to the ground.

[kazjaurelia]

So, I decided to write this. Hope that’s okay, @taylor-tut. And I will most likely be doing it in three parts because it’s really long for some reason. 

Joy Buzzer: Part One

(because I’m bad at titles) Part 2 (x) Part 3 (x)

Words:933

Tags:????? help Langst, Electrocution, our boy is gonna get hurt.

“-ance? He- with me?”

It sounds distant, and somewhat familiar. It’s almost as if cotton is shoved in Lance’s ears. Where does he know that voice from? Is it someone close to him?  He pushes forward, against the flowing current. Every step, closer to the answer. The current stops, and he stumbles forward onto his hands and knees. There’s a hand on his shoulder, shaking him.

One Hour Earlier

“How much further is it?” Lance almost groans. “We’ve been walking forever.”

“Lance, take this seriously. It’s not some road trip.” Pidge doesn’t even have to look back for Lance to feel the eye roll. Her full attention is on the holo-map in her hand.

Lance quiets down after that and continues on walking in tandem with the rest of the team. Foliage passes overhead, waving in the humidity of the planet they were trekking on. Bird like creatures skim the tree tops while emitting a shrieking call to their friends. Lance pushes leafy arms out of the way as he follows Hunk.

“We’re here,” Pidge calls out from the front of the line.

Sure enough, a temple like structure is visible up ahead. It’s a strain to decipher where jungle ends and the temple starts. The temple appears more than willing to co-exist with the surrounding life. Vines creep up the walls, around pillars, and over window sills. Budding flowers peek out of cracks in the stone walls and pavement. Even the local animals have moved into the temple, if only on the outer edges.

“What exactly are we looking for again?” Hunk asks. “‘Cause I kinda don’t want to touch the wrong thing and, oh, I don’t know. Die horribly.”

“It’s an artifact that the locals need for a ritual. It’s supposed to give blessings during rituals. And the relic is vital to the Jeing in an event like changing chiefs, moving the village to a new location, or forming alliances,” Pidge explains. “Which is why we need it if we want the alliance.”

She pulls up a new image on the holo-projector. Lance’s first thought is that it looks kind of like a toy airplane. The slender football shaped middle piece has two elongated, triangular wings jutting out and slanting back. At the rear, a wedge connects to the prolate spheroid and curves upwards. All over, swirls and dots intermingle with a script that looks similar to Arabic.

“We need to be careful with it. We don’t really know what it does. Don’t touch it with your skin. Use the bag or have your gloves on,” Shiro instructs. “Once you find and retrieve it, let the other group know and we’ll all regroup back here. Alright?”

Everyone nods and the team breaks off into the two groups. Shiro, Pidge, and Hunk cross to one entrance, while Lance and Keith cross to the entrance closer to them.

“Keep up, Mullet.”

Keith only grunts in reply as he takes off behind Lance through the archway. The torch perched on the front of Lance’s riffle casts shadows down the corridor, eerily illuminating cobwebs. Keith flips on his own torch and pans it behind him.

“I’m getting a very ‘Indiana Jones’ vibe from this place. D’ya think there’s any booby traps? Like the giant rolling rock?”

“Lance, pay attention,” Keith scolds checking the way they just came. “If there are any traps, I don’t want to walk into it.”

Lance stops so suddenly, Keith plows right into him, muttering a curse in surprise.

“That’s a dollar in the swear jar.”

Keith takes in a breath of air to utter a retort, but as he sees the cavern they’re standing in it vanishes. The cavern definitely gives off and Indiana Jones vibe. THe space is wide and tentacles of sunlight stream in from holes in the ceiling above. Vines criss cross the architecture along the walls and across the ceiling. Steps lead up in a pyramid shape to a pedestal, whereon the artifact is perched. The plane like object is irradiated by a pinpoint of light.

“I’ll call it in. Check the area, Lance.”

Lance nods and surveys the area, all while creeping closer up the steps to the object. There seems to be nothing around the artifact that could be harmful. Then, why did the locals never come and get it themselves? It wasn’t even that hard to find. Just a long, boring hike through a swamp of humidity. Maybe there was something the locals didn’t tell them. Lance shrugs as he brushes off the thoughts and reaches out for the artifact.

“Shiro. We found it.”

“Alright, bag it up and meet us back at the rendezvous.”

“Lance, is it clear?” Keith calls as he turns back towards the relic, only to see Lance’s gloved fingertips millimeters from the plane like object. As his fingertips make contact, a spark arches between the relic and Lance’s chest, almost as if in slow motion. 

“Lance!” Keith’s voice is lost in the roar of the pulsing air that knocks Keith back through the opening of the tunnel. The wind doesn’t seem to stop as the wave of heat plows into Keith next, seeming to last for hours. When it finally does relent, dust is shaking down the tunnel opening. A layer of the powder seems to be coating the back of Keith’s throat as he pushes himself off the ground and staggers back into the cavern.

“Lance?”

What happened? Rubble lays strewn across the floor and holes pepper the ceiling. The relic is gone from it’s spot on the top of the pyramid. Lance is gone, too.

[kazjaurelia]

Joy Buzzer: Part Three

So, this took me a while to write(whoops), mostly because I was trying to figure out how to do a fight scene. I’m still trying to figure that kind of thing out, but hey, it’s my first time. So, sorry, it’s not the best. I tried. Enjoy, y’all. I might write a part 4. eventually.

Word count: 1520

Tags: Lance whump, Langst?, violence, Lance gets beat up, like bad, Keith cares.

Part 1 (x) Part 2 (x)

Lance runs as he watches as the cannon power up, the light pulsing a glowing pink. The energy expands and dashes forward, reminding Lance of a scene from an old movie about space he had watched with his family when he was younger. As the light grows and begins to cover Lance’s field of vision, the hairs on his arms prick up.

The world is spinning. It feels like an old ride from a carnival his family went to when he was younger. A ride that spun round and round, glueing him to the wall. Small pieces of detritus ram into his body as he’s tossed and thrown. Lance feels the wind blasting against his face as well as chunks of dirt before he crashes into what he thinks is one of the buildings on the perimeter of the square. The remains of the razed building seem to blow inwards with him and everything stills as it falls to the ground.

His body is throbbing stronger now. The waves of pain beginning in his chest and rolling outwards through his limbs. The cacophony of pain is felt through every individual injury, sharp as a whip. The ringing in his ears fades away to coughing and moaning through the wrecked square.

Static blares in his ear as Keith’s voice filters in right next to him. “Lance? Lance! I need you to answer me.” Oh, when did Keith get here? He’s pulling a beam off of Lance and tossing it to the side before rushing in to help.

He manages to roll over into his hands and knees, the pain peaking momentarily before dulling, slightly. Keith is right there, crouching down, waiting to help if needed. The tumble of rubble sounds out as the debris settles around him.

“I think I’m good.” Lance is almost shocked at how rough his voice sounds. It’s rough like he ate a cinder block. “Just a little banged up.” That is, if ‘just a little banged up’ was code for ‘my limbs feel kind of tingly, my head is spinning, and I feel like an elephant decided I was its chair’.

“Lance.” It’s said tersely, in a way of Keith warning Lance to stay down for now. But, he just simply ignores it.

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine.”

Lance manages to brush off the rest of the rubble, with Keith’s help, to peer around the smoking remains of the Jiang square. It looks as if some of the officials were hit by pieces of flying debris, as they lay scattered around intemingled with the broken remnants of the buildings. Allura seems to have escaped the carnage. She supports one of the diplomats, the village chief, he thinks, as she struggles to get to her feet. Their eyes meet across the square as she walks towards them, seeming to ask the same question without the need for words. “Are you okay?”

“You’ve got more ships headed towards you.” Shiro calls over the coms. Great. “We’re on our way to help, but it’s going to be a few dobashes.”

“Then, we’ll just have knock ‘em out ourselves,” Lance quips. Shouldn’t be too hard. Right? All they had to do was keep the attention on them and protect Allura and the villagers. “How long until they get here?”

“Thirty ticks at most.”

Huffing out a breath of air, Lance stumbles to his feet. All the while, trying his best to avoid the looks he’s getting from Keith. They need to focus on the mission. He hands Allura the relic and sends her back to the other villagers to do the ceremony before turning to Keith, to silence his protests. “Keith, I’m fine. We need to focus on the mission and keep people safe. Let’s get back to our Lions and stop the next wave.”

They barely get their Lions up in the air by the time the first fighter can be seen. They fly out to meet the ship away from the village, to prevent any further damage. Lance and Keith set to work, taking down the ships speedily. Lance can feel the tingling getting worse. I guess being blown through a wall will have that effect. His mind is running on autopilot, with major support from Blue keeping him present enough to press a few buttons here and there, but it’s getting harder to concentrate. The waves of pain are back now, radiating from his chest to his finger tips and toes, up to his head. With every jolting blast near Blue, the pain spikes before returning to the level before.

Shiro, Hunk, and Pidge are here now. Lance only registers flashes of Green, Yellow, and Black across his vision, intermingled with blasts and explosions. Waves of concern are coming from Blue, as well as a calm feeling that brings a moment of clarity to Lance’s swirling head. A moment to see a stray plane headed back towards the village. A stray plane, almost like the one with the canon. No one else seems to have noticed it. Lance turns Blue towards the village, speeding after the lone fighter plane.

Lance shoots from the tail laser, pinpointing the plane, yet only chipping it. The plane spiral before crashing just short of the village. The pilot crawls out of the cockpit right as Lance gets there with Blue.

“Lance, where are you? We’re almost done with the fleet of fighters,” Hunk asks as Lance begins to exit Blue. He draws out his bayard as he nears the fallen pilot, aiming the barrel of the gun at him.

“I went after a ship that was headed towards the village. I’ve got it covered, you guys clean up.” He tries to hide the roughness and pain of his voice, and, when no one pushes to comment on it, assumes the attempt was at least partly successful.

As he nears, the grounded pilot is rising to his feet, wiping blood from a cut above his eye. It’s not even a tick before the fighter lets out a growl and lurches forward to tackle Lance. His bayard goes off, firing a shot into the sky before Lance’s body smacks into the ground, head first. A fist plows into Lance’s face.He can feel the bruise forming on his cheekbone. Lance raises the gun enough to smack it back into the head of the Galran, knocking him off of Lance and to the side. The Galran rams back into Lance, reaching for the bayard. He grabs a hold of the gun in an attempt to pull it from Lance’s grasp. He the fighter brings it back down, right into his left eye.  A hand flies up on instinct to cover the eye, allowing the Galran to tug the bayard out of his grasp. The fighter rises, keeping a foot on Lance’s chest to keep him down. Lance is staring down the barrel of the gun. Bringing a leg up, Lance wraps it up and around the pilot’s hips, pushing back. The effect is instantaneous as him and the gun fall backwards.  Effectively tossing his bayard far out of reach. Lance jumps forward, attempting to hold his foe down. Both roll on the ground, grappling to be on top. To be in control of the fight. But, they roll apart.

It’s only a moment before both fighters are back on their feet, jumping into fighting stances. His head is starting to throb. His limbs are tingling again. All he has to do, is take down this guy. Then, he can get in a healing pod. He knows that he’s tilting slightly. He knows that his opponent has probably also noticed it.

Taking advantage of Lance’s injured state, the Galran moves forward, bringing a leg up in a roundhouse kick. He doesn’t even feel the impact of the blow. He feels the hard dirt underneath his body.

The world is swirling around him as he looks at the sky. Sound fades in and out as his vision comes in and out of focus. He hears a grunt of pain above him, and a thud as a body hits the ground.

“Lance?” Is that Keith? “Shiro, Lance is down.”

A blurry form enters his vision, which he thinks is Keith, judging by the outline of the mullet. He looks worried. He arms around his back and under his legs, and then the ground is gone.

“Hang in, Lance. We’re going to get you to a pod.” The sky disappears and is replaced by a glowing red. What happened to the sky? Maybe it’s night time. Time to sleep. He’s so sleepy.

He opens his eyes. The world is shaking. Why is it shaking? “Lance, you need to stay awake. You did a good job, but we’re not done yet.” Keith sounds so serious and worried. That means he must be pouting. He can see it. The pouty eyes, downturned lips, and mullet to tie it together. The angsty combo. He doesn’t like that look on Keith.

“Hmm, w’did a g’d job,” he slurs. “W’r a good team.” He feels himself go limp as the darkness creeps in.

[kazjaurelia]

Joy Buzzer: Part Two

I am so sorry this took so long to update. My family has had a few things go wrong in the past two weeks that made it kinda hard to find time to write. Anyways, here’s part two. Inspired by a prompt from my literal goddess. Thanks for giving me courage, @taylor-tut Hope y'all enjoy. 

Part 1(x) Part 3 (x)

Word count:1390

Tags:Lance whump, Langst, electrocution, our boy get hurt, whoops, Keith cares.

“Shiro. We found it.”

“Alright bag it up and meet us back at the rendezvous.”

Shiro turns back to where Pidge and Hunk had stopped ahead in the tunnel, taking sips from their water packs.

“Lance and Keith found the artifact. We’re going to meet them back at the rendezvous, then head back to the village to finish up the treaty.”

The group slides the water packs back into their spot and begin the journey back towards the rendezvous, still scouting out the hallway for anything out of place. As Shiro pans the wall with his torch, he listens to the sounds of the temple and the nature lurking outside. Water drips somewhere behind him. An animal scurries through the passage in front of them, the sound carrying. As they near the exit, a wind blows gently down the tunnel. It’s almost calming. That is, until the wind switches directions, coming from inside the temple, and the speed picks up violently with the temperature. The three paladins quickly crouch down in a huddle as debris and dirt races over them. It lasts for moments before it stops instantly and the sound of silence fills the narrow space.

Sound returns in the form of Pidge coughing. “What was that?”

“I don’t know,” Shiro states as he rises from the crouch,” but, it probably isn’t good news. Is everyone okay?” Shiro takes in the state of Pidge and Hunk’s armour, as well as his own. A fine layer of dust is layered on top, and it seeps into the cracks. Their faces are painted an ashy grey, as is their hair.

“I’m good.”

“Same here,” Hunk huffs as he stands up.

“Keith? Are you and Lance okay?” Shiro tries over comms. Only a burst of static replies as dust trickles down from the ceiling of the passageway. Shiro curses.

“Shiro?”

He sighs in relief before replying. “Are you and Lance okay?’

Keith pauses on the other side of link as rocks scuffle in the background. Keith is probably moving to a more stable spot. But, that means he was very close to the explosion, meaning Lance was, too. “I can’t see Lance.”

Shiro motions for Hunk and Pidge to head outside and do a safety check while he talks to Keith. “What happened?”

“Lance went to get the relic,” Keith explains as he continues moving over the rocks. “He went to grab it and it just blew up. I don- Lance!” A scramble can be heard over the link as Shiro hears Keith slide down some rocks.

“I found him, Shiro.” The relief flooding Keith’s voice is clear. “He doesn’t look too bad.”

Shiro’s reply is cut off as Hunk comes back into the tunnel. “Shiro, we have a bit of a problem. There’s a Galra cruiser coming at us and it’s coming fast.”

“Keith, we have a problem.”

——-

Sound filters in. Smoke permeates the air around Lance and the owner of the hand shaking him. Keith is in front of him, a worried look on his face as he speaks. Dust is ingrained in his mullet and armour. Lance takes a peek at the cavern, but only sees pieces of rubble and dust

“-ance? He- with me?” The world seems to spin and fade for a moment and Keith disappears. “Lance?” Keith is back, closer this time. “Hey, you okay?”

“Wha’ happened?” Lance slurs. It’s a little hard to form coherent words when your mouth feels like you’ve eaten a pillow, apparently.

“You touched the thing and it went off like the Fourth of July.”

So that’s why his body feels like he crashed to Earth in a bolt of lightning. Ouch.

“Oh.”

“Oh? Lance, you blew up part of a temple,” Keith states, the vexation seeping into his voice. “There isn’t time for this. The Galra are marching up here right now. We’ve gotta go.” Keith start to pull Lance up, causing his world to spin. But, like Keith said, there isn’t time for Lance to mess something up again and be a burden. He’s got to soldier through it. It was Lance’s fault anyways, wasn’t it?

So, Lance manages to stay on his feet once Keith gets him up, even with the world spinning around him and his limbs tingling. He’s determined to finish the mission, then sleep for about 10,000 years.

“Come on,” Keith says over his shoulder as he starts up the small mound of debris in the way of the tunnel. “Shiro said to head to the rendezvous, then head to the lions.”

Lance moves to step forward when the relic catches his eye to his left. He pulls out the bag before sliding it in and packing it away. At least the mission would be a success, even if the temple was damaged and they had to retreat from the Galra.

——-

It only takes them about fifteen minutes to finally get out of the temple, and by that time, the tingling in Lance’s limbs has intensified and invited it’s friend numbness for a party. As he follows Keith to the rendezvous point, it feels like he’s walking through molasses, forcing his legs to push forward. The humidity pushes down on his shoulders, making the effort put into walking and breathing in oxygen that much harder.

“We’re almost to our lions, Shiro. We’ll meet you guys up-”

“No. Head back to the village.” Shiro orders. “Deliver the relic, then come fight.”

Keith huffs at the ground. “We don’t have it. It blew up after Lance touched it. We need to help you fight.”

“Actually,” Lance wheezes,”I got it.”

“Good. Get it back to Allura and the Jeing, then meet up with us.” And with that, Shiro signed off to focus on the battle. Keith doesn’t say a word as he crawls into Red. Lance turns towards Blue, almost too suddenly as black spots dance across his eyes. He manages to get into Blue and begin piloting her back towards the village as waves of comfort and concern come from the lion.

“It’s okay, Blue. I’ll be fine until the mission is over.” But really, Lance is barely managing to stay standing. His legs and arms haven’t stopped tingling and numbness is beginning to spread. But, he had to be okay. He couldn’t mess up the mission any more than he already had. He had to do something right.

As they land, the small party of delegates gathered behind Allura shift on their feet as their hair is tossed and whipped by the wind of the lions. In the distance, in the forest behind the village, blasts from the lions and smoke can be seen rising from under the tree line. Allura strides closer the Blue’s maw to meet Lance as he emerges with the relic. He’s noticed that the black spots have returned to his vision as he walks down the ramp to Allura with the object in hand. He just has to make it fifteen meters to where Allura is across the small meeting square. Fifteen meters.

“Keith, Lance, you have some of the Galra fleet coming towards you at the village. Be ready,”  Pidge calls. Lance looks up at Pidge’s information to see one of the slender black and red fighter ships zooming towards them. As he watches more dots grow in the sky and form into a squad of the slender ships.

“Well, this isn’t good. I’ll hold them off and you deliver the relic,” Keith announces as he climbs back into his lion. The ships continue growing closer, ignoring the green lion flying after them. The cannon on the leading ship becomes visible as soon as it is within shooting distance. Red takes of to meet the fighter, but is intercepted but a small squad from out of nowhere.

Lance just has to make it to Allura. Keep her safe. Deliver the relic.

“Lance, look out!”

Lance turns towards where Keith is supposed to be stopping the cannon ship, but the Red lion is missing from the picture. The picture begins to change as the cannon powers up and discharges, aiming at Allura and the group of delegates.

“Allura!” He’s running now. The air seems to have disappeared, making it hard for Lance to breathe enough air in to make it to Allura.

Keith watches as the cannon goes off.

[kazjaurelia]

When You Said Your Last Goodbye

First attempt at writing and Langst. @bleusarcelle

Prompted by this song https://youtu.be/cqJoVlnmdFQ

     Growing up, you’re always told that things happen and people die. They get sick, or they get old and say their goodbyes. They know that it’s going to be their time to leave soon, so they love as fiercely as they can. But, what about when it’s sudden? When they leave so suddenly there isn’t a good bye or a last smile? 

     When Lance left, no one knew how to react. It was a simple mission. That’s how most days went for the team. Assemble and head out to face a fleet of Galra ships or to a planet to bring them freedom. This day wasn’t much different. The planet was called Unila and closely resembled Earth.The battle was almost over. Most of the fleet was either destroyed or retreating. 

     “Woo-hoo!! At this rate, Zarkon will be Zar-gone”, chirps the Blue Paladin. Only the groans of the team respond. A blast of light into the left flank of the Blue lion pulls the team back to attention. 

     “Lance!”

     “He’s going down too fast! I don’t think I can get him in time”, Keith cries. 

     Blue crashed on the shore of a glistening ocean from a setting sun. The last thing Lance saw. 

     “Lance? Lance! Answer us, come on buddy.” 

     “I’m h-home guys. We made it. Veradera beach.” Lance is interrupted by a fit of coughing. “It’s okay. We made it home. Tog-together.” The line went silent as the paladins called for their brother. 

     Keith is the first to land on the beach, as close to the wreckage of the Blue Lion and her Paladin and begins tearing across the pebbled beach. 

     “Lance? Lance! Come on, talk to me.” 

     He manages to crawl into the shambled cockpit, to the image of a crumpled Lance, slouched in his chair. The red is everywhere, no longer the vibrant blue of the lively paladin. 

     “Lance?

                                          —————————-

      Silence.

      It fills his place. It acts like a driving force between the team.

      Pidge hasn’t left the lab since the send off. Hunk hasn’t left the kitchen. Shiro and Keith take turns in the training room and sulking in obscure parts of the castle. Coran has taken to cleaning or repairing any part of the castle that might need it. Allura stays mostly in her room, seldom coming to the comand deck to make sure everything is okay. But it’s not.

                                          —————————–

    Keith is the first to go anywhere near Lance’s room. This is mostly due to the fact that his room is down the hall and he needed to change his shirt(per Coran’s order). He almost walks right by, but stops. It’s still for a moment. Just Keith, as still as a statue in front of the door as the air flows around him. Then, he turns and goes in. It’s painful to see everything the same as it was before the mission. Clothes on the floor. Pictures all over the wall are intermingled with drawings of places they’ve been, people they’ve met, and drawings of the team. Beauty products lay on the desk. On Lance’s bed is his jacket with his phone and earbuds on top.

     Keith sits and put the buds in his ears, pressing play.

     All I want is nothing more      To hear you knocking at my door      'Cause if I could see your face once more      I could die as a happy man I’m sure

     When you said your last goodbye      I died a little bit inside      I lay in tears in bed all night      Alone without you by my side

     But If you loved me      Why did you leave me

     Take my body      Take my body      All I want is      All I need is      To find somebody      I’ll find somebody Ooh oh      Ooh oh      Ooh oh      Ooh oh’ Cause you brought out the best of me      A part of me I’d never seen      You took my soul wiped it clean      Our love was made for movie screens

     But If you loved me      Why did you leave me      Take my body      Take my body      All I want is      All I need is      To find somebody      I’ll find somebody