#lance oneshot

[jadegenevieve]

Enough - Voltron Oneshot

I had finally had enough. 

Voltron had just gotten back from an infiltration mission into one of the Galran Empire’s ships to gain information. Allura, Hunk and Keith were to distract the Galra in their lions while Lance and Pidge snuck in to get the information. Shiro, Coran and I were to stay back in the Castle in case they needed backup. Everything was working out until Lance was careless and accidentally triggered his gun and gained the attention of the sentries inside the ship. They barely made it out as they were alone inside, but they made it to their lions and, being Altean, I was able to create a wormhole so that we could escape before the Galra called in for backup.

I was just glad that everyone was safe. Yes, Lance was being reckless, but I was just relieved no one was hurt or killed.

It seemed no one else felt the same way. As soon as the lions docked in their hangars, everyone was yelling at Lance, blaming him for the failed mission.

“Fucking hell, Lance!” yelled Keith. He was up in Lance’s face and it seemed like Lance was holding back his tears. “Can’t you do anything right?”

Pidge and Hunk were off to the side with their arms crossed and angry faces.

“Yeah, Lance,” continued Shiro. “If you can’t get it together, we’ll find someone else who will.”

Lance’s face was just heartbreaking. I knew he was breaking inside. He just wants to do well and protect his team. I felt so bad for him but also was furious at the way the team was treating him. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time this happened. Whenever Lance made some sort of mistake, or sometimes even when he did nothing wrong, but the mission failed, the team would blame him.

I was in the pods with Allura and Coran 10,000 years ago as I was Alfor’s niece and I had grown close with each of the paladins since waking up. But Lance, he reminded me of my brother so much that I couldn’t help but be protective over him sometimes. So, when the team would be angry at Lance, I would try to stand up to them for Lance so that he wouldn’t feel alone. I had even tried talking to Shiro about the way they treated Lance, but he would just brush it off, claiming that Lance needed the discipline.

“He’s so worthless,” muttered Allura under her breath.

That’s it.

“Hey!” I screamed at the paladins. They whipped around to face me, surprised. I was the type of person to hardly raise my voice, so it caught the paladins off-guard when I did. “Fucking lay off him! I am sick of the way you guys treat Lance sometimes. So, he made a mistake? We all make mistakes sometimes, even in war. You guys are teenagers. It wasn’t that long ago you were all living your lives free from war. You can’t expect Lance to be an expert soldier in just a short period of time. Putting him down for one thing he did wrong and not raising him up when he does a hundred things right is wrong. It is not right that you put him down for one wrong thing but never mention it when you do something wrong. Need I remind you, Keith, that you almost pulled the team apart and put their lives at risk when you became the leader of Voltron. You threw them into battle, unprepared, against an unknown enemy when most of the team were in new lions. You almost destroyed the team and yet was anyone yelling at you afterwards about how stupid you were or how you’re worthless? No! This is meant to be a team. A family. And if you can’t treat each other with just a little bit of respect, then you can’t call yourselves heroes. It is time you respect Lance and treat him as a member of team Voltron. I have stood aside listening to you blame Lance for a long time and it is enough. You need to apologise to Lance and adjust your attitudes. If you don’t, then we are leaving. You need us more than you think. And we need people who will be respectful and actually act like a real fucking family.”

Everyone was silent, staring at me in shock.

Then Lance launched himself at me, wrapping me in his arms. I felt my shoulder dampen as he whispered into my ear.

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

This seemed to knock the paladins back to reality as Hunk and Coran walked over.

“(Y/N)’s right,” said Hunk, who had a few tears in his eyes, as he put his hand on Lance’s shoulder.

Fuck yeah, I am.

“We haven’t appreciated you enough, buddy.”

Lance turned to Hunk and hugged him. His heart is so good that he could never hold a grudge against them.

“I’m sorry too, my boy,” apologised Coran, who joined in on the hug.

Pidge was blubbering. She can get annoyed by Lance sometimes, but I know that she sees him like a brother. She rushed over to the group hug.

“You’re not worthless, Lance,” said Allura. “I was just angry, but you’re a valuable part of Voltron.”

“And you could never be replaced,” Shiro rightly claimed. “We’re sorry, too.”

Both Allura and Shiro joined in on the team hug.

I looked over to Keith, who was looking down. I caught his red-rimmed eyes, as he quickly wiped his tears away. He walked over and wrapped his arms around his family.

“We need our sharpshooter,” Keith announced.

A tear escaped my eye as I watched the team, who was now finally a family. Lance looked at me from the middle of the group of people with love. I gave him a smile back as I walked over to join my family.

[wolf-in-a-suit]

New Year's Stalker

This is my gift for @zhadyra as part of the @pidgeholidayexchange2018. I hope you like it. :)

Summary: Pidge Gunderson​ doesn’t have time for celebrating the approaching New Year. He is far more Content with analyzing data. Alone! - thank you very much. This plan however was not approved by the force of nature known as Lance - ruling sovereign over his Team.

Show: Voltron

In the world of physics there was a slight existing probability, however unlikely, that a certain event could occur. "Come on Pidge, the party is going to be fun! You have to go!"

There was a probability to guess an unknown password right on the first try, to have a person with almost the same gene combination as yourself. A very low possibility, but existing nonetheless:

Getting Pidge Gunderson to a party- not so much.

"Back off Lance!" With a shove that any other sane person would have taken for an act of hostility -not the optimistic Cuban boy of course- the smaller cadet broke away from the pilots grasp.

"Come on Pidge, it's the New Year." All the pilot's emphasis was cast on 'New Year' as if the celebration of a new digit was the requirement for the continued survival of mankind. 

"For once you can't tinker away on your computer. You'll have to get out!" Lance leaned in haughtily. "Get to know some Ladies!"

"Lance..." Hunk's voice held a warning edge. After a year of their bickering the engineer was well-adjusted to the explosive dynamic of his two comrades by now. However, it was too late: 

Like so many times before Lance was the lit match falling on dynamite- a rather short piece of explosive, but not less ferocious in its destruction- mind you.

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR STUPID PARTIES! I have far more important stuff to worry about!"

Some clattering and two yelps later the door to Pidge's room clacked shut with finality.

Her eyes drifted to the mirror on the wall taking in her small frame, further dwarfed by the size of Katie's - no Pidge Gunderson's, dark cluttered room.

A new year. 

Back home Matt and her had always made it a point to out build one another with self-made fireworks - often enough Sam Holt had been the unwilling judge of their contest. Nobly sacrificing one of his clothing items for their experiment.

Officially, as far as their parents were concerned, the day ended with a stern scolding and the two siblings send to their Rooms.

Matt however had never been deterred in the slightest by any form of punishment - a trait which was either genetically or through sheer proximity passed down to Katie - much to their parents unending joy. 

About two hours into their imprisonment, at exactly 23 o'clock, he 'climbed'- better yet fell -through her window.

Each year they ended up on the roof, shoulder to shoulder, peering into the stars which, back then, held wonder and excitement: A certain promise of adventure and knowledge.

With a deep sigh Katie turned and peered through her ‘new’ window into the evening. Most of the cadets defied the cold winds at small bonfires, illuminating the dark like small stars the vast emptiness of space. They drank and laughed, eagerly awaiting the coming change of date.

The girl's tired eyes once more focused on the Data at hand, their dark circles contrasted by the too bright light of her display.

"Lance why don't you just give it a rest." Hunk didn't like where this was going at all. "Pidge was pretty clear in wanting to work, not hitting the Party. Listen!: This is not going to end well!"

The engineer almost ran over his friend who, at once, became rooted to the floor.

Lance turned around blue eyes blazing at Hunk in an untypical serious expression. "Oh, Pidge's going to party today buddy and so are you!"

"But Lance-" Hunk's pleading voice was met by deaf ears and a retreating backside.

This wasn't possible! There simply had to be a method to this chaotic frequencies. They couldn't be random! What was she overlooking? Come on Gunderson! 

"Hard nut to crack Katie?" Pidge could almost see her brother's face grinning at her determined stare. He'd say: "There is no problem as tough as this-" flicking her forehead "-come on take a break. Afterwards you'll get it. I promise."

Small droplets of salt water threatened the cluttered hardware around her table. He wasn't here! And she didn't get it! Was she grabbing for straws?

A hard pounding on the door brought her sniffing to an instant halt. With a swift swish of her uniform's sleeve all traces of water were erased from her face, leaving only a simply tired cadet Gunderson. A deep breath and protesting screeching of the mishandled door later she stood face to face with Lance once more.

Pidge inhaled- to scream at her teammates no doubt- but was astonished when her murderous expression was ignored and Lance shoved undeterred into her room.

"So you want salsa dip with the Tortillas, or what?"

"LANCE I DON'T-"

Beep, beep.

The radio clock flashed the numbers 2-3-0-0 in green letters. A stark contrast battling with the creeping shadows cast by her display.

Encouraged by her sudden silence Hunk now followed into the lion's den carrying a wide assortment of snacks. 

"Look Pidge you're in my squad now which means-" Lance stood before them with the posture of a general holding a speech in front of his victorious troops "- we take on this new year together." He crushed Pidge to his side pointing to the window. "Which means we celebrate out there, or in here: I don't care, but we'll do it together!"

Two figures stood shoulder to shoulder in the dim light and for the first time since entering the Garrison Katie Holt smiled.

"You'd better brought cheese dip. Idiot."

[lady-of-nightfall]

“From The Oceans To Space”  (Lance Mcclain x Reader)

Author's Note: I made the reader gender neutral so that everyone can enjoy it! Excuse me for any possible grammar mistakes and so on. Let me know what you think.

He became a sea of worry, unfortunately trapped inside of a raindrop when he saw you injured in the first place. 

It's not a rule for every mission to end well and without someone that's injured, right? That was everything you had in mind after this finished mission. 

You were harmed, not too much but still more than you were used to and that never sounded alright for Lance, no matter how serious the injury was or not. 

Everyone was worried about you, all the paladins were feeling uneasiness creeping as they looked at you once you all met at the castle at the end of the mission. You were a mess. They all wanted to help, but they had no idea how. Usually, you are the one to take care of their injuries as their medical help, but they never thought about what they could do if you were the one who was requiring medical attention. 

 All that you wanted was to rest and get it over with fast. 

Lance on the other hand, was more and more distressed. 

 When the night arrived, Lance had lost the count of times he checked the watch from his nightstand, not understanding how the others could even sleep after what happened to you. After assuring everyone that you could handle the injury yourself, there was no other sign from you. At least there was no sign for Lance especially. 

He wanted to go to your room and help you in some way even if Lance respected your privacy as well. This time it was all so much harder, not being able to stop his anxiousness alone like he usually did. 

He was ready to just jump out of his bed in a mere second just to get to you and do his best to help. 

 After some time, as if the pressure was not enough, an odd sound of something being thrown against the wall startled Lance suddenly. The sound came from the room that was next to his, your room. He swallowed hard and got up from his bed in an instant. No, he was not going to let your stubbornness get him and keep him away. 

Arriving in front of the door of your bedroom, he took a deep breath in. He was not going to waste time. 

“Hey, you awake?” He asked in a whispered tone after knocking softly at your door. “It's your daily dose of razzle dazzle!” He continued with a joke he knew that never failed to make you laugh. 

What was not known by you or anyone was that even if his voice sounded as cheerful as always, on the boy's face there was no smile to be found. There was only a troubled expression. 

Your response to his call was weak but heard by Lance who continued to make sure that it is OK for him to enter your room, not wanting to disturb anything that you were doing. 

 “Can I come in?” He asked looking around him nervously and waiting for your approval. 

 There was a longer pause before your answer, thing that made Lance find even more questions in his mind. Happily, your response was positive after the wait, so he could continue his plan to be close to you in those complicated moments. 

 “Sorry for coming here at this hour I just wanted to check if you are...” His words stopped at the sight he was greeted by, his word being crashed. “Dios mío...” Lance whispered, shocked as every muscle from his body contracted. 

 You were sitting on the floor, surrounded by new and some used, dampened bandages around you. The medical kit being next to the wall, hint that it was the object that was thrown earlier creating a heavy sound. The injury from your back did not look that well. Sure, the cut was not that deep but it surely was not clean, traveling over your back almost diagonally. 

 “Hi, babe.” You briefly greeted him with a weak smile that faded fast, looking over your shoulder at him, trying not to look like you were troubled. 

 “What happened?” He asked with shock and fear in his eyes that were moving frantically over your figure. 

 He could not even move one inch closer. There were times when Lance froze at the sight of your smile, your eyes, feeling butterflies in his stomach but this time was something else. 

 “I thought that I could do this alone...” You explained mumbling and looking down at the bandages and the tools you tried to use in order to clean the cut. “Seems that I'm not as skilled as I thought I am.” You continued while feeling how confidence was leaving you. 

 Without saying a word, Lance looked around once again and tried to take in everything he was seeing. The bright expression he usually has on his face was nowhere to be found now as his sky-blue eyes were darkened by concern for you. The idea of him allowing this to happen, for you to bear this alone was slowly building up an inexplicable guilt in his heart. 

 “Just stay there and wait.” It was all he could tell you as he finally made a move after taking a deep breath and get over the shock with amazingly fast strength and will. 

 Lance walked towards the medical kit from the floor, lifting it. On his way to you, he picked up some clean bandages from around you as well. Finally, getting closer to your exposed back, his eyes caught yours as you turned your head to him and were taken aback by the look on his face. From a shocked expression, Lance went to looking and being motivated and just ready for anything. 

Nevertheless, the situation or what he's feelings were, Lance was always the one to put that aside for what really mattered in his eyes. All of those feelings he would invest in one matter were passionate and always benevolent. 

 “Lance what is on your mind?” You asked frowning in confusion at the look from the eyes you loved to stare at. 

 He wondered for a second if you doubted him. Even so, this concept alone was not enough to stop him from wanting to give you the best he had. 

Lance placed his forehead against the back of your neck. 

“Just guide me, tell me what to do.” He said it all in one simple phrase in one of his most collected tone, the one that always worried you the most. 

You were speechless but not surprised by his motivation. As the medical help of Voltron, you always helped them without ever thinking about what can happen if you were the one to get harmed. The answer was now coming out as you were injured, Lance was ready to take care of any of your possible problems. Of course, you both knew that he did not have the knowledge of some certain medical procedures, but he wanted to help you in any way, and any of his ways worked for you. 

“Are you sure, Lance? It's not necessary... I can just get in a healing pod and that's it.” You asked in a soft voice, swallowing hard and wishing not to get him into something as unpleasant as cleaning your wound. 

You did not want to put him through such a disturbing situation, true, but Lance on the other hand, did not hesitate one second. He was indeed terrified at the thought of making even a minor mistake in the process. 

If you needed help from someone, his heart would fill up with warmth if he could be the one to take care of your necessities, forgetting his own in seconds. 

 “I will not leave you like this.” He explained briefly, letting out the only reason that was pushing him to making it. “You have seen me in worse conditions and helped me get over them. Let me have this, let me be grateful for each time you healed me.” Lance continued with motivation and stubbornness, both coming from his heart. 

 Saving you. That might sound exaggerated but that is indeed what he wanted to do all day long. Saving you as in keeping you away from any type of harm and any type of danger. 

 “I will try my best.” He told you even if that was what he was doing all the time for the ones he cares about. 

 His hands were careful with each move as if you were a petal that could bend under his touch. Lance took care of every inch of your injury, cleaning it carefully, applying the bandages with great interest for painful details that needed healing. There were moments when all that concentration made the paladin hold his breath unconsciously. His fingers were meticulously running over your damaged skin as he continued his job, making you finally get away from the pain

Lance was quieter than usual but that was what happened exactly when he had to concentrate. His eyes were fixated on your skin being as focused as when he is the precious sharpshooter of the team. After making sure that the cut was cleaned and covered, he took off his jacket and placed it on your back and shoulders, lovingly, his hands stopping on your arms which he grabbed tightly. He could feel shivers run down his spine every time he saw you wearing his jacket. 

Later, you stayed next to Lance in silence with your head on his shoulder. The pain from your back was getting weaker because of the help Lance gave you and surely because of his presence. As relaxing it was to feel his fingers caress your cheek, something was still bothering you. 

 “I can't believe how useless I was in this situation.” You confessed while looking down at your feet, being disappointed. 

 With that one phrase, Lance knew that he has not finished his job yet. He had to take care of anything that was still hurting, more than having to, he wanted to. 

 “Nope. I don't want to hear that.” Lance told you being revolted by your words as he practically adored you on all levels. He grabbed the sides of your face and looked deep into your eyes as a sign that he was about to say next was important. “The biggest part of an ocean is always undiscovered, you can't tell me that you have no skill when it comes to what you do for all of us. You only appreciate a tiny bit of that ocean of aptitude that is in you and needs to be appreciated.” He said without stopping for air, letting it all out. 

 Lance was looking at you as you looked down and grabbed his wrists while the palms of his hands were still on the sides of your face. There was no smile on your lips and no sparkle in your eyes in which he loved to get lost in all the times you were looking at him. 

 “You are ambition in the most natural form, and I am always amazed by this. I need you to believe in yourself so that I can believe in myself too.” He explained as his lips twitched and formed a candid and warm smile. 

 Now, you were physically fixed, but on the emotional level the damage was still there and Lance had to change that. 

He would like to look at the stars with you even if he got bored with that scenery long time ago since he is in space. He missed heavy rains, lightning, soft peachy colored clouds on a blue sky close to evening, not stars that are seen all the time now around him. The only two reasons he would go stargazing with you were simple. One was because you just made things better. Even looking at the stars he got sick of, Lance could feel his homesickness numbing. The other reason was that he could take it as an opportunity to wish upon a star for you to be next to him until and after he came back home. 

If not stargazing, Lance learned way too many things you enjoyed, more than you would expect him to know. 

 “Let's dance. I know how much you like it.” He said, suddenly getting up and extending his arm towards you in a specific and amusing invitation. 

 “There's no music.” You rejected his invitation even if you were automatically disappointed with yourself for that answer. 

 “Come on, we are such great dancers that we don't need music.” Lance cheered while helping you to get up. 

 His eyes glowed with gratitude and excitement when he watched you getting up, holding his hand tightly. Lance became the prisoner of that magical moment, freezing just because of the way his hand was being held tightly by yours with such devotion. 

 “Just follow my lead, we'll take this slow.” He said putting one hand between your shoulder blades and gently pushing you towards and against his chest. 

 As you moved slowly with him, Lance was humming a song you both liked, you started to feel exactly what he was doing to you and that was giving you the healing you needed. 

  “Just like that, you got it!” He encouraged you while smiling proudly. “Hope that you are ready to get into a dancing contest when we get back on Earth.” Lance joked, finally getting back to his usual behavior you loved. 

 You laughed softly as you placed your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. Lance smiled at the feeling of having you in his arms and of course being able to take care of you. 

“Lance... Thank you for this, for all.” You said that in a soft voice, being certain of the plan of thanking him in each day, differently. 

Dancing with you more, Lance could feel how his heart was the only thing that was keeping the rhythm. His worry was gone but there still remained something that he could not leave unsaid. 

 “You don't have to face something like this alone anymore.” He whispered as his lips were gently touching your forehead. 

All you ever have to do is just let him be next to you as all he wanted was you to acknowledge that he will always fight for your well-being.

Lance was always bringing you waves of love and support in which you always found your way, but little did you know, for him you were the one to calm the wild ocean of his soul when there was a sorrowful storm.