42 with allurance for the prompt thing? im a huge sap :3
42) things you said when you asked me to marry you
“Marry me,” Lance says, brushing the hair back off Allura’s face with a careful hand. His voice is hushed, and the minute tremble makes Allura smile.
“You’re asking now?” Allura’s voice is strained. She huffs a brief laugh, cutting herself off with a groan.
“Can you think of a better time?” Lance retorts, smoothing his thumb along the ridge of her cheekbone.
“I could think of a couple of other times to do this,” Allura says. Lance’s mouth quirks up at the corners, a barely there smile. His eyes are like the sea before a storm, deep and blue. Allura wants to fall in, let herself be drowned by the rushing water, let it wash everything else off her, and be sealed in in the depth of Lance’s love for her, shining out of his face.
“I love you,” Lance says, shifting so he can reach for something out of Allura’s line of sight.
“Love you, too,” Allura responds, almost on autopilot. There’s a haziness in the edges of her vision and she blinks to try and dispel it. She coughs. The taste of bitter iron blooms on the back of her tongue. She grunts, trying to move. Lance shakes his head, once, tight.
“Easy,” Lance says, brows drawing together, before he smooths his expression and leans back over her again, pressing her right shoulder down. “I’ve got you, Allura,” he says, then he looks behind him, and nods.
Pain erupts along all of Allura’s nerves. Her vision whites out momentarily, and she fights the pressure of Lance’s hands on her shoulders, like a feral thing. The smell of cooking flesh invades her nostrils and Allura gags on her own scream. Somewhere out of sight, she can hear someone retching and her own stomach heaves. She swallows roughly.
“You’re okay,” Lance is saying, over and over, his face close to her ear, holding her down while she struggles against him. “It’s alright, we’re almost done. You’re doing so good, we’re gonna get you fixed right up, as soon as we can get back to the castle.”
Allura holds on to Lance’s voice in her ear like a lifeline, even though she can barely make it out over the scream that erupts out of her chest when the pain comes again. It burns, and the sizzle of cooking flesh almost drowns out the low pitch of Lance’s voice, his lips close to her ear. She can feel him trembling where he’s pressed against her.
Allura hears Shiro’s voice, soft and wrecked with something she can’t place but the black wells up beneath her and swallows her whole before she can respond.
The hiss of an unsealing cryopod is not something Allura will ever get over, and neither will she be able to get over the disorientation of waking up in one. Lance catches her when she falls out, pitching forward on unsteady legs. “I’ve got you, Princess,” he says, and Allura looks up at him.
“Yes,” she says, and Lance’s eyes widen comically before he smiles, slow and beautiful.
“You think this is the time?” He teases, but he’s helping her get her feet under her, and then letting her stand on her own, his hands wrapped carefully under her elbows to support her. Allura rocks up carefully onto her toes, lets Lance hold her steady and slants their mouths together. Lance’s hands slide from her elbows to her back, pulling her close as he kisses the breath out of her.
When they break apart, Allura is wobbly from more than just the stasis, and there’s a blush staining Lance’s cheeks.
