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Lance felt it the moment most of the ribs on his right side were broken. The Galra he had just shot had fallen on top of him, and the Galra was massive.

The pain hit almost immediately, allowing him very little time to use his adrenaline to shove the body off of him. The pain could very well be compared to having a knife shoved into his side. He screamed as he moved the body, the motion aggravating his broken ribs, but he had to. Otherwise the heavy corpse would suffocate him.

The wounded Paladin tried to get up, get away from the chaos, but the pain was overwhelming. He could only let out a whimper and lay on his back. He tried calling for help, but he couldn’t catch his breath enough to speak. Instead he sent out a distress signal from his gauntlet, and prayed someone would notice and come get him.

[theavionicsoldier]

(Closed Rp)

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It has been a few days since Avion and Kristine have come back from their vacation and things seem to have gone back to their normal pacing. The Keyblade wielder is currently making lunch for himself, but stops midway and calls out to his neko girlfriend. “Hey Kristine, would you like anything to eat? I’m in the kitchen right now if you want anything.”

[red-and-black-paladin]

“Just tell me that your feelings towards me were genuine.”

“What do you mean.. were.. they are.. they were always genuine.. and.. still is now..” Shakes his head. “I never stopped loving you.. I still care about you but this was something I had to do.. I’m.. so sorry.” 

[lanceamormcclain]

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“Nice to meet you. Strawberry Shortcake and a Chai Latte.” Aiko said to Glen with a smile. Aiko looks back at Lance. She tilts her head and study him before choosing her words carefully. “You’ve been through something. Something tough. Your family worries about you.” She said. “Yet, I don’t understand why do you frown? Is it something else?”

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Glen leaves them,while lance clear his throat.”lets say i was gone at 17 and never came back home at 23...they thought i was dead.”lance take a big breath out of his lungs.”after that i wasn't the same.”

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Alternate beginnings

Lance was just starting to become accustomed to being blind following a tragic accident on the last planet Voltron liberated. An alien senator was dead and Lance was robbed of his sight following a Druid attack to the face. His pupils were now blown wide, unresponsive to light, and a scar resembling Shiro’s rested just under his now-useless eyes.

That was two months ago. Today they had received a report that a Galra prison ship was nearby, and they sought to tear it down and free whatever prisoners were there. What they did not expect was to find a neko on board. It was clear that damage had been done to her, if the blind eye, scars, prosthetic hand, and inability to speak were anything to go by. And the only person who seemed to be able to get remotely near her was Shiro. Shiro recognized her from when he was held prisoner by the Galra, and was glad that she was now free. His only regret that he didn’t get her out before the Druids got a hold of her.

“Her name is Kristine. We were prisoners together for a while.” He gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder. “We have to give her space for now, unless you want to be shredded.”

Lance narrowed his eyes, tilting his head side to side. So far, he hadn’t heard this Kristine utter a single word. He could hear her tail swishing back and forth over the floor, but that was it.

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Lance gave a sigh as a giggly Nadia draped another string of tinsel around his shoulders. He had about ten of them at this point while he was stringing the lights around the tree. Hunk was on the other side, helping thread the lights around.

Noticing some movement just past his shoulder, Lance looked over and spotted Kristine. She looked thoroughly puzzled by what was going on, and it clicked in his brain that she may have no idea what this was about.

“This is a Christmas tree. It’s an Earth tradition for some humans. Not all of us celebrate it, but the ones that do always put up a tree in December.” He explained as he took the string from Hunk again. “We decorate them with lights, tinsel, and ornaments.”

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Be warned. There is some strong language in this prompt.

"Who would want to adopt a low life and disgraceful piece of shit?"

Those were the words that left the mouth of the queen of Neks. And those were the words that made Lance McClain’s temper boil right over. His mother began shouting in rapid fire Spanish. Insults were flung, and it all turned into a shouting match. It was short lived, however, when Lance gave a very loud and high pitched whistle. That effectively hushed the crowds, as well as his mother and the team. NOW he was seeing red, and he’d had enough. Customs be damned.

He marched straight up to the snobby queen, and watched with sadistic glee as the color drained from her wretched face.

“ME, you royal sack of crusty SHIT!” He bellowed in her face. “IF ANYONE HERE IS DISGRACEFUL, IT’S YOU! HOW DARE YOU SIT THERE ON YOUR THRONE, AND SAY THOSE AWFUL THINGS ABOUT YOUR OWN KIND?! No, I take that back. You’re not a Neko. Hell, you aren’t even a queen. You. Are. A. FUCKING BITCH WHO IS A DISGRACE TO THE CROWN ON YOUR HEAD!” He whipped around to face the shocked crowd. “IS THIS YOUR QUEEN? IS THIS YOUR LEADER? I DON’T KNOW ABOUT THE REST OF YOU, BUT I’D BE PRETTY DAMNED ASHAMED IF SHE WAS MY QUEEN!”

The queen sputtered, face turning red with anger. “How dare you speak to royalty like that?! You have no right--”

The slap echoed through the entire palace, eliciting a gasp from everyone within earshot and range of sight. Lance’s hand stung from the blow he struck, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was that the queen was silenced.

“I have EVERY right.” Jabbing a hand towards Kristine, he added, “SHE has every right. You don’t even give a shit about her, so why are you so bent on keeping those papers from her? Huh? I know why.”

The queen only looked on, cheek stinging and bruising from Lance’s slap.

“It’s because you are cruel. You are manipulative. You are CORRUPT. You are an ungrateful SLUT who thinks she’s above everyone else. Well guess what? Not anymore.” Lance growled, eyes narrowing into icy slits. “Now, I’m going to ask you one last time, before I let Red and Blue have their way with you. Give. Us. The. Papers. NOW!”

Whatever fight there may have been left was sucked right out of the queen. She ordered for the papers to be brought to the team, all the while she fumed silently. But she was also fearful. She knew that her reign had just come to an end.

Allura stepped forward then, and stared the queen down. “As of this day, you are no longer queen. You are unfit to rule as judged by your actions today, and you are to be exiled from Neks as soon as we receive the papers and have them signed. And you WILL sign them, yes?”

There was no more argument from the queen, and once all the papers were signed, Linda McClain approached her new daughter. She grasped her hands in her own, and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Kristine McClain, you are my daughter now. I know that I can never replace your real mother, but it’s okay to let new people in to care for you.” She said to her, eyes glistening with tears of joy. She’d speak with her son later, when he didn’t have steam pouring out of his ears. His angry outburst was way out of the norm, and it needed to be addressed. But that was another can of worms to open at a later time. For now, it was time to bring the new addition to the McClain clan home.

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Kristine forgot one minor detail that she didn’t tell anyone else and that only Shiro knew of. Kristine giggled and gave Keith a soft kiss on his cheek. “Yeah, Shiro is platonic babe but Keith is my actual babe.” Kristine said.

Lance inhaled his saliva in shock, coughing as he choked on it. 

“WHAT? Hold on...you’re dating Keith?” That was the last person he thought would be going out with her. It just didn’t seem possible, but clearly he was mistaken.