⛔️!!!Season 6 spoilers warnings!!!⛔️
Warnings: spoilers, Allurance (well…), Lotura, blood mentions, character death, grammar mistakes.
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Lance never planned this to happen. It was the last thing he needed right now.
He knew he played a very dangerous game, he knew he walked on a very thin line, but his stupid heart, his feelings, had some… different wants than him. Lance never planned to like Allura, he never planned to actually fell in love with her.
He never planned to cough out pink petals.
Allura never showed any interest in Lance’s flirtings. Actually, she never showed any interest in him at all. Lance knew he didn’t have a chance, but he thought it won’t hurt to try, right?
Yes, it did hurt, it made him fall in love with a space magical princess that all her life was a big battlefield. What the hell did he thought to himself?
At first it was fine, to joke around and flirt for fun. He knew Allura didn’t take that seriously, and he thought he wouldn’t take this seriously. But as Lotor came around all his feelings raised up from nowhere and hit him like a punch to the chest. A punch to the heart.
He saw their chemistry, the way they smiled at each other, their eyes when they locked together. The love float around the two like butterflies and everything seemed to be going well for them.
That day, when Allura wrapped her arm around Lotor’s, Lance knew he failed. He knew his chance was completely gone by now and his heart couldn’t take it anymore. When he was back in his room that night he felt sick. He lay on his back on his bed and looked up to the metal ceiling. The heavy feeling on his chest made him feel like he is sinking into the ground and being swallowed by a black hole that pulling him any new day closer to death.
He couldn’t sleep that night.
Then the next day, when the team finally woke up from their goodnight sleep, which Lance didn’t have, he sat up on his bed and felt all the sickness coming out from his stomach up to his lungs. Suddenly, he couldn’t breath. He coughed and coughed, hoping for that thing chocking him to get out, gasping between coughs for air that barely came in.
He put his hand up to his mouth and coughed louder, feeling like he can faint in any second if he’ll keep it that way. He took his hand down and looked at it.
While keeping on coughing, he shot himself up from the bed and ran to the bathroom. Placing his head above the sink and holding himself up by his hands on the side of it. After a few minutes of fighting for his life and trying to breath again like a normal person, he let his back fall backwards to lean against the wall. He looked into the bloody sink.
Beautiful pink petals with a shade of white at the end of each one and the red color of blood mixed with them filled the sink together as the drops of blood for themself added more color to the white not anymore empty sink.
He knew he had to do something, and fast.
Flirting, complimenting, comforting, nothing worked anymore. Lance did try to do everything to just get Allura’s attention.
Not Allura and Lance, no.
When Romella told the team about what Lotor had been doing for the Alteans, Lance snapped. He run out of the room, ignoring his friends as they shout his name and he went straight to the hangars.
Lance was about to run inside, but as he took a turn to the corner leading to the entrance of the big room, he froze in place.
He never expected Lotor and Allura to get that close. Stupid, he should of have known. It’s his own fault, he could’ve stopped it!
No, it is selfish for him to do that. Allura was happy, and now that she is about to find out the truth about Lotor… He won’t make it harder for her.
He turned back and walked away from the scene he just saw, the sickness in his chest raising up slowly again and filling his lungs. But he didn’t care. Not anymore.
He returned back to the bridge to the others and joined them for the plan they had from the beginning. When Hunk asked him if he told her about Lotor, Lance said that no, he didn’t because this isn’t his job to do that. But oh, how much he wanted to.
And then Allura and Lotor came and Allura has been told about the truth. Of course Lotor tried to convince her that this is for the best, but she didn’t listen, and the fight began.
They fought the generals, the witch took fully control on Shiro and kidnapped Lotor, Keith came back to flying the black lion and Lotor showed what his ship was really meant for, the evil Voltron. They fought Lotor and won, the castle has been destroyed, and Shiro’s spirit was put back to his body. Everything turned out well at the end for them.
All this time they fought he was barely able to speak without the feeling of the petals growing inside of him and choking him slowly. It was hard to fight, hard to breath, hard to cry or scream for help. He felt it coming.
He knew he was going to die.
But he can’t force Allura to love him, He can’t tell her right now after all the pain and the lies she went through, he can’t do this for her.
As he sat back in his lion and took down his blue armor for the night, he knew this time he would not wake up. He sobbed and gasped for air, coughed and prayed to have more time. it was all his fault, all his stupid fault.
His head fell down to look at his hands. He could already see the flowers growing out of his fingers. He cannot have more time than that. He messed up. Big time.
He took the deepest breath he was able to take and pulled his head up again, staring out of red. The lions sat in a circle and a small campfire lit up at the middle of it. Boxes stood besides each lion and Kaltenecker was tied outside to Red’s leg as she slept in peace. The stars shined up in the black sky and the big white moon near the asteroid they parked on dazzled every living creature that tried to look at it.
Again. Those beautiful pink petals with a shade of white at the and of each one grew out from the brown vines with light green leaves that wrapped his arm up to his fingers.
He let his head fall back to the chair and took a shaky breath. This time, he was able to get some sleep.
