Here You Are ( altean lance-klance )

Chapter 6

Lance's stomach lurched when he felt Lotor place his steel grip on his arm. He was always revolted at the mere thought of touching him, and now, Lotor had latched onto him.

But in the end, Lance couldn't help but let the joy overcome him. They'd come for him, his sister had come for him. There was fear in his wretched captors eyes. Lance wasn't going to have to do it alone, he was going home.

As Voltron crashed onto the throne room floor, Zarkon looking irritated. Allura and her team did seem to enjoy a dramatic entrance.

Keith was relieved that Lance didn't appear injured, although entangled in the arms of a monster, at least not from the mile of distance between them, he seemed fine.

The team clearly thought the same, although Keith was incredibly antsy to indulge in Lance's playful remarks, and watch him flash flirtatious grins, he knew full well it wasn't about him right now, or how much he'd grown attached to Lance. They had a mission, and they all intended to complete it.

Lance's eyes had glossed over, he could feel his arm numbing from all the pressure Lotor was applying, but he couldn't care even if he wanted too. Lance could hear his own heartbeat as it thumped rapidly through his arm, vibrating and ricocheting off his bones, yet, his eyes were still firmly fixated on the giant robot, might and tall, ready to protect him.

Lotor's gripped started to tighten, and the bruises continued to form and swell, and still Lance's glass eyes never once darted away from his saving grace.

It was overwhelming, his stomach was doing back flips, and the happiness waa incredibly difficult to contain.

Lance's tears spilled over, he was important to four practical strangers. Strangers that were risking their lives,  attacking the enemy's headquarters just for him. He meant something to them.

Allura was rejoicing, the lions had split into a frenzy, each one dealing damage to the waves of soldiers that came to defend their emperor until they stopped coming.

Lotor never once moved from his spot, intrigue and anger plastered on his face as he continued to grip the prince's probably bruised arm.

He could only imagine the marks he was leaving on Lance, for Lotor was aware this was probably the last time he'd ever get to hold the frail boy.

Lotor's father had fled long ago, it wasn't the Emperor's problem, he'd determined it was his dissapointment of a son's issue, and he'd deal with the consequences later.

"Lotor, I would advise you unhand my little brother." Allura stated as she approached the two.

Having been too consumed by his thoughts, Lotor didn't even realize Allura had even landed.

'Damn' He internally scolded himself, letting go of Lance's arm. Almost instantly, Lance collapsed.

The world was faded around the edges. His arm was pulsating, black and blue. Lance could feel himself sinking further and further.

He could hear Allura calling out to him, hissing at Lotor as he tried to touch Lance, pushing him aside, and the world faded to black.

A/N: I DID IT, I UPDATED. SORRY IT SUCKS, I ACTUALLY HAVE A PLAN AGAIN AND THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LONG AGAIN. THANK THANK I LOVE YOU ALL💖💞💕