Altean Lance/Voltron

A different AU or something

Hey guys so I'm still working on the other stuff but this one I kind of want to do. So here it is. No POV. First one's pretty short the second one probably is going to be too but second one's gonna be angsty.  PS. Klance and stuff idk. Not really

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When Keith had found that weird space wolf, he hadn't really given it a name. But later as the years had passed on their travel to the weird portal(idk what it's called too lazy to look it up too), Keith had given it a name. He had chosen the name Neel. He chose that name because it means sky blue color, bluish image. 

Neel reminded Keith of Lance. Neel was blue all over, and was very playful. At least when he was a pup. Now, that he is older, he is a lot more mature, but still is playful. Keith missed the team. He missed Lance. A lot. After those couple of years, Keith had finally made it back to the team. He, his mother, Neel, and the new altean all warned the other's about Lotor. Lance had questioned him at first, but he had pushed him away. As he had pushed past him though, he had seen the sadness in the other boy's eyes.  He felt guilty.

After everyone thing had calmed down and everyone was on the planet hanging out, Keith walked over to where Lance sat, alone. 

"Hey," Keith said, sitting down. Lance only looked up, then returned his gaze to the ground.

"Are you alright? I mean you took a pretty big blow back there..." Keith tries, but gets no response from Lance. 

Keith sighs, and leans back on his arms. He looks at Lance longingly, before gently resting his hand on Lance's arm. The other boy flinches, but quickly relaxes once he realized it was Keith. 

"Lance...I'm here y'know. You can talk to me whenever you want to." Keith says, before pulling him close into a hug. Keith runs his hand through Lance's soft, curly locks. Lance wraps his arms tightly around Keith, burying his head into the other's shoulder. 

"I'm here."

--------------------(PS these stories have nothing to do with each other)---------------------(From a writing prompt credit to owner) POV: Lance

"Shh, it's alright," the villain said. 

"You're doing beautifully and I'm so proud of you. But that's enough now. It was cruel of them to make you fight me - you could never have won. It's not your fault." He said with a purr, his long white hair pouring over his shoulders as his sickly purple face came closer to mine. His violet colored hand gripped my chin tightly as he inspected my face. He gently kissed my blood stained cheek, making me shudder. Most of my bones were broken by now, as I was laying on the frigid floor. In one hand, was a sword, laced with my blood. The other, gripping my chin tightly. 

"You poor, poor baby. Those pesky paladins sent you on a suicide mission didn't they? And you thought you were strong enough! Hah! You are too weak my little little paladin."  He kissed my bloodied forehead, as he slid his sword painfully into my stomach. I let out a scream, but he kissed my head once more.

"Shh, it's alright," he murmured, as my head started to spin, and the whole world turned darkness. 

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