Voltron One Shots

Learning

Summary: Lance loses an eye in an accident and has to learn how to cope with it, with some help from his boyfriend, Hunk.

A/N: This is a fic for King_Of_Clubs__ ! <3<3 Heyyo it's been like 18 years since I've posted anything on here my b guys lmao. I've been busy/had bad mental health/was sick for a while/etc. Loads going on. Hopefully I'll be able to get back to writing regularly now though!!

P.s. Because I haven't written in forever I'm kinda rusty so I apologize :/

Trigger warnings: injury

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Lance held the gun firmly against his shoulder and steadied himself so he was in line with the target. He closed his right eye and huffed in irritation. He took a moment to clear his head and then steadied himself again, this time closing his left eye. Now, his hands and arms were shaking. He aimed at the target and--

He missed by several feet.

Several emotions welled up in Lance's chest, too strongly for Lance to fight them. He bit his tongue and threw his gun to the ground, letting out a few choice words.

He couldn't do this. No matter how hard he tried, he was never going to get it right. He would never be back to where he was before. Nothing was ever going to be the same.

Lance stared down at his bayard laying on the floor. He used to treasure it so, but now it was just a reminder of what he used to be. Lance balled up his fists and kicked the bayard in frustration, sending it flying. It hit the wall with a loud BANG, narrowly missing the doorway where Hunk had stepped through only moments before. He gazed at Lance in concern, having seen the whole thing.

"Lance" he said gently. Lance quickly turned his back and hunched his shoulders. He was clearly trying not to cry. Hunk's heart broke. He knew how much Lance was struggling. What he didn't understand was why he wouldn't let anyone help him. It killed Hunk to see Lance like this. "Lance... I--"

"Don't" Lance said in a broken voice. He waved his hand behind him, trying to get Hunk to leave. He wanted to suffer in peace. He couldn't let his boyfriend see him like this. Before he could say anything else, there was a hand on his back. Lance went completely still. He held his breath, hoping to stop the tears that were dripping down his nose.

"Why won't you let me see you?" Hunk asked quietly.

"I'm hideous" Lance muttered, his lips quivering as he held back a sob. Hunk's hand slid up to hold Lance's shoulder.

"Babe, you know that's not true. You've always been beautiful, inside and out. This doesn't change anything" Lance's heart skipped a beat at Hunk's words. This was one of the reasons that he didn't want to be around Hunk. He knew that he would cheer him up. All Lance wanted to do was suffer in silence. "Please, just turn around" Lance tried to resist Hunk's soothing voice. His calming touch. But, as he predicted, his resistance was futile.

"Okay..." he said shakily. He reached behind him for Hunk's hand. After their fingers were laced together Lance slowly turned around, revealing the face which he was now so ashamed of. Hunk gently touched Lance's chin and tilted it up so their eyes could connect. Hunk's gaze traveled over Lance's lips, to his crooked nose, and then to his beautiful eyelashes.

"Lance, open your eyes" he pleaded. Lance pinched his lips together thinly and slowly lifted his eyelids. Hunk stared down Lance. He took everything in. The scarred cheek, the bruised eye socket, the temporary glass eye that was in Lance's eye. It's milky whiteness was nothing compared to Lance's real eyes, but he was still dazzling. "Beautiful" Hunk breathed, cupping Lance's face with his free hand, wiping away his tears.