Voltron one-shots

Lance x Reader

This was just a quick wip that I pulled out of my mind at like 3 in the morning,, hope y'all don't mind!

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     Cold wind blew around a group of many people, drifting upwards and dancing through the leaves of an old oak tree. The sky was dim, clouds hung low as their depressed grey colour casted glooming shadows. The sun hiding behind each gloom as it hid from sight, hiding its happiness.
It was silent, no one said a word.
"Lance!?"
(S/T) closing over dull, teary (E/C) eye. With your eyes closed, everything that had happened flashed before you.
"Please.. oh god, Lance!"
Everything that you didn't want to see was there, right before you, forcing your to remember. Remember what you don't want to. In your mind you could hear the screams of others around you, but the sound of your beating heart drowned them out. Your hands gripping tightly on the rail as you ran with the group, looking down at what was once such a bright boy, was now pale and unconscious.
"You have to stay with us!"
The words of the doctors ran through your head.
"Doctor, we're loosing him!"
Those words made your heart twist in pain. You wanted to forget those words, but you just couldn't.
Your hands had slipped from the railings as the group that pushed Lance had disappeared into another room. You tried to follow, but was stopped by another nurse.
"Ma'ma, you're not allowed to enter there."
Her words her calm, but you fought against her. Screaming to get to him, thrashing around to get to him, doing anything your weak body couldn't muster to get to him. But you couldn't.
The hum of voice had brought you back to reality. Your dull eyes being seen to the world. You were expecting to see a bright blue sky in front of you, but there was only grey.
You looked around, not daring to look below. You noticed a few people had gone, and so did the priest. The only ones there where Lances family, and the paladins. They all had somber features, but you could tell each one of them wanted to scream and cry. But no one could make a sound.
You gripped your dress tightly, knuckles turning white as you bit your tongue.
"I'm sorry..."
You could hear the doctors voice. The dreadful words that came out of his mouth.
"He didn't make it."
You turned your head back, and finally looked down. There was a large hole in the ground, big enough to fit a coffin, and a coffin big enough to fit a human. That human being the man you loved. Lance McClain.
After the battle with Honerva and the paladins having to disarm the rays with the lions. Lance had gotten critically injured, causing sever head trauma, making him go to surgery. But, during surgery he had passed.
And now here you are, standing by his grave, watching as they filled it with dirt.
You fell to your knees, tears running down your face like an endless waterfall. You had broken the silence. A hoarse scream ripped past your lips as you sobbed, begging the gods to please bring him back, pleading that it should have been you that died, not him.
You hit the ground, over and over again, knuckles becoming bloody and covered with dirt.
"His funeral is today..."
"... I know..."
Why? Was the only thing you could sob at this point.
You felt a hand on your shoulder and someone kneel next to you. You hadn't looked to see who it was, but you allowed them to pull you into a hug. You sobbed into their chest, bunching their clothing into your fists.
"We gather here today to morn the loss of a friend..."
You wanted your memories to end. The events of then and today just kept replaying like a vinyl record that had never been turned off.
"Lance McClain."
The person who hugged you held you tight, you could feel them shake and cry quietly.
"Please bring him back..." You pleaded.
"I can't.. you have to accept this..." The person spoke, voice hoarse from crying.
You knew that lance was never coming back, but you couldn't accept it. Not now. You needed him, and he needed you. He promised that he would come back. But he didn't.