Klance Oneshots(HIATUS)

And I still want you pt 5

Hi uh sorry I haven't updated this series in like...6 months- school exists and my phones being shitty and every time I write a chapter it says "changes cant be made to this chapter" and its been pissing me off

also id like to remind you all that I love you all and I will try to update as much as I can and again

IM NOT FINISHING THIS BOOK UNTIL IVE FINISHED THE CHAPTER LIMIT

AND ILL MAKE A NEW ONE AND CONTINUE WRITING 

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Everything was so quiet. Quiet, dark, and wet. Lance assumed it was his blood.

Is this was death feels like?

He assumed it was.

The ringing in his ears was deafening, and something was pooling in his mouth, it was metallic.

Something had punctured his lungs, and he could barely breathe.

A soft smile graced his lips, and he coughed up more of that metallic liquid.

It was blood, of fucking course.

He could hear something, but it was slowly fading away as the cold darkness engulfed him.

Then something warm.

Something familiar.

“Lance please stay with me, we're almost there, please stay with me, please..”

Who was that?

Wondering was no use, he couldn't put a finger on it.

He opened his blue eyes, eyebrows furrowing at the brightness.

The ship...?

The familiar warmth faded away and he was shoved somewhere cold.

He didn't like the cold.

Memories of him playing with his cousins and siblings in the hot Arizona sun filled his mind.

Another smile.

But soon it faded away, just like the warmth.

And he was yet again engulfed in darkness.

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Keith wasn't one to cry, last time he cried was when they were doing the paladin vlogs.

He cringed, wiping his tears away as he remembered that stupid smile.

That stupid pearly fucking smile.

Lance's smile.

He remembered how the fucker laughed at him, teasing him for crying.

He imagined he'd laugh if he saw him crying just now.

Well..if he's alive to see it.

Keith hit himself on the head, a low growl of “stop” escaping his lips.

Lance was going to be alive. He was going to be okay.

Right?

Flying the Blade's ships was no easy task, but it was better than any normal galra ship.

He was almost there. He was right there.

“LANCE!”

The blood curdling scream filled the paladin's ears, and their heads snapped towards the ship.

Immediately, Keith left the ship as fast as he could and rushed towards the Red Lion, trying his best to fend away the multiple galra soldiers surrounding Red.

As soon as he reached the cockpit, his entire world collapsed.

“No...”

“No.”

“NO!”

He gripped his head and kneeled over in pain, growling and screaming.

Something was growing, something inside him was begging to burst.

He was to weak to hold it in.

Keith opened his eyes, the normal blue-grey sheen disappearing, and being replaced with a yellow glow.

His teeth grew to a sharp curve, and growls ripped from his throat as he stood up.

His skin was purple.

This wasn't Keith.

It was a cold blooded Galra.

And he was ready to kill, whoever was in between him and Lance.

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