Истории Hurtlance

A Klance langst fic Where Everytime Lance feels pain, it stays with him throughout his entire life. He hits his head on the edge of the bed in 4th grade, he feels the pain he felt that day throughout his entire life. So on and so on until finally he is is in space with the rest of Voltron, but will he survive with the constant pain he feels?

Ever since Lance fell from the cryopod after the explosion on Arus, he was constantly plagued by crippling pains in his back. He wanted to push through for the rest of the team but one can only stay strong for so long.

Keith is hurt on a mission and only pidge knows. The team expect him to be on the top of the game and he struggles to make it up to their expectations. then a mission goes wrong and the Voltron paladins are captured by an enemy tribe who know the Keith is hurt. they use this to get information. information from him and from the other paladins. but now their back on the ship, with complicated feelings and a week of Lance and Keith restricted to the same couch. what could go wrong, or more, what could go right? Klance Shatt

This is about Lance and Keith falling in love, or realizing there love for each other. So, Lance gets hurt on a mission and Keith feels like its his fault so from then on hes extra protective of Lance. Lance and Keith begin to question there feelings for each other as they spend more time together, especially after Keith learns a little more about his "rival" when Lance is homesick or after Lance has a heart to heart talk with Keith one night about why hes always such a loner. Its a slow build you could say. Sorry if they're a little OOC its my first time writing about them. Oh, things might get steamy though I'm not sure yet.

Lance doesn't like to talk about what happened. How could he forget, when no matter where he looked they were there. When he closed his eyes, he could see their claws. When he held his baster, he felt their teeth. Worst of all, he saw them. In all of his friends faces. He was just really good at hiding his feelings. Maybe a little too good. He gripped his gun tighter. His demons... He could get rid of them now. Forever. Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Gone. He could feel a pinching in the back of his neck. He lifted the gun. He prepped it. He got ready to pull the trigger. But he hesitated. The smallest one was coughing, a flower falling into its palm. For the first time, he noticed it was crying. It looked up at him and he knew he couldn't. It wasn't right. He had seen those eyes before. "No." He muttered. "No, I can't." The pinching in the back in his neck turned into more of a stab. He gasped and brought his hand up to his neck, and felt the small square bump, pulsing at the base of his scalp. He had to get rid of the pain. He saw the knife on the ground by his feet. The knife with the strange indigo/violet symbol. In a swift motion, he picked it up. And despite their screams, stabbed himself in the neck.

Keith recently found out he was half-galra. Everyone accepted him, especially his boyfriend. What he didn't expect was that he would go into a galra heat. Nor did he expect his loving boyfriend would help him. Or that major...𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳 complications would ensue. Warning: Angst. Lots of it.