#langstronexchange2020

[molleyc]

Langstron exchange gift

Hello there @phantomaskadrien13

I’m your gifter!

Surprise! Hope you’ll like it ^^

@langstron

[art-lokiitama]

A pinch hit for @phantomaskadrien13  the @langstron halloween gift exchange!!

This is an idea I’ve had for a little while, and already had done the skecthes, so it’s a bit... bigger than I usually do! But it was very enjoyable to create, and I hope to do more in the future, if I manage to align enough planets for that!

[doodlelight]

Wahhh This took so long to make and finish cuz Im such a mess rn huhu

Anyways, Hi @rueitae !! Im your this year’s @langstron! I hope I did this some justice! It didnt come out as angsty as I like but I hope thats ok! ;^^

[ashkazora]

It’s been a while since I’ve uploaded any art, but surprise,  @imashayne​! I’m your gifter for @langstron​‘s Halloween Langst Exchange! You asked for Klance and since it’s Halloween, here’s a spooky little thing. I’ve read a couple of your fics on ao3 so I hope this is the kind of thing you like!

Background: long story short, Lance’s boyfriend Keith was a magic user, and died in an accident. Lance, despite not having experience with magic, tries to revive him. But it goes wrong and Keith, well, he comes back a bit different. Different enough that Lance starts to regret bringing him back :,)

Anyways, I really hope you like this! This piece was my first time doing complex shading and backgrounds all in one go, so I hope it’s good ahaha.

More details + close-ups under the cut:

Other small details: Lance has heterochromia, the fourth thing in the summoning circle was Keith’s glove (that got cut off by the bodies), the small I II II I_ grass in the background. The text on the knife reads ashkazora in Hebrew.

And here’s the original sketch:

Fun fact: this was supposed to have Keith be a vampire but I struggled with his legs so I changed it LMAO

[astraist]

Heyyyy @anchoredtether! Happy Halloween!! I was your gifter from the @langstron exchange!! I hope you like it dear, we- we should- hang out sometime.

[bluegirlartist]

surprise @ebhenah !!!!!! I was your giftee for the @langstron gift exchange 2020! You said you liked urban fantasy so I went with a life and death klance au. It’s a bit gorey but I tried to make it also as floral as possible. Happy Halloween !

[noconsenttobeanerd]

My langstron gift for @time-is-fading !

You said fanart or gifs and i went well what about both?

[superfandomdqueensnook]

Cold Right To My Bones

Ship: Latte Rating: T Characters: Lance, Matt Holt Tags:Torture, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Disassociation, Blood, Langst, hallunications, Hurt/Comfort, Rebel Lance, langstronexchange2020 For @hauntedwintersweets! I hope you enjoy! https://archiveofourown.org/works/27208411 @langstron

[sakarrie]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lance/Pidge | Katie Holt, Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt Characters: Pidge | Katie Holt, Lance (Voltron) Additional Tags: Hurt Lance (Voltron), Protective Lance (Voltron), Protective Pidge | Katie Holt, Friends to Lovers, Confessions, First Kiss, Hypothermia, crushed, Langst Halloween 2020, Pidge | Katie Holt Angst, Fluff and Angst, This really isn’t halloween related at all, They’re in a cave?, if that counts?, Oops Summary: Lance doesn’t know what’s going on, but what he does know is that Pidge needs him and he can’t move.

Made for @rosieclark, one of the sweetest people in the world! Love you girl and hope you enjoy! <3

[numbah34]

Wolf’s Bane

That she’d gone out on a night like tonight; sheer lunacy. Practically a death wish.

For months the town had been up in arms about the wolf, setting curfews, nerves on edge. It hadn’t taken long for the more superstitious of the villagers to put it together.

Attacks only happened on the full moon.

At first it had only been livestock; a pig gone missing, puffs of sheep’s wool scattered about a field, the feathers of an errant goose floating on the breeze… The thief, so it appeared, was thorough, leaving practically no trace behind.

Until two months ago. Old Man Myzax had gotten sick of his livestock being taken. He had armed himself with his shotgun and gone hunting for the thief. The next morning, for the first time… evidence had been found.

All in all, Lance felt it had been a terrible time for his family to have moved to the village. In the year they had lived there, people had been generally cordial to them, but when the attacks had started almost a month later, well… that was just plain bad luck. Some seeds of distrust had apparently been sewn.

The town gossips seemed to have gone into overtime. Perhaps it was his family’s slight resemblance to the clan of gypsies that lived not far from the village? They weren’t at all related, but there were those that would take one look at them, see “different,” and believe whatever they wanted. Lance’s father and mother had scoffed and rolled their eyes.

Unfortunately, there would always be people like that, his father had said.

Be your best self and give them no reason to doubt you, his mother had said.

The only family in town that offered their friendship freely and proffered no judgment was the Holts. Scientifically-minded to a fault, they simply refused to believe what the gossip mongers in town threw out, and chose to get to know their new neighbors instead.

They had two children themselves, who also took an immediate liking to Lance and his brothers and sisters. While his older siblings got on with the older son, Matt, for Lance there was no one more interesting than the younger daughter, Katie. When no one else in the small schoolhouse would pay him any mind except to glance at him with their parents’ unfounded suspicions, she had sought him out and claimed him as a friend right away.

More often than her given name she was called “Pidge,” a nickname she had received from her brother when she was a baby. Someone had commented that she was just a “pinch of a girl” (as she was so small); later, Matt had told someone else that she was just a “pidge of a girl.” The nickname had stuck.

Pidge hadn’t minded. She liked different. She thought different. She, herself, was different.

And Lance found that he also liked different.

Pidge had been bothered by the attacks; more and more each month, as more theories were discussed and things began to take a turn for the… supernatural. Lance thought it might be because she couldn’t explain the supernatural with science. Pidge had said that was part of it.

Another part was how Lance was being treated. People would say things under their breath, mutter prayers as he and Pidge would pass them in town. There were even a couple busybodies who took it upon themselves to visit Pidge’s parents and suggest that they shouldn’t let their daughter associate with the likes of Lance.

Sam and Colleen Holt had politely but firmly shown them the door.

While all of that was bad, the worst was after Old Man Myzax’s… incident. That’s when some people had started throwing things as well. He and Pidge never saw who did it, but it was hurtful. Especially when no one would stand up for him.

No one but Pidge.

More than once he had cried, Pidge’s arms wrapped around him, tears rolling down her own cheeks at her best friend’s despair. He had talked about running away. Pidge pointed out that would only hurt himself and the people who care about him. Not to mention the naysayers would all assume they were right all along.

And she could not abide that.

He had buried his face in her small shoulder, and she had reached a tentative hand up and stroked his hair until the fresh wave of tears had subsided.

She was strong for him when he needed her to be, but it seemed like it was taking its toll.

Every month when people were fretting about the latest attack, she seemed more and more tired. Lance was as well.

The fate of Farmer Myzax had exacerbated it. Pidge finally gave voice to everyone’s dark mutterings.

A werewolf.

Attacks only happened on the full moon, right?

Maybe… maybe someone should catch it. Or…

Lance had stayed silent, watching her with horror.

Why… how could she suggest such a thing?

Perhaps someone should try silver bullets.

Pidge… what are you saying?

As the night of the full moon approached, Pidge seemed to grow more and more resolute. Someone had to catch the wolf.

Fear laced together with Lance’s concern. Why…? What was she planning?

The eve of the full moon, Matt had come riding over, frantic. They couldn’t find Pidge. He was worried she had gone out on her own.

Lance’s parents hadn’t seen her. They promised to keep watch, in case she turned up at their house. They had glanced worriedly at each other. They wished there was something more they could do.

What was she thinking?

Lance had excused himself to go get ready for bed. Upon reaching his room, he had stuffed clothes under his quilt, snuffed out the candle, and quietly snuck out the window.

He ran into the wooded area that surrounded town, bordering all the farmlands. He carried no torch; he wouldn’t need it as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, lit only by the pale silver moon hanging innocently in the sky.

Innocent. Innocence. They had talked about those very words just earlier.

What was she thinking?

The woods were dangerous on a night like tonight.

Lance ran as quietly as he could, save for the twigs snapping and dry leaves crackling under his feet. He had to find her…

He had to find her before…

Before something else did.

And it would be his fault. Because she was trying to protect him.

Pidge was in no way stupid, but this was by far the stupidest thing she could have done.

He slowed to a walk as he neared the area he’d been running towards. Countless days of exploring the forest told him he was just outside the farmland belonging to the late Old Man Myzax. This would be one of the first areas anyone looking for a wolf would check.

His breath was quick, and he tried to quiet it. He needed his ears to be keen. In the dim light of the full moon, he would rely on them to hear the wolf before he could see it.

He didn’t have to wait long. A howl split the quiet of the night, sending a chill through his very blood. He turned his head slowly from side to side, eyes wide, willing himself to see better. Where could she be?

A puff of hot air hit him on the back of the neck. He jumped away, turning to find a pair of molten eyes, burning an unnatural gold, pupils narrowed to dangerous slits and focusing solely on him. Slowly, with a calculated grace, the monster emerged from the shadows.

The werewolf was impossibly big, far bigger than Lance could have imagined. It bared its teeth, stepping toward him, a low growl escaping its lips.

He took a few steps backward, then felt his heel snag on a hidden root. Unable to catch his balance, he toppled, landing hard on his tailbone. He yelped as the pain shot up his back, momentarily closing his eyes on reflex. He jerked them back open nearly as quickly, and found the wolf had moved closer… much closer.

He stared into the snarling, slathering muzzle. He could not believe his luck.

The light brown fur of the wolf glistened in the patch of moonlight. The bushy tail swished side to side in agitation.

Lance swallowed, forcing the fear down. If he was going to have any hope of surviving this encounter, something told him he would need to maintain his cool. He would only get one shot at this.

Keeping his eyes glued to the wolf’s, he slowly extended his hand and spoke softly. “Shh…” He worked to keep his breathing even, even as he saw the wolf tense on its haunches, preparing to spring.

—————Many, many moons ago...——————

“Mama! Mamaaaaa!” A six-year-old Lance had come running, sprinting for his mother. His mother caught him, letting out a soft “oof” as her youngest son hurled himself into her, hugging her tightly. She took in the panic in his eyes, then scooped him up in a protective hug and carried him to their old, creaky rocking chair.

She rocked back and forth, smoothing his hair with a practiced hand and murmuring quietly to soothe him.

When his gasps and sobs had calmed so that the rocking chair’s rickety squeaks were the loudest sound in the room, she gently pulled him back and wiped the stray tears from his cheeks.

“What’s wrong, mijo?” she asked.

“M-Marco and Luis,” Lance hiccuped. “They told me they got bit by a werewolf, and that they were gonna turn into werewolves, and that they were gonna bite me and turn me into one, too.” His eyes widened. “And they showed me the teeth marks!”

Lance’s mother looked nonplussed. “Were the marks on their arms?”

“Yeah! How did you know?” Lance gasped, then looked at his mama warily. “…you’re not one, too, are you?”

“No, mijo, of course not. Werewolves are just an old tale. Your brothers bit their own arms and were just playing with you.” She frowned and muttered, “…though why they thought that kind of teasing would be okay, they know what an imagination you have…”

Her expression softened as she looked her youngest in the eyes and said, “Werewolves are creatures that exist in stories. But even if your brothers were wolves, there is an old werewolf story that’s my favorite. Would you like to hear it?”

He nodded, eyes wide with interest more than fear now. She continued.

“They say that if a werewolf is called by name by a person who loves and trusts them truly, the wolf’s curse will be broken and they will turn back to human.” She smiled. “You love your brothers, don’t you? You could just turn them back.”

Lance looked thoughtful. “I love my brothers… but I don’t know if I trust them not to bite me.”

Lance’s mother laughed. “Trust is an important thing! It’s a good thing that I trust that you are all good children.” She gave him a tight hug and added, “And it’s a good thing werewolves aren’t real.”

——————————

He spoke firmly, confidently. “It’s time to come home, Katie… Pidge.”

Werewolves, Lance had found, were very much real. And as his best friend sprang at him, he closed his eyes and opened his arms and hoped with all he had that, even if his mama had been wrong about werewolves existing, that her story had at least been right.

Because he trusted Pidge.

Completely.

…And he loved her.

Whole-heartedly.

How could he not?

The large, furry body he had expected to slam into his chest never came; instead, he felt a pair of lean arms wrap around his shoulders as he caught a slight form in his own. He embraced her tightly, relieved that his speculation had been proven correct.

She shuddered as he set her down, averting his eyes and removing his jacket to let her cover her modesty.

“Lance! What… Why… What are you doing here?” she trembled. “I could’ve… I could’ve…” Tears filled her hazel eyes, their shine a welcome change from the dangerous golden glow those same eyes had held moments earlier.

“But you didn’t.”

“But all those other times… and Mr. Myzax…”

“You couldn’t help it. It wasn’t you, it was the wolf.”

“But everyone… they all thought… they all think it’s you,” she half-whispered.

“Pidge.” He said.

“I thought if they caught me… I could save you. They’d know it wasn’t you.”

“They would’ve killed you,” he murmured, no doubt in his voice.

She looked at him, not saying anything, only meeting his gaze and looking resolute. He wasn’t saying anything she had not already figured.

He sighed and pulled her toward him, holding her snug against his chest. He rested his cheek on top of her head. She brought her arms up to encircle him and return the hug.

After a moment of silence, he spoke. “Pidge… don’t you know… I don’t want to be saved if it means living in a world without you.”

She pulled her head back and gazed up at him, the answer to her unspoken question in his eyes.

“Oh,” she said softly, stepping back. In the moonlight, Lance could just detect a faint blush coloring her cheeks. He smiled, and offered his hand.

“Let’s go home, Pidge.”

She took his hand and they started back in the direction of the Holt’s house. As they walked, she pondered for a moment, then finally voiced the question she’d had since she found herself being held in his grasp, the light of the once-dreaded full moon shining on her but no longer controlling her. “…Lance… How did you turn me back?”

He felt his cheeks color slightly and cleared his throat. “See, Pidge, there’s this old story about werewolves…”

This fic and art are part of the @langstron​ Halloween exchange. It was so fun participating! The fic will also be available on my ao3.

@sakarrie​ - Surprise! I was your gifter for the 2020 Langst Halloween Exchange! I hope you enjoyed your fic and art (I was a little extra, I couldn’t decide on just one😅). Happy Halloween! 🎃👻🐺

[ebhenah]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Lance & Lance's Family (Voltron), Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk & Lance (Voltron) Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Lance's Family (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Minor Characters, Iverson (Voltron) Additional Tags: Minor Hunk/Pidge | Katie Holt, minor Lance/Allura date, Haunted Woods, urban legend, Jack O'Lantern Myth, Will'o Wisp myth, High School AU, klance, Laith, Love at First Sight, Angst, Langst, Langstron Gift Exchange 2020, Hospital, fugue state, Fae Magic, Alternate Universe - Fae, Difficult Decisions, Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Injury, Medical, Memory Issues, Secrets, Themes of Loss, Cuban Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Angst, ergot poisoning, Misdiagnosis, Sleep Walking, More tags to follow as story progresses Summary:

Skeptic Lance takes a dare to spend Halloween night in the famously haunted local woods. Things do not go as planned.

Taking that dare causes a level of chaos he would never have been able to predict and changes his life forever. @secretly-a-spacecadet​ @langstron​

[burntheupholstery]

Lance takes a drag on his cigarette, blows out the smoke. A cold breeze tugs down his hood and disperses the smoke. His damon grumbles a little, moves closer. Near the end, Shiro had picked up smoking. He favored menthol cigarettes, and it made his kisses minty. No harm if I’m already dying, says his ghost, smiling as he leans on the railings, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

For @khellamendra, written for Langst Halloween Exchange 2020 @langstron. Warning: Past Character Death.

not that it’s very halloween-y, but it’s angst. :) it’s a pretty quiet piece, and it’s got a cute bunny in it. my first foray into the damon AU! i like it, might play in that sandbox in the future.

[art-lokiitama]

Thank you for your patience gift to @kalytera for the @langstron gift exchange!! Your gifter is still working hard on your complete gift !! 

I had to dig through your blog to find back your answer to your gifter! It was really hard not to like or reblog anything, cause that would give me out instantly haha!

The idea I had for this comes from BoM! Klance and Galtean! Though it ended up being more like... Lance temporarily joins the BoM, and while on a mission with Keith, gets hit by some druid magic and it actually activates some hidden altean genes that make him shapeshift easily, so he turns altean!

So I guess it’s closer to canon except on the altean genes, but hey, if Keith’s half-Galra, and Lance turns altean, that makes it Galtean, right?

[kalytera]

For @noconsenttobeanerd! I had so much fun creating this piece for the @langstron 2020 Halloween Exchange. I hope you enjoy it!

You asked for Klance with injury, so here Keith is trapped in a mirror (or you could interpret it as behind glass) and he’s been tortured and branded by the Galra. Lance is desperately reaching out to him but is helpless to save him.

[rueitae]

My gift for @voltronhobbit for the @langstron 2020 Halloween edition! A little Plance fantasy AU with magic for you day!

[sillygurl1021]

Langst Among Us AU

@kr15xxx!!!!

I had no idea how to start your fic but I've been into Among Us recently and The opportunity came up sooo lol

I hope you enjoy you gift!!!! :)

(I'm new to Angst so bare with it 😭)

@langstron 😊😊

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Rated: M

WARNINGS: Major Charater Deaths, Gore, Slice in half, impailing, blood

Word Count: 1,974

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One day, the Paladins, Allura and Coran, decide to visit a deserted yet very strange planet that they got a distress signal from. Once they arrived, there was nothing to be seen until someone started approaching them.

Proceeding with caution, they saw that it was a normal beint, like all other aliens they encountered but as they were leaving, things turned and this being became murderous!

It’s eye turned black, it’s mouth opened incredibly wide with jagged and sharp teeth. A few of the paladins got injured but they all made it to the ship without this thing hitching a ride.

As they were leaving, they noticed the thing just fell to the ground, as if it had died. Very strange. They looked at each other, still a little on edge. Moments pass as they reached good distance from that planet when the ship completely breaks down. Now, they have to work together to bring the castle back to life before they lose oxygen.

“So we need to access every room of the ship that has a electrical box to reassure that the main servers are all in sync. I will stay here to be sure everything is going smoothly and maybe I can do something on the castles system to have it running again.” Coran told the crew as they all stood with their suits on; Their helmets on a table in case the air gets thin and don’t fix the ship in time.

“I’ll go to the healing pods and finish Shiro’s Injury from that monstrosity that attacked us.” Allura stated. Shiro nodded.

“The rest of you go and look around the rooms for what Coran asked. We will meet here in case of anything.” Everyone nodded.

Lance through this whole thing hasn’t been feeling all too well. His head has been throbbing and that thing really shook him up. “Man, I really hope we fix all this and leave.” He said with some tension. Hunk put his hand on Lances shoulder.

“Don’t worry buddy. Your not the only one that thing creeped out. I have your back and I know you have mine.” Lance couldn’t help but faintly smile at his best buds reassurance.

“Oh Hunk! Only you get me!” He let out fake tears and gave him a hug, along with a glare at Pidge. She sighed.

“Look, that thing was definitely creepy but we’ve seen worse things.” She checked her phone. “Ill go in this room. You two go in those others down the hall. There should be an electricity box next to the door.” They nodded.

“See ya in a bit.” Lance continued on with Hunk. It was pitch dark so they were using some flashlights to lead the way. Just as they were getting to the door, Lance was feeling a throbbing pain in his head.

“Hey Lance, you alright?” Hunk looked at him. Sweat was streaming down his forehead and was almost kneeling to the floor. Lance could have sworn he blacked out for a moment but got his composure as he got up.

“Y-Yeah. I’m okay now.” He then held his head for a moment as he slowly opened his eyes. He heard a big thud sound as if something fell in front of him.

Once his vision cleared up, he couldn’t believe his eyes. His scream was caught in his throat. Tears began to fall as he began to shake. “H-Hunk... BUDDY!” He fell to his knees.

Hunk was lying on the floor. Dead. It looked like someone had stabbed him right through his heart. He was gone. “No.. Hunk.. No! Who!? What?!” Pidge rushed inside from Lances yell and gasped at the sight.

“Hunk! Lance what happened!?” She demanded, trying to see if he was still alive, tears in her eyes, but nothing.

“I... I don’t know... One moment I'm talking to him and the next... he was on the floor...” He tried to think back but he didn’t see absolutely anything. “How... I don’t get it...” Pidge was concerned for Lance but hurting because of Hunk. She was trying to logically think this through but she couldn’t. She wiped her tears and contacted the others.

“Guys... Everyone... We lost Hunk... We need to meet up.” She ended the call. Lance was crying and trying to figure out what happened.

“I’m sorry everyone. Something got Allura as well... I was trying to chase it but it disappeared in the vents. Keep your eyes out.” Shiro told them all with a shaky and out of breath tone. Tears wanted to escape once more at the loss of another friend but with something on the loose, they didn’t have the chance. Lance and Pidge quickly composed themselves, ready with their Bayard's and rushed to where Coran was.

“Keith!” Lance yelled, happy to physically see someone in front of him.

“Good. You guys are still okay.” He transformed his Bayard as he stood in front of the two, with a wipe on his cheek. “Stay alert. I think that thing we encountered came along with us after all.” Lance and Pidge nodded.

Making their way towards the main control room, they couldn’t help but feel uneasy. It wasn’t far but the fact that there was something killing them made it feel like it was a long distance. As soon as they made it to the control room, their fear came to life. It was so gruesome that Pidge couldn’t bear to see Coran in the condition he was in.

Coran was split in half. Half on the controls, full of blood. Other half on the floor, full of blood as well with his insides scattered. “This... This is horrible...” Lance felt like his insides were going to jump out of his mouth but it was just him wanting to throw up from the sight. Keith covered his nose from the stench of all the blood. Keith sighed and walked closer to Coran.

He was trying to find some sort of clue but the strong odor and the loss of another friend made it hard to concentrate. He did notice a slight purple static emitting from where Coran was cut in half.

He put two and two together but just in that same moment, heard something open from a vent above him. “Keith! Above you!” Pidge yelled. He quickly got his Bayard in front of him and sure enough.

“Shiro...” Lance felt that headache once again. He took a step back as his hand landed on his head but quickly kept an eye on what was happening. Shiro’s eyes were pitch black and his mouth was just like that monsters. Keith pushed him back with his sword as he landed on his feet.

“When that thing attacked you, it must have... entered you...” Keith said reluctantly, not wanting to fight someone dear to him. He looked at Lance and Pidge. They were ready with their transformed Bayard's as well. Keith then knew he didn’t have to do it alone.

Pidge released the part of her Bayard to electrocute Shiro for a moment as Keith tried to attack him but he was too agile. Lance was trying to aim for him with his gun but couldn’t get a good aim to shoot. They did all they could but he was just landing more hits on them. Keith knew what he had to do.

“Guys! Run to the hanger!” They didn’t know what he was planning but did what they were told. Keith attacked Shiro and shoved him to the side to run to the hanger as well.

Shiro followed right behind them. Once they got to the hanger, Keith was doing something on the controls of the hanger but forgot the castle was shut down.

“Shit!” Keith yelled in anger.

“What do you have planned Keith? That thing will be here any second.” Pidge was thinking what to do as well. Lance was quiet. That throbbing feeling in his head was unbearable and he felt as if he was going to faint but he was fighting it with all he could.

“ThEre YoU ARe.” Shiro entered the hanger. Time was up.

Keith took a big gulp as he braced himself. “Pidge. Lance. Stay behind one of the Lions.” Pidge was wanting to know what he had planned but as she was told, although she had to pull Lance. “Come and get me you ugly piece of shit.” Keith gave a grin. That thing opened its mouth wide. Much more than a normal human being could. It definitely wasn’t Shiro anymore.

Just as that thing jumped for Keith, He pressed an emergency button beside the controls and the hatch to the hanger opened. Suddenly, the vacuum of space was sucking them out of the castle. Shiro, in an instant went flying and gone. Keith was trying to hang on but couldn’t.

“No! Keith!” Pidge yelled but couldn’t do anything. He was gone. After a moment, the hatch closed and Pidge ran alongside Lance to grab their helmets.

“I can't believe it... everyone's gone...” She slowly said, trying to catch her breathe. She looked at Lance to feel some comfort but then realized he had been awfully quiet. “ Lance?...” She leans over to check if he's okay. He lifted his head and laid his hand on his neck.

“Yeah. I’m alright.” He looked at her and she was distraught. He looked rather off.

“Okay?” She stood up. And took a deep breathe, trying to figure out what to do now. She suddenly felt this chill behind her neck. She turned around and saw Lance standing right behind her. She eyed him for a moment. “Lance, what is up-”

He then grabbed his Bayard and transformed it to the sword. Her eyes opened wide. Blood was dripping from it. She got her Bayard ready but saw him shaking.

Lance was trying to get a hold of himself. He grabbed his own hand that was holding the sword and attempted to speak. “Pi...dge...” He tried mustering. He was trying his hardest to fight it. “That thing... it got me... you need to...” The sword lifted. “Runnn...” Pidge felt tears run down her cheeks. What is she to do? She has nowhere to run. If she kills Lance, she would be the only one left.

Lance on the other hand finally figured out that this thing had slowly been taking over him but he isn't going down without a fight. He will protect Pidge as best as he could. Pidge slowly backed up but she looked hesitant as well. His eyes were slowly beginning to turn completely black and his mouth was starting to form.

She knew what she had to do. Lance is still there. They won't get out of this alive. She looked at Lance with a sincere but scared expression. “I’m sorry Lance. It doesn’t matter what we do now.” She dropped her Bayard and tears started running down her cheeks. “I'll see you on the other side.” She then threw herself forward and jammed herself into his sword.

Lance was still partially conscious and horrified. “Pidge... no...” He whispered. She was hugging him and started to cough up blood. She looked up at him and saw tears flowing down his cheeks. She smiled and lifted her hand as much as she could to take a hold of his cheek.

“It’s... okay Lance... you aren't... to blame.” Her hand then fell and she fell to the floor, her body becoming heavy. Pidge rather took her own life instead of Lance having to be conscious and deal with killing his own friend.

Lance wanted to yell. He wanted to scream, but all he could feel were the tears burning his cheeks, and feeling himself be consumed by a small voice in his head saying, “You were an Imposter all along."