A series of snippets / short fics / drabbles (goal is less than 2k) that I ramble out and have no where else to put. No set main character (although, cough Lance) and all gen all the time. Warnings marked per chapter but nothing above a "T" rating and if that changes that chapter will be heavily warned at the top. Enjoy!
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Battlefield
Meet me on the battlefield
Even on the darkest night
I will be your sword and shield,
Your camouflage and you will be mine
Echoes of the shots ring out
We may be the first to fall
Everything could stay the same
Or we could change it all
Meet me on the battlefield
~Battlefield by Svrcina
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Summary: Lance was alone. He was going to die alone. Such a thought scared him more than actually dying.
Warnings: ...drowning?
Timeline notes: Not applicable
One: Drown
Lance took a last, desperate inhale around the gag as they shoved him backwards over the cliff edge, panic and tears blurring the night sky above him as he hung weightless for all of a second.
It wasn't enough.
He crashed into the water below with a force that knocked the breath right back out and he could do nothing to reclaim it as the cinderblocks tied about his wrists dragged him immediately under and his short, muffled scream was swallowed whole.
He clamped his mouth shut even as cold, bitter water flooded inside in a last bid to keep breathing for even a few more seconds.
His legs jerked helplessly against the bindings, pressed flush against his thighs and all the twisting and writhing in the world could not slow his descent into the surreally calm water around him, silence seeming to push him down further.
His hands strained at the manacles, his shoulders heaved against the coarse rope wrapped all about his chest and back and pinning his arms down. He could feel it grating through his shirt, angry burns rubbing on mocha skin. He threw all of his weight back, angling himself to yank up against the pull and nearly screaming as his shoulders protested the heavy weight.
They did not budge.
More tears filled his vision, no different from the water around him except they stung beyond painfully; fear and regret and despair and horror and failure in each drop.
Another bubble burst from his throat and Lance hiccupped it back, throat starting to ache and a pressure building behind his eyes.
He was going to die.
He was really going to die.
His struggles slowed.
There was no use.
His gaze tracked upwards, the wavery sheen of the moon barely visible from the surface, framed as his bangs floated about in the weightlessness of the lake, growing further and further away as he continued to sink.
They were never going to find him.
A sob built in his throat and Lance squeezed his eyes shut against the dimming moon. He didn't want to see anymore.
He was going to die.
He cast his mind out, seeking any trace of Red, of Blue, of anyone.
Silence echoed.
He was alone.
He was going to die alone.
Such a thought scared him more than actually dying.
Even with his eyes closed a different sort of blackness was starting to encroach, an opposite to the heat and fire as his lungs protested no more, begged for air that he could not give.
His mouth opened against his will and the bitter water took over.
He choked.
A last bit of life was restored to leaden limbs as his body spasmed and Lance's eyes opened for the last time, lids heavy as they looked up for the last glimmer of light.
It was gone.
No.
Not gone.
Blocked.
There was something in front of it. Something moving.
Moving quick.
Moving towards him.
Lance's eyes fluttered closed at the same time he felt a hand dig into his hair and the sudden feeling of weightlessness as the blocks were freed from his hands.
And around the gag, around his last stuttered breath, Lance smiled.
He wasn't alone after all.
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Author's Notes:
For the record, it's open to interpretation but Lance lives in my head thanks to the wonders of CPR. His rescuer? Up for you to decide!
This is what happens when heyheroics asks for something Langsty to draw, I prompt weighted down drowning and then for the first time in a month felt inspired to write something. This was a little challenge to myself too to keep it under 600 words and no backstory since it was meant to be a snippet. (see the artwork on my tumblr or on ao3!)
Enjoy? Leave a comment please and thank you!