Langst Oneshots

Langst 6

Prompt: A species can feel what others feel by touching them and they go to a fancy party and a kid bumps into Lance and starts to cry
Requested by: geekybeaky
TW(I added a few so that the story would make sense, apologies): Self Harm, abuse, forced marriage mention, censored swearing, forced position in life mention, crying children
Ship: Klance

"Alright Paladins, this is very important. Make sure to be on your best behavior, I'm looking at you Lance. Behave. Don't flirt or make jokes while we are there." Allura said, sending a glare in Lance's direction before walking towards a ball room, to which all of the accompatence of the Castle of Lions were invited to attend the party being held there.

Everyone who lived in the Castle of Lions was dressed in fancy attire, they all wore clothing that they felt most comfortable wearing. Pidge wore a dark green, almost black, dress-suit, it was a mid-sleeve, something that they'd swore to wear whenever she was hurting herself, not with weapons or anything, but her family wanted to follow how her arms looked, in fear that they were. Lance was wearing a black suit, one he had brought with him from Earth, although Hunk had never seen him wear it besides to an arranged wedding, Hunk still didn't know who it was for, since no one came home married. Keith was wearing a lazy suit, one that resembled something a drunk man at a wedding would wear, it, too, was a mid-sleeve, he promised Shiro that he'd wear it. Shiro was wearing his favorite suit, it was a back suit and necktie, the same suit he wore to every party at the Garrison before his presumed death. Allura was wearing a silk looking, almost 1800's style nightgown, lavender dress. Coran was in a 1780's style suit, saying that "It was a traditional suit back on Altea, all servant and partners of King Alfor is to wear it to any and all parties they may attend." Hunk was wearing a stained-yellow suit, his accessories from his normal clothing accompanying the suit. The mice also wore tiny suits, each complementing each other in their own little language.

"Yeah, Yeah, I got it." Lance rolled his eyes slightly before muttering, "I'm not that dumb, I know when to be serious and mature."

"What was that?" Shiro asked, his voice sharp.

"Nothing.." Lance replied, hanging at the back of the group with Keith, who he personally thought looked amazing.

Shiro nodded before continuing his ascend to the ball room. Not once looking back, which Lance was thankful for, since the taller man would've seen his hurt filled eyes and him pulling down his sleeves a bit more.

Although, a certain hot headed paladin saw this, making him worry slightly before brushing it off as an act of anxiety, which he would come to regret later as they entered the ball room, being greeted by the species that had held the party. 

"Thank you for inviting us," Lance said formally as he bowed, earning a few blushing looks from looking women, men, and some who are not either.

"It's our pleasure, really, please, do not bow," a flushed servant said, bowing to Lance instead, him having been one of the best acting of any of the guests that they had encountered earlier.

"Please, I am not royal, nor as respectable as my peers. Please, do not feel the need to bow to me." Lance said, helping the servants back up from where they knelt. 

The servants eyes widened slightly before thanking Dream and rushing to their leader, who now watched Lance carefully to see if what their servants said was true of word.

A few maidens came up to talk to the paladin, most keeping their distance so as to not overwelm the male, and those who had managed to touch him backed off a bit as well, most just asking him questions and him answering.