Lance X Keith X punk!reader

Lance (ending)

Lance's eyes burned with conflict and fear as he watch the red lights in front of him weave through the endless fog. His mind crashed into wall after wall of memories of the girl he loved. He sighed as the sound of his tire scraping through the gravel fogged his senses and his mind lulled through the passing seconds. He would find her, and he would save her, but how? Before he could answer this question the fog around him lit up and white light pierced through his windshield.

"Turn around, we'll find another way," shiro's voice echoed through his radio. Lance went into reverse and glared as the sound of sirens filled the night. He will find her if it's the last thing he does. He stepped out of the car once they were far enough away and watched as Shiro and the rest of the team made a plan.

"The only other ways in are from underground and over the wall surrounding them, we nolonger have the element of surprise so we have to make sure we aren't seen," Lance spaced out as Shiro continued to create a plan. That makes the best was in underground. He could sneak through the pipes below him, find her, and sneak out, then they could ride off into the sunset and the whole team could have a well deserved vacation. Yep. Plan made. He began walking away from the group when a hand planted itself on his shoulder.

"Hey, where ya going," Hunk half smiled down at him.

"Uh, I've got to...pee, yeah," Lance muttered and Hunk lifted his hand.

"Kay, don't go to far though, I'm sure the Galra are looking for us," Hunk laughed and walked towards the rest of the group. Lance nodded and walked into an alley, letting his feet scrape against the ground. The sounds of asphalt scraping against his shoes echoed through his head until the met a different surface, sewer grate. He grinned and looked down at the metal surface with a sense of purpose. He would find her and save her.

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Y/n's hands tugged at the rope binding her and tried to wiggle her fingers free. Her wrists had become raw a while ago, but that wasn't stopping her. She continued to pull and tug until voices rang through the hallway in front of her and a hand twisted the handle to her room. Fear pierced through her heart as her mind brought her image after image of the boy she had fallen for.

"Not yet," she said, her voice a whisper as the shadow of a man entered the room.

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Lance gagged at the stench in the sewers for what felt like the hundredth time in the past five minutes. His hands gently lifted what he assumed was the correct sewer grate as he looked at the surrounding area. There was an empty hallway lined with metal doors and dim lights. He moved the grate over and jumped up only for one of the doors to open and a boy about his age to step out of the door. He laughed and slammed the door shut only for Lance to punch him in the nose. The boy fell to the ground and groaned as Lance put a hand over his mouth.

"Where is she?" He asked, trying and failing to appear intimidating. The boy shook his head as Lance reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. He dramatically flicked out the blade as he stared the boy down.

"Where?"

"Third floor janitors closet," the boy wimpered. Lance smirked and punched the boy again, leaving him unconscious. He took the purple hoodie and bandanna in his pocket then pushed his body into the sewer.

"Sorry about this," Lance whispered as he put the hoodie on under his jacket and pulled the hood over his head then tied the bandanna around his arm. The near silent sound of his footfalls echoed through the stairwell as he walked to the third floor. Now the only sound was his heart bean and the pitter patter of rain hitting the various busted windows. He followed a sign that pointed towards a janitors closet and found himself at the end of a not so empty hallway. There were two guards sitting outside of another metal door. Their bodied shifted and looked at Lance's lanky figure as he took a shaky breath and strode towards the door.