Ocean Blue [Klance One-shot]

Ocean Blue

A/N: Alright, I know NONE of you will read this part even if its bold and at the top of this shit but this is my FIRST VOLTRON THING I've written so if characters are ooc then deal with it. If season 3 has come out by the time you read this, don't yell at me if Lotor is ooc, because this was written way before season 3. Also the title MAY change because I forgot to give it one and whatever i half assed the title. 

"You've made the right choice, my blue paladin," the alien spoke. The soft smile on his face seemed to brighten his golden eyes. The purple lighting within the room made his skin appear more violet, which, to Lance, made him all the more stunning. His long, white locks were soft and inviting, making the teen want to run his fingers through his hair.

'Yes...I have. This is where I wanna be,' Lance thought to himself, content in the presence of the breathtaking prince who stood before him. 'This is where I belong, with someone who loves and wants me.' The paladin looked down sadly however, remembering those who he once considered his friends.

'Lance, stop wasting time!'

'Quit flirting all the time!'

'Who says you're a sharpshooter?'

'Be serious, Lance!'

"Lance, my dear, stop thinking about them." His train of thought was broken by the Galra prince, who had gently tilted Lance's head up. His hand caressed the side of the human's face, so gently it was like he was afraid of breaking him. "You don't need them, they didn't want you anyways. I want you here with me..."

"I'm sorry, you're right. I gotta stop thinking about them...they don't need me," Lance said, his voice cracking slightly. He didn't want to admit it. Every fiber of his being wanted to run out and join his old friends...but he had made up his mind. Lance wanted to be with his prince, and Prince Lotor wanted his blue paladin.

"We can go anywhere together, just the two of us," Lotor said softly, taking both of Lance's hands in his.

"Anywhere...?"

----

"We have to get him back!"

"Keith, we know, but there's no doubt that Lotor has a whole fleet waiting for us! We can't just barge in and expect to live!"

The remaining paladins had boarded back onto the Castle of Lions, and Keith had immediately started talking about getting Lance back. The four of them had watched as Lance turned his back on them, leaving with the Galra Prince. They all felt betrayed, especially the red paladin, who attempted to attack Lotor before being dragged back by Shiro. 'We're outnumbered,' he had reminded him. 'And without Lance we can't form Voltron. We need to get out of here.'

"That idiot! Why would he side with them?! WHY?!" Keith banged his gloved fist down on a control panel, not giving it a second thought. Normally Coran or Allura would scold him, but they understood his anger. Lance was the last one they'd expect to leave.

"We don't know, but we will get him back. Lotor must have manipulated him in some way," Shiro said, already brewing ideas in his brain.

"But if Lance has truly sided with the Galra, on his own will," Allura started, looking down before continuing the next part, not wanting to mention it. "...we may need to have someone else pilot the Blue Lion."

Something inside Keith snapped, even more than he already has, when Allura uttered those words. Someone else? The red paladin couldn't think of anyone else more suiting than Lance.

'I will get you back, Lance, just you wait.'

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"So this is an ocean?" Lotor asked his partner, staring out at the seemingly endless blue sea. He wasn't a fan of the sand; it made his walking slower and clumsy, it somehow managed to get into every nook and cranny, and even while dry, it managed to stick. He could get get used to the gentle breeze however, and the calming sound of the waves crashing.