Lancelot/Klance
Lance groaned. "Do you ever stop nagging?" He muttered, running his hands down his face. Keith shot a glare at him. "Look, I did that so we could get out faster. Everyone was tired. We don't have Shiro around, so I-"
"Lance, stop!" Keith snapped. "I'm tired of you saying that! 'We don't have Shiro around-', so!? I'm the leader now and you're my boyfriend, so I was hoping for a little support and I was hoping you'd trust my plans more! Not completely ignore me on the battlefield!"
The blue paladin sighed. "Keith, I was hoping you'd trust me more when I come up,with something. You always shoot me down and you're always saying that. 'I'm the leader now. You have to do as I say.' I know Shiro trusted you with leading Voltron, but you wave that in our face every time you want us to do something! We know Shiro asked you to take over! Just- I don't feel like a member of this team!"
"What are you talking about!?"
"I'm saying that I'm not included! I'm NOT appreciated, no one ever looks to me for help or considers my ideas! No one pats me on the back or says 'good job,' or, 'great idea!' Everyone else is treated like family- like a valuable team member!"
"But I-"
"You what!?" Lance cried. The look on Keith's face helped Lance know that Keith knew that everything he said was true. "Whatever. I'm done. I'm tired." Lance pivoted sharply and stomped away. "If you need me - which I doubt - I'll be in my room."
Keith stood there, eyes wide as he watched Lance walk away. "Wait..."
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Lance stood his ground, bayard raised as the Galran Prince neared. "D-don't come any closer!" Lance shouted, gripping his bayard.
A grin grew on Lotor's face. "Blue paladin!" He crooned, holding out his arms. Lance tensed. "My. I never thought you would be so beautiful up close." Lotor purred and cupped Lance's chin.
The blue paladin sneered, the head of his bayard pressed against the prince's chestplate. "I could pull the trigger."
"Then you'll die. Such a waste." Lotor hummed, gesturing to the sentries behind him. "I hear you're a wonderful shot. You can take out just about anyone with this cute little weapon." Lotor tapped the side of the bayard.
Lance swallowed thickly. "So what if I am?"
Lotor smirked. "The Galra could really use someone like you, blue paladin."
Lance jolted back, eyes wide. "Hell no! I am not-!"
"Do your teammates respect you?" Lance paused. Lotor blinked innocently. "Do they cheer you on? Do they celebrate you, listen to you, be there for you when you are sad?"
The blue paladin opened his mouth to retort, but words died on his tongue. Lotor hummed. "Just as I thought. Paladin, come with me."
"I-"
"You'll not only be treated as a friend, you'll be a brother. You'll be a king."
Lance jaw clenched as he looked up into Lotor's yellow eyes.
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