Langst One-Shots

Anti-Langst One - Happy Birthday

Some people *cough* graycocoa and piggle_the_wiggle *cough* made me aware of the fact that it is mean to make Langst on Lance's birthday​. I now present to you: Anti-Langst. It's exactly what it says - anti langst. Some happy bonding birthday time.

But, because I know that some people like the mental torture of my son *cough* nrubbs *cough*, you will have some Langst also published today. NOW!!! FOR THE HAPPINESS!!!

Lance sighed and sat up, physically ready for the day. But mentally? He was not ready. Definitely not ready. The least ready person in the universe had nothing on Lance.

So he just plastered on a fake smile - one that he had perfected for occasions like this. Then he walked out of his room, hoping that someone had remembered.

But nobody seemed to. All four of his fellow paladins treated him with as much hospitality they would a wall. They walked past him, or, for Pidge, walked into him. At least she only ran into him once, but even then, she didn't acknowledge he existed.

Lance went to the only place he felt safe on days like these. He went to his lion. He sat in blue's cockpit and curled into a ball.

After a solid ten minutes of ranting to his lion, she purred at him and turned on a speaker that was usually reserved for communication in battle.

"...is he?" Pidge's panicked voice came into the cockpit.

"I bet he forgot it was his birthday." Keith groaned. "If he did..."

"Don't finish that sentence." Hunk advised. "We should find him soon - I think he'd really enjoy this party, but I don't ​want to start it without him."

Blue purred again and the speaker clicked, turning off itself and the voices of Lance's friends.

"They were.... So that's why they were ignoring me!" Lance smiled warmly and ran out of his lion. "Thank you, Blue!"

"Hey, Lance?" Shiro walked into the blue lion's hangar just in time to run into the blue paladin. Literally.

"Ouch. Uh, hey, Shiro. What's up?" Lance decided not to tell them that his lion had spied on them for him.

"I had some trouble with one of the chairs in the dining hall, and I can't find Coran. Can you come to the dining room and help me fix the chair?" Shiro asked.

"Oh, uh, sure." Lance had expected an invitation to whatever party they had been planning, but fixing chairs wasn't too hard of a task.

But when they got to the dining room, there were no broken chairs. There was a cake, a bunch of presents, and lots of balloons, but no broken chair.

"Surprise!" Pidge and Keith yelled, jumping out from under the table. Keith hit his head on the edge of the table and rolled his eyes.

"Guys, I... I don't know what to say." Lance smiled as a few tears welled up in his eyes.

"Don't say anything. Just enjoy yourself." Hunk patted his back and smiled. It was going to be a good day.