Langst One-Shots

Girly Boy?

I know last chapter was dark, but here is some light. There is still Langst, but it has a good and funny ending and some good bonding between Lance and Allura. TW. Minor swearing, person being a bigot, and hatred towards wearing clothes of the opposite gender. This will also be the last chapter for today, I believe.

Lance watched in slight envy as the bottom of Alluras' dress beautifully twirled around her as she pivoted to the side. He wished he could wear something like that without getting criticised.

He knew exactly what they all would do.

Pidge and Hunk would laugh at him, Keith would look at him in disgust and call him names, Shiro would be disappointed, and Allura would blame him for 'making fun of females'.

The poor teen just wanted to wear nice clothes!

Tears slowly fell down his face at the prospect that he would never be able to dress how he wanted. He slowly fell deeper into his mind, closing out the sounds of the outside world.

Lance failed to notice the tan hand that carefully rose towards him.

When he snapped back from his thoughts, the first thing he felt were warm hands on his face. They seemed to be wiping his tears.

Lance blinked his eyes clear and looked down slightly at Allura, who gazed back at him with a concerned expression. Her hands left his face and were soon around his right wrist.

Without speaking, the princess dragged him into her room and gently let go of him. His eyes never left the floor as she sat down on her bed.

"Lance, what is wrong? Did I do something?"

Lance, panicking, quickly denied any claims involving that what just happened was her fault. Taling a deep breath, he sighed and sat down next to Allura. She could sense he was reluctant, but she didn't push him. Lance appreciated that.

They sat there for a bit, the silence surprisingly not being awkward. Lance decided to fess up.

"I... really wanted to wear your clothes. They are so pretty, and look comfortable.."

Allura was confused, so Lance explained what he was talking about.

"Back on Earth, people tend to wear clothes meant for their gender, although some peoole don't. I am one of those people. I have always loved dresses and blouses and crop tops, but because apparently that makes me 'gay' and 'weak', I was forced to don male attire." After he finished speaking, Allura put a hand up as if to stop him. Going to her closet, she pulled out as much clothing as possible before laying it next to Lance. Her smile brightened the room as three words flew from her mouth:

"Go for it!"

Lance, like a kid on Halloween, jumped up and let a true grin split across his face. He quicky hugged the awesome woman before him and almost cried at the thought of trying on all of those clothes.

Grabbing the first outfit he saw, he darted to the bathroom attached to her room. He closed the door before quickly stripping. When he put it on, his hand flew to his mouth and he almost started crying. He looked so good. He FELT so good. Allura happily squealed when he strutted into the room.

This continued for hours, and both Human and Altean were dressed up by the time it was over. Lance had done Alluras' hair into a waterfall braid, making Allura tear up as she looked in the mirror. Both had painted nails and a bit of makeup on, and both looked hot.

"We look so good!" Lance exclaimed, throwing his hands onto his hips and striking a pose.

"Yes, we do!" Allura agreed and the two embraced eachother happily.

"You can come in here any time, Lance! This was fun! It was like having a sibling!"

Lance thanked the princess a million times, and just as she was about to respond, the door swung open.

At the threshold of the room stood all four other paladins and Coran with slightly shocked looks on their faces.

Lance fell silent and began to cower behind Allura as they entered. Allura stood tall and slightly annoyed.

"Who gave you permission to enter my room unannounced?" She snarled at the paladins, discluding Coran, seeing as he was basically her uncle.

"We just... Lance is that you?" Shiro attempted to change the subject onto Lance, causing said boy to hide further behind the princess. Tears stung his eyes as he hid his face into Allura's back.

"Come out, Lance." The commanding tone in Shiro's voice made Lance slowly stand up and step out. Gasps were heard as his eyes met the floor.

Lance was wearing a beautiful black, blue and purple galaxy dress with pretty black flats. The blue and purple were somewhat combined, making them look like a swirl of colour along a black sky. The Cuban male was wearing light makeup that perfectly accentuated his dress. His eyes matched the blue of the dress, which alnost made them look mesmerising.

"Lance... you..." The group was speechless as they thought to themselves.

The first person who snapped out of their mind was Hunk, who smiled warmly at the male before him. Hunk would always support anything his friends did, no matter how... different.

Coran was next, who let a small smile grace his face at the thought of Allura having somebody to hang out with and dress up with, seeing as Pidge didn't like those kinds of things.

The others slowly came back from their minds, and now Keith was the final person.

As he blinked, a slight hint of disgust was clear on his face as he looked over Lance again. Lance, still looking towards the ground, could tell by the humming sound Keith made that he was not happy.

"That is so girly. Are you gay, or something?" Keith's rude commet brought sharp intakes from everybody but Allura, who walked straight over to Keith. Allura had heard of the word from Lance, who explained what it meant and how it was used in insults.

"If he is, what is wrong with that?"

Keith just glared at Lance from in front of her before speaking once more.

"I didn't realize how much of a fucking pussy you really were, Lance. Pathetic. Weak and pathetic."

As soon as those words left his mouth, a fierce slap was harshly placed on his left cheek. Allura, being the sender, pushed the mullet boy back and went to hit him again.

A hand stopped her just before she could strike again.

Lance McClain stepped right up to Keith and looked him dead in the eye.

"Does this feel weak to you?"

Before anybody knew what happened, Keith was out cold on the floor, Lance's hand an angry red.

The others stood silently, not bothering to run to Keith's aid. He deserved it, after all.

The current red paladin spun on his heel and began to walk away.

Just before he left, he turned his head to look slightly back.

"Make sure to tell him that maybe he shouldn't judge a person by their sexuality or preferred clothes. Also, I bet he would love it if he woke up in a pretty pink dress."

Lance threw a wink over his shoulder and sashayed right out the damn door.