Langst One-Shots

Great Stories and a Crew to Match

Lance's eyes wandered over the crowd. Suddenly, he went slack as a group of people caught his eye.

Oh shit.

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Lance took a deep breath as he stared out into space. He tried to close his eyes and pretend he was anywhere else, but he knew it would hurt too much when he was forced to face the hard truth.

The observation deck was cold and lonely, which only ended up making him feel worse. Three of the mice were perched in various places on his legs while the fourth one was nestled into his hand. The comfortingly soft feeling of it's light fur almost made Lance smile.

Almost.

One of the mice crept up onto his shoulder and booped his cheek. It then gently curled itself against his neck with a small sigh. Lance opened his eyes slightly, storms of blue hiding behind false happiness. He uncupped one hand and carefully ran his fingers through it's fur, making sure not to startle either of the small mammals.

Lance closed his eyes once more, drifting into his thoughts. Surprisingly, his mind was rather empty instead of being filled with clips of his comrades' insults and derogatory comments.

Wow.

Lance was a bit shocked at his newest revelation. He almost got up, but he decided to stay seated. Tears slightly broke from the mask of cheer.

He doesn't consider them family anymore. Hell, he doesn't even  consider them friends anymore.

Damn. That is fucked up, even for him.

Well, it isn't really his fault. Ever since Shiro came back, he was basically ignored from the start.

Hunk ditched him to talk science with Pidge, occasionally throwing a glare his way whenever he asked to hang out with them. Pidge pretty much looked him in the eyes and told him to leave, Hunk agreeing as well. Keith clung to Shiro like tape, fighting off any attempts he made to train with either of them. Shiro scolded him and him only after missions that went wrong and the others treated him like scum. Red was still there for him, but she thought of him as a weak paladin.

The only people who made time for him were Coran and Allura.

Coran would always include him, whether mentioning his name in a conversation or defending him from the criticising remarks thrown at him. He also listens to Lance's stories when he gets homesick. He pays good attention and even brings up things from tales the Cuban male told weeks ago. Lance truly appreciated everything he has done.

Allura was different. Not in a bad way, of course.

She was like his older sister Sofia. The way they walked, the way they talked and the way they comforted him were all the same.

That is not why Lance hangs out with Allura, though.

Allura is his best friend. She has been there for him since he was taken to the castle. She, like Coran, listens to his stories and memories, but she goes beyond just listening.

She paints out detailed images from what she knows about his family using only stories. She almost always gets every little thing right in her art, even remembering the shell earrings his little sister Chloe wore and the signature wink his father had.

The first time he saw one of her pieces, it almost made him cry.

Scratch that. It DID make him cry.

It looked just like a picture taken right from a Polaroid, and Lance couldn't have made it any better himself.

It was a masterpiece.