Langst One-Shots

Not So Bad, Is It?

Has a nice ending bc I'm nice and it's Christmas.

Also it may be confusing I wrote the second half of it just now (I'm supposed to be asleep oh well). I'll edit it in the morning/afternoon.

Lance hated Christmas. He hated everything about it - from the decorated green trees to the happy carolers to the greedy children. He hated it all, so it was no wonder that when Hunk suggested the paladins show Coran and Allura what Christmas was, Lance didn't want any part in it. He shook his head politely and walked out.

"Lance, just because you're too lazy to work on it doesn't mean you're not a part of this team. We want you to be here with us when we celebrate," Pidge had said, joking about the lazy part. She of all people knew how hardworking Lance was.

"I know, I know," Lance had responded, turning around just before he turned the corner. "I just have a lot on my plate right now." And with that, he walked out, sighing a breath of relief.

The next day, he saw Pidge and Keith planning between missions. Fitting, seeing as they were the green and red paladins. Lance pretended not to see them, as even the thought of Christmas made him feel uneasy. He didn't want to celebrate it ever again.

"Hey, Lance? So, Pidge and I are going to get some presents for everyone... Could you distract Coran so he doesn't notice we're gone?" Shiro came to him the next day. Lance's stomach churned. Okay, so we're doing this.

"Won't Allura have to open a wormhole?" Lance asked, trying to dissuade Shiro from the festive mission of doom.

"No, we're right next to a trading Galaxy." Shiro said simply. Lance searched for another excuse.

"What if we get attacked?" he asked, internally proud of his ingenuity.

"The galra are spread so thin right now that you'll be fine. And if you're not, we would be close enough to pick up your calls on our lions," Lance cursed at Shiro's well-rounded plan.

"Okay, I suppose I can do something," Lance finally gave in, not wanting to tip Shiro off about his extreme hate for the December holliday.

"Thanks a million! Don't worry, I'll pick out something good for you," Shiro said, walking down the hall. Lance sighed and started walking towards the med-bay, recalling how Coran had expressed interest in cleaning the pods again.

"Hello, Lance!" Coran said cheerfully as the blue paladin entered the room.

"What's up, Mustache Man?" Lance said, walking over to him.

"Er, not much..." Coran twirled his mustache, looking confused at Lance's reference to his signature facial hair.

"Well, do you want to play Killbot Phantasm with me?" Lance asked. "It's a, uh, traditional earth game." Coran's eyes lit up. For some reason, he had recently become very interested in Earth culture (Lance blamed it on Pidge and her memes). He felt a little bad for lying, but it technically was a traditional Earth game.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Coran gasped, clapping his hands together. "I'd love to play with you, Lance. It would be an honor," he fell into a deep bow, and Lance couldn't help but wonder, if only for a moment, how Coran came to be so flexible.

"Jeez, you get too excited about this stuff," Lance rolled his eyes. "Meet me in my room, I have it set up in there already. Oh, and I call first round!"

Coran was already racing down the hallway, and Lance had to fire on all cylinders to catch up with him - the man was surprisingly fast. Lance groaned - his asthma would be killing him by the time he got to his room.