It Has Always Been You

chap 3: Joy

Note: the picture and song above may be misleading. Art by Litarnes on Instagram. (Wip)

Bring me Joy

{Lance chap<3}

"I bet you four space games that you can't eat three whole bowls of Coran's food goo cooking." Katie smirked.

"Well dont get ahead of yourself sister," Lance smacked his hand down on the table. "But only if there's DD involved."
Keith spoke up from the other side of the dining table, confusion written in his voice. "What is DD?"

"Its a dating simulator," Their famous Yellow paladin walked into into the massive room, apron and a food tray present. "About dads really. DD stands for Dream Daddy. Honestly Lance used to play it all the time until Iverson found one day when he started screaming at 2 am."

"What?!" The blue pilot screeched, jumping out of his seat, letting the Altean chair falling backwards with a bang. "Craig is a very nice guy and he just took me by suprise at the Waterfall okay!" He stuck his tongue out before sitting back down.

"Plus he loves his children very much."

"Why Craig though? I think Damien would be so much better for you." Pidge snorted from next to the pouting boy.

"You know what, go take your emo and give it to Mullet douche over there." he waved his hand. "Form an evil cult or something that emo people like you two do."

"Top ten anime betyral dude, and by a lady. What an interesting life you live."

They all laughed together at Hunks joke.

"Alright, let's get this food goo action goin!" Katie stood, hopping onto the table before they mockingly air thrusted.

"Hell yeah," lance grinned, picking up the heavy seat he had knocked over moments ago. "Time to get these paws of mine dirty!"

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"Ughhh." The Cuban boy groaned from the floor, covering his face with his hand from the cruel faces. "Why guys, why did you let me do this." He dragged out the 's'. "Sorry Craig, but you'll have to wait." He hadn't finished like said.

A hearty Laughter rang through the room, bouncing off the walls and straight to lances ears.

"You'll be okay," a large form knelt, hovering over him. "Heres some tea, it'll help you digest faster." Their tone was soft, drawing in lance's attention.

Oh.

When did he get there?

"Shiro?!" Blue orbs went wide and he sat up panicked, banging heads with the black paladin.

"Ah- I'm so sorry!" The over stuffed male cried out as he witnessed his hero pressing a metal palm to the bump that'll definitely color later.

Shiro grunted in reply, though a small smile was claiming his face by the second.

He looked at lance with one gentle stormy eye, his other being covered by the wrists of his mechanical prosthetic, the black rings bent for position.

"I'll be fine, it's you that I'm worried about." The leaders tone was soft, but it left no room for objection.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay." Lance spoke dumbly, eyes still locked with the deep grays that could forever trap him.