- Langst One-Shots

Under Enemy Care {pt. 2} [🍁]

[Trigger Warning: Mentions of self harm]

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Lotor had been off on 'business' at the moment, which had been happening very often lately. Lance stayed in bed, watching the TV that his Galran family had been so kind to have installed for him. His leg was elevated, as he'd wandered sleepily to a hallway and stumbled down at least two flights of stairs and left with only a broken leg. This resulted in guards having to stand present outside the door whenever Lotor wasn't around, and even if he was.

Lance groaned. He was hungry, but didn't really wanna ask for food. He couldn't get up and wander the halls, as Lotor had prohibited him from leaving bed on his own. The Cuban boy huffed, crossing his arms as he looked at his wounded leg. Suddenly, he broke down into tears.

He didn't know why, but he just couldn't stand it. Had Lotor really been going out on business trips, or had he been lying to Lance? Was he getting too annoying? Maybe Lotor just wanted to get rid of him? Lance shook his head.

No. He thought sternly. I'm not going to be useless any longer. And with that, he cut down his leg, flinching slightly at the impact of the bed. He flung himself off of the bed and grabbed his Galran crutches.

He hurriedly searched for any way of escape, because he certainly couldn't walk out the front door, could he?

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Lance wandered down the hall into an escape pod. Where in the Galaxy was he going? Why he had no clue. He planned on shooting it out and letting himself wander aimlessly in space.

His escape was simple. The Galra are giant cats, all he had to do was throw a laser yarn ball and go the other way. Quite convenient, really.

Lance hopped into the ship, firing it off before noticing the ship departing in front of him. He crashed into the ship, his head colliding with his controls, causing his to black out as the system failed.

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"L....L..nc... LANCE!" Lance jumped up, instantly bashing his head into someone else's head as he groaned. He felt the blood oozing out of his head. "Lo-lo..?" He squinted his eyes as the bright lights blinded him. "Lance you're ok!" They screamed, wrapping their small arms around his waist and crying into his stomach.

Wait, Lance knew that voice.. was that... "P-Pidge?" Lance stuttered, his eyes now open and adjusted to see Keith rubbing his forehead and groan before his eyes lit up at Lance. Keith instantly reached up and grabbed Lance's face, pulling him into a deep kiss.

Lance's face lit up, quickly pushing Keith away in embarrassment, guilt lining in his stomach. His eyes water as he covered his mouth. "W-why..? Why now?" His body began to shake as he sobbed, picking himself up and (somehow) bolting for his room if he could even remember where it was after all this time.

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"WHERE IS HE!?" Lotor's voice rung through the hallways, the floor shaking as he slammed his fist against the wall.

"S-sir.." a small voice muttered. "What?" Lotor snarled. "U-um.. There was a p-pod launched a few Vargas ago... Sir Lance was seen entering it, sir." The alien whispered.

"Where did it land!?" Lotor pressed, grabbing ahold of the anxious blue Alien. "U-uh, well.. It crashed into a departing ship, the controls seem to have been damaged and it floated until Princess Allura's ship picked him u—"