Under the Radar (Lance x Reader) -Spy AU

Chapter 4

Edited: 4/12/20. Fixed a plot error.

          Keith was sitting in one of the comfy leather chairs in the lobby when he saw Lance and (Y/N) walk out of the elevator. Lance had his arm around (Y/N) and was giggling and laughing with her. Keith's heart felt heavy. (Y/N) used to give him all of her attention, giggling at him and throwing some heartfelt compliments his way, but now it seems as if she was too busy with Lance. Granted, it was part of their job to act like a couple, but Keith was still uncomfortable with it anyway.

The two walked up to him, with Lance's arm still around (Y/N). Keith flinched. His violet eyes met (Y/N)'s (e/c) ones. "Hey, Keithie. You look really cute." She said flirtatiously, pointing to his black collared shirt. The sunny disposition that Lance was sporting merely a moment ago suddenly vanished, as he stood there with a hurt expression on his tanned face.

Keith, on the other hand, smiled. A soft pink blush spread across his face. "T-Thanks. You look good too." He said complementing her tight fitting (f/c) dress. Lance butted in. "We should get going." He said curtly. He took a hold of (Y/N)'s hand and gave Keith a look. Keith looked down at his watch, still in a little bit of a daze. "Yeah..." he muttered. He stood up and followed the two out of the hotel.

Keith's mind was still on the fact that (Y/N) called him "Keithie." Normally, he would be super pissed if he heard someone call him a nickname like that, but since it came from (Y/N), he secretly liked it.

The three walked to the Metro station that was near the hotel and eventually arrived outside the Moulin Rouge. (Y/N) was zoning out when she accidentally ran into a tall figure. "Pardonnez-moi." She muttered. She looked up to see a tall man with long white hair and his auburn eyes glance down at her, his expression unreadable. He didn't reply as he walked away hastily.

"I think that's them." She heard Keith say. He gestured to a woman who was hanging around the front entrance of the Moulin Rouge. She had white hair and beautiful dark skin. With her was a stocky short man who was balding, and a man with the most majestic handlebar moustache (Y/N) had ever seen.

The woman smiled up at them. "Oh! Good to see you all again! You all look lovely as usual. Come! Let's go!" she said in an obnoxiously loud, crass British accent. The three followed her to an alleyway about two blocks from the theater. As they stepped into the alley, (Y/N) wondered if it was a trap.

Her suspicions were dismissed when the woman pulled out a badge from her pocket. "Special Agent Allura Daibazaal. Interpol. Grand Theft Division." She said flashing her badge at the three. Her British accent wasn't fake after all.

"Sorry about leading you all to this...dank alley. I didn't want us to be out in the open discussing this." She said chuckling slightly. She gestured to the man with the spectacular moustache on her left. "This is my partner."

The man flashed his own badge. "Sir Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe. Interpol. Grand Theft and Larceny Division." "Sir?" Lance questioned out loud. Coran pinched the end of his moustache. He looked offended. "Of course! Her majesty doesn't give knighthoods out to just anybody, lad. Try working in Special Operations in the RAF for ten years!" he scoffed.

"Black ops. Cool." (Y/N) said. She could have sworn she heard something along the lines of "I want a knighthood." escape from Lance's lips. Allura gestured to the man on her right. "This is our client. Roger Bourne." The short stocky man looked up at the three. "Hi." He said simply. He looked scared.

Keith shook Allura's hand. "Keith Kogane. I'm the Lieutenant for the Foreign Affairs Division for the Defense Security Agency. Nice to meet you." Allura smiled, "Likewise." She then paused and looked into Keith's eyes with a confused expression. "Nice eyes..." she muttered.