Langst One Shots

Langst/Lancelot 3/3

Part 3
Third Person POV

Keith was furious.

Three months.

Three MONTHS.

Lance was still missing. Well, not missing. He was with the Galra. That much he was sure. Shirt tried to convince him to think logically, but deep down he knew too.

Now this was old news, something established near the end of the first week of Lance's disappearance.

And Allura was losing interest.

To be technical, she got what she wanted. Lance was gone. The blue lion was empty.

So, Allura snuck out of her room in the dead of night ( or whatever time it was, there isn't really any difference in space.) and stepped towards the beautiful lion.

It was laying on its stomach, and although it was motionless, the metal beast looked almost peaceful; as though it were asleep.

Allura's ego either got the best of her, or she simply did not have the ability to read emotions as well as the superior paladin before her. She placed her tan hand on the lion's snout, causing it to almost golt awake.

It lifted its self on its highlegs, throwing Allura back in shock. It's deafening roar filled the almost empty castle, and as she had requested, the paladins came running to her call.

Allura's face drained of color as Keith came running through the door, followed by Shiro, Hunk, and Coran.

Keith was seeing crimson.

"YOU BITCH!"

Allura flinched, and she watched as the blue lion's partical barrier went up.

"I-I didn't-"

But it was too late. The damage was done, and the lion now accepted no paladin.

If looks could kill, Allura would be long gone.

And just as Keith was about to make that a reality, a small exasperated voice yelled through the halls.

"I FOUND HIM!"

Suddenly, she was no longer of importance, and Keith stopped in his tracks.

"Y-you what?"

Pidge came running in, someone still able to talk with being so out of breath.

"I....found....him."

Allura tried to get up, but Keith immediately pushed her back down.

"This isn't over."

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Lance was in absolute bliss. Pure Nirvana.

Lotor was the most romantic, kind, understanding person he had ever met. Save the fact that he was the son of a genocidal alien dictator, he was perfect.

And Lotor felt the same way... minus the dictator bit.

Lance was perfectly content with being his "prisoner" for the rest of his life.

He was currently lounging in the spaceship's spa (which he was very excited to find out was a thing) soaking in the strange pink water that they took from a recently conquered planet.

Conquered... right. It was easy to forget those kinds of things. Then again, he didn't want to remember.

The sank underneath the water, trying to push his hair back.