English Is Hard, Okay?! Langst Prompt Fill
For the anon who wanted a story where Lance had a hard time speaking English and the paladins teasing him for it.
Lance walked into the kitchen one morning with dark circles under his eyes. He trudged over to get a bowl and began filling it with food goo.
“You look like shit, Lance” Keith teased, trying to egg Lance into one of their normal fights. The other paladins ignored the banter, used to the Red and Blue paladins fighting.
“Yeah, I know. I don’t feel like fighting today, Keith, sorry,” Lance said, trying to get his food goo and leave as quickly as possible.
Keith frowned. Lance wasn’t playing along.
Usually this kind of stuff cheered the Blue paladin right up!
“Wake up on the wrong side of the bed? I was just teasing, you just look a little tired,” Keith said, trying, again, to lighten the mood.
“No, you know what Keith? I didn’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed I woke up in the wrong fucking bed after a dream where I had to watch my family die!
And I can’t even know if they’re actually alive because I’m not even in the same fucking galaxy as them and I didn’t want to fight and I thought I made that clear when I literally told you I didn’t want to but obviously I was wrong.
Hopefully I made it clear this time so I can go eat in my room and nobody will bother me,” Lance said calmly. The lack of emotion in his voice was unnerving. He took his bowl, grabbed a spoon, and left the room.
The other paladins glanced at each other with wide eyes as they watched the usually energetic and fun paladin walk off to his room.
Keith ate the rest of his meal with his head down, and nobody dared to break the tense silence.
After breakfast everyone broke off to work on their own projects or do whatever they needed until group training.
A few hours later, everyone was waiting in the training room for Lance. He walked in about ten minutes late, dressed in workout clothes the castle provided. He stared silently at the ground as Allura began to lecture him on his tardiness.
Training began with a few warm up laps around the room.
Lance visibly pulled himself together and worked a smile onto his face.
He nudged Pidge as he passed her, and high fives Shiro as he passed him.
Lance always enjoyed this portion of training since he was undeniably the fastest paladin (without their lions anyway).
When they slowed to a stop after five laps, Allura directed everyone to different parts of the room to work on things each were bad at.
Lance was shown the middle of the room, to fight close range with the gladiator. Hunk gave Lance a sympathetic glance.
Lance fought the gladiator for almost two hours. The other paladins had been allowed a break when they managed to finish whatever task they were given, but Lance had been at a stalemate with the damn gladiator.
The blue paladin began to slow down due to exhaustion, and the gladiator got in one well placed hit before it shut down.
Lance plopped himself down on a bench with the rest of the paladins as Allura and Coran talked.
Shiro leaned forward to look at Lance, whose eyes were closed as he leaned against the wall.
“Hey, you did good, buddy,” Shiro said, knowing that Lance had worked harder than any of them had that day.
Lance opened his eyes at the praise. He was sure he was going to get scolded for losing, and a smile worked it’s way onto his face.
“Thanks, Shiro. You did really well too. Hunk, you were really awesome with that thing you were running on.”
Pidge barked out a short burst of laughter.
“What was Hunk running on, again, Lance?” Pidge asked, barely concealed laughter coloring her voice.
“Um the thing where the ground moves so you can run in place?” Lance explained, frowning.
“Oh my god, Lance doesn’t know what a treadmill is!” Pidge shouted, cackling.
Her laughter prompted everyone but Lance to laugh along with her. Everyone had needed a laugh after a tense morning and a hard workout.
The laughter died down and Hunk looked over to see that Lance had tears in his eyes and his muscles were tensed.
“Hey, Lance, buddy, you alright?” Hunk asked, drawing the team’s attention.
Lance shook his head.
“I know it’s stupid and you guys think I’m stupid but it’s really fucking hard sometimes. I never learned the damn word.
Just like I don’t know what half the stuff Hunk and Pidge are talking about because I learned science and engineering and math in Cuba. In SPANISH.
I have to translate everything I’m thinking into a different fucking language because I grew up with no English at all!
And when I got to the Garrison I had to deal with people’s bullshit on my accent and how I couldn’t speak English correctly and I thought you guys didn’t care about stuff like that but maybe I just hadn’t messed up yet!
I’m sorry I suck at English and I forgot what a fucking treadmill is, but I promise you, I didn’t forget because I’m stupid. I remembered what to say in Spanish.
I’m sorry if my explanation wasn’t good enough, but I’m pretty sure you guys wouldn’t have understood it if I told you Hunk was running on a cinta de correr!!!” Lance yelled, taking a few deep breaths as he finished ranting.
Lance stood there, fuming for a few moments, tears openly streaming down his face. Everyone stared in shock, unsure what to make of Lance’s outburst.
The blue paladin waited for someone to say something, and when no-one did he bolted from the room, eyes wide and terrified.
Hunk ran after him after a moment. He knew exactly where his best friend would be.
Thanks for this prompt! Hope you like it! I’m thinking of posting a part two?