Hey, tory. Existential Anon here. Can you write some Allurance for me? I'm feeling like shit and some angst mixed with fluff would help a lot.
(AN: Ah existential anon I missed you! Sorry you’re feeing so down! You’ve got it! Sorry, this took so long I had finals and some packing to do today! I’ve never written Allurance before but I hope you like it!)
Lance missed Earth. He missed Earth every minute of every day. It was something he tried hard to hide, to keep the team’s spirits up. That was what he was good at, making sure Pidge laughed or Shiro rolled his eyes. Add a little something normally to flying around giant lions in a castle ship.
But same days it got the best of him. Days like today were especially hard. He missed the rain on his face, the sand in between his toes. He missed the way his sister would climb on his back and beg to play space cadets. He even missed the sound of horns blaring and traffic lights that took too long.
Allura found him laying in the main cabin, scrolling through the planets and staring longingly at Earth: so far away it seemed impossible to reach again. It was unusual to see him so pensive.
“Lance? Are you feeling ill?” the princess asked, sitting beside him.
He gave a half-hearted grin, “Nothing your pretty face can’t fix.”
She rolled her eyes, gently placing a hand on his head. “I miss Altea dearly. I miss the way the flowers smell. I miss my father and mother and all the familiar things. It’s strange having nowhere to call home now. But when we defeat Zarkon, you’ll go back to Earth. Your home will never have the same fate as mine.”
“You think so?” He seemed brighter now. His smile was genuine again.
“I know it for certain.” Before she left, she placed a tender peck on his cheek. It was so quick, Lance swore he must have been dreaming. But the blush on the princess’ face told him otherwise.
(AN: I hope you enjoyed! I take requests so hop into my ask box whenever!)