So my word for the Lancelot fic thing is Party! :>>>>>>>>>>
Hmmm…
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Lance felt alive.
He could feel the beat of his heart pumping inside his chest, the rush of blood within his ears as he lost himself in the crowd, thrashing around to the beat of the music. He could feel the ground moving under his feet everytime they touched the floor, the ground vibrating little by little as the beat rattled throughout Nyma’s house, and the air, as stuffy as it was from all the bodies and sweat, was electric. He could practically feel the energy in the air, tingling against his skin, feeding him with what he needed, prickling his skin as it rushed to his system, flowing in his veins and straight to his heart. With all the radiance around him, it was hard not to feel alive, like he could never stop living, but he was missing something. Someone to complete him.
He looked over to the back wall, where it was less crowded and easier to breathe. There.
Lance didn’t know why, but every time he laid eyes upon him, it was as if everything around him suddenly shifted into slow motion. It was happening again tonight as he headed towards him, the flashing, neon blue party lights reflecting off his platinum blond hair, a color that contrasted beautifully with his olive skin. He was holding a red solo cup in his hand, half full leaning against the wall like any teenage wallflower at a party. He wasn’t interested in the contents. As he got closer, Lance could make out his face, the pretty cheekbones he loved, the deep, indigo eyes he always lost himself in. And a single tear running down his face.
“Oh, Lotor,” Lance whispered to him, standing on his tippy toes so he could reach his ear.
Lotor looked at him, his expression pained from carrying the weight of a heavy heart. Another tear fell, and Lance kissed it away with soft lips.
“I don’t want to go,” he said, breathless as if he’d just run a thousand miles. “I don’t want to leave.”
“Then come party with me, baby,” Lance told him, cupping his hands around his face, his thumbs rubbing across the cheekbones he loved so much, “Let’s get wild one last time. Dance with me. Lose yourself with me. Stay with me.”
Lotor swallowed the sob that threatened to burst out of his throat. “Lance…”
“Love me.”
He dropped the cup. The contents spilt out, like a sheet of thin, liquid glass, and he could see himself in the reflection. The light in his eyes was dying, his heart was dying, he was dying. Lotor was dying, but he had a most beautiful angel next to him, trying to save him.
“Love me, Lotor.”
He couldn’t stay, and Lance knew that. Lotor’s parents had a leash around his neck, choking him as they dragged him wherever they wished. He was nearly out of breath, out of the will to stay alive, but his darling called out to him, lulling him out of death’s grasp once more. Lotor knew he didn’t have much time, that Lance couldn’t possibly save him now, and perhaps Lance knew that as well. Whether he did know it or not though, Lotor decided he would use up his last breath of air loving him, loving his darling Baby Blue one more time.
“Love me.“
“I love you.”
Lance and Lotor were the lost lovers, but it had seemed that they had found each other right then and there. There was a fire burning within their hearts, trying so hard to stay lit with one heart slowly dimming down, but Lance was determined to keep it lit, to keep it going for one last night. If it had to go out, Lance wanted it to go out bursting into flames.
Lance kissed him, kissed him hard and kissed him good. Lotor kissed him back, trying to pour every ounce of love and life he had left into it. It wasn’t enough for them, nowhere near, and somehow, they ended up in a corner, making out like it was the last day on earth, partying like there was no tomorrow.
Somehow, Lotor’s jacket ended up on the floor.
Somehow, they ended up at the top of the stairs.
Somehow, they ended up in a random bedroom. Lights off, door locked.
Obviously, a kiss wasn’t enough.
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Lotor could feel the sunlight shining through his shut eyelids, and he tightened his eyes even more shut, before finally daring to peek through slowly, letting his eyes adjust to the sunrise. It gave himself some time to adjust to his surroundings as well, and here is what he learned:
He was clothed…somehow.
His body was moving.
He was in a car.
Lance was driving.
Lance was beautiful.
They were on the outskirts of town, almost heading into miles of nothing to see but the desert mountains.
“Lance…?” he asked, his voice a bit raw, still sleepy.
“I couldn’t let you go, Lotor,” he said, keeping his eyes on the road, though there was nothing up ahead for miles. “I had to keep you. I’m not letting them have you.”
They were running away.
Lotor could only stare at Lance incredulously, unable to speak a word.
“I know you’re angry,” Lance continued, “But I had to Lotor. You are the only good thing in my life, and I can’t handle-”
Lotor shut him up, pressing a chaste, almost innocent kiss to his lips, murmuring a soft thank you as he pulled away. Lance only nodded rapidly, unable to speak for a while, but managed to pull himself together again.
“So did you like the party?” he asked.
Lotor made a sound. “I think I’ve had better experiences,” he admitted. “I mean, last night was a bit…”
“Stressful?” Lance suggested.
“Something like that. But the end was…well, I enjoyed it very much.”
Lance smiled at that, just a tiny bit.
“Hey, Lottie?” Lance asked.
“Yes?” Lotor answered, blushing at the pet name. Lance only used it when they were alone, which wasn’t very often.
"I’m going to take you to so many parties,” Lance declared, watching the Arizona sun go higher and higher up above the mountains. “I’m going to so many, and try to make each and every one of them the best, because you deserve only the best. God, Lotor, you are the best!”
Lotor watched him ramble on, the corners of his mouth curving upwards more and more as he listened, surprised he could mean so much to someone. He had never stayed in one place for enough time to mean anything to anyone; Arizona was his longest home: one year. And in one year, everything changed, thanks to Lance, who had tried to hard to break his shell and succeeded, and then tried to win his heart and won. It was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him, Lance was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him. Lance didn’ t know it, but Lotor was already experiencing the best party ever, and it came in the form of a person: Lance. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.~
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ASNSSNSMSDMSK I’M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE AHHHH!!!!
I’ve literally had this in my drafts forever because I wasn’t sure about it and I didn’t want to give you a shit story. Then I got a beta and they edited it and assured me it was good, so this is what I’ve got for you!
Idk if this is what you had in mind; I myself am still reeling, but I’m sorry I made you wait so long. I sincerely hope this makes it up to you!
Also: A VERY BIG thank you to @astrangeevent02 for beta-ing this short! I really appreciate it, and I definitely could not have done this without you.
