Langst One-Shots

Langst Seventeen Part Two - Hate To Say I Told You So

There is some mentioned and somewhat graphic attempted rape in this chapter. If you don't like that, I will put a warning before and a marker afterwards so you can scroll past it. As the author, I do not condone rape. If you've been raped, it's okay to get help. Don't rape people. It's not cool.

Lance stuck his hands in his pockets and stared at the grass. The bleachers out by the football field were still damp, but he brought a jacket to sit on. Keith fucking Kogane wouldn't find him here.

"Lance?" But Lotor might. Lance looked up towards Lotor and waved, faking a smile. It was too late to run now. If Lotor had seen him, he had nowhere to go. The one thing he had going for him, his virtual safe-haven with "Kekth" was ruined. Ruined by his friend's friend.

And his crush since sixth grade.

Lance had always liked Keith. He knew that Keith didn't know he existed. He then figured out that Keith very much knew of his existence - he just hated his guts for no reason.

"Hey Lotor." Lance sighed. He hadn't checked his phone in two days. Well, at least not his messages. Not his messages from Keith. He suspected it when Keith started rambling about "Asshole", but he should have seen it from the beginning. Everything they said fit together. They were so close, yet so far.

Lance wondered if before he was born, he had drawn the short straw in heaven. It was the only explanation of why everyone seemed to hate him.

Everyone except for Shiro, Pidge and Hunk, that is. Allura tolerated him, and Coran treated him like a son, but had only known him for a few months.

"What're you doing down here again?" Lotor looked at the empty football field and started to descend to Lance. The Cuban teen gritted his teeth and sat still. He would fight Lotor if he had to, but he had nowhere to run. The tall senior sat next to Lance.

"I'm trying to avoid someone." Lance was getting panicky now. He couldn't stand being around Lotor, not after what happened last time-!

[WARNING]

"Not me, right?" Lotor lifted Lance's chin and leaned closer. Lance tried to scoot away, but Lotor had him pinned down before he could move.

"Let me go!" Lance struggled against the boy's strong grip. Lotor laughed.

"Not a chance." He smiled, a cruel, twisted grin that matched his twisted soul. "Now, this can be easy, or this can be hard. What do you want?"

"I want you to leave me the fuck alone, you creep!" Lance yelped, trying to wriggle out of Lotor's grasp. Lotor growled at him, and Lance's heart skipped a beat. Why had he even come down here?! He knew that there was a chance Lotor would come down here. He should've just gone home...

"I didn't want to ask anyone else to help. I hoped this would be our moment, but... Zethrid, come here." Anna Zethrid, Lotor's favorite meathead walked down from the top of the bleachers. "Hold him."

"No, please!" Lance yelled. He hoped someone heard him, because Zethrid clapped a hand over his mouth immediately after he said that. Lotor smiled and snaked his hands up Lance's shirt.

"You seem nervous." He cooed. Lance glared at him. He chuckled and lowered his hands, moving them towards Lance's pants. Lance squirmed and tried to get away, but Zethrid's grip was strong.

Lotor slowly unzipped Lance's jeans and fingered Lance's crotch. He did this for a moment before pulling Lance's boxers down. Lance still hoped someone would find them, even though it was hours after school was out and long after football season...

Lotor pulled Lance's pants and boxers down to his knees. Lance seized his opportunity and kicked Lotor in the face as hard as he could. Lotor scowled.

"That didn't do you any favors." He snarled. Lance glared at him, unable to retort. Lotor grinned and focused on Lance's body again. He decided to tease Lance, caressing his skin gently, but pinching him every couple of seconds. Lane squirmed and struggled, but there was no getting out of this. It was only a matter of time before Lotor violated him further.

[It's mostly over now]

"Hey, Shi- what the fuck?!" To Lance's dismay, the voice of his rescuer belonged to Keith. Keith. Keith. The fact that Keith would have to see him like this was terrifying, almost more terrifying than being raped by Lotor for the second time. Almost, but not really.

"Mm!" Lance's panicked yell was muffled by Zethrid's hand. Lotor removed his hands - one thing that Lance was thankful for in this situation - and walked towards Keith.

"You didn't see anyone or anything here." Lotor smirked. "And if I hear otherwise, you can talk with Principal Zarkon, who I'm sure will set the facts straight."

"Fat fucking chance." Keith spat, punching Lotor in the face. The pale, long haired boy grunted and fell to the ground. "Damn, is he already unconscious?" Keith stepped over him and walked towards Lance, who was still being held down by a slightly panicked Zethrid. "Let go of him." Keith hissed. Zethrid smiled suddenly. Lotor had gotten up, was making his way towards Keith...

Lance's salvation fell to the ground with one swift kick to the back of the head. Now Lance was really panicking.

"Let's just get this over with." Lotor muttered, walking back over.

"Mmmmmm!" Lance tried to yell, but Zethrid's hand was still covering his face. Lotor smirked.

"Hey, Keith? Where'd you go?" Shiro's voice drifted over the field. Lance wasn't alone after all!

"Shit. Find him and get him to leave. I don't care what you do." He told Acxa, who ran off towards the direction Shiro's voice came from. Lance sucked in a big breath and made a deep, gutteral screech. As odd as it may have sounded, Shiro would at least know someone was there.

"Keith, was that you?!" Shiro's voice was laced with panic now. He stumbled into view and saw Lance, forcibly being held on the bleachers. He glanced at Lotor and how he was perched over Lance, Zethrid and how she was holding him down, and put two and two together.

"Oh my God, Lance!" Shiro glared at Lotor. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but you're going to regret this." Lotor only laughed in response.

"It's still four to one, even with Zethrid out. Maybe you'll take down two of us. But not all of us. Just walk away now and forget you ever saw this and everything will work itself out." Shiro looked at Lance's eyes. They stared back at him, big, blue and terrified.

"Hunk, come over here, now!" Hunk was Lance's beat friend. He had been since second grade, and was the strongest friend he had ever had.

Loud footsteps echoed across the field. Lotor scowled at Lance. "This isn't over." He took Zethrid and ran, leaving Lance half naked and curled up on the bleachers. Shiro ran over to him.

"Lance, are you okay?" Lance shook his head and started to sob.

"I... He..." Lance couldn't seem to gather his thoughts. He just kept seeing Lotor, grinning over him sign that horribly cruel smile.

"It's okay." Shiro wrapped him in a hug. "It's okay."

Hunk came over and helped pull his jeans back on. "I'm so sorry we didn't come looking for you sooner. I texted you asking about game night, since you never skip game night, and... We knew you liked to come here some times."

"Th-thanks." Lance sniffled.

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Shiro and Keith (who shared an apartment, as Shiro was already in college and needed a roommate) let Lance stay overnight. Keith let him take his room and slept on the couch.

Unsurprisingly, Shiro was the first one awake.

"Good morning!" He turned on the lights in the living room. "Wait, what the fuck?"

Part three coming soon.

Also the rape thing wasn't just thrown in bc i wanted it to be there. It's a big part of Lance's back story bla bla bla

More on that in part three.