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Lance loved Keith. Really, he did. Even when they butt heads, or insulted each other, or even talked shit behind each other’s backs, he really fucking loved Keith. So, it was a shock to him when a fed up Shiro banged on his door a few hours after dinner, his usually composed facade thrown away for barely concealed anger. Lance felt himself take a step back when he felt the annoyance roll off of him.

“What can I do for you, my man?” He stuttered out. Shiro pushed himself into the small room, pushing his human hand through his hair. “Alright,” Lance said, confused. “Make yourself at home?” The statement came out more like a question as he pressed the pressure tile, closing the door behind him.

“We’ve gotta talk.” Shiro fumed. Lance shorted.

“Yeah, obviously.” Lance rolled his eyes. At that, Shiro’s Galran arm began to glow its signature purple. sending a shiver down Lance’s spine.

“Don’t interrupt me,” He gritted out through clenched teeth. “Not right now.”

Lance felt his heart leap into his throat. The intensity of his glare shocked the younger boy into silence. He felt the air around him thicken. He couldn’t seem to force it down his throat and into his lungs. His head was getting lighter as he stared at the person who looked like Shiro but didn’t feel like him.

“You can’t keep fucking with Keith.” Lance felt his face upturn in confusion at this.

“Keith?” He muttered. “What the hell are you even saying?” Shiro shook his head.

“Every night, without fail, Keith shows up to my room and complains about you.” Shiro stuck an accusing finger into Lance’s chest.

“He complains about me?” Lance asked, his voice soft. Shiro groaned.

“Oh God, I don’t get how he puts up with your shit. Really, I don’t.”

Now, Lance would like to think that he has some pretty tough skin, but when push comes to shove, he’s a fucking pansy. That, and hearing your own insecurities out loud can really deflate an ego.

So, Lance nodded, numbly. “I hear that.” He mumbled.

“Really, I don’t give a shit about whoever the hell Keith fucks,” Lance’s mouth fell open at that. “But I never thought he would pick someone so spineless. So greedy.” Lance winced.

“You just take and take!” Shiro threw his hands in the air. “When are you ever going to learn to give some?”

With that, he left Lance in his room, alone with tears running down his face.

…

Lance grew into himself since then. He made sure to take less from Keith. He got his own food and Keith’s. He did their laundry. He gave Keith head or just let Keith use him however he wanted and took a cold shower after. He made sure to put himself at Keith’s disposal.

He gave Keith all of his love and a kind and quiet ear as he spoke of his insecurities about being Shiro’s right hand man again. Lance cried to himself in the harrowing hours of the morning as to not take any of Keith’s valuable time and attention.

It was only a matter of time until he did something stupid. 

It was the middle of a battle. 

While the Galra empire had moved to the hands of Lotor and ultimately Voltron, many rebel factions still threatened to overthrow the new emperor. The strongest and most notable currently, was Haggar and Sendak’s crew. They were over five million strong and had a seemingly endless supply of quintessence to be used at their every whim.

The faction had attempted to invade a planet dedicated to the coalition so it really wasn’t a surprise that Voltron was called in to protect them. It also wasn’t surprising when the hot headed Keith dove into action, guns blazing without assessing the situation.

It was surprising, however, when Lance followed right after him, blindly into the fight. He equipped his jaw blades and zipped in front of his boyfriend, trying to keep him out of harm’s way. He heard Keith’s disgruntled yells over the explosions going on around him. Keith could be angry, as long as Lance wasn’t relying on the boy to hold up his dead weight.

Somehow, though, Keith managed to meet the business end of an ion canon, lion frozen in the moment.

Without thinking, Lance pushed Red out of the way and took the entire blow head on. He gave Keith all he had.

He heard a shocked “What the fuck?” from Pidge, earning her a soft chide from Shiro about her language, to which they promptly replied, “Shut the fuck up.” 

Keith, on the other hand, was too busy screaming out to Lance, begging to be heard, begging for an answer.

Around him, Blue was shutting down, her light’s flickering out as he felt life drain from his body. He hummed softly, something he did when he was scared, as he drifted for a moment. 

“This is it, huh girl?” He murmured. He felt her nudge the back of his mind. He knew what it meant though. She could be fixed and repaired. He would lose his life. He smiled softly. “Yeah,” he sighed. “That was pretty stupid back there.” He stared out through her eyes. “I did my best.” He laughed without humor. “I did what I could for the planet, for the team, for Keith-” He sucked in a breath. 

“I just hope it was enough.” He whispered. He felt himself leave, almost like falling asleep.

He was gone.

He gave all that he had to give.

Keith cried himself to sleep for months, only finding comfort in Shiro’s arms.

Keith regained his faith in the man as Shiro felt less and less like himself.

One day, he spoke at the table, something odd but all of the paladins were willing to go with it if it made their leader happy.

“Guys,” He smiled. “I think I want to go by my middle name.” He looked down at Keith who gave him a reassuring smile. “Call me Kuro.”

…

…

well theres my late, final submission to @klangst-week

i was in a bad shiro mood so heres that. 

anyway, i decided that after i post this i’m going to post the link to that blog that i was talking about so yeah watch out for that.

feel free to like and reblog! thanks for reading! i hope you enjoy!

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Klangst week day 7: Give/Take

Keith woke up next to Lance, who was still sleeping. He sat up, still thinking.

Why does he even like me…

Keith got out of bed quietly and walked to the bathroom, tears forming in his eyes. He ran the faucet and splashed his face with water, letting it drip down his face along with some tears. He looks in the mirror at himself as the voices start ringing in his head again.

you look like a Girl…

you’re Fat…

Ugly…

Emo…

Trash…

Pathetic…

Loner…

Homo…

Loser…

so Useless…

Hot-headed…

you’re Not meant to lead…

Drop out…

Keith started crying as he slammed his hands over his ears. He didn’t want to keep listening, but he couldn’t get those voices out of his head.

He doesn’t even love you…

Keith screamed and cried to himself. He was worthless. He didn’t deserve to be a paladin. Look at him - he was crying over some stupid voices in his head. Still…

Keith opened his eyes and looked over. There were a pair of scissors on the edge of the counter. He grabbed them and turned them continuously in his hands. He kept hearing those voices ringing as he opened the scissors and tied his signature mullet into a short ponytail. Tears rolled down his face as he closed his eyes, moved the scissors back and the scissors came down. He felt his hair fall loosely back to his neck. He looked in the mirror and cried; his hair was almost stuck to his neck. He fell to the floor in tears and covered his mouth with one hand, the scissors still in the other. He looked at his wrist, all his scars from previous habits, and considered going back to them when he heard the door open.

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Lance woke up to hear a soft scream coming from down his hall. He shot up and saw Keith wasn’t next to him, so he jumped out of bed and ran to the first room he saw a light in; The bathroom. Lance knocked on the door.

“Keith? Are you in there? It’s me, Lance.” He opened the door to find Keith on the floor, sobbing, scissors over his wrist. Keith’s head flung up and tears flew off his face.

“L-lance…” Keith’s voice was fragile and shaken. Lance stared for a moment, but quickly fell next to Keith and wrapped his arms around him. Keith’s tears fell silently against Lance’s chest and let Lance rub his back soothingly.

“Keith, what were you about to do?” Lance asked. Keith didn’t respond. He just continued sitting there, motionless, the tears flowing unnoticed down his face.

“Keith, please answer me. I need to make sure you’re okay.” Lance said quietly. That was when Keith broke. He sobbed against Lance, burying his head into his shoulder and wrapping his arms around Lance’s waist. His hands were on and off from gripping Lance’s jacket, as if he were trying to make sure he was there. Lance sighed; he was never going to get anything out of Keith when he was like this, so he’d have to wait until he’d calmed down. So that’s how they stayed for a while, with Lance comforting Keith. After a while, Keith’s sobs slowed to shaken breaths. Lance pulled back and for the first time, he got a good look at Keith. His eyes were sullen and his dark circles were showing. His eyes themselves were bloodshot from crying, and his face was paled. But it was only when he went to run his hand through Keith’s hair did he notice;

“What happened to your hair…?” Keith tilted his head down and looked away from him. Lance moved his hand from the back of Keith’s now exposed neck to his cheek.

“Keith, why did you cut it?” Lance felt something wet roll onto his hand and tilted Keith’s head upward to find his boyfriend crying. “What’s wrong? Why are you sad?” Keith shook his head and held the hand Lance had on his cheek. He wanted to apologize, but all that came out was a whimper.

“I-I…” Keith started, but he broke into a sob before he finished. Lance felt his heart shatter. He pulled Keith into a hug and rubbed his back soothingly.

“You know I love you, right?” That was when Keith broke. He started sobbing and hugged Lance, clinging onto him for dear life.

“I-I’m S-sorry… I- don’t d-deserve t-this…” he sobbed. Lance held his shoulders.

“Keith, what are you talking about?” Lance asked. Keith didn’t answer. He just started saying an jumble of words.

“I-I’m U-ugly… F-fat…e-emo… w-weak… t-trash…I-I’m n-not fit t-to lead… I-I…” Keith sobbed. Lance moved Keith’s face so he could face him and wiped Keith’s tears with his thumb.

“Keith, what are you talking about? You’re none of those things. Please don’t think of that of yourself.” Lance said softly. Keith tilted his head down and Lance pulled his head closer to his own, placing his forehead against Keith’s. “You are not ugly, or fat, or emo, or weak, or trash, and you are so fit to be the leader. Shiro wouldn’t have chosen you if you weren’t.” Keith didn’t respond. His lower lip trembled and his eyes pooled with tears. Lance smiled gently and ran a finger through Keith’s now-short hair.

“Short hair, huh? It looks nice. I preferred your Mullet, though. Now how am I gonna play with your hair?” He smiled. Keith closed his eyes and the tears fell rapidly. He tilted his head down, humiliated. He didn’t want Lance to see him like this, but Lance lifted Keith’s head with his hand.

“Hey, hey. None of that. Don’t cry, mi amor.” Lance placed his hand on Keith’s hand and rubbed it soothingly. Keith tucked his head down again.

“Keith…” Lance looked at Keith’s wrist to make sure there was nothing on his wrist. There were a few small cuts, but they didn’t look deep at all, thankfully. Lance was about to ask why Keith went back to cutting, but soon, hot tears fell onto Lance’s hand and Lance looked up to see Keith practically in hysterics. “Baby, please don’t cry. It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay.” Lance pulled Keith into a hug.

This time, Keith hugged back. “I-I’m sorry… Y-you shouldn’t have t-to deal w-with me…” He cried. Lance felt tears welling in his own eyes.

“Nonsense. It’s a part of the contract; I’m your boyfriend, so I’m glad to take care of you, just like I know you’d do for me.” With that, Keith broke down in Lance’s arms. His wails echoed through the bathroom and broke Lance’s heart.

“I’m s-sorry… I-I’m so, s-so sorry-y…” Keith bawled. Lance’s eyes started tearing up from hearing how afraid and broken Keith’s voice was.

“Hey, Hey. It’s okay, Keith. You’re okay. I’m right here. I’m always here if you need me.” Lance said, his voice cracking a few times. Keith clung to Lance as he started to calm down a little. Lance smiled and rocked the two of them back and forth until Keith finally fell asleep, his breathing calm and his face dry of tears. Lance smiled and pecked his head before lifting Keith up carefully and bringing him to bed. He placed him down gently and almost pulled up the covers, but he stopped himself to get a good look at his boyfriend. His sleeping frame was absolutely adorable. His arms were already starting to heal and he looked peaceful. Lance smiled and carefully crept into the sheets with him. He turned to see Keith asleep, his face like an angels, before Lance’s eyes started to close themselves.

AO3 Previous Day Day 8: AU - Sandwich @klangst-week

Lance stretched on his bed lazily waiting around. He tapped his fingers on the cover of his current read - A Theory on Alternate Universes by Katie Holt. He had to give it to her, Pidge was the only scientist that could convince a STEM panel filled with stuffy coats that String Theory was more than just theory and it showed in her book.

“What do you wanna get for lunch?”

He cocked his head to the side and saw Keith reading a book on Cryptids and Where Not to Find Them.

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “I’ll probably just read a little bit more and sleep.”

“Lance,” Keith groan out, pinching his nose, “We’ve been through this, did you Forget? Allura said if she finds out you’ve skipped another meal, she’s gonna sic Dr. Smythe on you.”

On cue, there was a knock on the door with was shortly followed by a dark-skinned, light-haired nurse bouncing in with a box in her hands.

“Hello boys, and how are we doing today?” She said with a dazzling smile.

(Lance’s POV cuz I forgot to write it in third person lol. Basically a captured Keith AU. Keith was in a healing pod and Lance went to sleep bc he was waiting for Keith to wake up but he was too exhausted to stay awake and Keith woke up while Lance was asleep)

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Klangst Week day 8: Free Write/AU

I woke up and immediately I heard a scream. I bolted up and ran to the healing room. I was rested and had much more energy than before, so I got there twice as fast. Keith was curled up in a corner, gripping his hair and screaming in fear whenever anyone got near him. He was crying and hyperventilating.

He was having a panic attack…

“What the hell happened?!” I shout. everyone but Keith looks at me, while Keith curls in on himself more and grips harder. I start moving towards him, but Shiro holds me back.

“Don’t, Lance. Every time we’ve tried, he’s screamed and got worse…” Shiro said. I pushed his hand out of the way.

“Trust me, Shiro. I know what I’m doing. My little sister had a panic disorder, so I know what to do to calm him down.” I said. “Let me do this.” Shiro looked at me before putting down his arm. I nodded a thank you before slowly making my way over to Keith. He looked up at me and backed away, only to realize he was already against the wall. His eyes widened and his skin was really pale other than his bright red cheeks and his bloodshot eyes from crying. I smiled gently at him and he started whimpering.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, Keith. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” I slowly went down to a knee in front of him, my hands hovering in front of me. Keith’s breathing calmed a little, but not enough. I gently lift my hand.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” I asked. I know for a fact that not everyone is okay with people touching them during a panic attack, so I always ask before touching or hugging them. Keith gave me a faint nod, and I cautiously wrapped my hands around him. Keith surprisingly flung his arms around me and started sobbing into my shoulder. He sounded terrified.

“P-please d-don’t let them h-hurt me…P-please… I d-didn’t m-mean to… I-I d-didn’t know!” Keith yelled. I rubbed his back gently while he cried. He was trembling and hyperventilating at this point.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I whispered. The number one thing my mom always told me to do if someone was having a panic attack was to let them know that they don’t have to stay where they are. Keith nodded quickly and gripped onto my shirt.

“Okay, come on.” I said quietly. I helped him up, but he immediately collapsed like he did in the galran ship. Only this time, he fell to his knees and slammed his hands over his ears, forcing his head down. He screamed and started sobbing hysterically.

“P-PLEASE D-DON’T HURT ME!! P-PLEASE I C-CAN’T!!! N-NO MORE, N-NO MORE!!!!” Everyone took a step back, including me, but it immediately went over me and I crouched down next to him, placing a hand gently on his back. I looked up at the others and knew that if Keith just wanted to be alone while I helped him, then…

“Could you guys leave for a bit…?” I ask. Everybody looked at me questionably before walking out. I sighed for a second before Keith screamed again. I jumped a little before trying to comfort Keith more. Keith was still hyperventilating and he was only getting worse, and in addition to the panic, he was a trembling, sobbing mess.

“Keith, look at me. Breathe- Hey,” I said, but Keith tried to bury his head deeper and gripped his hair tighter. I pried his hands off of his head and lifted his head with one hand. I used my other hand to lift his face. His eyes were wide in terror and I realized I was probably squeezing his hand too tight, so I loosened my grip, but Keith started whimpering again.

“- Hey, Keith, focus on me. I need you to focus. Can you look at me?” I ask gently. Keith’s eyes eventually made their way to me, and I sighed in relief. I rubbed his hand gently.

“Okay, that’s good. Now, I need you to breathe. Follow me, okay? Breathe in for four seconds, breathe out for eight. Follow me. Can you do that?” I demonstrated and soon, Keith followed.

“Good. Okay, you’re not hyperventilating anymore, that’s good.” I whisper. “Okay, Keith, can you name three things in the room?” I ask. He looks around the room, still shaking.

“I-I…” He stuttered. His breathing started picking up again and I rubbed his shoulder.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I’m right here. Don’t worry. Breathe. It’s okay, Keith, you’re okay.” I said. He calmed his breathing down, but he was still shaking. “Can you name three things you can see in this room?” I rub his hand gently.

“I-I see a-a H-healing pod…” Keith started. He was starting to shake less.

“Good, two more. What else?” I said gently.

“I-I see m-my hands…” Keith said. He was starting to calm down a little more. I smile.

“Okay, One to go. You can do this, Keith, I believe in you.” I say quietly. Keith went silent and started whimpering and shaking more. I was about to Tell him I was with him and he would be okay, when Keith’s eyes widened and he tried to get away from me, but he fell backwards. He started gripping his hair again. He rocked back and forth on his heels and started hyperventilating again. I took his hands and gently took off his fingers.

“Hey, no. Easy, Keith. Easy. You’re okay. It’s just your body preparing itself for defense. Nothing’s going to hurt you.” I say quietly. Keith shakily got up and he stood for a second, but his eyes rolled into his head for a second as he fell backwards.

“Oh shit-” I got up, quickly caught him and eased him to the ground. “Hey hey hey hey,  Easy. Shit, Okay, It’s okay. Calm down.” I said to him, although at this point, I didn’t know if I was calming him down or myself. Keith hid his face into my chest and whimpered, his whole body shaking. He was gripping my shirt and his eyes were closed, tears pouring down his face. I was cautious at first, but I eventually wrapped my arms around him.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, Keith. Shh, I got you, I got you. Shhhh.” Keith cried harder and regained his grip as if he was trying to make sure I was still there.

“Has this happened before, Keith?” He nodded rapidly and sighed as I shifted him up. I rocked back and forth, trying to soothe him. Keith was still sobbing into my chest and he was starting to hyperventilate again, so I did the only thing I could think of doing. While rocking him, I started singing to Keith. I didn’t know if it would work, but it was the only thing I could think of.

“Sleep on me, feel the rhythm in my chest, just breathe…” I heard Keith gasp lightly, but I kept singing.

“…I will stay so the lantern in your heart won’t fadeThe secrets you tell me I’ll take to my grave There’s bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway…” I felt Keith’s head hit my shoulder and he was trying to find a comfortable position while I continued. “And if you have nightmares, we’ll dance on the bed I know that you love me, love me Even when I lose my head Guillotine, guillotine Even when I lose my head Guillotine, guillotine Even when I lose my head…” I look down to see Keith asleep on my shoulder, his arms still wrapped around me. I smiled and lifted Keith into my arms. I carried him back to his room, which now didn’t feel so empty. I placed him in his bed and tucked him in. I wasn’t leaving him alone after what just happened. He looked so peaceful now, and I was so glad he was finally at peace. I kissed his forehead and whispered,

I miss you…

Day 5: Create / Ruin My fifth day for @klangst-week! :3

The concept is so sad like the others. Keith loves Lance a lot, but his feelings aren’t reciprocate. Lance loves Allura, so Keith “create” a happy life for Lance (by telling him that Allura feel the same) and “ruins” his own life… Yep, I don’t know where I found this ideas if I’m a happy person…

Klangst week day 6: Human/Alien

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(FYI Keith is sick during all of this)

Keith could hear them screaming. Their voice are full of anger, fear, and rage. They were screaming,

“Monster!”

“Freak!”

“Hybrid!”

“One of them!”

“Evil!”

“You’re going to kill us!”

“Animal!”

“Off the team!”

Keith knew they were yelling at the Galrans, they always did. But the worst part was; they were screaming at him. They were afraid of him. Keith looked down at his skin and it was a violet purple. Keith looked back at his friends faces. They all look disappointed in him.

“Get out of here, Galra.” Lance said, his words like poison. Keith felt the tears run down his face as Lance pointed his shotgun at him. He didn’t even move when he heard the trigger and felt the final blow hit his chest.

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Keith woke up with a yelp, bolting upright. He felt the tears running down his face as he swayed backwards, only to be caught by two ice cold hands.

“WOAH, Keith!” Lance’s panicked voice ran in his head. He looked up to see Lance’s worried expression to match his tone. Keith felt the tears in his eyes and threw his arms around Lance, crying softly into his chest. Lance was shocked for a moment, but quickly began to soothe the younger Paladin.

“Hey, Hey. It’s okay, Keith, it’s okay. It was just a nightmare. You’re fine.” He began to rock Keith back and forth to calm him down. His face burned against Lance’s skin, which was usually a little cold. Lance sat Keith up and felt his forehead, wincing when he felt the burning heat coming off it.

“Jesus, Keith, you’re on fire.” Keith’s stomach churned as he put his arms around his sides. He leaned his head against Lance’s shoulder blade, not realizing or caring about how open he was being. That was, until, he realized his ears were up. He quickly shoved himself off of Lance and forced them down.

“Keith…?” Lance moved his hands to grab Keith’s and ease them down, but Keith jerked back, eyes wide in fear.

“Woah, easy, Keith. It’s just me. It’s Lance. Calm down.” Lance tried to get Keith’s hands down again, but Keith started gripping his ears. Lance grabbed Keith’s hands and held them down, moving them to under his knees and holding Keith’s face with his hands.

“It’s okay, Keith, it’s okay. You’re okay. I need you to focus on me, okay? Can you do that?” Lance rubbed Keith’s face soothingly, sensing that something was really wrong. Keith broke out into a cold sweat and his eyes were searching everywhere for something to focus on, but they were so lost. The poor boy was breathing heavily and he was shaking.

Lance realized what was happening right then and there.

“Oh shit… okay, Keith, I need you to breathe, okay? In and out. In and out.” Keith wasn’t following what Lance was saying and started trying to get his arms back. He was pushing and pulling and kicking at Lance, but he stayed there and took the blows. He eventually grabbed Keith’s hands and rubbed them soothingly, trying to ease his panicked state.

“Keith, it’s okay, you’re okay. There’s nothing to worry about. You’re fine. I promise you, nothing is going to happen to you.” Lance tried to remember what his mamí told him to do when his sister ever had a panic attack while they weren’t there, seeing as he was the third oldest and she was the fifth. Count to ten… was it count up or down? Lance didn’t have much time to figure that out because Keith started hyperventilating.

Up or down, up or down… screw it. Lance thought.

“Keith, I want you to count to ten for me. Can you do that?” Keith was shaking and his eyes were looking everywhere. Lance held his face and moved it towards Lances so he could look at Keith directly in the eye. His eyes were fevered and they looked dulled, like the life was being sucked out of them.

“Keith, it’s okay. I’m right here. Focus on me and only me. Count with me, ready? Focus. Breathe. Count with me, okay? One…” Lance waited for a response, and after a minute, Keith slowly started to speak.

“O-one…”

“Good. Come on, keep going. You got this. One, two…” Lance said. Rubbing Keith’s hands comfortingly.

“T-t-two-o…. O-o-o-o-n-n-n-n-e-e-e… t-t-t-t-w-w-w-w-o-o-o-o-o…. t-t-t-th-th-th-th-r-r-e-e-e-e-e… f-f-f-f-fo-fo-o-o-o-U-u-u-r-r-r… f-f-f-f-I-I-v-v-e-e-e-e…S-s-s-si-si-six-x-x… s-s-s-se-se-se-v-v-ven-n… e-e-ei-eight-t… n-n-ni-nine-e… t-ten…” Lance sighed as Keith finished counting. He smiled at Keith, but noticed that his hands were still shaking a little. His teeth were chattering and his face looked flushed. Lance pressed a hand against Keith’s forehead, and Keith moved into it.

“My god - Keith you’re on fire. Here, lie down.” Keith originally protested, but he couldn’t fight it once he practically collapsed against Lances chest. Lance blushed for a second, but quickly realized how exhausted Keith was and eased him back down onto the bed. Lance got up to grab a washcloth to put on Keith’s forehead, but he felt a small tug on his jacket, like one of his siblings used to. He turned around to see Keith turned to face him, his hand lightly pulling on Lance’s Jacket.

“D-don’t leave…” Lance looked down at the younger Paladin and felt pity; he’d been keeping up this, “I’m okay” act for so long and now it’s starting to hurt him.

It was a weird idea in retrospect. Stupid, honestly. But, like any other kid in elementary school, Lance just wanted to fit in and run with the cool kids. He wanted to make mud pies and play freeze tag with the girls who wore frosted lip gloss and the guys who wore jeans with the bedazzled back pockets (honestly they were the coolest). Day after day he would bound up to them on the playground with a huge smile spread across his cheeks. He practically vibrated as he asked the kids to play manhunt. But every single day, without fail, they would sneer and say, “Come back when your face is normal.”

“Mamá?” He asked one day on the drive home.

“Yes, mijo?” She hummed.

“Is my face weird?” He whined, head slightly tilted to the right and a pout pulling at the corners of his mouth. Lance’s mom giggled.

“Of course not mi cielito!” She smiled and reached into the backseat to ruffle her son’s hair. He pouted once he saw himself in the rear view mirror. She giggled when he protested. “They’re just jealous,” she said, her eyes shining. “They’re upset porque esta escrito en las estrellas. They are not.”

His smile rivaled the sun that day.

…

Being an impressionable kid, it only took a week for the other student’s words to get under his skin again so he stood in front of his mother’s vanity. He grabbed something that matched his skin color close enough and, just as he’d watched his mother do so many times, he pumped some out onto a sponge and smeared it on his cheekbones, covering the blue inverted triangles that branded him.

His mom told him of his father- he had the same marks, only his were a deep, royal purple. She said that he was so lucky to have the marks. They made him part of something great; at least, that was what she said.

The only thing they did now though, was keep him from making any friends.

So he stared at himself with streaky foundation applied on his face and he smiled so wide. The kids would finally play with him, he would be popular, and he would include everyone in their games, no matter what! Except maybe LoLo (Lance always felt that Lotor was too hard to pronounce- Lotor felt that Lance just didn’t try hard enough. The two butt heads often).

“Lance!” His mamá called up to him. “You’re going to miss the bus!” And with that, he grabbed his backpack and ran to stand in front of his house with a hurried goodbye to his mother.

…

“Hey, Matt!” Lance bounded up to the boy at recess. Matt looked at him for a long moment.

“Are you wearing makeup?” The fifth grader asked.

“Yes, sir!” He saluted the best he could. Matt snorted and Lance could feel his eyebrows draw together in his confusion.

“Only girls wear makeup.” He sneered. “What, are you a little girl?” Matt laughed. Lance felt himself grow hot with anger. His hands fisted at his sides as he searched through every single mean word he could throw at this kid.

“You know what, Matt?” He yelled. “All you are is a fudging jerk! You’re so fudging mean all the time! God, you’re such an asshole!”

“Lance McClain!” He heard behind him. He groaned as he turned to meet Mr. Iverson’s disappointed glare. “Time out! Now!” Lance’s shoulders slumped as he turned away from Matt.

“I might be a jerk, but at least I’m not some nobody kid with weird marks on my face.” Matt sneered as Iverson led Lance inside.

He was led into a classroom that he’d never been in and was told to sit anywhere. He took a seat in the back, right hand corner and crossed his arms on the desk in front of him before laying his head on the fake wood. He felt the frustrates tears roll down his cheeks as he sat.

It was about three minutes later when he heard the door open again.

“Go sit somewhere.” A new voice said. “You know the deal.” The chair beside him scraped as it was pulled out and he felt the kid sit down beside him and an awkward silence stretched between them. Finally, the kid spoke up.

“I punched Matt.” Lance’s head shot up and his eyes widened as he looked at the boy. He had saggy black hair that wasn’t unlike Billy Ray Cyrus and violet eyes that Lance had never seen before. Along his jaw was a thin, lilac like curled its way to the corner of his mouth.

“You have a mark too!” Lance exclaimed. The boy nodded. “How did you get yours?” He asked.

“Well, my dad told me that my mom had marks like mine but had to go off to fight in some space war.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t know if I believe him.” Lance lit up as he heard this.

“My mom told me the same thing! My dad had them but he had to rule his castle in the stars!” He sucked in a long breath. “Wow, what if our parents are fighting the same battles.” The kid with the purple marks inspected Lance’s face closely- fascinated by the kid before him.

“Yeah,” he finally said, slowly. “Maybe.”

“But, anyway, screw Matt. If we’re nobodies for having weird marks on our faces, let’s be the coolest dang nobodies that anybody’s never heard of.” Lance grinned, sticking a fist out between them.

“I’m Lance.” He said, a brilliant smile on his face.

“Keith.” He replied, bumping his fist to Lance’s. Lance hummed.

“That’s kind of hard to say.” He mumbled. “Key, or KeKe?” Lance asked, bouncing in his seat.

“Uhm…” The kid beside him stuttered. “Just Keith.” Lance shrugged.

“Key it is!” And together they gave all of those popular kids the Chinese middle finger and made their own fun and built their own gosh dang mudpies and bedazzled their own jeans.

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wow this is late but my submission for @klangst-week (alien/human) and now im going to work on give/take so ill see you later!!

edit: i was in the middle of a conversation when i was editing/posting this and i didnt realize that it Literally Wasnt Finished so yeah here haha sorry about that

Keith giving Lance all the space to become the Leader he can be… right?

Day 4: Shadows/Light

@klangst-week

Shadows danced around the group as they sat in the dark in the apartment. The storm outside had caused their building and countless others to lose power. The group were sitting on the floor in Lotor and Allura’s living room, playing silly board games and having a grand old time.

The only thing missing, Lance realized, was Keith.

How could he not realize his boyfriend wasn’t there? He lives with him, for God’s sake. Lance got up, excusing himself by saying,

“I’m gonna find Keith. Be right back.” And he quickly started walking around Allura and Lotor’s large apartment. Shiro had moved in with Allura, seeing as she made the move of asking him to, and hey lived in Allura’s penthouse apartment, which had two floors.

Great, lance thought. More places for me to check for Keith.

Lance searched the ground floor with no luck, so he went to the Second floor to find his mullet-haired boyfriend. Lance saw a crack of lightning and heard thunder outside, followed by a short whimper-

Wait what?

Rain doesn’t whimper. Lance opened the closest door to him, which was Allura and Lotor’s guest bedroom. The room seemed normal, but as Lance closed the door, another crack of lightning was heard and seen, followed by yet another whimper, only a little louder. Lance slowly moved around the bed to find Keith curled up on himself in the corner of the room, his head in his knees being covered by his hands. Lance was stunned by the sight. The storm had started two hours ago. What happened to his boyfriend in that short amount of time?

“Hey, Hey. It’s okay, Keith, it’s okay. It’s me, Lance.” Lance said quietly, trying not to frighten his shaking boyfriend anymore than he clearly was. “Hey, what happened? Did you have another panic attack?” Keith shook his head and peeked up before another clap of thunder roared through their eardrums and lightning struck. Keith let out a yelp and buried his head into his knees again, bringing them closer to his chest. Lance gasped.

“Babe, are you… scared of thunder?” Keith nodded violently. Lance sighed sadly. Of course Keith was scared of Thunder; his father was shot in front of him and thunder sounded an awful lot like a gunshot.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry.” Lance whispered. Another clap of thunder. Another whimper. Lance felt horrible for Keith; who knows how long he’s been cooped up here like this? Lance suddenly got an idea. His brother would have this really cool trick to do whenever the lights weren’t on or if Lance was scared during a thunder storm when he was younger.

“Okay, I’m going to be gone for a little bit, but I’ll be right back, okay?” Lance asked calmly. Keith nodded slowly and Lance sighed. Thank goodness. He got up and searched around. He found paper, books, his phone, and tape, along with a shit ton of pillows and blankets. He then ran down to his and Keith’s apartment to find a plastic candle light and his brother’s device. He came back to the room to find Keith curled up even more, now slightly rocking on his heels. Lance sighed sadly.

“Hey. I’m back. Okay, I want you to hold this for one sec. Can you do that?” Lance asked Keith. Keith poked his head out and shakily grabbed the fake candle. Lance smiled.

“Thank you. Now hold on.” Lance started setting up the blankets. Thankfully the space between the bed and the wall wasn’t that large, but large enough for what Lance had in mind. He taped some blankets to the wall and added weights to the bed to hold the blankets in place. He then draped a blanket on top of the sturdy ones and snuck back into the fort, more pillows and blankets in hand. He set them up so they covered the floor, making it much more comfortable. He then looked to Keith just as another clap of thunder was heard. This time, it almost sounded exactly like a gunshot. Lance’s eyes widened as Keith practically screamed, dropping the light and gripping his hair. Keith shut his eyes tight and buried his head into his knees. Lance quickly moved over to him, placing a hand on his arm comfortingly.

“Hey, Hey, hey. It’s okay, babe. You’re okay. Nothings gonna hurt you.” Lance said quietly, kissing Keith’s arm. Keith looked up, fear evident in the tears rolling down his face. Lance smiled.

“There’s the beautiful face I know and love. Now, come here.” Lance said, moving back so Keith could come to the center. Keith cautiously did so, allowing himself to unfold and crawl closer to Lance and the center. Lance smiled.

“Okay, now I know this is kinda corny, but it helped me a lot when I was younger.” He said as he set up the light and placed his brother’s device on top of it. It fit perfectly with the candle holder Lance had found. He smiled and spun the device, creating an illusion of lights around them. Keith stared in awe at the dazzling lights that coated the sheets, forgetting all about his fears. Lance smiled at him; Keith’s eyes were glowing in the light and he looked just as handsome as ever. Lance patted his lap and Keith looked at him in confusion for a moment before moving to sit on Lance’s lap. Lance smiled and hugged Keith closely, rubbing his hand up and down Keith’s back. Keith leaned into Lance’s chest and hugged him, burying his face into his shoulder. Suddenly another clap of thunder boomed. Keith yelled and clung onto Lance. Lance felt hot tears stain his shoulder while Keith started shaking. Lance rubbed Keith’s back and started whispering to him.

“Shhh. It’s okay, Keith. It’s okay. I’m here, you’re here. You’re not there. You’re with me. We’re in a pillow fort, in Allura’s apartment, watching some weird-ass machine that my brother made me when I was younger.” Lance muttered. Keith clung to him, his fists trembling as another clap of thunder was heard. Keith shrieked, all attempts of containment gone. Lance’s ear rang, but that didn’t matter. Right now keeping Keith calm was the only thing important to him. Keith’s breathing started picking up, and Lance was scared he was going into another panic attack. Keith buried his face farther into Lance’s shoulder and started sobbing. Lance felt his heart shatter as Keith’s tears stained his shirt.

“Shhhh. It’s okay, babe, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m here.” Lance said as Keith eased up a bit. Lance looked up at the lights and started humming a melody from a song he’d heard recently. The song was something like “A Million Dreams,” or something like that. But whatever it was, it was a really calming song. Keith let out a sigh and seemed to ease up as the storm let up. Keith eventually fell asleep on Lance’s shoulder from exhaustion and Lance smiled down at him. He pecked Keith’s head before giving the light another spin and watching the lights dance on the blankets, listening to the rain hitting the window outside the fort. Lance smiled one more time before going to sleep.

“It’s ok… You’re going to be ok.” His voice comes out weak, definitely cracking. He tries to take a deep breath, tries to keep himself calm, but there’s just so much blood.

So much red everywhere.

“I’ll get you to the pods in time, I-”

Everything he says, every word he utters, sounds like a lie.

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Day 4: Light/Shadow