#Voltron Angst

[evi-anxiety]

POV: You're a soldier fighting a war that isn't yours. You quite literally sleep on the battlefield, and you look into space with the hope that one of those stars is your very distant Sun. You might die tomorrow, and you haven't even graduated school yet. But it doesn't matter, because there are thousands of others who perished before learning their own name, and now you must make up for the guilt of even wanting to go home in the first place.

[yoongikapi]

personal trainer || keith || oneshot

fluff/angst/suggestive

voltron masterlist

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your swords clashed together, occasionally pushing each other back and the two of you continued to dance around the training room. your breathing was heavy as you and keith have been practicing together for almost an hour straight now. his breathing was lighter than yours and he was lighter on his feet and he knew it; hence the reason you continued to push yourself harder. earlier, you had approached keith and asked him to help you train. and he was doing just that, and he wasn’t going easy on you.

you continued circling each other until he pounced forward once again; you raised your sword to block against him but you were too slow. your sword swung out of your hand and hit the ground behind you. you turned to retrieve your sword but that was a mistake as keith advanced once again, this time pushing you to the ground and he grabbed your wrist before pinning it to your back. completely out of breath, he sat on top of you for a second keeping you pinned.

“okay keith i get it, let go!”

frustrated, he spits back: “you can’t turn your back on the enemy (y/n)! what were you thinking?! if this were real, you’d be dead!”

his grip on your wrist loosens and you spin from underneath him, attempting to kick him off but he sees it coming. he adjusts himself and makes it impossible to kick him and his hands fly back to your wrists, this time pinning them to the floor beside your head. you struggle for a bit but deem the fight over. you lay on your back looking up at him and he looks down at you; both catching your breath.

when he speaks again it comes across as gentle, as concerned.

“you need to get your stamina up, and you need more practice with your sword..” he continues on but you cut him off

“im trying!”

“you need to try harder!” he fights back.

you must give him a face because he immediately apologizes

“im sorry, but i don’t want to see anything happen to you and you need to be able to protect yourself.”

“thank you keith, but i think we’re done for today..” you trail off and he quickly realizes the position you’re in; him straddling your waist and your arms pinned to the floor.

he jumps off of you and reaches out a hand to help you up but you ignore it; pulling yourself up you turn from him and retrieve your sword.

he quietly watches as you hang your practice sword on the rack and walk out of the training room without another word.

a voice suddenly sounds from the upper-level of the room “you can’t expect her to like you back when you’re so harsh on her.”

keith looks up and finds shiro leaning over the railing, looking down at keith with a certain look on his face

“i didn’t do anything wrong shiro, i was helping her train!”

“and so you told her to try harder? do you know how much she practices? you need to learn how to word things better, keith.”

keith gives him a death stare and shiro just shook his head and headed out of the room to leave keith with his thoughts

keith sighed loudly and ran his hands through his hair

i need to find (y/n)

to be continued

[mushed-kid]

not so friendly reminder that pidge was 14 or so

[iloveboysinred]

HIIIIII it's me againe 🏃‍♀️, how are you?? I hope you are doing well and that you are having a good day !!!

I was wondering would it be possible to write a very very very very very sad angst voltron x fem reader (would it be possible to make it a keith x reader, I'm so sorry very time it's him, you can make it for a different character I'd you like 💓💓).

Thank you everytime for making such amazing stories, I literally LOVE READING THEM ALL

MWAH MWAH MWA 💋💋💋

Hiiii always good to receive an ask from you! and thank you for requesting. I love writing these for you and anybody that reads them! MWAAAAAH <33333

Remember me like this [ Keith Kogane]

Keith Kogane x fem reader

synopsis; You had always been there for Keith, as a friend and a shoulder to cry on. What Keith didn't know, was that you had always wanted to be more. When Keith disappears, you're forced to move on. Only for your heart to break all over again when he returns, a war hero and seemingly forgetting all about you.

cw; angst, one sided love, pining, heartbreak ;( Keith being a dick for forgetting about you (so ooc Keith cause we all know he would never) character death!! Lots of curse words, no happy ending, no comfort

For @iamasimpfor2dcharachers 💗

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When you had heard about the 3 garrison cadets who had broken in to rescue Shiro, a senior pilot who had been sent on the Kerberos mission, you'd immediately guessed Keith was involved. Having been the closest thing to a friend when he had still been enrolled in the Galaxy garrison, you knew the nature of his relationship with Shiro.

He'd confided in you many times about his home life. He's told you about how he's never known his mother, about the death of his father, and how Shiro had taken him in when he was just a pre-teen, guiding him and raising him as his own. You and Keith had slowly grown close, you understood his frustrations, and his seemingly endless anger at the world. You had gotten to know him better, you'd seen the real fragile, broken boy underneath his hot-head "loner" facade. Many times you were by his side, comforting him through the night, holding him close as he wept. Naturally, you had began to develop feelings for the boy, working hard to attempt at healing his bleeding heart. You'd never utter a word of your feelings to him though, knowing that he didn't feel the same way. "He has so much going on already... he shouldn't have to worry about my feelings too", you'd tell yourself, trying to sooth the aching in your heart every time you find yourself leaning towards him, your lips craving the feel of his own.

Keith was a complex person, it was hard to read how he was feeling if he didn't want to let you in. You'd learned that early enough when you met him on the first day of piloting school. "Hey, my name's y/n. I see you're training to be a fighter pilot, me too! I've heard about how great you are from Griffin" you chirped, reaching a hand out to shake his, "I wouldn't take him seriously, he complains so much about you it sounds like he's jealous. I would take that as a compliment. What's your name?" Keith eyed your outstretched hand skeptically, turning his gaze away from you with a scoff. "Keith." he muttered nonchalantly, crossing his arms over his chest. You smiled, grabbing his gloved hand out of his intertwined arms, shaking it fervently. "Nice to meet you, Keith. I hope we'll become friends. Welcome to the team!" Keith stared at you with slightly widened eyes before snatching his hand back and walking away without another word. "Tough cookie to crack.." you thought to yourself amusedly.

From that day on you'd made a point to talk to Keith every day. You complimented his piloting, asked about his day, his favorite things to do in his free time. He never spoke much in the first few weeks of you knowing him, giving you one word answers or grunts in response to your pestering attempt to gain his friendship. "What do you want now, y/n" Keith grumbled as you sat next to him at lunch. He had just come back from suspension after getting in a fist fight with your classmate, James Griffin. It was obvious he wasn't in the best of moods. But he never really was, so it didn't phase you. "I just wanted to tell you that James totally deserved that punch." Keith shot you a surprised look, watching as you nonchalantly unpacked your lunchbox. "He's such a douche. I'm surprised nobody's rocked his shit earlier. I'm sorry for what he said about you." you mumbled over a bite of your sandwich, offering him the other half, seeing as he lacked a lunch box of his own. He shyly took it, taking a small bite out of the corner. You smiled to yourself, eating in silence beside each other.

From that day forward, you got more than a few words out of Keith. You began to visit him at home, bringing with you homemade lunches and board games. You'd truly began to blossom a friendship, telling each other everything, sharing lunches, always in each other's company. It was rare to see Keith without you by his side. He had brought you over to meet Shiro, explaining that he was his only parent figure in his life after his father's passing and his mother's early disappearance in his life. You'd began to bond over your trauma, confiding in him about your strict, loveless household, and him to you about his loneliness and his subconscious need for a family he could belong to.

You still remember your shock when he had dropped out of the Garrison, not too long after Shiro's disappearance. You spent months defending his name, ripping a new one to whoever spoke ill of your best friend. You still visited him often, now his home being the only place you really saw him. You'd bring him food and other necessities, knowing he wasn't taking care of himself besides taking showers and sleeping.

Everyday since the break in, you'd come looking for him at his desert home, and everyday you'd find it empty. Nobody knew where the cadets had gone, searching the premises and the miles surrounding in an attempt to find the fugitives. Eventually, the searching stopped and with it, your daily visits to his abandoned home. You've accepted that Keith was lost, but your aching heart never truly stopped longing for his return. You knew he was out there, somewhere you couldn't see.

After a year, you'd graduated from piloting school, now an official fighter pilot for the galaxy garrison. You'd stood rigid as they handed you your uniform after the ceremony. It felt like something was missing, and you knew that something was Keith. Your accomplishment felt bittersweet. Sure, you had graduated at the top of your class, but that was surely only because Keith had dropped out. Everyone knew Keith was the best pilot on your team, and it didn't sit well with you how you had filled in his place. You brushed the thoughts off, you needed to move on. Keith was gone and you needed to resume your life, just as you had before you met him.

So, you'd continued your life as a garrison pilot. Training new cadets, and doing daily drills in garrison space vessels. Your life was fulfilling you suppose, but you never felt more alone. You'd skipped lunches with the other pilots, opting to eat by yourself in your room, you barley even spoke to anybody, only responding when spoken to or when given an order. As hard as you tried to enjoy life, nothing was the same anymore.

Obviously, the universe had a weird way of working things. When the Galra attacked earth, defeated by the infamous paladins of Voltron, your heart skipped a beat when you'd seen him in the cafeteria. His hair had gotten longer, he looked older, which didn't surprise you, it had been years since you'd last seen him. He had a jarring scar going from his cheek and coming to a sharp point right by his eye, and you wondered briefly what trouble he had gotten in.

You felt all the old emotions rushing back to you, but you also felt angry at him. He had left without so much as a goodbye, and here he was, being praised and awarded without sparing you so much as a single glance. He didn't know the pain he had caused you, and he certainly didn't seem to care. You marched right up to him, eyes glistening with tears you refused to let fall. "So that's what you've been doing these last few years, you ASSHOLE!" you hissed, showing your face up to his, standing nose to nose with the taller man. Keith looked at you, bewildered and seemingly not knowing who the fuck you were. You stared into his eyes, confusion clouding his, anger pain and..love swimming in yours. "What are you talking about...do I even know you!?" he snapped back, getting over his initial shock and shoving you backwards. Keith didn’t recognize the grown ass woman yelling at him, but something felt familiar about you, the way you cussed him out, the furious glint in your eye. He knew he had seen you before, but where? He stared at you hard, trying to get his brain to connect the dots. "Oh so you don't remember me now? it's been fucking years since you left and now you don't know who I am? you're a real class act, Keith. I can't fucking believe you right now..." your words had begun to get shaky, the tears becoming almost too much to hold back. "I guess you were too busy parading around space in a fucking robot lion to even have a second thought about me!" by now a crowd was forming, but you didn't care. You were gonna get this off your chest, no matter how people looked at you afterwards.

"What, you got amnesia now? you left me here, you dick! you didn't even say goodbye, did our friendship mean nothing to you-" "What the fuck are you even talking about right now?!" you can tell he was agitated both from your confrontation and the unwanted attention from bystanders. "What am I talking about? I'm talking about how I used to be the only one there for you! you were my only friend and you left Keith. You left without a care and now you don't even know who I am." you let your tears free fall, your pain deepening at the utter look of cluelessness on his face. "y/n, that's enough. back off." you whipped around to see Iverson, who had broken up the crowd and now fixed you with a stern look. You sniffled and shot Keith one last furious look. Brushing past Iverson when you whipped around and stormed off.

“Y/n…?” Keith whispered, his eyes wide in disbelief. How could he be so stupid? Of course it was you! He felt his breath leave his lungs as he watched your retreating form. He flinched when Lance slapped his hand over his shoulder, pulling him into his side and grinning ear to ear. “Wow Keith, i didnt know you had the ladies down for you like that! I must’ve really rubbed off on you, huh? “ “Oh fuck off, Lance!” Keith snapped, shoving him off, speed walking in direction you had gone. But you were nowhere to be found, and Keith felt guilt settle in his stomach.

From that day Keith only saw you in passing. It was like you never even knew he was there. Every time you scoffed at him when he tried to talk to you he felt his chest tighten. He tried every way he knew how to try and get you to talk to him again, expressing his remorse by leaving you homemade lunches at your door in the mornings, to trying to pair up with you during flight drills. But you ignored him every time. It was messing with him, but he knew he deserved it. He deserved every cold glance, every shoulder bump you'd purposely given him when you walked past. But that fact hurt him even more.

But then, he found you in the cafeteria, sitting by yourself and picking at your lunch. He let out a breath to ready himself, walking over to you. You gave him a quick glance before looking back down at your lunch box, debating if you should leave. “Y/n I-“ “what do you want Keith? Why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?” You snapped, slamming your fork down on the metal table. Keith’s lips pursed in a line, feeling his frustration, hot and bubbling over. “I wanted to say i’m sorry, I-I didn’t recognize you… you looked different!” He tried to explain, but you didn’t care. It sounded like a whole bunch of excuses to you. “Okay, you didn’t recognize me.” You gritted out, refusing to look at him, staring down at your clenched fists on the table. “You didnt recognize me, because you left, Keith! You left and didnt even think to say goodbye. I had to finish flight school without you. I had to deal with all the bullshit you left behind, without YOU. Now you show up after disappearing and everyone throws you a fucking parade. What about me, huh? You were so caught up in your own shit you forgot all about me. I was there for you, I LOVED YOU!” You yelled, whipping around to face him. “I loved you ever since we were 16.. and you didn’t have a clue cause all you cared about was your problems and yourself! So yeah, i dont want to hear apologies, i actually never want to see your stupid fucking face, ever. again.” You seethed, grabbing your lunch and storming off, leaving Keith broken and speechless.

Then, it happened. During a flight drill your space vessel had malfunctioned, crashing into the ground from your high position in the sky. Alarms bleared throughout the base, officers and pilots rushing out to see the catastrophe. Keith shoved people aside, barging to the front of the crowd. He had rushed to the scene after conversing with Admiral Sanda, when a trainee had come in to relay the news. He fell to his knees when his eyes fell on your broken body, being hauled out of the space vessel, now destroyed and smoking behind you. Keith's body felt frozen to the ground as the medics hauled you through the crowd. Everything was moving in slow motion, the crowd dispersing and conversing amongst themselves in shock. His heart felt like it was beating once per minute. He looked around but he couldn’t see, the smoke causing his vision to blur and his lungs to burn. He had to get up, he had to look for you.

Tears welled in his eyes when he had found you in the med bay, your breaths faint and getting weaker by second. If he couldn’t recognize you then, he definitely couldn’t now. There you lay, in a hospital gown with bandages covering the entirety of your body. Your face bruised and bloody. He sat down beside you, holding your stiff hand in his. Your skin felt cold, the life inside you rapidly fading. He had known your condition before he came, the nurses telling him that you were a lost cause, that they did everything they could to help you pass comfortably. But grief still brewed in his heart, it's iron grip making it hard to breathe as he stared at your closed eyelids. "I'm so sorry, y/n" he whispered, bringing your cold hand to his lips. "I should've brought you with me, I never forgot you, i never stopped loving you. Don’t go, please, Not like this." his whimpers escalated, sobs racking his body as leaned over to hug you, at least remaining careful enough to not move you too much. "You're my best friend... I never even got the chance to tell you..I-i love you. Forgive me. Please." but his pleading fell on deaf ears. The only sound in the room being the continuous beep of a flatlined heart monitor, and his sobs. A part of him died with you that night, and he knew that he would never forgive himself.

hope you enjoyed, this made me a little sad ;( sorry if it was mid, I'm not used to writing angst. notes and reblogs are appreciated, comments, asks, submissions are welcomed!

[insidemjshead]

Klance Drabbles

[ tw: small anxiety/panic attack ((lance doesn’t think he’s good enough)) ]

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“Lance?” Keith’s voice was quiet, breaking the tense silence. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching Lance with a mix of concern and curiosity.

Lance turned, forcing a smile. “I’m good. Just thinking.”

But as the words left his mouth, the weight of the impending conversation crashed down on him. Shiro was back, and all he could think about was losing his place. The tightness in his chest grew, and he felt the familiar tendrils of panic creep in.

“What’s really going on?” Keith asked, his voice steady but gentle, like he was trying to coax a wild animal from hiding.

Lance swallowed hard, the room feeling smaller by the second. “I… I can’t shake the feeling that Shiro’s going to take back the Black Lion. What if I’m not good enough to stay?”

Keith pushed himself off the wall, stepping closer. “You’ve been incredible, Lance. Shiro trusts you.”

“But what if it’s just because he wasn’t here?” Lance’s voice rose, panic lacing his words. “What if he wants to put everything back to normal, and I’m just… just a fill-in?”

Lance’s breaths quickened, and the walls felt like they were closing in. He could see the way Keith’s brow furrowed, concern etched on his face, but all Lance could focus on was the relentless knot in his stomach.

“Lance,” Keith said, urgency in his tone. “Just breathe. Look at me.”

But Lance couldn’t. He was spiraling, and the rush of voices in his head drowned out everything else. “I can’t do this! What if I lose my place?” There was a moment of silence before Lance muttered, “What if you don’t want me around anymore?”

“Lance, don’t say that,” he replied, struggling to find the right words. He could see the panic etched across Lance’s face, and it made his own chest ache.

Without thinking, Keith stepped closer, hesitant but instinctively wanting to help. “You’re not going to lose your spot. I won’t let that happen,” he said, his voice low. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ease the tension. “I… I don’t know what I’d do without you… I mean this team. ”

Lance’s breath hitched, and Keith felt an overwhelming urge to reach out, to do something, but he wasn’t sure how to comfort him without crossing a line. Instead, he stood there, just close enough to offer support without intruding on Lance’s space.

He felt awkward, like he was fumbling through uncharted territory, but he couldn’t let Lance see how scared he was too. He needed to be the one to hold it together, even if it felt like everything inside him was unraveling.

[awhoreintheory]

Ok. So I don't typically post unfinished work, but. I'm totally in love with this sketch. I feel like it carries more emotions than I can convey by finishing it.

Take my klanagst. Take it and run. (Someone write a fic I'll pay you with my body)

[multi-verse-mania]

Hey everyone! So, I’ve been diving back into Voltron: Legendary Defender lately (especially since it’s leaving Netflix soon 😭), and I’ve been devouring fanfics like it’s 2018 all over again. 🖤

In my nostalgia, I even revisited some of the fics I’ve written—including one I started ages ago that’s very Langst-heavy. It’s been on and off for years because I keep getting pulled back into Voltron, but I’m really tempted to finally finish it this time!

Fun fact: the prologue I wrote for this fic is actually a one-shot I posted a while back! If you’re curious, here are the links:

Wattpad

Archive of Our Own (AO3)

I thought maybe having readers might keep me motivated. So, here’s my question: would you be interested in reading a Langst fanfic if I shared it?

Vote below and let me know! 🚀✨

[maweezp]

they're so tragic

[katyarn]

Rules, Introduction

Hello, my name is Kat and this is my blog, I write fan fiction for a variation of different fandoms AUs and am not opposed to commissions for ocs

Genres I’m willing to write for are,

Fluff, angst

Some examples of fluff or angst would be arguments, comfort, casual dates, sweet movie nights or hurt

Smut

About anything would be fine however I’m unwilling to write about piss kinks, huge age gaps or incest, stepcest is fine

Characters I’m willing to write for are,

Hazbin Hotel; Alastor, Rosie, Charlie, Husk, sir pentious, cherri Bomb, Angeldust, Valentino, Vox, Velvette, Lucifer, ADAM, lute

Helluva Boss; Luna, Moxxie, Millie, blitz, Verosika, Asmodeus, fizzarolli

Voltron; Keith, Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Shiro, Princess

Mha; class 1A, monoma, shinso, tenko, himiko, Dabi, Villain deku, Villain katsuki, villain shoto

Bsd; Dazai, Chuyaa, fyodor

Saiki K; saiki, kaido, chiyo, Aiura, rei

Atla; zuko, sokka

JJK; sukuna, toji, megumi, gojo, itadori

Genshin impact; any male character + Ayaka, Ei, Yae

Haikyuu; Hinata, kageyama, sugawara, suna, kenma, Kuroo, tsukishima, terushima, sakusa kiyoko, Yachi(my favorites) will write for any other character as well

Creepy pasta: Jeff the killer, Ben drowned, slender man, Jane the killer, eyeless jack, hoodie, ticci Toby (other requests)

[ocdeeznut]

Austin by Dasha has a hold on me.

i don’t usually like music like this.

what’s happening to me it’s so catchy, and now it’s starting to sound like a keith song

when the music shifts perspective and starts to hit like voltron angst

[tortured-demigods-department]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Lance (Voltron), Lance & Voltron Paladins Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Original Characters, Original Alien Character(s) Additional Tags: here's some langst i've been putting off forEVER, Angst, Langst, Lance (Voltron) Angst, Lance (Voltron)-centric, Lance (Voltron) Whump, Lance (Voltron) Is Not Okay, Keith (Voltron) Is Not Okay, No One Is Okay, Whats the tag for team NOT as family, Team as shitty coworkers, It's basically how lance was treated in canon, Keith is pissed, Lance (Voltron) is a Mess, Emotional Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Sexual Assault, let me disclose that the keith/lance is NOT the primary goal of this fic, it's there but there are many issues that are NOT solved with some ooey gooey romance, just putting that out there in case thats what people are here for, Unhealthy Team Dynamics, Unhealthy Relationships, (meaning lance and the team), Self-Hatred, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Doubt, honestly probably some gaslighting, Gaslighting, Rape/Non-con Elements, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Crying, Trauma Summary:

Lance is a Paladin of Voltron, and he doesn’t take orders from anyone but his leader. He maintains that appearance, anyway, as he tilts his own head back, as if he has to consider it. The truth is, every molecule in his being is zinging to be across the room, lost in conversation with an attractive, friendly stranger. To be anywhere but here, alone and miserable and with nothing to do but stew in his isolation until he can finally go back to the Castle.

 The stranger’s smile turns into an outright, teeth-showing grin. And that, Lance will later reflect—that’s what seals the deal. That’s the point of no return.

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Or,

When Lance falls victim to a stranger at a party, it brings up more issues than the fresh trauma alone.

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me, back with another chapter of a voltron fic in LESS than a month?? NOT CLICKBAIT!!!

[evi-anxiety]

Was it casual when you picked me out of everyone else to bicker with? Was it casual when we always find each other in some of the most important moments of our lives, when we saved each other in the heat of battle? Was it casual when I became the leader, and you my right hand man? Was it casual when I gave my Lion to you, and you took it without fault? Was it casual when I was at the lowest point in my life, when the only family I had was taken from me for a second time, and you were there to hold back my impulses, to cover me from my own mistakes?

Was it casual when I watched you finally get the girl of your dreams, and my bed is still empty with only my sole body heat to keep it warm?

[mushed-kid]

@featherlight-whispers: lance angst. lance when shiro’s clone is mean to him but instead of just shutting up he cries

first drawing is a scene redraw, pic under cut

[insidemjshead]

TTS — Klance Soulmate AU

[ a snippet from chapter 2 of my klance fic (TW: alcohol, anxiety, throwing up) ]

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The tug grew stronger, but it was subtle, almost unnoticeable at first. Lance could feel his heart beat faster, his palms growing a little damp. He took another step back from the bar, trying to focus on something else—anything else. He tried to breathe, tried to talk to Hunk, but every time he looked up, his eyes were drawn back to Keith. It wasn’t anything obvious. It wasn’t like Keith had done anything to stand out. It was just… a presence. Something that Lance couldn’t quite place.

He blinked a few times, shaking his head as if to clear it. “Alright, alright,” he muttered to himself. “Just the alcohol.”

But the weird sensation didn’t go away. It only seemed to intensify the more he tried to ignore it. His stomach started to churn, and his head spun, faster than before. He needed to get out of there. The walls of the club felt like they were closing in, and the crowd’s energy became a dull hum in his ears.

“Hey, Lance, you good?” Hunk’s voice cut through the fog of his thoughts, and Lance realized he had been staring at the bar without saying anything for a few seconds too long.

Lance blinked rapidly, focusing on Hunk’s concerned face. “Yeah. Yeah, just need some air. I’m fine. It’s just the drinks. Probably just a little too much.”

Hunk nodded, but his expression was skeptical. “Alright, man. If you say so.”

Lance didn’t wait for another second. His legs felt unsteady beneath him as he stumbled toward the door, his chest tight, the sensation growing stronger with each step. The club, the noise, the flashing lights—they were all becoming too much. He needed fresh air, needed to clear his head. He pushed open the door and made a beeline for the sidewalk, stumbling out into the cool night.

Once outside, he leaned heavily against the building, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The pull was still there, still twisting in his chest, but now it felt more intense, more real. He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears, but it wasn’t just the alcohol anymore. There was something else. Something that didn’t feel right.

His stomach turned, and before he knew it, he was bent over the side of the building, the contents of his stomach spilling out onto the ground.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” he whispered, still trembling slightly as he wiped his mouth. The weird tug didn’t stop, didn’t let up, but now it felt more like a question—like something he was meant to follow. The question echoed in his mind, but he couldn’t make sense of it.

It was then that he realized. The tug, the dizziness, the tightness in his chest—it had all started when Keith had entered the club. The realization hit him like a wave, but he couldn’t bring himself to focus on it. Not yet.

Lance straightened up slowly, still feeling the pull, but now, he was beginning to wonder if it wasn’t just the alcohol after all.

[awhoreintheory]

The world isn't ready for when I finally post the fic that goes along with this art.