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Hello!! Before the chapter continues I just wanna give credits to @shinji_offical for making the Tiktok that inspired this fanfic, thank you so much for allowing me to use the Tiktok as inspiration!!! And if you're reading this right now hello!!! Your content is great :))
(Tiktok I used: https://www.tiktok.com/@shinji_offical/video/7217446338944945410)
Lance admires the flowers as he notices his little nieces and nephews playing within them and laughing happily together arm in arm.
He watches as the kids begin to shout loudly about a cute kitten in the tulips and is dragged to be shown said kitten, it has soft white fur, blue eyes, and a soft meow.
“UNCLE LANCE IT’S SO CUTE” His nieces and nephews exclaim as they cling onto Lance’s shirt aggressively, Lance chuckles softly at their high enthusiasm.
Lance began to step toward another flower patch, picking some flowers and giving it to the little kids.
“If you want, you can give these to the kitten so that you two can be friends.” Lance smiled softly as small children cursorily grab the flower and slowly walk toward the kitten.
The kids watch as the cat goes toward to flower offering, laying onto the bed of freshly picked flowers with its small paws clinging on them and meowing softly as if to say thank you. Lance’s nieces and nephews are vibrating of joy and excitement as they play with the kitten, giving it pats and some well-deserved treats.
Lance begins to get up from the floor and dusts off any dirt left on his pants as he stretches his legs and arms a little. “I’ll let you kids have fun, you wouldn’t want good old uncle Lance interrupting your fun”
“BYE UNCLE LANCE” A choir of voices yell at him as he walks away from the flower field and goes toward the swing set on the hill. He sits onto the swing set and watches the sunset fall into darkness.
It’s moments like these that leave him whole, making him feel warmth and kindness and making his grief fade away from his head.
The sound of a motorcycle growling goes across the flower field, leaving Lance startled, he looks down the hill to see Keith with his stupid mullet.
“Hey Lance!” Keith yells from his motorcycle with a stupid smirk on his face, he looks just the same from when Lance last saw him except calmer and gentler.
“Hey mullet, I thought you were still reuniting the galra empire or some fancy stuff? Did ya miss me keithy?” Lance teases Keith as he walks toward him with a giant smile.
Lance swats away Keith’s hand and holds it close for a moment before he speaks. “Yeah sure, I’m down. I just need to tell my sister that my babysitting duty is on pause at the moment.” Lance grabs his phone, texting his sister with slight smile on his face. Keith peers close to Lance’s phone and sees that his wallpaper is a picture of Allura, Keith’s smile fades as he chuckles awkwardly.
“And sent, those kids are her problem now” Lance chuckled as he slips his phone back in his pocket.
“Don’t you love those kids?” Keith interrogates with a devious grin, hiding his reaction of the wallpaper.
“Of course, I do but sometimes they’re a pain in the ass, now let’s go ride, unless you can’t handle driving such awesomeness” Keith lets out a small chuckle and drags Lance to his motorcycle and tosses a helmet to him and Lance being the idiot that he is misses the helmet completely.
Keith chuckles at Lance as he picks up the helmet with a pout. “Get on and hold on tight, I ride pretty fast” Lance rolls his eyes and jumps onto the motorcycle, not listening Keith’s words and holds him loosely.
“Easy mullet, it can’t be that bad” Lance dismisses as he acts smugly.
Five minutes on the road and Lance is screaming and holding onto Keith for dear life and Keith is laughing loudly as he speeds up a little which makes Lance freak even more.
Once they finally reach the place Lance’s legs are wobbling, barely being able to stand up right and wondering how he’s still alive after Keith almost ‘killed’ him.
“What place did you risk my life to take me to mullet?” Lances spits out as he clings onto Keith for support.
“A bar, there’s a band I like that’s gonna play tonight.” Lance’s eyes shined bright as he goes inside as quick as lightning and begins ordering drinks.
“Hey, can I get margarita and a glass of whiskey? My friend over here will pay for all of my drinks tonight” Lance gestured to Keith and smirked.
“Okay, is that okay with you mister friend of his?” The bartender asks Keith with a slight smile.
Keith sighs as he gets out his wallet to look in it and hands over 100 dollars to the bartender “Yeah yeah, all his drinks are on me.” Keith looks at Lance, he has his stupid smile and watches as his drink gets made with amazement in his eyes.
Once the bartender finishes up their drinks and hands it over to Lance, Lance passes over the whiskey to Keith and begins to chug down his margarita without any hesitation and slams the glass down. “One more please~ With 2 shots as well!” Lance hummed as he passed the glass only seconds receiving it.
Keith mouth stays agape as he watches this unfold right in front of him and starts to prepare to lose his life savings “I’m about to go broke, aren’t I?” Lance giggled as he begins to shoot down his drinks meanwhile Keith is only halfway done with his whiskey.
“Okay, okay you’ve had your fun drinking now let’s watch the band I’ve been telling you about.” Keith drags Lance to one of the tables near the stage and the lights begin to change its color to dark red.
Everyone is gathered near the tables and is staring at the stage in anticipation, then a bright spotlight comes toward the band and the crowd goes wild; the band is hyping up their audiences up and everyone is full of excitement as they wait for the singer to speak.
“For those of you who don’t know who we are this is Mustard Service” The singer begins to introduce every band member while the crowd is feral.
“I’m just gonna play some tunes for you guys tonight! This song is called Homie” The singer shouts with joy as he begins to play the intro of the song. Lance watches as Keith’s eyes sparkles as he watches the band plays.
Their music is so intoxicating, it has this upbeat tune but it still has meaning behind the melody, like a message hidden in a sweet tune; it sounds breathtaking.
While the music is playing Keith is just mesmerized by the tune and just starts mumbling random things to Lance like trivia about the band or things that happened in the galra empire and Lance is simply listening intently to him.
During their last song the crowd, still as wild as ever starts to chant their lyrics word for word. “Thanks everyone, once again this is Mustard Service, have a great day”
“Mullet that was so sick, I loved the songs man” Lance bemoaned as Keith giggled at Lance’s excitement.
“I know, their songs are cool as hell, I first got into it when I accidentally won a ticket when I was on earth, and-“ Keith was soon cut off by Lance ordering more drinks with his signature grin.
Keith stares Lance down as he picks up his drinks “…why are you looking at me like that?” Lance asked innocently.
Keith sighs and orders another glass of whiskey. “Why did you order more drinks? I’m still on my second drink and you’re on your like” Keith begins to count in his head how many drinks he’s seen Lance with for the past hour. “13 drinks now”
“Actually it’s 15, I had 2 while you were in the bath room and you said all my drinks are on you, so I’m planning on drinking until I black out, it’s actually really simple mullet” Lance says with a know-it-all tone as he downs his drinks.
“I will never buy your drinks ever again now” Keith groaned while Lance chuckled at him.
The night continues as Lance continues to drink and drink until he’s completely blacked out and Keith has to carry him.
Keith manages to drag Lance out of the bar and carries him to a cab. “Lance you’re gonna take a cab home, I’m too drunk to drive right now”
“Okayyy mullet, see ya later~~” Lance waves as he slurs his words.
Keith waves Lance off and walks toward a random direction in order to somehow find a place to crash at for the night.
Lance’s cab driver was silent while Lance was mumbling the most random stuff during it, finally Lance gets out of the cab with and he walks through his house. It was empty now with his nieces and nephews out of it.
It felt empty and lonely in his house with no one to welcome him home or simply be there but he’s too drunk to think about sad stuff right now so he falls into his bed, snuggling onto a pillow and passing out.
He begins to sleep carelessly, falling deeper and deeper in his head, dreaming about stupid, pointless and random things until it happens again.
It’s one of those nights, those dreadful nights of Lance dreaming about Allura; having to look at Allura in the eyes, being able to listen to her soft breathing, having their bodies so entangled with each other so that he can hear her pulse so close to his only for it to soon fade to nothing.
Every time he wakes up to this bitter feeling in his chest, his heart is filled with Allura’s touch and affection but also emptied with his grief of her. How can someone feel so empty yet so whole? He wonders most nights.
Per usual he wakes up in cold sweat, his hands trembling, craving Allura’s hand to be entwined with his own.
He sits up in his bed, the silence is killing him slowly, his thoughts are flooding in his head, all his grief and sadness pile up in his head. He wants to escape.
He grabs his wallet and phone and calls a cab to go to the one place he feels calm at.
“Hey kid, where’d ya wanna go?” The cab driver says as he takes a drag out of his cigarette.
“Take me to the Voltron monument or the Allura statue quickly” He gives the cash to the cab driver and the driver begins to drive quick manner but not enough that they would get pulled over by the cops.
Once they arrive Lance sprints over to the statue to see Keith with half-drunken a bottle of whiskey in his hands, sipping it as he’s yelling out words towards Allura’s statue.
“You tell him you love him and then leave, so did you ever really love him? Or did you like the fact that he was there when Lotor wasn’t what he thought he was” Keith stops and takes a swig of his rum.
Keith stumbles a little as he starts pointing toward Allura in a threatening way “Why did you mentally drain him when you could’ve just gotten over Lotor” Keith takes one final sip of his whiskey and slams it to the statue, breaking the top part of the bottle.
“HE CARED FOR YOU FOR SO LONG AND YOU LEFT HIM FEELING EMPTY” Keith points the broken bottle towards Allura in order to threaten her. “I LOVED HIM SO MUCH SO I BEARED THE FEELING, I KNEW HE LOVED YOU FROM THE START BUT WHY” Keith collapses on the ground with tears streaming off his face, meanwhile Lance is watching, his eyes are widening at the sudden confession.
“WHY DID YOU HAVE TO HURT HIM SO MUCH, WHY DID HE LOSE HIS SPARK, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE THE ONE” Keith shouts as his voice cracks, he fully breaks down in front of the statue, he’s having trouble breathing now as he watches the statue being as still as ever.
Keith covers his face with his palms, trying to hide his jealousy. “You’re all that he thinks about, I see it in his eyes whenever we hang out it’s you that he’s thinking about. Every time I take him out for a drive, he wishes that you were there, every time I’ve taken him places, he wishes you were there, everything anyone’s ever done, all he’s doing is thinking about you.”
“I hate the fact that it was always you.” Keith finally finishes his words and curls up into a ball and begins to look at the statue again and he chuckles. “Sorry, I was just so jealous of you Allura, not of your riches but because you had the one thing I’ve always needed”
The voice in Lance’s head is screaming, begging to it to not be what he’s thinking. “You took away Lance.” Lance’s eyes tear up from the sudden revelation, has Keith loved him from the start while Lance was ogling Allura, how could he not have said anything? Lance’s head is filled with questions until a voice breaks through.
Keith looks around to see “Lance?” Keith is paralyzed at the sight but one question manages to get out of his mouth “How much did you hear?”
Lance is silent at first but then answers “Everything. Keith, you love me?” Keith is dead still, processing what just happened.
Keith began to wipe away his tears and stands up “Yes, I have loved you since the start of Voltron, maybe even since the Garrison” Keith flinches when Lance walks closer to him, Lance wipes away the tears that are falling off of Keith’s cheek when he was talking.
Lance hugs Keith and whispers into his ear “I’m so sorry that I didn’t fall in love with you” Keith embraces back with tears.
“I’ve known for years that you could never love me like you loved Allura but I could never let go of you, my love for you was so whole yet so empty.” Keith’s voice cracks as Lance begins to do calming motions on Keith’s back to calm his nerves. Lance knew what the feeling felt like, he's felt that feeling since forever.
The two break apart and sit down on a bench in front of Allura’s statue “I want you to tell me everything that happened with us and I want your point of view.” Keith slightly smiles but not of happiness or calmness, it’s a smile of relief that he doesn’t have to hide anymore.
And so, Keith tells Lance everything that happened, how he’s felt for the last years, all the memories that he loved between them and all the things he’s kept from Lance for the past years, Lance is listening intently to everything that Keith has to say.
“That’s all of it,” Keith says gently with a quiet smile.
“Wow, I can’t believe that I’ve never known.”
Keith giggles as he says softly “That’s why it’s called a secret Lance, could you do one last thing for me?”
“Of course, after all that I owe you the world.” Keith gets closer to Lance, their hands slightly intertwining with each other.
“Could you please kiss me?” Keith says with a slight smile of hope and a light red tint on his face.
Lance and Keith start to get closer and closer until Lance could feel Keith’s breath on his face but the sun shines in their faces and Lance sees Allura and guilt washes over him. “I’m sorry Keith.” Keith sighs a little and then smiles painfully at Lance.
“It’s fine, I needed that wakeup call” Keith ruffles Lance’s hair one more time before he gets his helmet and climbs over his motorcycle. “I’ll see next time Lance! And it was never your fault for making me feel that way, it was mine.” Keith smiles softly as he puts on his helmet and starts up his motorcycle.
“Thank you Keith for everything.” Lance goes toward Keith and embraces him, "Safe trip Mullet!" Lance shouts as he waves at Keith with a bright smile, over the years the two of them grew closer and closer together, growing and healing with one another as friends.