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*Lance's POV*
"I miss you...come home Lance." I heard my mother's gentle sobs begging me to return to her. To come home. I wanted to go home.
"Mom...I-I can't I'm a part of Voltron now, I have to defend the universe..." I hiccuped, and I wanted more than anything at that moment to go home, home to my parents. To my brothers. To my sisters. To everyone...but I couldn't I would never be able to return, not until we defeated Zarkon.
"You obsess over Zarkon, I think you're the enemy, breaking your family's hearts. WE HATE YOU!" She yelled. My Mama hated me. My family hated me. All of them...
"NO! NO! NO!" I sobbed, hiding my face in my hands.
"Nobody loves you, Lance. We all hate you, your team hates you, Keith hates you. You will never be loved. You are gonna die alone, and no one is gonna care. We lost faith in you coming home the minute you left, we'd be happy if you died on your next mission." My Mother laughed, fading as she spoke until she was just a faint trail of smoke, leading me to Keith.
"Hey Lance." He whispered softly, grabbing my hands and pulling me towards him.
"Hi Keith." I smiled halfheartedly.
"I just wanted to tell you something." Keith chuckled, placing a hand on my cheek, "Everything your Mama just said, it was all true. She hates you, your family hates you, and you know what, Lance? I hate you. You are the worst human being I've ever met, you are crazy for believing I'd like you! I wish we never met." Keith snarled, snickering at each insult.
I stumbled backwards, "Nobody loves me?"
"Exactly, and nobody ever will. You should just kill yourself." He smirked.
"I should just kill myself?" I sobbed, watching as Keith faded to smoke.
"Yes, kill yourself Lance, maybe someone will love you more when you're dead." Keith said, his voice getting more quiet as he slowly faded away, turning to smoke.
Everything was black for a moment, no color, nothing, then the room lit up, turning white. I couldn't do this anymore, I fell to the white floor sobbing. I should just kill myself.
"Lance! LANCE! Are you okay? Wake up! Please wake up!" A familiar voice begged, and I felt my body being desperately shaken.
I gasped loudly, shooting up from my bed as I woke up. My eyes were itchy and my face was red and blotchy and tear-stained.
"I SHOULD JUST KILL MYSELF!" I yelled, sobbing into the sheets.
"What? Lance, no. You should not just kill yourself, the world would be worse without you." Keith scolded.
"But-But Keith, you said you hated me! My Mama said she hated me!" I sobbed, clutching the sheets as the tears ran down my cheeks.
Keith paused for a moment, then a small 'oh' escaped his lips, "Lance, listen. That wasn't real, it was a dream, Lance. Your Mother doesn't hate you, she loves you, your family loves you, all of them do. And Lance, I don't hate you...I-I love you Lance." Keith whispered in my ear. I felt weightless as he pulled me to his chest, running his fingers through my hair, whispering sweet nothings.
"You-You love me?" I asked, hiccuping softly, looking up at Keith's face, my head still pressed against his chest.
I felt somewhat of a panic, the boy that I wanted more than anything had just confessed to me...
"Ugh....yeah. How could I not? You're funny, cute, sweet and to be honest you are everything I've always wanted in a person."
The next events were a blur. I felt a gentle pressure on the back of my neck, lifting me up. I felt a softness on my lips, the softness of another pair of lips, and holy shit it felt so good. The kiss was short and sweet, all the pain I had just felt seemed to fade, fade into smoke, I felt like I was flying.
But I still wanted to be dead. After the words Mama had said and Keith had said, I wanted more than anything to die, just like they wanted. I reached for the gun I had on my bedside table, putting it to my head.
"LANCE! Put the gun down. Now." Keith took in a sharp breath as he spoke.
"No, you wanted me dead. Mama wanted me dead. You guys said that maybe if I died maybe someone would love me! But if I don't kill myself no one will love me, ever! I want someone to love me!" I sobbed, finger on the trigger.
"Shh...Lance, please drop the gun...I love you and I love the live you. I'd be broken if you died. Your mother loves you more than anything, the people who told you all this shit weren't real. They were dreams, nobody would hate you in real life, Lance." Keith hushed, carefully taking the gun out of my hand and throwing it to the side.
I felt the gentleness of arms wrapping around me, hushing me quietly, pressing gentle kisses all over me. Telling me over and over that he loved me, and that I was the world to him, and that he'd die if I died before him.
"Hey Keith?" I whimpered, ignoring the tears that blurred my vision.
"Yeah?" He replied quietly.
"I love you too, and I wasn't drunk that night at the bar, I wanted you so bad that I lied." I laughed.
"I'll forgive you for that if I can have permission to kiss you whenever I want." Keith smiled brightly.
"Permission granted, but that means I can make as many nicknames for you as I want." I declared proudly.
"Hold up, I didn't agree to that I-" Keith began.
"Too late Keithy boy!" I laughed, putting my hands on the back of his neck, and he chose that moment to kiss me. And we kissed like that for what felt like hours, I felt like we knew each other so well, too well, but what I didn't know is that when I fell asleep, Keith didn't sleep, he sat up and watched me breathe, he watched me breathe until the moment I woke up.