Forgotten by the Reaper

by Banana_Breadz

Summary:

So he grabbed his bike, going to the site in hopes for a lost person.

Turned out, he was the one who was lost this whole time, because there, his new family awaited him.

Or,

That one episode where Keith tried to sacrifice himself, and nobody knew. But this time, they find out and help Keith realize he’s not alone.

Chapter 1: False Hopes

Notes:

So this fic is set after the end of episode 6, season 4. (Like the last 5-10 mins)

Basically, my version of it bc Keith literally almost sacrificed himself, and they completely glossed over it… like…

So yeah! It’s not that angsty, this is just kind of a better closure for that episode (for me). Enjoy <33

 

Death was never among his fears, if he had any at all.

 

He was so used to that concept, the void where people left to, the light they graduated for. His father, who died a heroic death, saving a family in a fire, but leaving his own. His mother, who he assumed was dead because his father protected him from the truth.

 

And at the time, at such an innocent and gentle age, he thought it harder to swallow the fact his mom was probably dead, rather than just gone.

 

Because you can’t blame a dead person.

 

 

He never blamed his father for leaving him, not when he kept a stranger alive, giving his own life in their stead, like a sacrifice, except he didn’t get anything but a title on his grave.

 

He didn’t blame his mother for being absent, not knowing if she really was alive, he assumed her death, thinking maybe she was living a better life somewhere than just picking up the sad mess of a 11-year old boy.

 

 

He never blamed them, because he thought maybe solitude was just the life meant for him.

 

 

At first, he hated that life.

 

 

He hated being picked last in pe because he was quiet, he hated sitting by himself in the cafeteria because he didn’t have the guts to ask someone to be friends, he hated sitting at the dinner table, warming up two plates of food when he was the only one left.

 

 

 

But soon, he just thought life was the one to blame, not his quietness, his shyness, and definitely not his hopefulness.

 

 

So why would he care anymore?

 

 

He didn’t care that they called him freak at the Garrison, he knew his strengths better than anyone.

 

 

He didn’t care that he had anger issues, they only came out when he actually made it farther than anyone. It just showed how badly he wanted something, how hard he tried.

 

 

 

But then Shiro showed up.

 

 

Showed him that if the world is unfair, if people unfair, you just try a little harder to justify it.

 

 

And for the first time in a long time, he felt like he was in a family. Not one he was born into, not one he was forced into, but one he found.

 

 

It was like Shiro had been waiting in the lost and found, Keith was just too scared to take what wasn’t his.

 

 

 

But then, like always, the world shot down this futile idea of hope.

 

 

Shiro went missing on the Kerberos mission, along with others, no traces of anything left on that planet.

 

 

And Keith thought maybe he should have left him at the lost and found.

 

 

 

 

 

However, as time moved on, he was used to the solitary.

 

 

A small shack with wood walls and floors, some tiles were uneven, some cobwebs collected in the corners, but still, it was home.

 

 

The nights were always peaceful, nothing but crickets and the secrets of the wind eased his mind into sleep, before he woke up to gentle rays of sunlight. The morning sun casting it’s might through the thin curtains, a burgundy tint, it borrowed.

 

 

 

 

But one night, as he was getting ready for bed, the sky fell, a man in a ship crashing onto Earth, just a few miles away.

 

 

Shiro , he knew, but the world taught him not to let his hope creep in so soon. So he grabbed his bike, going to the site in hopes for a lost person.

 

 

Turned out he was the one who was lost this whole time, because there, his new family awaited him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The black suit felt tighter than it did earlier, the castle seemed brighter, the voices a little louder.

 

 

Exiting the Galra pod, wearing the stolen Galra suit, he walked into the familiar palace, Voltron had been talking about the recent events, in which Lotor had saved them all last minute from Haggar’s bomb by taking down her force field.

 

 

But what they didn’t know was that Keith was just about to do that himself, just seconds before the half-blood showed up.

 

 

 

Well, one person knew.

 

 

 

“Keith!” Matt ran down the hall, pushing his glasses up before stopping in front of the paladin, “What the hell were you thinking?”

 

 

The others stopped their discussion, turning their attention to the nearby distress.

 

 

“I was gonna do what I had to.”

 

 

“You were gonna-!”

 

 

A stern voice chimed in, a hand gently on Matt’s shoulder, “Easy now,” Shiro starts, “We all just came back from a stressful mission, breathe and then tell us what happened, Matt.”

 

 

The younger glanced at Keith, in which he received a slight, but firm head shake.

 

 

Don’t say a word.

 

 

“…” Matt looked away, “It… its nothing. I’m going to bed.”

 

 

Taken aback, Shiro lets go, then glancing at the other paladins, who only shrugged, “Keith, what’s going on?”

 

 

“Nothing. We just had some risks.”

 

 

“What kind of risks?”

 

 

“Just minor ones, it was nothing,” his voice became a little agitated, clearly stressed from the mission, and exhausted from all these questions.

 

 

Even now, his judgment was questioned.

 

 

Even though he was leader of Voltron for a  little, even though he was part of the Blade of Marmora, even though he was a paladin—just like the rest—he felt like everyone still saw him as a hot-tempered teen who made selfish decisions.

 

 

And sometimes he wanted to act like one, because Shiro’s eyes still glistened with suspicion, his face was still stern and ready to push all of Keith’s buttons just to find out what happened.

 

 

But he was smarter than that, “It was nothing Shiro. It was just that stealing t Galra pod backfired because someone almost caught me,” he shamelessly lied through his teeth.

 

 

“Are you sure?”

 

 

“Yes.”

 

 

“…” helpless, the older sighed, moving out of Keith’s way, “Okay, just get some rest.”

 

 

“…yeah,” the red paladin walked off, arms still crossed, and his mind still heavy with thoughts.

 

 

 

The other paladins glanced at Lance, who had been listening to music with a clay face mask on, “What?”

 

 

“What are you doing?” Pidge started, a small scoff.

 

 

“Im relaxing, that mission was hella scary.”

 

 

“No—I mean why aren’t you going and talking to Keith, aren’t you guys dating??”

 

 

“First of all— we’re not, it’s complicated. Second of all—he’s always like that! If Shiro can’t get him to fess-up, what makes you think I can??”

 

 

“Because he likes you , Lance,” her voice comes out sarcastic, her arms crossed.

 

 

“Ughh, fine. I just need five more minutes on this face mask—“

 

 

“Lance!”

 

 

“Okay, okay!” He grumbled, taking off his earbuds as he wiped off the white clay mask using his robe sleeve, “Jeez.”

 

 

 

As Lance followed Keith’s path, Shiro glanced at Matt’s room, “Pidge, I think we should go talk to your brother. He was definitely hiding something.”

 

 

“Yeah…” she took off her glasses, holding them in her lap with a slight frown, “I’ve never seen him so freaked out like that…”

 

 

“…Neither have I. Something definitely happened.”

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

So this chapter looked a lot longer in my notes…. Oopsies.

Chapter 2: The Cliff

Notes:

Yayayayayay new chapter

 

 

“Keith, buddy,” Lance sighed, leaning against the door frame by the locked room, “Just talk to me.”

 

 

“No. I’m going to bed.”

 

 

“Yeah right! At 8pm??”

 

 

“Lance,” Keith opens his door, his expression serious and his voice loud, “Can you just drop it already?”

 

 

“…”

 

 

Shit, he messed up again.

 

 

It’s not that he was actually angry at Lance, he didn’t do anything to him. It was just that he knew where this was going. Even if he had been absent from Voltron, he knew Lance.

 

 

At first, he didn’t like the idea, the proof of how close they’d become. The silly and annoying paladin suddenly acting close with him. Rivals, Lance called them, but Keith didn’t want to be labeled in any way together.

 

 

 

 

Now, it felt like he had a shoulder to lean on. But he was scared of making that shoulder worn out.

 

 

Scared that his worries and deep thoughts would be too heavy for that bone, that it’d crawl deeper than his skin, making him bleed, making him hurt too.

 

 

And what if it was never fixed again?

 

 

What if Lance realized he didn’t want to put up with this anymore?

 

 

Keith imagined so many scenarios in which Lance left him alone, some of them almost actually happening.

 

 

When Lance was just too scared or tired, when Keith was too angry or stressed. Their unhealthy habit of fighting, even when there was no reason too.

 

 

He imagine it was like being on a cliff, every time they climbed, the exhaustion was too much, they grabbed at each others collars, knocked each other over—almost slipping off the cliff.

 

But every time, they would stop and back away from the edge, somehow turning the situation into a good memory. Whether laughing it off, or making a bad joke, Lance would offer a hand, Keith would give a comforting word, just something to take them off the edge.

 

 

 

 

 

“Sorry— I didn’t mean to yell like that, sorry.”

 

 

Lance walked inside, sitting on the bed, his hand fiddling with the blade under the pillow, “Keith, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

 

 

Keith sat beside him, keeping some space between them, making sure not scare off Lance, “I’m okay.”

 

 

“And what about earlier, with Matt?”

 

 

“…I was just exhausted, but still okay.”

 

 

Lance dropped the blade, turning to look at the red paladin, his eyes curving at the ends, his brows knitted, “Then why did Matt make it seem like you weren’t?”

 

 

“…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Black skies, black space, black room as he didn’t bother to turn on the lights.

 

 

Sometimes the dark helped ease his mind, kept his busy mind at bay for a little while, at least.

 

 

A few knocks on his door, “Matt? Are you in there? We wanted to talk to you.”

 

 

“…yeah, come in.”

 

 

“Hey…” Shiro offered a reaffirming smile, standing in front of the scientist as Pidge sat on the bed beside him, “First of all, are you okay?”

 

 

“Am I-?” He let our a dry laugh, emotionally exhausted after todays events, and even more so when Keith tried to downplay what happened like it was nothing, “Honestly, I’m not. My friend almost got hurt today.”

 

 

Pidge glanced at Shiro, puzzled at what to say next.

 

 

It didn’t come easy for her either, seeing her brother completely fine everyday after she spent the past years of her life thinking he was dead.

 

So she sympathized with his words, knowing Keith, he’d likely hide whatever happened today just because he felt it wasn’t something significant.

 

 

“Matt… what happened today?”

 

 

He sighed, taking off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand before leaning forward so that his elbows rested on his knees, “After me and the rebels came in… we saw that Voltron was backing away from the force field…and we were gonna leave too, but Keith…”

 

 

“Keith what?”

 

 

“He… he was going to take down the forcefield.”

 

 

Shiro crossed his arms, watching Matt carefully, “I don’t understand, what was the problem exactly?”

 

 

“He was going to take it down by crashing into it and sacrificing himself,” a heavy exhale, rubbing his eyes to keep them from watering.

 

 

He then looked up, seeing Pidge’s surprise, and the worry etched on Shiro’s face.

 

 

Pidge then stood up to Shiro, “…so, what do we do now?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shiro came down the hall to Keith’s room, but paused when he saw an upset Lance, standing just in front of it, arms crossed, worry eminent.

 

 

“I take it didn’t go well?”

 

 

An exaggerated sigh, “The guy is just too stubborn. He kicked me out when I started getting pushy.”

 

 

“Thanks for trying, Lance,” A firm hand in the blue paladin’s shoulder, “I know what happened now, so I’ll talk to him. You should come to.”

 

 

“Nah… I think he’s fed up with me.”

 

 

“He cares about you a lot Lance, I know he’s bad at showing it… but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

 

 

“…okay, but if I get kicked out again, I’m going to bed.”

 

 

Shiro opened the door to Keith’s room, and he sat on the desk chair, rolling it so it faced the bed. Meanwhile, Lance took the same place on the bed, nudging Keith with his shoulder, “I’m back.”

 

 

“I see that.”

 

 

Shiro clears his throat, “Keith, Matt told me what happened.”

 

 

“…”

 

 

“Why did you do that? Or— try to do that?”

 

 

“Shiro, I respect you, you know I do. But I thought you said you trusted my decisions? Why are you going back on that?”

 

 

Lance, who was still unaware of what Keith was at fault for, remained quiet, keeping a hand on the red paladin’s shoulder. Half for comfort, half for keeping him in line.

 

 

“It’s not that I don’t trust you— I’m just worried. I mean, none of us even knew about it.”

 

 

“Wait— im confused” Lance cuts in, “What did he do—“

 

 

“I didn’t have time to ask for permission! We were all gonna die if Lotor didn’t come in last second.”

 

 

Shiro stand up, fists clench, “So it’s okay if you die?!?”

 

 

“…”

 

 

“Keith,” Lance turns to him, his expression horrified, “What does he mean by that?”

 

 

“Nothing.”

 

 

“Keith— tell me honestly!”

 

 

“Keith I just want to know—“

 

 

“Keith, why would you even think of doing—“

 

 

“Keith!”

 

 

 

“ Keith !!”

 

 

 

 

 

“ Keith !!!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Keith.

 

 

 

He turned to the gentle tone, a deep voice with a chuckle at the end of his words.

 

 

A man with dark hair, a thin beard, a thick jacket, and a warm smile.

 

 

 

Keith looked around, he was back in his small cabin, a hideout, the other paladins called it, but they didn’t know that it was all he had left.

 

 

He turned back to the man, “Dad?”

 

 

“Keith… why are your walls so high?”

 

 

“What?”

 

 

The man took a step forward, his hand holding a white cloth, and inside was a beautiful dark blade, “I know your mom and I aren’t with you anymore… but…” He looked outside, where the sound of people and laughter could be heard, “You found your family, Keith. Just let them in.”

 

 

“I…. I don’t know how.”

 

 

“It’s easy, just—“

 

 

 

 

He suddenly stood in front of a grave, back to a little kid, holding the ends of his shirt, wiping his tears, all alone again.

 

 

Couldn’t he have stayed a little longer?

 

 

Couldn’t he have taken the day off, or call in sick so he never had to go to that fire?

 

 

For a while, Keith didn’t understand why he did it. Why his dad so easily put the life of a stranger before his own.

 

How he could so easily walk into his doom, knowing he may be leaving his son behind, just so that a family didn’t have to lose theirs.

 

 

 

When he became a Paladin, he finally stopped grieving his dad, understanding the responsibility and courage to try, even if it cost his own life.

 

 

Except that burden was greater than that of his dad.

 

 

He had the whole universe, weighing on his shoulders, should he fail— he failed the universe.

 

 

So as to why he tried sacrificing himself?

 

 

 

He honestly didn’t know.

 

 

 

It just felt like it might help, maybe he could save a couple rebels, save Lance and Shiro or the rest of Voltron.

 

 

Maybe even save a Galra pod from dying in vain like Zarkon brainwashed them to do, Keith was opened minded now.

 

 

But maybe he wouldn’t have saved anyone.

 

 

Maybe he knew that.

 

 

 

He did know that.

 

 

 

So why did he do it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Keith?”

 

 

The red paladin lowered his hands, not realizing he had been covering his ears, he exhaled, his lungs heavy after holding his breath so long.

 

 

He was back in his room, Shiro now kneeling, a firm hand on his knee. Lance still beside him, like he promised all those months ago.

 

 

Lance spoke gently, “Keith, why is it so easy for you to leave us?”

 

 

“I-… It’s not like that. I just…”

 

 

“Y’know, just when I think things are going well, you run off and join the Blade, or lock yourself in your room when you’re mad.”

 

 

“I don’t know. I just thought maybe I could bring down the shield. I was desperate. I don’t know how else to describe what I was feeling.”

 

 

“…” Shiro spoke up, “Keith, you will always be a paladin of Voltron. And it feels like you’re still trying to prove you belong here, were you that desperate?”

 

 

“I don’t belong anywhere, Shiro,” a flat tone, eyes looking to his hands, “I wasn’t desperate to prove myself. Just desperate to keep you guys alive.”

 

 

“…you…” Lance frowned, “You belong with us , Keith. How could you say that?”

 

 

He leaned forward, resting his face in his hands, he knew that by the minute he kept making the situation even worse.

 

 

He didn’t know how to ease the tension, how to explain that his actions really were just spur of the moment and not some long awaited agenda.

 

 

He wished he could crack a joke like Lance, or say something wise like Shiro. Maybe even something reasonable like Pidge, or kind like Hunk.

 

 

But all that ever came out of his mouth was anger. Words that were never meant to to be said, emotions that were just too strong too control. And he hated, more than anything in the world, that everyone forgave him— every single time.

 

 

He knew he wasn’t so deserving.

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Guys i have no idea where im going with this, bear with me….

Chapter 3: To Belong

Notes:

Somehow I wrapped this up with 3 chapters… but at least this one is a little longer..? 😭

Enjoy <3

 

 

 

 

He didn’t realize his lip started to bleed from how bad he was biting them.

 

 

He didn’t realize how white his knuckles were from how tight he was squeezing them.

 

 

And he certainly didn’t realize how long the night was, years of stars having the whole sky for themselves, their time of expression.

 

 

He hadn’t looked at either of them for a while, just at his lap, sometimes the white floors, which carried a dark hue from the dim outside.

 

 

He heard them call his name, so many times now, he felt like it didn’t belong to him.

 

 

Oh right, Lance used that word.

 

 

 

Belong .

 

 

 

 

What did that even mean? To belong?

 

 

Do people belong with people? To a place? With things?

 

 

Do they belong with what they love? Or with whats most convenient?

 

 

 

 

He never knew, not having friends or family, barely having a home that felt comfortable, not even having possessions that could tell him more about who he was.

 

 

Not until later, at least.

 

 

 

It was funny, how back on earth he felt alien, like an outcast who didn’t belong. Never felt truly at peace with his old home or classmates or child services.

 

 

But then when he left for space, now hundreds of years away from that small blue and green planet, he so desperately wanted to sleep on that old bed beneath the wooden roof. He wanted to watch his classmates train on flight simulators and talk during lunch. He wanted to feel seen, even if it was just by people doing their job— the bare minimum of making sure a 10 year old didn’t live by himself.

 

 

 

It seemed he felt like he belonged wherever he couldn’t reach.

 

 

And maybe that was just another way of saying he didn’t belong anywhere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The tension was cut by a hopeless sigh. The floor creaking as Shiro stood up, headed towards the door, “I’m going to bed, but this conversation isn’t over. You really scared us, Keith.”

 

 

The door closed, Lance remained still, watching Keith’s blade glisten from the moonlight through the window, “Keith… can you just say something? Anything?”

 

 

“…I’m sorry.”

 

 

Finally, the blue paladin looked the other in the eye, the small drops of blood on his lips in the corner of his vision, the trembling knuckles under his own tan hands, and the sanctuary of the night—which was nothing but Keith’s prison.

 

 

“I’m sorry that I yell, I’m sorry that I was a bad leader, I’m sorry that I didn’t like you at first.”

 

 

“Keith—“

 

 

“And I’m sorry that I scared you—that I still scare you.”

 

 

“…no— you don’t have to apologize, I should be the one saying sorry…” he held the pale hands tightly, “I didn’t even know about it until now…”

 

 

 

“Lance,” the obsidian-black eyes met with his, carrying the tint of the lonely night, a single glint—a star, which somehow happened to be Lances whole world, “If I had died, not much would’ve changed. That’s why I did it.”

 

 

“…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It had been years now that they’ve known each other, a lifetime that they loved each other—even though they didn’t say it. And yet Keith still didn’t know where he stood in the other’s life.

 

This, Lance realized, was how hard he failed.

 

 

Not just as a lover, not just as a friend, but also as a person.

 

 

Because he forgets too, that Keith doesn’t know how to express his emotions. And even if he did, he certainly wouldn’t be the first to do so. Not that he was scared, he just needed some form of affirmation that his emotions were valid—real.

 

But because Lance neglected this, Keith had just gave up on this idea of fitting in. Of being able to laugh with the others like he didn’t just blow up on them the day before. Of sharing even his smallest insecurities, like he wasn’t on a pedestal titled ‘prodigy’ his whole life.

 

 

And eventually, this turned into thinking that all his emotions and thoughts—good or bad—were irrelevant.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Keith,” a desperate call, his eyes saying ‘ hear me. Please,’ as he hugged the red paladin, arms around the stiff suit, faced pressed near the cold cheeks, “If you had died, then I would have lost my home—no, I would have lost everything .”

 

 

Surprised, Keith’s brows knitted, his hands lightly and hesitantly hugging out of reflex, “What? You have a family on earth—friends across the universe… you have Voltron.”

 

 

“And I have you. Which goes above anything else on that list…. Just please… don’t try to sacrifice yourself again.”

 

 

“Lance…”

 

 

“I’d rather die together, than live alone.”

 

 

 

 

His teeth stopped digging into his lip, his knuckles relaxed, his breath hitched.

 

 

Alone.

 

 

If you didn’t belong somewhere, you were alone. Keith knew it all too well, it almost felt foreign to think he belonged anywhere.

 

 

Yet….

 

 

 

Lance sat here, holding onto him like a lifeline. The guy who had everything, but had nothing without Keith.

 

 

And he wished he knew earlier that he was so significant to Lance, so important that he could make even the most joyous and social person feel lonely.

 

 

He never meant to make him feel that terrible emotion. He never would’ve joined the Blade of Marmora, gone on rouge missions, or isolated himself in his room if it meant Lance was on the other side of the door, longing for his presence.

 

 

To think that he had such a strong impact, for someone loved him that much.

 

 

 

He realized, he would’ve regretted everything if he had died.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Keith…?” Lance pulled away, watching the red paladin’s face scrunch from heartache. His hands reached to catch the tears that barely let themselves fall, his gentle touch soothing the burning pain.

 

 

“I didn’t— I didn’t want to die…” he managed through his shaky breath, trying to calm himself, but the tears kept flowing, and his expression tightened, “I don’t want to die.”

 

 

“Then rely on me more— on Shiro and everyone else. We want to be there for you…” Lance pulled him close again, Keith resting his head on the shoulder once again. It wasn’t going to break, he wasn’t going to bleed. Lance was there for him, always will, “You just…. have to let us in, Keith.”

 

 

“…I… I don’t know how.”

 

 

“Keith,” he cupped the tear-stained cheeks, his thumbs wiping the new drops, just for more to fall, “You let us in when you tell us when your still hurting from an injury, when you feel sick in the morning, when your scared or cant sleep— it’s the little things.”

 

 

“Those are trivial.”

 

 

“Those are what’s most important to me.”

 

 

 

“Why?”

 

 

“Because I love you.”

 

 

“Even when I’m being an asshole?” He almost scoffs, his tears starting to dry out.

 

 

“ Especially when you’re an asshole.”

 

 

 

“….I’ll try, for you. I can’t do it if it’s for anyone else.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Everyone, sit down,” Allura, hints to the red paladin standing just before everyone, “Go ahead, Keith.”

 

 

 

His arms crossed, habitually biting his lip before he finally spoke, “I wanted to… apologize to everyone.”

 

 

Lance nodded, a small gesture to let him know he’s okay, he’s doing good.

 

 

“Um… I realize now that Iv’e been taking you all for granted… because I thought that I was just a burden here.”

 

 

A shaky breath, but then, Shiro stands, a firm hand on his shoulder, just behind him, a signal to keep going.

 

 

“And it took me almost dying to realize that this whole time… you guys do care about me… in your own weird ways.”

 

 

 

“Keith,” the older speaks up, “We’re here for you, even when you don’t want us to.”

 

 

“Thanks…. And i’ll try to be better about… everything. Being a better paladin, a better leader if need be, and a better friend….. um, that was all.”

 

 

“Thank you Keith,” as the other paladins give small gestures of support before doing their own thing, Shiro remained—his voice so gentle, and so safe, “I know you’re doing your best.”

 

 

“…I won’t let you down again.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Wow, that took me back to high school… I felt like I had to give a presentation next,” Lance chuckled, resting on his bed during the afternoon.

 

 

“Shut up….” Keith came from the bathroom, before leaning on the window hedge, “I just… I didn’t realize that me being selfless…was actually me being selfish.”

 

 

“What do you mean?”

 

 

“I was so alone as a kid… even after I left the Garrison…. and I know I seem used to it… but I hated it..” He turned to the blue paladin, moving to sit beside him, leaning back against the headboard, “I didn’t know that me leaving… would make you feel alone too. I never wanted you to know what that felt like.”

 

 

“…well, I didn’t know that me not saying anything, acting like everything was okay… made you feel like you had to put on an act too.”

 

 

“I guess we both suck at dating…”

 

 

A light chuckle, Lance sat up, pressing a small kiss beside the other’s lip before chuckling, “It’s okay, we have all the time in the universe.”

 

 

 

“Yeah…”

 

 

 

 

Although he wasn’t under an old wooden roof, having dinner with his dad, or learning about space from the small blue planet, he knew where his home was. Where his heart belonged.

 

 

It wasn’t a person or place.

 

 

 

It was a small thing.

 

 

 

So trivial compared to the fight for the universe.

 

 

And he didn’t know it was with him all along, he was so busy building the walls around his heart, he didn’t see it before.

 

 

 

It was a little thing called Love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

This chapter, I felt, resonated with me a little bit, so I really enjoyed writing this part—and I even felt a sense of relief?? Idk?

I hope yall liked it!!