Lance X Keith X punk!reader

Part One

You sighed and finished inking over another tattoo design as you turned the radio up another ten levels. The last customer you had left about thirty minutes ago and no one had driven buy sense. As you filled in the last scale on the snake you were drawing you stood and pinned it to the wall behind you, that was also littered in stray tattoo designs and posters. A smile found it's way onto your face as you looked around your new shop, with pride glittering in your eyes. You had been working at another tattoo parlor for a year and had several other part time jobs during that time so you could buy your own place, and you had finally done it. As you looked at the the brick walls, posters, doodles, and designs littering them the sound of a bell echoed through the shop and a warm burst of afternoon air embraced your arms. You quickly turned to see two men walk into the shop and laugh to themselves. You hurried behind the counter and turned down your radio as you asked,

"What'll you have?" The soldiers laughed as one put a hand in his pocket with a smirk.

"All of your cash," the other smirked as he rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie, "And the Glara symbol right here, we have to welcome our new member after all!"

"What," You mumbled as you watched your dream begin to crack and crumble before your eyes.

"You heard me," he growled as he pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at your chest. You couldn't help but look at him in shock as he glared at you and shot the gun at the wall behind you then pointed it back at you.

"What the hell are you looking at!?" the other yelled as he took a step forward. You slowly walked to the cash register, trying to stay calm. You opened the register and began putting the money in a Walmart bag you had used for your lunch that day. As you reluctantly handed over the cash you would have used to pay rent this month the Galra gang member grinned and roughly pulled you over to one of the tattoo chairs.

"Now, about that tattoo," the older one said as he rested the gun on a table to the side of the chair and the other man laid back in the chair. You began to zone out and let shock take hold of you as you got out some purple ink and prepped a used and dirty gun. The least you could do was give this guy HIV or something worse, hopefully something worse. You silently sketched the gangs emblem on his forearm and plugged up the gun, not bothering to tell him it would sting a little or clean the surface. As you turned it on he flinched and the buzzing of the gun began to echo through the room and your mind. You began filling in the simple symbol and pretended that you were just drawing a huge dick right on his forearm.

"Could you make it look like it's glowing or something," the new Galra underling said as he vaguely gestured to the edges of the emblem.

"Could you put my money back I'm my register," you mumbled thoughtlessly.

"Watch it," The older Galra growled as he began to reach for the gun he had put on the table.

"I thought it was a pretty good idea," a deep voice said from behind you. The Galra across from you hesitated as he looked up and you saw a fist clash with his face and the back of his head hit the table. You watched his eyes roll back in his head and looked at the man standing above you. He had black hair with a white tuft in the front and a pretty sharp jawline. He was well built and dressed in all black.

"Now unless you want to end up like your friend-"

"Not if I can help it," The Galra behind you grinned as he pressed the gun to your head and put a hand around your waist, "Grab the bag," He said as he loosened his grip. You bent down and grabbed the bag as You looked up at the man attempting to save you.

"You don't have to do-" he began but the Galra holding wouldn't hear it.

"Another word out of you and I shoot her in the head!" he yelled as he backed toward he door and opened it.