Klance One Shots

Roommates AU

In one moment I was on Varadero Beach watching the sunset with my siblings and parents. I was sitting in my swim trunks with my hair matted to my forehead. The colours in the sky were lighting up everything. The ocean's waves crashed against the shore.

The next I heard screams. I looked around and I see my family crushed under the debris of broken buildings. The town was in flames and I was perfectly fine. Unless you count being drenched in blood fine. I was shaking, my breath was uneven. I heard an inhuman roar.

My legs were shaking but they took a step forward and I was running. I ran to the beach that my family used to enjoy. The sand was yellow and the once blue ocean was red. I ran into the ocean.

I collapsed, my head slammed into he ocean floor and the once calm ocean roared and the waves pounded against me. My vision darkened and all I could hear was the scream of despair and the sound I used to love drowning me.
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I bolted up from bed in a cold sweat. I stood up and walked to the mirror in the bathroom and realized I had forgotten my face mask. I stared at myself in the mirror. My reflection flashed and I saw myself covered in blood and back to myself. My eyes widened and I sank to the floor.

I put my head in my hands. I remembered that night I remembered the cries of pain. J could've saved them but I didn't. My eyes stung and before I knew it I was crying.

I was fucking crying.

I hated crying t showed weakness. I was supposed to be tough, arrogant, and cocky. I wasn't; I was scared insecure, and never hated myself more than when I cried. I tried so hard to be this character and in the end I was this scared insecure person.

I couldn't fight the voice that tells me that my friends don't like me or that my co-workers don't like me or my own roommate, and boyfriend, hates me. It was the on thing that I couldn't ignore. I sobbed even more; I brought my knees to my chest and placed my forehead on my thighs and cried even more.

I didn't realize the voice that was calling my name, "Lance ?! Are you okay?! I'm coming in!". The door opened and I turned my head to see my roommate Keith.

Keith's normal mullet was messy and his grey eyes with the flecks of violet were tired and worn. He was wearing a black t-shirt and red boxers. His eyes, while tired, were filled with concern. When he saw me his eyes widened as he instantly dropped to his knees and stared at me.

He might be my boyfriend but I didn't understand the concern. We never got along couldn't go a conversation without bickering. Granted, I usually started them but I still didn't understand the worry. He leaned in and I sucked in a breath. I stared into Keith's eyes as he spoke, "Lance tell me what happened."

I shook my head. Keith was an orphan, a foster kid. He had his own problems that it caused and I refused to dump any of mine on him. He gave me a stone cold stare as if to say 'you better tell me what happened you little shit.". I lifted up a shaky hand and pretended to zip my mouth. Keith rolled his eyes, "Lance I swear to fucking God you better tell me what happened." I shook my head to avoid Keith's stare. If there was one thing I couldn't say no to (besides the voice) was Keith's stare.

That boy could make me do anything with that stare. Keith turned my head to face him. He cupped my cheek and I couldn't help but lean into it. Damn, his hands were soft without those gloves. Keith's eyes never broke his contact with me. "Lance tell me what happened," and I instantly told knowing that I couldn't win this fight. Keith's eyes were getting sadder with each detail. I let my legs straighten out and Keith took that opportunity to straddle me. Both his hands were on my face and could feel the warmth radiating.

"Lance, I don't want you to worry yourself with this. I want you to understand that I'm not just your roommate, I'm your boyfriend. What happened was not your fault and that you should always confide in me. I'm here and don't let that stupid voice in your head tell you otherwise."

I stared at him and without thinking I said, "God I love you." And pulled him into a kiss.

His arms went around my neck and my arms snaked around his waist pulling him closer. His hands messed with my hair as he pushed into the kiss. My hands went just under the rim of his shirt. He moaned and I took the opportunity to slide my tongue in. In an instant we were at war and the passion was igniting. When Keith pulled away I groaned in protest.

"Lance we have school tomorrow."

"So?"

"We're going to sleep," he stood up and pulled me with him. Our bodies were close and since he was short his forehead touched my lips; which I delightfully gave a peck on. When Keith pulled away and walked to the bedroom he turned and said,

"I love you too."

Gah, I love writing this one. I honestly relate to Lance in this so much. I hope you enjoyed it because I did. This was the first story I wrote after kid napping the note book the second story was a multi chapter one which will be a stand alone some point in time.

Until next time❤️💙