Langst One-Shots

Langst Fourteen - I'm Ready To Talk

Langst/Klance with some fluffy bonding at the end bc I'm not a horrible person.

I take that back but whatever.

High school AU - contains lots of swear words and a few slurs. Read at your own risk.

Lance shoved his glasses up on his nose. He hated them so much, especially since stupid fuckinh bullies had broken them so much that they actually had the stereotyped white tape on the center holding them together.

"Hey, McGayn!" Someone yelled. Lance's stomach turned inside out and his legs began to carry him farther away from the school. He heard people chasing after him. Goddamn asshole seniors.

"Where are you going, nerd?!" A familiar voice jeered. Lance felt a tear drip down his cheek. Nyma used to be his best friend, but she backstabbed him when high school happened. She was a senior and him a freshman, but they had known each other since birth, practically.

"Lan-Lan, get back here!" A squeeky voice taunted. Lance gritted his teeth and kept running. He made the run across the community park, his bruised arm pounding, reminding him why he couldn't stop or slow down.

He turned the corner onto his street. So close, so close, so close! He was so close. He just had to be as fast as possible, and-

"Slow down!" A flustered voice called as the Cuban boy almost knocked someone over.

"S-sorry!" Lance gasped as he tripped over a crack in the sidewalk. He fell face-first onto the uneven concrete.

"Shit..." He muttered. He hoisted himself to his feet, shoved his glasses back in his face and kept running. His house was so close... If he could only make it home...!

"Come back here, smartass." Nyma growled. She picked up her pace and began to gain on Lance. She was obviously done playing with her food, and now it was time to go in for the kill...

"Leave me alone!" Lance yelled, sounding more confident than he really was. Nyma laughed and shoved Lance against a tree, earning Snickers from the rest of her group.

"Gimme the money."

"W-what money?"

"My money. The money you owe me."

"I don't owe you any-" Lance gasped as Nyma kicked him.

"Do you remember now?" She asked sweetly. Lance closed his eyes and gave her the two dollars and fifty-six cents in his pocket. Nyma rolled her eyes at the meager result of her chase, but took it anyway and walked off.

"See you tomorrow, ass-face." She called. Lance slumped to the ground and sighed. He was lucky she didn't beat him up. He had always thought that physical bullying would stop after fifth fucking grade, but no.

"What was that?" Someone asked him. A pale hand reached for him. Lance took it and stood up, dusting off his washed out jeans.

"It was nothing." Lance muttered. He started walking down the sidewalk.

"No it wasn't." The voice spun him around. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Lance gulped, as he now found himself facing the notoriously hot and gay Keith Kogane. "Seriously, it's nothing."

"Why were they doing that?" Keith persisted. Lance looked down at the ground. His words were hard to get out of his mouth.

"I don't know why." He lied. Keith raised an eyebrow but said nothing for a moment.

"You should fight back, you know." He sighed. Lance laughed.

"I wouldn't want to hurt them." He joked.

"If you can fight, why don't you?" Keith asked, missing the point entirely.

"Honestly?" Lance sighed and looked Keith in the face. "Because I did once. I was being bullied in fourth grade, and my dad kept telling me to hit him back. I didn't want to, but eventually, I did. I ended up breaking his arm and giving him two black eyes."

"Damn." Keith chuckled.

"It isn't funny!" Lance snapped. "I cost his family hundreds of dollars in hospital fees and almost got suspended." Lance sighed and looked back at the ground. "I don't want to hurt anyone again unless it's in self-defense. And in a life-threatening situation." He added hastily, watching how Keith was about to add something.

"Whatever, ninja boy." Keith smiled and kept walking, leaving Lance to walk the rest of the way home on his own.

°•°

"Were you spreading rumors about how you can take us out in a fight?" Nyma asked him as she shoved him against the brick walls of the school.

"N-no!" He shouldn't have trusted Keith. He should not have trusted Keith Motherfucking Kogane!

"Liar. Jack followed you. He heard you and that other fag talking. You said you could take me if you wanted to." Nyma let go of him and spread her arms. "Then take me."

"I..." Lance stared at the crowd of people starting to gather around them. He sighed, and let his head hang low. Nyma laughed.

Then he kicked her in ankle. She fell down, cursing and spitting. She jumped up and punched Lance in the face, then the gut. Lance coughed and stumbled back.

"That's right." Nyma spat, but before she could say anything else, Lance had punched her in the face. She stumbled back a few inches. Lance kicked her to the ground and she yelped.

"Leave me alone!" Lance yelled at her before running off. Nyma got up and spit some blood onto the dirt.

"Get this motherfucking fag!" She yelled. She and her pack of (honestly) generic bullies ran after Lance.

"Not happening." Lance heard Keith's voice, then the sound of more fighting. He just kept running.

°•°

Lance flinched as a twig snapped. He and Nyma were the only ones who knew how to climb this tree, so she would've known he'd go there.

"Hey." It was not Nyma, but Keith's voice that drifted up to him. Lance smiled slightly and dropped to the ground. "Damn. Are you part squirrel?"

"No, just ADHD." Lance grinned for a moment. Then he sighed and looked down. "Why did you fight them? You're gonna get in trouble now. We both are. We could be suspended."

"Nah, I think you'll be fine. I'll tell everyone it was just me, and after seeing me take down six people, they won't try to say anything different."

"You really know how this works, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Hey, if I get expelled, you'll be the valedictorian."

"Oh, because that makes up for it." Lance pursed his lips. Butterflies danced in his stomach. "This was my fight, you didn't have to get involved."

Keith leaned over and kissed him. Lance's eyes widened at first, but then he leaned into it.

"Yes I did." Keith smiled as he pulled away.

"W-why?" Lance stuttered as pink spread across cheeks.

"Because otherwise, I wouldn't have an excuse to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk with you right now." Lance said. Keith looked terrified until Lance pulled him into a kiss. Lance wrapped his arms around Keith's neck and kneaded his fingers through Keith's hair.

When he finally pulled away, Keith was grinning like an idiot.

"Okay, I'm ready to talk now."