Circus (Klance AU)

Keith?...Lance?...Altea?

Hello Lovelyz! Happy Friday and welcome to the weekend! Right now I am thankfully keeping up with daily updates, but i don't know how much longer I can because. Life. College. Woot. Anyways! Please enjoy the third part of this story with all your heart! Thank you for reading this shit! :)

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Keith, What the fuCK. WHat the A C T U A L fuck, Keith. 

His mind was running a million miles per hour and his body was doing just about the same. He was late. SO late. He mentally scolded himself for getting so caught up just because of cryptids being mentioned. Just like a kid in a candy shop. Now he was gonna be so fucking late in getting ready for the show later tonight. 

His thoughts moved to the stranger he had just met as he raced along the trail. Lance...He was odd and a little bratty and Keith was a little put off at first, but the guy believed in cryptids so he couldn't be that bad. Right? Even if his eyes obviously didn't work because that was definitely a Mothman print. Hands down. No question about it. If Keith had a dream as a kid, it was catching Mothman. When anybody had asked him what he wanted to do when he grew up, as a kid he would automatically say cryptid Wrangler, or more specifically Mothman Wrangler. So Keith knew what the freak he was talking about, and THAT was Mothman.

Of course, that didn't go over well with the other kids, and so, on top of being a foster kid moving from place to place, Keith had soon found himself ostracized and undeniably lonely. He moved from place to place, school to school, never staying anywhere long enough to actually care about anything. He got so used to the abrupt moves, trash bags full of his clothes, which reeked of cigarette smoke, and dirty more than clean. He got used to the foster families who took him in with just the intentions of getting what money they could from the system and being endlessly handed down. Any place he did want to stay was ripped away from him as soon as he got there and at the tender age of five, he had learned that attachment was useless.

That was what he thought. And so he learned to repress his sometimes overflowing love for cryptids, and that was going well. That is, until today. So, today had been a royal fuck up. He was so prepared to get berated about his weird obsession, or to be told he was coming off too strong. What he hadn't expected was for someone who wasn't Pidge,  to share the same intense feelings about cryptids. Especially someone like lance who seemed trendy and flashy. Some one so egotistical at first glance. He was unprepared and thus he let it seep out.   

God Keith, why are you such a fuck up...

He checked the watch on his wrist and his eyes widen. Shit, shit, SHIT. He was gonna be SO fucking late.

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Lance looked down at his reflection on the water, watching as the movement of his feet distorted the flat surface. His face rippled back and forth before settling back into it's original state. He had been there for what seemed like forever, but what was in reality, only about fifteen minutes. He scrunch his eyebrows together. He loved the center of town, and he loved the rainbow lights and lanterns that hung across the square. They were beautiful, but one thing he hated was the light pollution. 

From home, he could stare up at the sky and be engulfed by thousands of stars. But here, he could barely see one star in the reflection of the pool. He could only imagine what the pool would look like in the darkness, reflecting back a galaxy. Lance had always had a fascination with the stars and all he could imagine when he was little was floating among them. 

"Lance, the stars shine bright so that we are never lost in the darkness!" He smiled fondly at the distant memory of his mother's words as she had stuck dozens of glow stars on the ceiling of his room. He had only been four or five at the time."If you ever find yourself wandering, Just look for the stars and you'll be home..."  

"Mama" He had asked "What if I can't find them?" 

"Well Mijo," She said, tucking the covers in around him, she gave him a soft smile. "Just because you can't see them, doesn't mean they aren't there. The best part about the stars is that even when the sun is up and the sky is blue, the stars are still shine just behind the sun. The Stars are one of the most constant things in the Universe." 

She Paused raising a hand to the ceiling and gently running her fingers across Lance's new sky. "Even when we stop existing the stars will still be there and we should always try to shine just as bright as them. The stars will never leave us, so we should never leave them." 

Lance snuggled into his covers and smiled, content with his mother's answer. "Yes, mama."

Lance's mama was many things. She was fiery, energetic and loving. However, of all those things, Lance loved her wisdom. Lance had tried his best to live by those words. But lately, his mind had been getting the best of him. 

A boom suddenly came from the other end of the square which had distracted him from his thought. It took his brain a moment to process the primal beat of a large drum and the sound of horns blaring. He pulled his feet out of the water and picked up his shoes, not bothering to put his shoes on. He pushed through the crowd that was now eagerly gathering around where the sound was emanating from. 

After being jostled back and forth for a few minutes, he finally managed to make it to the front. The sound abruptly stopped and with the last drum beat a light flashed on. In front of him he could make out the silhouette of a person standing on top of a platform. Their slim physique was stood in perfect posture. the white suit they were sporting was elegantly tailored to their exact size, black and pink accents trailing down in delicate borders of color. Gold buttons ran done the front and clasped their cuffs. Black lined the inside of their cropped jacket which flowed down into long eloquent coattails.

Shiny black boots ran up their legs stopping just above mid thigh. A Fluffy pink feathers sprouted out of black straps which curled around a white top hat on their head. Light splashed down on the top hat causing shadow to veil their face. The only apparent feature was the long locks of white wavy hair that cascaded down their back, almost as long as their coattails. 

Suddenly with one swift movement they shot their arm out, a black whip dangling from their hand, deftly catching the attention of the crowd. They lifted their head and as if on cue, bright lights flashed on from beneath the stranger. Her dark skin glowed in the soft ground lighting. A stripe of light flitted through the women's aqua and magenta speckled eyes adding to the infatuation of the crowd. 

"Welcome!" She projected her voice and it resonated across the square with a loud boom, sending a wave of static excitement across the crowd. "To..." She added a dramatic pause, drawing the crowd in even deeper. A slight British accent dripped off the ends of her words. 

"CASTLE ALTEA!"