Red.
Red was all keith saw. He rushed towards the blue paladin laying on the ground. Red pooling around him, red was not Lance's color.
"Lance! Lance a-are you okay? Can you hear me?" Keith stuttered out.
Lance didn't make a sound. His eyes stayed closed, his normally beautiful tan skin pale.
"L-lance?..LANCE!"
Keith shot up from his nightmare, gasping for air as sweat beaded down his forehead. He clenched and uncle chef his hands. It was just a dream he told himself, just a dream. He stood up from his bed shuddering as his bare feet touched the cold floor.
He walked towards his door as it opened with a small 'swish', and before he knew it he was heading down the hall and in front of the Cuban boy's room. He hesitated as he raised his hand to place a knock at the door- 'Maybe I shouldn't wake him..but I just wanna check and see if he's okay. Then I'll go back to bed.' Keith reassured himself.
Waiting a few moments after he knocked he began to grow nervous. The door opened and Lance was yawning surprised to see that out of all people Keith would be standing there.
"What the heck are you doing, Mullet?" Lance said a bit annoyed that he was woken up from his very needed beauty sleep.
Keith began to fidget with his gloved hands, his gaze glued to the floor.
Lance narrowed his eyes trying to concentrate on Keith's body language. 'Is he nervous?' The tan boy asked himself.
"H-hey, Buddy? Are you okay?" Lance asked putting a reassuring hand on Keith's shoulder. At this Keith looked up.
"I-I just-" how was Keith going to say this with out sound stupid? "-I just. I had a nightmare." Keith spat out looking to the side. Lance frowned and slid his hand down Keith's arm finding his hand and entwining their fingers. Keith looked down at their hands then Lance again.
"Hey it's okay, I get those too." Lance said actually looking serious and concerned.
Lance pulled Keith into his room sitting on the bed as their hands were still linked. Keith sat next to the taller boy and Lance gave a small squeeze to Keith's hand.
"What was it about?" Lance said softly.
Keith shifted a little. The room was dark but the moonlight peered through lance's window enough for him to see Lance's face. The moonlight defiantly made The Cuban boys eyes pop out.
"You- You died." Keith said almost to soft to be a whisper.
Lance slightly chuckled. Keith looked at him with confusion and slightly and slightly annoyed. 'Is he fucking laughing at me?' Keith thought.
"Aww you do care about me." Lance said teasingly to Keith.
"Lance!" Keith said a little loud showing he was obviously upset and didn't find it funny, Lance immediately noticed Keith's discomfort and apologized.
"Okay but, mullet. Listen I'm still here and I'm not going anywhere." Lance said with a small smile.
Kieth gave a sad smile, "Good, because I don't know what I'd do with out you." Wait. Wait shit. "I mean-" Keith groaned.
Lance looked at Keith with a smirk.
"What was that? You couldn't live with out me?" He continued the teasing and Keith just hid his face in his hands.
"Never mind, I could. Good night." Mullet said getting up but was quickly pulled back down on the bed falling on top of Lance. The Cuban was quick to wrap his arms around the slightly shorter Boys waist.
"Nah, stay with me." Lance said slightly sleepy.
And so Keith did.
-hope you enjoyed this little one shot, I'm glad to be back tell me what you think! I got a little lazy at the end I'm tired dudes. Peace 🍜
