The Saving of Lance

Lance, STOP!

TW: Self-harm, suicidal idealization, and hints to past molestation. These are serious issues and I will try to address them the best I can but I'm only human.

                                                                        Third persons pov 

      Keith and Shiro stood outside Lance's door, they took a deep breath before knocking. Given the situation, they assumed the door would be locked but surprisingly the door automatically opened like all the other doors did in the castle. Shiro looked at Keith with a questioning look, the younger man shrugged his shoulder and walked through the door. The sight that greeted them was soul-shattering. Lance was curled up in the farthest corner of the room wailing, the two men had never seen him cry let alone this. Tears ran down the Cubans face as he babbled nonsensical words, blood was on his fingernails and it was obvious he had been scratching himself by the claw marks on his legs. The alpha couple approached with caution as if walking up to an injured animal that could attack at any moment. Shiro careful picked him up, sitting him in his lap while Keith wrapped his arms around lances middle in an attempt to ground him because if they didn't the panicked omega would probably pass out from lack of air.

                                                                         Lance's Pov

     I can't breathe, they're going to kick me off the team I can't handle this. Why are they hugging me? no no no no stop it. I want to be their breeding toy no, I love them too much, what am I thinking they don't need a useless omega in the perfect alpha pair. Keith is pulling my hands away from my thighs but why I need it. I deserve pain useless, dumb, bad omegas deserve pain. They don't deserve Shiro whispering instructions to calm them down, they don't deserve Keith releasing calming pheromones in an attempt to calm them down, and they should have offed themselves. Why am I even here, oh right they want pups that are my only purpose? I mean even Iverson saw that he saw my weak omega body and wanted to mess with it. I struggle as hard as I can, dammit I don't want hands-on me anymore. I felt my hand hit something I don't know who, "Stop don't touch me anymore please, please I'll be good I promise", I kept shouting but neither of them listening. Keith and Shiro tighten their grips, I keep hitting their stupidly muscular chest. I started to scratch again I guess because my thighs burned and my fingertips were wet again. I refuse to open my eyes, have they been closed the whole time? I heard Keith whisper something to Shiro but I can't focus on it, "Lance, STOP", who was yelling I don't know anymore. Suddenly I feel lips on my neck, shit they're using designated bite areas to try and put me in omega space. I feel my conscious slip away, maybe when I come to this will either be a dream or dare I hope I won't have to pretend anymore. I miss my momma.

                                                                           Third-person pov  

      The alpha pair sat there in silence staring at the suffering omega in their arms. They pressed kisses on his head, rubbed comforting circle as Lance whines slowly slipping into omega space, his eyes glazed over. Keith smoothed his hair down after realizing it was messed up from his fighting. Shiro looked at the half galran in the eye, "We need to clean his legs up", the other nodded. However, when the alphas tried to pull away, Lance whimpered and pawed at their chest. After a minute of discussion, it was decided that Keith would go seeing it would create the least amount of distress because Lance was still in Shiro's lap. As Keith left the room to get a first aid kit, Shiro slowly tried to get Lance to the bed so he could more comfortable. In his dazed state, he was almost nonverbal and completely reliant on him. The omega looked up at him"I bad?", he spoke slowly because he was so lethargic. Shiro gently laid him on the bed and kissed his forehead, "No your our perfect good boy", in response Lance whimpered and snuggled into Shiro's legs. Keith walked back into the room quietly and started to work on Lance. He kissed every mark before clean and bandaging them. Shiro whispered good boys and praise during the process. Soon after Keith crawled into bed with them, the two alphas cradled the purring Lance and waited for him to come out of omega space. When the younger would move or whimper they would comfort and praise him because Lance needs love and praises he been deprived.

Hey, my little roses(and daises) I hope you enjoyed this chapter if you have any questions feel free to ask. See you next time

-Love, Ash