Red

45

Okay um this chapter could be triggering to some people I think? I'm not sure on what will trigger people so I'm going to go ahead and add this warning.
If any of the following trigger you I urge you not to read the dinner scene and basically Lance's panic attack. I'll put spacers between or at least try.
So these are the following that could be potentially triggering: dysphoria, homophobic and transphobic slurs, homophobia and transphobia, vomiting, scratching as a means of self harm during panic attack, pulling hair as a means of self harm during panic attack, also there is use of Lance's deadname and the incorrect pronouns which triggers his dysphoria further and thus triggers his panic attack after dinner.
Afterwards there is cuddling and a movie, the dinner part is crucial to show Lance and his father's relationship, the only good part out of it is Keith standing up for Lance, but please don't read the parts if those warnings bother you.

There had been 2 chairs moved to the family table for Calliope and Keith. Keith sits next to Lance holding hands underneath the table.

His father reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Lance grimaces and tries to breathe through his
mouth.

~~~~

!DINNER SCENE HOMOPHOBIA, TRANSPHOBIA, SLURS, USE OF DEADNAME AND INCORRECT PRONOUNS.

"Lana pass the bread." Lance's father grumbles.

"Its Lance." Lance sighs, handing the basket of bread to his dad.

His dad scoffs and takes a swig of the whiskey sat on his right side.

"The hell did you do to your voice?" And your body. You're just following a trend, Lana."

Lance bites on his tongue and squeezes Keith's hand tightly.

"At least you finally don't like girls. Couldn't handle my daughter bein' a faggot and a tranny."

Lance sighs, picking at his food.

"No offense sir, but what the hell is your problem?" Keith growls.

"My problem? My problem is that I raised her to be better."

"Him! You raised him to be worse than he is. You are manipulative, disgusting, a drunk! You have no right to say these things to your son who is going places and doing things with his life rather than making people feel shitty about themselves. You are nothing better than a pig. A disgusting pig headed bigot."

"Keith thats enough." Lance whispers.

"It's not enough, Lance. He doesnt deserve to be loved he doesn't deserve to be called father. He is disgusting and blind to happiness. He drowns his sorrows in alcohol and hopes that he dies! I've seen this before, Lance. Dads are nothing but pigs." Keith growls.

The table is silent.

"You don't deserve an amazing son like Lance." Keith's voice had been shaking, it finally evened out.

"You said that better than anyone of us could." Marco mutters.

The rest of dinner was awkward. It was quiet besides the clinking and scraping of silverware on the plates, the chewing and swallowing.

"So, Keith you live with.."

"My brother."

"Oh, what does he do?" Camilla smiles.

"He's a police officer, just graduated from the academy with his boyfriend."

"So you're home alone a lot?"

"I usually spend a lot of time at Marco's so I can be with Lance."

"You two fuck yet." Veronica chuckles.