Klance | Oneshots

What Now? | Interactive AU 4 -2-

Welcome back everyone!

I would like to thank everyone who commented on my last post! If I could like every message I would, but know that I read every single one of them. This chapter is dedicated to you guys who got me back into the game.

- chapter is UNEDITED
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Your choice: "We don't even have the same tattoo, or even connecting ones. Why would people believe this relationship, unless you have an idea?"

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"Actually, yes. I do have an idea." Keith begins. His tattoo were the words, 'I love,' in blue ink. While Lance's tattoo was a feather, in black ink. "We simply intertwine the word, 'you' into your feather tattoo. Or you cover that one up, and we write 'you' somewhere else I guess." The answer was clear, "I'm of course going to cover up my feather tattoo." Wait, what? "Lance you do understand that using a sharpie to write 'you' with your feather would make this more believable, right?" Keith leans closer to Lance, "are you afraid your family will come--and see that you're with another boy?" Lance pushes Keith away, covering up his tattoo with the sleeve of his shirt. "Keith I don't know where you hear this shit but if you mention my family like that again I won't do this elaborate plan with you." Lance's words spit with venom, causing Keith to stumble backwards. "I didn't mean it in any ill will, Lance. I respect you, and your wishes. If you want to cover up your tattoo then by all means do that." Keith leans on his bed to give himself support while standing up, eyes locking onto Lance's with indecisiveness. "Please do this for me, not because I'm your roommate—but because I'm your friend."

With that said, Keith slams the door shut; leaving an irritated brunette who's chocolate colored eyes stare from the door to his tattoo. If only he had his own soulmate; he wouldn't be wrapped up in other's business.

Though would a soulmate make him as happy as Keith did? His roommate would constantly make the brunette chuckle or giggle, especially at the most importune times. Like during a class, or a lecture. Whatever the case, Lance couldn't stay mad at him for long. "Fuck," he mumbles to himself, rubbing his temples with frustration. How could he mess up so early in the game like this? Lance stands up, and begins heading for the door. But before he can open it, the knob is already turning. "I'm sorry." A head pokes out from outside in the hallway, their longer black hair contrasting against the white walls and doorframe. "I should be the one apologizing." Lance sighs, taking a step back to allow for Keith to walk in. "I got all up in your face and acted all big and tough when that isn't me. I want to help you out, and if my family show up.." If my family shows up, I'll tell them the truth. "I'll avoid them as much as possible." This gains a smile from Keith, as well as a short embrace. Lance wraps his arms around the raven haired male, a small smile forming on his own lips. "Thank you, Lance." Keith whispers with the most sincerity. Lance just hugs him back tighter.

The next day is spent sketching out ways to draw the 'you' into the already inked on feather. The roommates' garbage can is filling up with crumpled up paper, on the edge of overflowing. "If you're going to overflow our garbage, can you at least recycle? Our world is dying y'know." Lance complains from his bed, earning a glare from Keith. "The earth can wait for me to come up with a nice concept." The slightly older male bites back, throwing yet another crumbled piece of paper into the trash. Lance sighs, sitting up against his wall with a pillow in between his head and the hard surface. "Tell me Keith, while we're making concept art..what happened to your last soulmate?" The brunette questions, his lips form into a tight line. Keith never spoke about them. And Lance knew he had a tattoo, when he asked Keith to come with him to get his—he unveiled the ink etched into his skin. What a reveal it was. "Nothing." Keith responds cooly. His tone takes Lance back for a moment; it's foreign to the brunette. "Keith, c'mon." Lance continues on, poking and prodding as the other male throws away one last sheet of paper. "Lance, drop it." Keith's voice grows in volume, but the brunette is far from caring. "You've kept them a secret for so long, I wonder if they're still alive." The joke is harmless, but the gaze in Keith's eyes isn't. His eyes water over, as he opens his mouth to speak: "how did you know?" He asks. "Did someone tell you?" His voice cracks mid sentence, causing him to take a deep breath. He wouldn't breakdown now, no more of that. "What?" Lance jokes, a chuckle easily escaping his lips. "I don't know what you're talking about, man." He responds truthfully. Maybe he struck a nerve? "Lance I really hope you're not lying to me." Keith wipes at an eye with the back of his hand, a small tear no longer forming. "I would never."

Pick what you say next carefully. How Lance reacts to Keith could place you all in a rather terrible situation.

Good luck.

"In fact, why assume that about me?"

"Keith I'm not lying. It really was just a joke."

"Keith..I wouldn't lie. Please, tell me what's going on."

"I didn't mean to joke about it, even if I didn't know beforehand."

"..want to talk about it?"

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