Bubble Tea {Klance, Adashi, Machel, Hidge/Punk!} [Voltron Fanfiction] (COMPLETE)

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Disclaimer: Extreme use of cursing. The angst starts angels, mwah <3

Due to the pounding feeling in his brain, Lance's eyes slowly opened.

Nobody accompanied beside him, no Pidge, no Keith. They were apparently both downstairs.
Lance needed Advil as soon as possible.

Standing to his feet, the boy had a sudden head rush. Footsteps were heard, multiple footsteps.
Keith and Pidge entered the room, smiling.

"Morning you drunk little bastard." Pidge greeted in a sing-song tone. Lance grunted, passing by them. He'd woken up by Pidge's house. Lance had no idea where the Advil was.
"Pidgeee!" He called from the bathroom.

"Yesss?" She answered, rushing to the restroom. "Advil please." He pouted, his eyes drooping. "Yes, sweetheart." She teased, the Advil appearing in her hand. "Shut it, gremlin." He shushed her. "By the way," Pidge started.
Lance looked back at her with curios eyes.
"Rachel and Matt will be coming later, freshen up before you get the chancleta" (that's flip flop in Spanish lmao) Pidge winked with frivolity, which sent chills up Lance's spine.

Keith was wobbling around the house, he wasn't so stable himself. He and Pidge got up around ten o'clock, and immediately changed their sweat filled clothing that smelled of a club. Their panache wasn't that high.

Pidge returned to the room, about to make up the bed. "Rachel and Matt? Didn't they go to your mom's house for the weekend?" Keith asked as he sat in the rocking chair by the window. "My dad's spending the weekend, Rachel and Matt came back yesterday night." Pidge informed as Keith's eyebrow's quirked.
"Your dad?" He said, clearly surprised.
Pidge couldn't help but smile. "They're getting better, Keith." She said in awe.

As she was finished folding the sheets, she prostrated on the made bed. "You happy about it?" Keith continued after he gave Pidge some time to process. "Um," She nibbled on her bottom lip as she sat up. "I guess so," she laconically replied. "I know we haven't really talk about this but, Keith," Pidge was almost scared to bring it up. "Have you talked to her mom recently?" Keith's eyes widened as he tried to hide his hurt.

"Not really," he mumbled. "Why do you ask?"
Keith questioned. "We were on the topic, I was curios." She chuckled, though the saddened mood was ruined. "Lance told you, huh?" Keith wondered how he just had the temerity to say that. "Not necessarily." She shamefully frowned. Keith smiled knowingly.

"You looked me up as soon as you met me." They laughed, the rocking chair swaying back and fourth. "You know me, Keith." Pidge glanced at the boy before looking back down.
As Lance ambled back into the room her stared at the both of them back and fourth.
"Somebody's depressed." He sang while grabbing one of his t-shirts that he'd left at Pidge's house.

"Good news," he ignored their glares.

"Hmm?" Pidge hummed in response, now looking over. "Hunk's getting discharged tomorrow. They told Julian that he was misdiagnosed. He has something called microscopic poly-poly something." Lance stated and Pidge flowed with excitement.

"He's coming back?" Pidge blinked.
Lance nodded as Keith seemed to stay silent.
"That's great, Lan-"
"It's microscopic polyangiitis, my dad had it."
Keith conveyed the impression that this wasn't good. "It-It messes with brain cells, P-Pidge this is fatal, Hunk ca-can die!" Keith stuttered as his mind gave the feeling that he was completely shaken.

...

Rachel and Matt rang the doorbell. Rachel was exhausted from her and Matt's long journey.
Pidge answered, putting on a smile for show.
Matt and Rachel just smiled back in return.

Lance was sitting on the couch, over by Keith.

They all said hi, hello. Once Rachel and Matt settled in, Pidge figured she'd get straight to the news.

"Hunk's getting discharged tomorrow." Pidge announced. Rachel smiled and Matt nodded with a chuckle. "That's Great!" Rachel cheered.
Lance scoffed. "Great?" Rachel's smile dampened and Matt's chuckle vanished.
"He was misdiagnosed, microscopic polyangiitis is the new disease." He bitterly informed. "Oh," Rachel mumbled. She held Matt's hand.

"He's not going to better, I hope you all know that." Lance spat. Pidge scooted closer to Keith, feeling safer.

When Lance was mad, he was mad.

He was always like that, since Pidge had met him.

"He'll be better once he's around us." Matt assured. "Says who? Not the doctors! They're making it sound he's going to fucking die or something! Do you know how that feels, Matt?! To hear the disease your best friend—screw best friend, that the disease your brother has is fatal?!" Lance outburst with tears swelled in the corner of his eyes. "Lance!" Rachel scolded.

Lance stood marching over to his sister.
"What, Rachel?! Your pretty brain can't handle it? That Hunk's going to fucking die?!" He laughed, holding his head. Keith and Pidge flinched at every word that left his mouth.
Matt stood with him, pushing him away from Rachel.

He held his shoulders. "Lance, listen to yourself for a second. You really think Hunk, a boy who you've known for your entire life, is going to die? He's strong! Lance, Hunk is strong! He's not gonna die and leave us here.
He wouldn't do that. Not to you, Not to Keith. . . Not to Pidge. Never to Pidge."
Matt lectured, smacking sense into him.

Lance panted, tears rolling down his face as he stared at Matt. He jumped up to hug him.
"You're right." He whispered. More salty tears streamed down his face, "I'm sorry." He apologized.

His nose puffy, and his eyes red, Lance looked to Pidge and Keith. As soon as he saw the look on their faces, he got to his knees, and started to sob. The sprang yo his rescue by embracing him, now they cried themselves.

Rachel smiled as she saw the group cry together and she glanced at Matt, who had sat back down next to her, throwing his arm over her shoulder. "It amazes me that they're able to do that." She blinked. Matt stared at her with a puzzled expression. "Do what?" He asked.

"They were capable of staying strong for this long."

that's angst my loves, it's kinda cute though. If you want a better picture of what Lance looked like when he lost his sanity for a second, just google Connor Walsh crying his life away >.<

Ah, I thought that was funny. But low key, I cried while writing this. So, yeah.
I hope you enjoyed, lovelies.
Kisses, Rena <3