A Klance Fanfic - For Him

We Are Runnin' So Fast And We Never Look Back

For as long as he could remember, Lance loved to run just as much as he loved to swim in the ocean. He joined every cross-country, track and field, and marathon clubs that he could get into.

He loved the feeling of the burn in his lungs and the slight sting in his calves as the rush of adrenaline pumped through his veins. The heavy puffs of breath that escape his body. But most of all, Lance loved the irrevocable rush of freedom that came with the breeze against him. The breeze that he had the power to control when it came to his speed, and the feeling that he was about to take flight at any moment when he all out sprinted while being light on his feet, them barely touching the ground as he soared over the terrain. Lance was never one to sit still, and running gave him the rush that he needed, the rush to be at one with something other then himself and the overbearing world around him.
   
Lance especially loved running through the backstreets of his community. It was almost a cross between a city and the suburbs He did love the town but he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to live in the farms of Cuba again. He was born there and only stayed for the first three years of his life with his extended family, and he only had good memories about the place.
   
Memories such as running through large empty fields and feeling like he was the only person in the world. Or calmly watching the night sky as waves crashed at his feet on the Cuban shores with his entire family surrounding him.
   
The back streets were nothing like the fields or the ocean, but there was a lot less light pollution, meaning that the stars were always the brightest there in the dark. And he ran there after school because of how little people there were, like the empty fields without the actual fields.
   
It was also a lot faster to get to Allura's house from his practice that way but he never gives that reason out loud.
   
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Keith hated running.

He hated the rush of air around him as he had to escape from problems that he knew he couldn't handle. And he hated not being able to handle himself. He hated that whenever people found out he was an Omega they would discard any fear they had of him and try to overpower him for no reason. He hated that he had to use scent-suppressants and that he had to give up Sunday mornings to martial arts training. Adam insisted that it was always good to be prepared, even though there wasn't as much prejudice or discrimination against people with their secondary genders like there used to be. He hated that some Alphas from his school found his scent-suppressant and thought it would be fun to go after him.

And on a Friday afternoon as well! He was supposed to be on his way to Allura's house to hang out with his friends but no! Those jackasses had to follow him (and so obviously as well) after he left school grounds.

Keith didn't want to lead the Alphas right to Allura's house where there are going to be mostly other Omegas and Betas, so he started walking back to the house that he lived in with Shiro and Adam. The only problem with that is that he chose the route that would take him there faster instead of safer because he thought he could out run the dumb Alphas in the fucking dark backstreet like it was a good idea.

It was not a good idea.

As soon as the buzz of the busy street noises died down the Alphas sped up, gaining on Keith even as the smaller male also sped up his pace. That's how he ended up running as quickly as he could with a baggy backpack sliding down his arm, loose beanie falling into his eyes, and an extremely annoyed expression painted across his face. Running like that to (potentially) save his life.

Keith hated feeling powerless, like the only option there was for him was to run.

If there was only one of them, I could at least take out a pair of kneecaps. But nooooooooo, they travel in fucking packs like the gays, he thought irritably.