Langst oneshots? Probably.

Tailor cause I thread the needle. Part Two.

Made by: linipik on instagram

"Who posted it?"

"Who made the account?"

"Who's Tailor?"

"Pidge, can you trace back tailors-unite and see who made the account?"

Pidge tried and tried to hack but Lance's hacking skills proved to be better. Lance protected most of his information.

The only thing he didn't protect was his activity. When he was on and when he was off.

It wasn't that much of a big deal to Pidge and the others but to Lance it meant everything. Lance posted another image.

A picture of Pidge smiling and laughing with a bit of ice cream on her nose. There was a stupid filter on it that made it look slightly pinkish.

The caption read, 'stop trying to figure out who I am. I'll tell you in due time. Maybe.'

And then the channel went silent for a while. Paladins were buzzing with theories. All of them pointed to each other but none to Lance.

Lance couldn't have made the phones. Lance couldn't have made the apps. Lance was too dumb for that.

Lance was the clown not the tech wiz. Lance was the joker not the programmer. Lance was dumb not smart.

Lance took this as any person would. He posted again. A picture of an alien they had recently encountered.

A bear like alien with brown, fuzzy fur and fluffy ears. It was growling and angry, it's children hiding behind it.

The caption simply said, 'smarter than the average bear, motherfucker.'

It quoted Shane Koyczan's talk of "When I Was A Kid". Lance doubted they would get it but news spread of who's talk it was from and everyone knew that information.

They incorporated it with their theory's and their ideas and their plans for when they found out who it was.

When, not if.

They knew they would find who it was eventually. Lance knew it too, but Lance didn't want to admit it.

A few days pass and the paladins get closer and closer to guessing that it's Lance. That fateful morning, Lance was late.

He had grabbed a phone, not knowing which it was, and ran out the door. He noticed which one he had when he was halfway to the kitchen.

Switching directions, Lance made a mental note to wipe the security cameras. Lance wasn't going to get caught from a stupid mistake.

When he got to the kitchen, the correct phone in hand, everyone stared at him. Lance was confused at first until Pidge turned her laptop towards Lance.

The footage was there. On repeat. Lance holding the phone, turning around, and leaving his room with the correct phone.

Lance was at a loss for words. Shiro snapped out of his daze first.

"Want to explain?" he asked. Lance stuttered before standing and running away. Lance's getaway and place to put rants had been taken from him.

Lance felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest as he ran. He figured there were two places he could go. Training room or his own room.

In both rooms he could close and lock the door. He didn't want anyone to have cameras and the rooms don't have cameras.

Lance decided on room because of the no camera stuff. Lance ran to where he remembered his room would be.

His mistake, you may want to know, was that when Lance left the kitchen he went right instead of left.

So, instead of his room he was entering, Lance entered Keith's room. Keith who was in the bathroom.

Keith who rarely overslept had overslept on the one day he shouldn't have. Keith pulling on his shirt when the wails started.

Keith was confused at first. Was he being haunted? Was there a ghost in his room? Was he going to die?

Keith grabbed his jacket and armed himself with a shampoo bottle. The best weapon he had when quickly thinking.

"Who's there?" he demanded to know as he opened the bathroom door. Lance, who decided to circle up on the bed froze.

"Sorry," he spoke quietly, hoping the shaking of his voice wouldn't be heard. "I thought this was my room, I'll go."

As Lance stood and turned to leave Leith noticed the tear stains on his pillow. He quickly dropped the shampoo bottle and ran up to Lance.

"Hey, hey, hey," he spoke, his voice softening greatly. "What happened?"

Lance stumbled on his words before pulling Keith into a hug. Lance stuffed his face into Keith's neck and they stood like that for a while.

Keith led them to his bed and the two sat down. Lance was still hugging Keith but Keith lightly pushed him away.

"What happened?" Keith asked.

"I- they- phone," Lance stumbled. He had started pacing and more tears were threatening to fall.

Keith remained silent, not knowing what to say and silently egging Lance on. It was a silent, 'you can talk to me'.

Lance took a deep breath before recapping it all, "I made phones and apps and games! I thought everyone would love it and they did but I never said that it was me who made them!

"Then I get hit in battle and they all go to Hunk so I—."

As Lance talks Keith puts the pieces together. From the training incident to the phones. Even to the security footage and the message he had ignored from Pidge.

"Oh, no. Lance that's terrible," Keith said. Lance gave a weak nod, agreeing but not too strongly.

"It was my fault. I shouldn't have made another  phone or made tailors-unite or anything like that," Lance blames himself.

Keith realized something. Something that really hadn't clicked before.

"Wait, you made tailors-unite and the profile has a picture of you and me and it can't be you then—."

"I like you."

Lance and Keith stared at each other. Lance looked down and apologized before quickly starting to walk out.

"No, Lance wait—," Keith gets ahold of Lance and stops him from going anywhere. "I like you, too. And I'll help you deal with the others."

They smile and hug again.

"One question though," Keith follows up. Lance looks at him. "How'd you get the name tailors-unite?"

"Well, I'm called the tailor cause I thread the
n e e d l e."