KLANCE!!! one-shots

A Living Hell

(Little angst, little bigger smut)

Why was life so painful? What was it out to gain from making Keith so miserable? Exams were hell, his new foster home was hell, he had no friends, all the teachers hated him, his therapist hated having him come in, not even the suicide hotline lady seemed to care. So that’s what lead to Keith being on an abandoned bridge, one that no one knows about. It used to be so busy, but to many people were committing suicide off of it so they shut it down. Nowadays the bridge sits there, waiting for more people to jump off and stop their suffering. The towns people call it the Bloody Bridge, but those who really now what it’s like call it the Escape From Hell.

Keith leaned on the railing, a loud creek echoing through the park where the bridge sat. The whole thing was rusted and filled with vines and moss. Any more pressure and the rail could break, sending Keith down the ten story drop. But before that, Keith couldn’t help but look up at the sky. It was dotted with small lights, shining down on the small town Keith has lived in for only three months. Was this the place he was going to die? Not like anyone cared, but this town? He could die anywhere, so why here?

“Please,” Keith couldn’t help but beg to the sky, “someone help me.”

His tears were falling so quickly, but he couldn’t hear them hit the water. The bright starts were starting to dim, turning darker as the clouds covered them. He waited for a moment, in case someone was listening. But who would listen to a nobody like him? Cool wind blew through Keith’s hair, a chill riding up his spine like someone was running their fingers up his back.

“Oh, but it’s true~.”

Keith went for the throat, the figure behind him coughing on contact and falling to the ground. The man had dark skin and brown hair, but coming from it was two small horns. Keith pressed as far as he could against the railing, it giving just a bit for Keith to move more. Who was this guy?

“Holy hell, I was trying to help you! Do you know how many angles I had to fight to get here?!”

The man stood up, rubbing his throat with a pout on his lips. He wore a black dress shirt and black dress pants. A nice blue tie stood out from the dark color and the buttons to match them to. Keith couldn’t help but blush, blaming it on the cold weather when it was only 61 outside. The man smiled, revealing small sharp teeth that retracted quickly into his gums. What was left behind was normal looking teeth but bright white.

“Well, well, well, looks like someone's in need of guidance.”

His voice was so cold yet so welcoming. You could tell that the man was someone who could trick you, so Keith prepared himself for the worst. But what could be worse than living the life he lived now? The man frowned and stepped forward, Keith pressing against the rail more.

“Woah, woah, woah, let’s take a moment here. Just step away from the railing, alright cutie?”

“Cutie?”

The man smiled, and in a quick motion grabbed Keith’s hand and pulled him away from the rail. But of course he had to be extravagant about it, and ended them in a dipped position to make his whisper seem more fun, “So you do have a voice.”

This voice was warm, his stare was cold, and Keith couldn’t help but love it, “Who are you?”

The man smiled, “I’m Lance, the son of satan himself. As I had said before, I had to fight a lot of angles to get to you, so do be grateful.”

Lance had a feeling what was coming next. You hear that the son of satan is in front of you, you scream and try to run, and Lance lets them. But this one was different. He wasn’t running away, he wasn’t screaming, he was silent with a small smile. Lance raised a brow and asked, “Why aren’t you running?”