Klance Oneshots(HIATUS)

And I still want you pt 6

IF YOU DON'T GO READ @-krxsty 'S STORIES I WILL MAKE A 7TH PART OF THIS WHERE KEITH GOES FERAL AND KILLS LANCE

also like.. angst and small gore warning

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"Allura.. do you really think Lance is fit to.. You know, be the new Red Paladin?"

A soft sigh accompanied the silence that came after the question, and Lance could only assume that it came out of Allura's lips.

"I don't know Keith. I do not choose for the Lions, the Lions choose for themselves. You and Lance weren't the only confused ones when it came to that topic."

Lance's lips trembled, and he pursed them, confused at why Keith of all people would want to know about his status as the Red Paladin, he was the new Black Paladin after all.

After a few moments, Allura's voice filled the room again.

"The Red Paladin has to be strong-willed, naive, strong. We can only assume that Lance fills those attributes, he was chosen after all. From what we've seen right now, the Red Lion could have made a mistake. But we'll never know for sure, unless Lance truly proves himself worthy to us."

He heard a deep sigh come from Keith, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

'The quiznak's up with the sighing?'

"I know Allura, I know but... Something's off. When I found Red, it took me a while to activate her... For Lance, she just opened up. It was out of nowhere. I'm pretty sure that when Alfor was the Red Paladin, if he had to take Zarkon's place, Red wouldn't just.."

The wince Allura made was practically audible.

"When my father was alive and a Paladin, Zarkon didn't disappear, Keith."

Lance let out a tiny snort, hands flying up to cover his mouth to stop the laughing that would come after.

'Oh man, he got her mad!!! This is gonna be good--'

Keith swallowed, and ran a gloved hand through his hair.

"...Still, I just feel like Lance isn't ready- well, to put it in a better way...

capable, of being the Red Paladin."

All signs of laughter immediately left Lance.

Not...not fit?

Who does Keith think he is?

What does he mean, not capable?

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There was blood.

There was lots, of blood.

What had he done?

The skin on his fingers had started to tear away, blood dripping down his now disappearing claws, and down to his pale arms.

Was he screaming?

He didn't care.

He just needed to get to Lance.

Lance.

Lance.

"Lance!"

He scooped up his lifeless form in his arms, tears making their way down his cheeks to his jaw.