The Palidans of Voltron are sent to another timeline that is like there own but with a few key differences and have to stay for one week until they can go back to there own.
-Trigger Warning-
*Cover art is not mine I just made slight changes
*I do...
*Hello, this is a Klance fan fiction please don't judge I just like writing shit, helpful critisizim is good though. Warning This story contains Self-Harming, Self-hatetred, and Suicide and will most likely make you want to cry.
Also I can't spell for shit
It's funny how I think people will actually read this... Hahaha!!
Anyways on with the story-
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Keith POV
I feel the tears well up as my heart starts pounding. I run through the corridors of the castle frantically trying to find my room. Nobody is coming after me because nobody notices me, especially not him. Finally I get to my room and close the door, locking it behind me.
I fall to the the floor finally letting the tears fall as they turn into ugly sobs. I need to get it together, I have no reason to cry, my feelings don't matter. I have let go and ignore them.
He deserves her, she's beautiful with her olive skin, full pink lips, hourglass curves, long white hair. He deserves Allura, she's a princess, literal royalty and he should get to have her.
I don't know why she doesn't like him back, he's perfect. His beautiful tan skin, his smooth voice, his smile that always lights up the room, his eyes oh god his eyes, the ocean blue that I could just get lost in and stare at forever. He's so beautiful.
I wish he would look back at me the way I look at him. I want him to be mine, to use cheesy pick up lines on me instead of the 'rivalry' we have, I want to hold him and have him hold me at night.
But I know that it's just a dream. He will never be mine, he deserves so much more then some pale emo wannabe with too much of a temper.
I pull my hair and bring my knees to my chest trying to curl into a ball and hide. I hate these feelings but at the same time I wouldn't trade them for anything, I love him so much...
Our Sharpshooter...
Our Lance...
He deserves the world and I hate I can't give it to him.
Finally I start to calm down and my breathing becomes normal. I imagine him holding me and kissing the top of my head and I smile slightly in my own little world.
I get up and walk to my bed reaching for the sketchbook I have under my pillow and start drawing my glasses which sit on my desk. (Thank god the Spacemall has contacts that work for me!) Drawing has always helped me calm down I love being able to shade the pencil as I draw and watch as I move the pencil, the graphite forming lines as it dances across the paper.
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*this is my artwork but it's basically the drawing 😁*
I stare at the finished product criticising it, like how the lines should be smother and how it's lopsided and how one side is bigger then the other. I know I am not that good, I could do so much better. But I feel a sence of pride for it and for that I feel ashamed.
I push the thoughts out of my head stand up. I pick up my knife and head to the training deck to put my mind to work.
I am walking though the corridots when the alarms start going off I can feel the ship start shakeing and I run to the control room to find out what's going on.
Finally I get there to see all the other Paladins already there, "what's going on?" I ask worried.
"There seemed to be an anamaly in space and it's drawing us in," Allura says.
