Don't worry about me

Don't worry about me

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A Klance fanfic with twists and plot changes. (Image does not belong to me) Lance McLain, just an average boy from Cuba. but is that the truth? Lance came from an assassin family, he was put under brutal training from a young age. He wasn't allowed to be normal, He's not allowed to make friends or show emotion towards strangers. He hated it His father was a well known assassin, after Lance was born he trained lance to use a rifle, daggers and knives. At age 17, while his father was away on a mission. lance took that chance and ran away from his home, and fled all the way to Northern Nebraska where the Galaxy Garrison was located. There, he hid from his father and hid his identity from other people. He hopes nobody would recognize him, denying all accusations and suspicions about his former life. He met Hunk and Pidge while at Garrison, His first ever friends. He met Keith, his 'rival' and inspiration He helped Shiro, his idol He found Blue, who took them to Altea where he met Allura and Coran He was surrounded with friends, by people who cared about him, who treated him like family, He couldn't ask for more. This was all he ever wanted He was happy despite a space war was taking place ... So... ... Why.... "Why are you here? Father. "
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Keith hated himself for liking Lance. His limber build, the way he carried himself with shoulders raised and chin held high. His blue eyes, dark like the sea's deep, inky bottom. His tangled mess of dark brown hair that stood at odd angles, and never seemed to obey Lance's vigorous brushing. His smooth, light brown skin as he crinkled his nose, or batted the sand from his eyes on a particularly windy afternoon. Even his laugh, as loudly obnoxious as it was, Keith adored. And that was the worst part, because, unlike Keith, Lance hated him. With every word he uttered, an argument seemed to arise. Lance constantly joked and poked fun of Keith, determined to one up him in every way imaginable. So, in all retrospect, Keith had every right to detest Lance in return. But that was the thing: he didn't. Even as Lance stood before him on the worst days - face scrunched and reddened, throat hoarse from the shouting - all Keith thought as he stood stone faced, eyes locked on Lance's chattering lips, was: 'wow, I really want to kiss this shit-head.' And then he was both mad at himself and the world. Mad at himself for imagining Lance in ways he shouldn't, and mad at the world for allowing Lance to be in his life in the first place. It was torture. As powerful as a lash to the chest, or a hammer to the kneecap. Especially now, as Keith stood above Lance's cold, unflinching corpse. The dead boy's bony hands crossed over his chest, shoulders squared atop the white, velvet cushion that rested inside the opened coffin. He wore the best suit and tie money could buy, and had his shaven scalp hidden by a head of hair that was similar, but could never match the boy's old image. The image before cancer. The image before hell. The image before Keith's every being crumbled to dust. *** A Klance au in which Keith discovers that him and only him can see Lance's ghost. COVER ART: kuurakuu on Tumblr

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