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If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?Brobably something little, something with stars, a constelation maybe... or a single puzzle, or a lightning bolt, or a little pencil :) on my hand? a wrist?

Describe yourself using one word.Weird (I know it might look like I’m pretentious but it’s true)

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Klance, 13 for the prompt thing!

Sorry I didn’t respond sooner, I fell asleep lol.

13. Hey, just look at me. Breathe.

Lance did not do elevators. He did not do the dark. He didn’t do small, confined spaces. And he certainly didn’t do all three of those things combined.

So when the elevator to the pool (the only way to the pool, or he would have one hundred percent taken the stairs) shuddered to a halt, the lights blinked out, and he found himself in the pitch blackness with only Keith for company, Lance instantly started to panic.

“Quiznak,” Keith grumbled next to him. How was he being so calm? “Okay, we need to see if there’s an emergency hatch or something.

Lance struggled to breathe, his chest tightening and his fingers lifting to dig into his scalp. “R-Right,” he stammered, his voice coming out in a harsh whisper. “Emergency h-hatch.”

Keith didn’t seem to notice his anxiety, instead stepping to the side, arm brushing Lance’s, and assumedly running his hands over the interior of the elevator. “Wanna give me a hand here, Lance?”

He couldn’t. He couldn’t. The walls were closing in and he couldn’t think and he couldn’t see and he couldn’t focus. His knees shook and Lance forced himself to the ground so that he didn’t fall, the cold metal floor seeping through the skin on his knees and into his bones.

Lance was vaguely aware of Keith shouting his name, kneeling in front of him, but he couldn’t concentrate on anything but the drowning feeling in his chest. Keith left and Lance wasn’t surprised. He dragged his nails over his head hard, trying to focus on the pain, focus on the pain and not on the elevator, not on the harsh sobs that had started to spill from his lips.

A red light flickered to life over the door, an emergency light, some foggy part of Lance noted, and then Keith was there again, face lit dimly and eyes concerned. His hands were cool when they lifted to press to Lance’s face. “Hey. Hey, come on. Lance. Hey. Just look at me. Breathe.”

He fought down the urge to claw at his chest, instead locking gazes with the paladin in front of him, matching their breaths, pulling his hands away from his head and clutching at Keith’s wrists instead. Slowly, very slowly, he calmed down, breath hiccuping and fingers digging into Keith’s skin.

“You’re okay,” Keith was saying, his voice soothing, when had it become so soothing? When had he gotten so close? “We’re okay. We can get out of here, okay Lance?”

He nodded, numb, and tugged on Keith’s wrists, pulling him in. His face turned a thousand different shades of red when he remembered that they were only wearing swim trunks, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Keith was warm, solid, alive, and the sensation of him hugging Lance took away some of the panic that he had buried in his throat. “I’m sorry,” he croaked out.

Keith ran a hand up and down his bare back, fingers catching at the bumps of his spine. “It’s okay,” he assured him. “You’re claustrophobic. I wish you’d told us. I don’t…quite know how to deal with these kinds of things.”

Lance shook his head and clung to Keith’s shoulders, trembling. “You’re doing f-fine,” he promised. “Th-Thanks.”

Keith pulled back and squeezed Lance’s biceps gently. “Does the light help?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m…I’m okay now.”

Pushing to his feet, Keith held out a hand. Lance took it and allowed himself to be pulled upwards, barely half an inch away from Keith. He flushed and looked up to avoid the paladin’s gaze, and blinked. “There’s an emergency hatch in the ceiling,” he noted.

Keith followed his look and grinned. “Nice! Now how do we actually get to it?”

Lance glanced back down at his teammate and gave a sheepish smile. “I have a couple ideas.”

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ariwtflol replied to your post “why do people think fanon versions of characters are as good as canon...”

Because theyre a way to inclide themselves into the fandom and maybe do something they like and relate, they are the way they see the characters and its a way to put something of yours out there

I think you’re confusing fanon with like headcanons/modern AU stuff

I’m talking about like really bad characterizations like ultimate dick Lance, slut Keith, and only cares about food Hunk to name a few like.... those kind of things aren’t the characters at all

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