Insecurities ~ Multifandom

•Klance• Voltron

"Even so, don't you think this is Lance's task to deal with? He could be going through a phase and feel that wearing long sleeves is what he needs. Assuming he's self harming isn't going to solve the answer." Pidge stated.

Allura places a hand on Pidge's shoulder. "Pidge is right, if nothing is going on and we step in he could lose all trust in us."

Hunk spoke up next. "But what about the possibility that he is putting himself in harm's way?!" He asked frantically.

Keith couldn't listen to the bickering anymore so he stood from his chair, slamming his hands on the table before stalking out of the room, letting the door close behind him.

He took a deep breath and found himself subconsciously going to Lance's room.

Knocking he found the door unlocked but he didn't want to violate Lance's privacy. "Lance, can you open the door please?" He asked.

Keith heard a small mumbled 'shit' before their was shuffling feet and the rustling of clothes.

Keith's gave a perplexed look as Lance opened the door for his boyfriend and Keith sighed when he saw the sharpshooter in the usual black leggings and black hoodie.

"Can we talk?" Keith asked quietly.

Lance gave an alarmed look, like he knew where this talk was going before it even started. Nevertheless he stepped aside so Keith could walk into his room.

Keith sat on the bed and Lance followed in suit.

"I just.. I want to ask a simple question. It's a yes or no and no matter what you answer I will always accept you; I just want to be able to help you." Keith started.

"Keith you're starting to scare me..." Lance said cautiously.

"I just want you to answer honestly." Keith continued.

Lance gave him a look. "Keith, just-"

"Do you harm yourself?"

The question caught Lance off guard. Does he harm himself? Why would Keith even ask that?

"Why would you even think for a second that I harm myself? I have a family that I want- that I need to go home to, I have responsibilities no matter where I am, I'm a paladin of Voltron for gods sake!" Lance yelled, pulling his hands away from Keith's.

"Then just tell me why you never show you're skin!" Keith pleaded. "I believe you, I believe that you don't harm yourself and I believe that you have different reasons but I can't help the thoughts that are plaguing my mind as you continue to keep me in the dark!"

Lance visibly flinched back at that. At this point, he had been wearing long sleeves and long pants for so long he genuinely doesn't  want to take them off. They were comfortable and it was like second nature to deal with it no matter what weather.

And past that fact; Lance's stretch marks had become more prominent lately, around his hips, upper and lower back, and even under his arms. They were on his inner thighs too. The bad thing is all of Lance's stretch marks were purple.

The worse thing is, even more stretch marks had formed lately and they were a pale white. Which showed up just as bright as the purple did on his tan skin.

Lance started to panic inside his mind. Keith wouldn't like him anymore. He'd find out Lance wasn't pretty like the models- like Lance claimed to be, and leave him.

"No.." Lance whispered, moving to sit in the corner of his bed, away from Keith.

"Why is this so hard for you Lance?! I genuinely don't understand! Do you think I'm going to turn around and leave because of something under that hoodie?! Do you think I'm going to look at your bare skin and think, "How fucking ugly" and walk out the door?!" Keith continued to yell at Lance as he backed into his corner.

"Yes.." Came the quiet response.

He wasn't pretty like the models.. that meant he covered up and pretend he wasn't ugly. He had grown used to that, but Keith was making this so incredibly hard.

"I'm not! Do you really think I'm some selfish prick who started dating you because of your looks?! I love you Lance! I. Love. YOU."

Those words struck Lance harder than Keith may ever have known.

"I am attracted to you because of what is in here!" Keith poked at the left side of Lance chest. "Whoever got it in your mind that whatever you're hiding is bad, then get that out, Lance." Keith begged.

Lance flinched at the words but let his hands fall to the bottom of his hoodie in a cross word motion, as if he were getting ready to take it off.

Well, it was nice having Keith as a boyfriend for this long.. Lance thought gloomily as he pulled his hoodie over his head.

He gasped quietly at the soothing coldness, finding anything to distract him from Keith's gaze.

"The pants too Lance." Keith said finally, breaking the silence.

Lance whimpered quietly at the tone. It was cold, one that gave no emotion away whatsoever. He let a few tears slide as he pulled down his leggings, letting them drop to the floor before bringing his knees to his chest to cover himself.

"Legs down, Lance. Please?" Keith said, softer this time.

"You'll hate me.. you'll leave me.. I don't want you to leave.." Lance whimpered out shakily.

Keith smiled a small, soft smile before gently grabbing hold of Lance hands, in doing so Lance rose his head at the sudden interaction.

"Please put your legs down Lance." Keith asked again.

Lance sobbed as he let his legs drop flat in front of him, giving Keith a view of his back, torso, arms, and thighs.

"What's so wrong Lance?" Keith asked, genuinely confused. Lance's skin was smooth, with the not so rare purple stretch marks making its way around his body. Otherwise he saw absolutely no blemish at all.

"S-stop it! Just break up with me! I know the marks are hideous! Stop playing with my feelings!" Lance sobbed, bringing his knees back up so he could sob into them.

Keith gave a knowing smile. "So it's the stretch marks?"

Lance only sobbed louder.

"Oh baby," Keith couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "You think your stretch marks are that bad?" Keith asked softly.

Lance only mumbled "You haven't seen my back yet."

"And I don't need to. I want you to listen to me. No one is perfect. God put one thing in everyone that they struggle with. My toes look like monkey feet." Keith joked, and Lance poked his head out from his knees. "You have a gorgeous personality, and a beautiful soul. And on top of that, you're very, very handsome. I don't care what other people have said, those stretch marks are not ugly. They're unique and if you weren't unique how would I have found you out of billions?"

Lance sniffed. "Really?"

"Really."