the-demons-within

[the-demons-within]

*insert rain scene*

There is swearing, btw,

Will

"It's not my fault you don't like girls!!" Those words fell onto Will's shoulders, stiffening his entire body.

"... really... really, Mike?" Will's tears began falling, mingling with the rain pelting his face.

"Will.. I didn't mean -" Mike was cut off by Will, who wasn't listening.

"That's the problem, Mike.. you don't understand! Not at all!" Will borderline yell. He hated the ever falling tears running running his face down to his chin. He watched as Mike kept eyeing him and the drops of water.

"Understand?? Understand what?!"Mike called .

reluctance tainted Will's voice as he spoke, voice faint. "It kinda is your fault," a certain type of distain filled his eyes as he stared at Mike. His legs told him to get the hell out of there. But a morbid curiosity prohibited his escape, leaving him to lament an outcome that hadn't come about yet.

Mike: "My fault you.. what?...don't like girls..?" It was as if Wil could see Mike putting the pieces in place as it happened. Just the thought that Mike now knew made him wanna vomit. He couldn't just stand here in silence.

Will: "Just forget it!" His voice cracked as he sobbed slightly, talking his bike under him and finally leaving. He heard a faint "WILL!" Through the rain. But he couldn't turn back. He couldn't even look back, not after that.

Mike

Mike cursed under his breath as Will rode off into the rain, scrabling with his own bike. He leapt off chasing the boys bath back to the byers residence - a place he knew the way to better than his own home.

He knew he fucked up, he knew he did and my god did he contemplate jumping off that damn cliff again because of it. He hated that he said that, what kind of thing to say is that!? The tight nit guilt in his chest make his question his loyalty to Will, his very best friend.

He finally arrived at his house, Will's bike was out of sight. Worried, he frantically knocked on the door, haping for a responce. He didn't care who Joyce, Jonathan, anyone

No one answered.

Worries swirled through his mind. Did they hate him? Had Will told them already, shit, shit,

"SHIT"

he pushed his bike onto the ground as he sat on the soaked step. Head in his hands, he paused. With the cracking of a heard exterior, tears began to fall to the ground. And again, the cracking of... something. Mike, blurry eyed, lifed his head to the sound. It was behind the byers' house.

Castle byers.

He got up from his sorrow and ran to the yard, stumbling and slipping through the cursed muddy ground. There at the edge of the house, directly in front of his eyes, was a broken, destroyed castle byers. But more importantly, to the side was the boy he was looking for.

(Feel good Inc really just started playing, bruh)

"Will?..." he quivered. Will turned towards him.

"Christ Mike!? What Is Your Problem!???" He yelled over the rain.

"Look, Will, I'm sorry!" He stepped forward."I- I didn't mean that I just... it was a horrible thing that came to my head, and I didn't filter it before saying it, I didn't think about what was actually coming out of my mouth!" Mike looked at Will, eyes pleading for forgiveness, for his best friend to realise how much he hated what he had said.

"Bullshit." Will whispered.

"What"

"Like I said, you should just forget I ever said anything" Will spat.

"No, Will I was being a total douche!" Mike called, gradually stepping closer to Will. As Mike arrived at Will he glanced down at the slightly shorter boy. Will's features were sharper than usual, his lighthearted expression turned a mix of dispare and hate. The boy had closed himself off, and Mike hoped to open him back up.

He pleaded with Will to understand he didn't mean it, but, it failed. "Please... please Will I never meant to even think that, I just- I don't even know where it came from." Now close to Will, he spoke at a mere whisper. He gained no responce though. "What you said" Mike began, gaining Will's attention "what exactly did you mean?" The word *exactly* was painfully exaggerated.

"Really??" Will demanded."You still don't understand!?" Mike stuttered under the pressure of Will's words. "God Damnit! Mike, I'm in fucking love with you!" A broken Will stood in front of Mike, breathing heavy, his eyes puffy with tears.

A brief silence ensued.

"Just- just leave it" Will cried, his anger gone leaving a Sobbing mess to walk away from Mike.

Mike grabbed Will's wrist. "Wait- Will i..."

"You what?" He said, turning to the taller. At a loss for words Mike did the only thing running through his mind.

...

He kissed Will.

He pulled away near instantly in a panic. "Fuck- will I'm sorry" he tried to clamber together a string of words into a failed sentence excusing himself for kissing Will when he was interrupted by a pair of lips on his own. He looked down to see Will, the gorgeous boy that had filled his mind for the past months finally embrasing him in a kiss. His hand slid to fill Will's as his eyes fell into rest, falling into the others open arms.

When the two had to pull away they stayed in each others arms. Mike broke into a bashful grin as he looked at Will. "So.. you said you loved me?" He beckoned.

"Well.. yeah" Will's face ,puffy from his tear now had an extra layer of red. Mike's eyes softened into Will's gaze.

"I think I love you too... I have for a while now." He chuckled slightly. Will smiled.

"It's pouring out here, we should head inside"

"Is Joyce home?" Mike enquired

"I don't think so, let's just-" will paused to jump out of Mike's arms slightly.

"Boys!? What are you doing out there in the rain?? Get inside!!" Joyce yelled from the back door.

The two ran inside, attempting to fabricate a believable stoy as to why they were in the rain, soaked, red-faced, and why some of castle byers was broken...

Joyce

Joyce at down at the dinner table with Jonathan while Mike and Will were getting dressed.

"Really, mom? You just didn't tell them you say ALL of that?"

"Hush Jonathan!" She whispered "I didn't wanna spoil the moment or anything!-"

"Just tell them you saw them" Jonathan's eyes shot up to the lounge room. Joyce shot a glance at Jonathan as Will and Mike entered the room. As he walked past to the sink he whispered his last words to her before coming back to sit down.

"You gotta tell them eventually-"

"Yeah yeah, maybe at their marriage ceremony" Joyce laughed.

And as Jonathan sat down next to his mother, he caught a glimpse of his brothers hand being closely held by Mike's and in the end... maybe he doesn't have to interrupted EVERY romantic moment they have....

Just most.

(Sorry, this is kinda cringe. lol, I wrote it at 5 am with no sleep)

[the-demons-within]

Mike: It was really sweet of you to commission that painting from Will.

El: What?

Mike: The painting- the one of the crew fighting a hydra...?

El: ... I didn't commission that...

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Mike: Will...

Will: Ah crap-

Will: Uh- uhm- ÆĀÁƘ *runs*

Mike: ...wtf??

[the-demons-within]

Trigger warning:

Suicide, death, hints at drugs and/or alcohol

"Lance, you don't you don't understand!" Keith argued, "nothing has been working!"

"Keith, you can't just do this, please. If not for me, then for shiro? Or Pidge, Hunk, Coran, Allura?"

"Allura," Keith spat. "You expect me to do anything for her when she stole everything from me!?"

"What has she ever stolen from you?!" Plance claimed. Keith looked at Lance, his expression un readable but silent none the less.

"You.." Keith whispered.

"What?"

" I said You! Okay? She stole you from me." He cried, his voice began to crack. "She stole my everything," he whispered. Lance stood stunned at Keith's declaration. Every beat of silence became loud, lance had said nothing, not even a sound. He just stood there as if the idea of Keith liking him in that way was unheard of, like it was impossible. Every second, the large drop that was in front of Keith became more tempting. Every second, his urge to jump, to get rid of the pain of all these years, was getting larger. Everything he tried, the drugs, alcohol, any of it lead to only momentary numbness. Happiness for only a short time. Death, though? That was a different story. Everything would be gone. Finally, he would have control. It was like this was the only thing in life he could control, and Lance was taking that away from him. Keith heard footsteps shuffling frantically up the stairs to the roof. "What did you do?!" Keith demanded."No, no, you are NOT taking this away from me!" Keith's tears began to fall down his face. A dreaded sense of betrayal looming over him. Lance wanted him to be happy. Right? So why would he take that away?! The footsteps got closer. "Probably shiro, pidge, Hunk and coran, of course not Allura though she hates my guts," Keith thought. A worry filled Lance's eyes. And yet, Keith didn't care...

One step...

Keith lowered his head, "Lance, I love you, I really do." he looked up, seeing the broken and dishevelled Lance one last time, and he jumped.

"NO!" Lance cried, leaping forward, his hand just slipping past Keith and failing to grab on to him. "I love you too..." he said, voice cracking and eyes filling with tears.

"You can join him." Somone said from behind Lance. He turned around quickly.

"Wha-" He began, but no one was there.

"Over here," the voice said, pulling Lance over to the edge, his stomach slamming against the railing borderline winding him. "Tempting, isn't it?" The voice giggled. "Do it, I know you want to. Follow him." The voice tempted in his ear. The ground became soothing, like it was calling him. Lance couldn't believe he was being persuaded to actually do this. And by the air at that. "Oh, I'm not "Air. " I'm the other voice. The one inside your head. The one with the "bad thoughts." But really, is this one "bad?" The voice questioned. "Go on... be with him. Join us."

"I-" Lance began

"They are almost here. Choose now. I think you know what you want..."

"Keith"

"Go on, do it."

" I'll see him? Yes?"

"Yes," the voice responded. Lance looked to the stars. He decided.

"I'll he there soon Keith... I love you, " he breathed into the night. Slowly, yet hastily, he crawled over the railing in front of him...

"I'm coming, my love..." he whispered. Still looking at the stars, he submitted himself to the ground. Giving in at last.

[the-demons-within]

Klance angst week: Wednesday

Trigger warning: suicide, alcohol, depression.

(L)

"HEY, watch it," Lance spat as Keith and him walked past each other, bumbing shoulders. Keith continued forward with a mumbled apology.

"God, that guy gets on my nerves," he thought to himself, "It's like he cares about nothing."

"Hey Lance!" Hunk called from down the corridor, lifting Lance's spirits ever so slightly. "I heard that shiro will be putting us through some sword fighting tests later, we will have partners, so let's hope we get paired!"

"Oh yeah, 100% if not, I will PERSONALLY put in a complaint," Lance joked

"Why am I not surprised?" Hunk sighed, rolling his eyes. Continiuing walking, they headed towards swords practice.

"Okay, everyone! Today, you will be paired with one of your comrades to practice sword fighting. " Shiro walked over to the wall and pulled down a large whiteboard. There, each of the pairs has been pre-chosen. Hunk was paired with Pidge, and Shiro would practice with Allura and Lance...

"Ohh fuck..." Lance wined. Of course he was paired with Keith of all people. " Shiroo-"

"And no we are not switching" shiro blatantly expressed. Lance looked over to Keith who looked far to happy compared to normal.

"Hi Lance," Keith said, walking over. Lance decided that if he had to deal with Keith, he had better at least pretend to enjoy it, so he put on a fake smile.

"Hey Keith," he responded.

"Okay, everyone, please grab one of the swords from the wall and begin with some simple menouvers." Keith and Lance walked over together grabbing one of the swords each and getting a feel for the right balance. Claiming a spot on the court, the began to duel, swords flying through the air. At the start, Keith was winning every duel they had, every match played, but over time, Lance noticed the determination and confidence that Keith had brought to the table slowly draining. He wasn't losing, so what was happening? Lost in thought, he let his guard down and let Keith win.

"You're pretty good! You know that?" Lance complimented. Instead of a reply, Keith leveled his sword in line with Lance's throat.

"Oh please, don't act like we are so friendly, I know how badly you want to slit my neck, and you also know how easy it is for me to slit yours" Lance stood in shocked silence. Staring at Keith until he lowered his sword. "I need to take a break" he said finally.

"Me too, I'll go with you" Lance offered. He thought that perhaps a flicker of panic crossed Keith's features, but it was cut down immediately. Keith began walking to his room, and Lance followed behind, making his way to his own room

(Ghost in the corner pov)

Keith slipped through his doorway and into his room. His confidence was draining drastically. He began to rummage through his cabinets until he found what he needed, "Yes, thank god," he muttered before taking a large swig of his drink straight from the bottle. So what if the alcohol burned the back of his throat? He felt better after that. That's the point. He was tired, annoyed, frankly quite depressed and hated life. Nothing could fix that. But the alcohol? It numbed it, and it made him happier. He finished the bottle in one sitting. The back of his throat was still burning, and he was becoming increasingly irritated. It wasn't working like normal. He wanted relief. "I just need more," he whispered before sorting his way to the back of the shelf again, where he had hidden the bottles of alcohol and vodka. He sat with his back against the cabinet, taking large gulps of his second bottle.

"Hey Keith?" Lance said, opening the door. His eyes fell upon Keith, on the floor next to a cabinet of alcohol, an empty bottle already next to him, and the one he was drinking almost half gone. This was bad. It had only been 5 minutes, and Keith had finished an entire bottle. Keith knew that wasn't normal. Most people couldn't finish a bottle in 10 minutes, but 5? He was screwed, Lance, that bitch, had walked in and seen. Keith drank another gulp before speaking to the stunned Lance.

"Well? What do you want?" Keith pondered. Lance seemed to snap out of his shock and closed the door behind him.

"Are you crazy! That is so unhealthy, you know that!" Lance claimed. Keith took another slow sip from the bottle, finishing it off.

Two 1-letre bottles of vodka in 7 minutes.

"Lookk, dude, I'm finee," Keith slurred, trying to console Lance to a degree, but instead making him more anxious. Keith leaned back, grabbing 2 more bottles, it was becoming addictive, the burn, the re-occurring numbness, but it still wasn't all gone, the pain was still there, it was so painful and he just wanted it gone.

The next bottle popped open, and Keith took another large swig.

"Keith," Lance cautioned. He may not like Keith, but he wouldn't let a teammate die. "You need to stop this. That is way too much. You could die!" But that only seemed to drive Keith onward. He took some more gulps of his beverage, and Lance couldn't do anything. He left the room abruptly.

"Finally," Keith sighed. Lance was gone, and he could go numb.

12 and a half minutes, the 4th bottle was being opened.

All he wanted was to feel nothing, and this was the only way he knew. He wanted the numbness, the cold, the empty. Perhaps too much.

"Look - I can't stop him, I don't know how -" Lance had paused in the doorway and started at the scene in front of him. Shiro pushed past Lance and knelt beside Keith. Completely limp, with a mostly finished bottle of vodka and 3 empty bottles next to him...

was Keith.

[the-demons-within]

Klance angst week: Tuesday

Trigger warning: homophobia, cussing,

(L)

"C'mon Lance," he. Said hyping himself up and slapping his cheeks. "It's just a confession. What's the worst that can happen?"

"He could hate you forever,"

"You'll never be friends again,"

"You know that we are right,"

His mind continued to taunt him endlessly. "Shut up!" He shouted in a whisper. For once, the voices were silent. He got up from his comfortable place on the bed and walked over towards the door, opening it and heading to go get food.

He arrived, grabbing a plate of food and sitting to enjoy, eyes scanning around for a certain someone.

"Hey Lance!" Keith called from a bit over, walking over towards the table Lance was sitting at and placing his food down. He sat down next to Lance and began to ramble about the troubles of today and how he got yelled at my pidge for putting his reds in with the rest of the washing. After 10 minutes of chatting and eating, Lance and Keith head back to Keith's room.

"So, what are we going to do?" Keith asked.

"Well, um, actually... I need to tell you something..." Keith focused on the taller boy, ready to listen to what Lance had to say. "Look... Keith," he took a deep breath." I'm not straight, and I really like you. " he rushed past the last part. It had already taken far too long to say. Lance looked up at Keith with anticipation but was met with a face of pure discust.

"What the fuck!? Ew" he said, scrunching his face up. The pure look of discust of Keith's face would have been enough to shatter Lance, but it continued further as his eyes brimmed with tears, threatening to fall " Your GAY? Why? That's so gross, you are discusting"

"But- it doesn't change anything" Lance sobbed lightly.

"Yes it does, that isn't normal, get a grip on yourself, or someone needs to fix you" Keith continiued to spit at Lance, each insult, each rejection, stuck into Lance, driving a dagger further and further through his already bleeding and shattered heart. As Lance stepped forwards to attempt to make things right and apologise, Keith pushed him away. "Get away from me you fag!" He yelled, pushing Lance violently further towards the door. As a heart broken mess, he looked back one last time at Keith, a violent and descusted look plastered across his face. Lance finally stumbled through the door as a crying, Sobbing and aching mess.

(K)

"He's gay?? And he likes ME. Uugh, is shouldn't have said those things, he may be ... gay... buy he is my friend.

"Oh please you know being gay is wrong, and un natural, and filthy and-" Keith shuddered, sitting down on his bed.

"Oh God... I'm turning into my dad". Keith reluctantly remembered his father, the abuse, trauma, homo and zoo phobia. Worst, he was a paedophile. Him and his sister Sabrina had the scars, although whilst most of Keith's were physical... Sabrina on the other hand...

"Uugh shut up you stupid brain", he scolded himself harshly. "I just need to go over there and apologise, simple." With that out of the way, he got up, making his way to the most likely place that Lance was...

His room

Keith arrived and knocked on the door

"GO away" Lance's voice still sounded dry and croaky.

" Lance I need to apologise" this, seemed to grab Lance's attention, he blew the door open, fury riddled across his tear stained face.

"Oh fuck off." Lance spat at Keith.

Look, dude I know what I did was wrong but I didn't mean-"

" what the actual fuck do you mean "you didn't mean it" he mocked "What makes you think that you can apologise now, what gives you the right?!" Keith opened his mouth to speak. "No, shut the fuck up you homophobic bitch. Why do YOU get to come here and apologise after you broke me, I don't care that you rejected me, I care that you ruled it in and were an over all fucker about it! You don't get to come her to apologise to me just so that you can clear you own guilty conscious!" Shiro came around the corner to see what was going on with Hunk and pidge in tow. "I'm sorry" " doesn't cut it, I need to see results!"

"Hold on, what is going on!?" Shiro demanded

"Shut up shiro" Lance snapped "I need you to have said those awful things in the first place, do you understand me Keith. Just because you had a rough upbringing, doesn't mean that you can take your internalised homophobia out on me! Okay!?..." Keith looked at Lance in awe. Pidge, shiro and Hunk.were simply staring, mouths agape and eyes wide open. Finally, there was a strange silence that hadent been heard for a long while at this point.

"I fucking hate you Keith, get out of my sight." And Lance slammed the door.

[the-demons-within]

Klance angst week: Monday

Trigger warning: death, knives, suicide, depression

(L)

"Lance," Shiro called cautiously. "she didn't make it." Shiro's voice was grave. Lance's usually joyful face had fallen. A look in his eyes appeared as if his soul had shattered, and tears threatened to spill from his eyes as he looked towards the floor.

"She can't be gone, it's Allura. She always pulls through," Lance spluttered. It was soft and unsure, like he was trying to convince himself of a fake reality. The threatening tears began to water over the edge, cascading down his face and falling off his jaw. His head, still turned towards the floor, covered his anguish and ever growing gallery of emotions. However, nothing could hide just how much this had hurt Lance. "Why didn't they save her?" Lance's voice was filling with pained anger."It couldn't have been that bad, " he spat, fists clenched.

"Look, Lance, we all are grieving Allura, but she was violently stabbed, you. Can't just recover from that. " Shiro attempted to calm Lance down, get him thinking rationally.

"I'll find them..." Shiro's eyebrows furrowed at what Lance had said." I will find who did this, and they WILL pay the price. " Lance turned on his heel and walked with haste back towards his room. Shiro parted with Lance, hoping to perhaps find a better time to check in with him.

(K)

"Oh fuuck," Keith had locked himself in his room. He was spiralling dangerously. "Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, what the hell have I done" he though to himself, Pacing from one side of the room to the other. The bathroom door was open, the mirror facing him. He stopped to look at himself once, twice, then he looked at the basin. One time, two times, but it was still there, every single time. Legs getting tired of all the pacing. He decided to flop down on his bed and hyperventilate there instead.

"Keith?" Pidge's voice rung through the locked door. "Can I come in?" Keith panicked.

"Uh, look, I, I just need some time, okay?" his eyes darted around the room finally landing back on the one thing he dreaded.

On the handbasin, teetering on the edge, was a silver knife, blood seaping into the damp lining of water around the sink.

(K)

Pidge's steps became quiet as she walked away from the door, giving Keith some space like he asked. After about 10 more minutes of overthinking, procrastinating and a plethora of curses. He calmed.

"No one knows who did it yet, so how would they find out, I have the knife still, and I didn't physically touch her... I mean...? did I?"

His stomach growled. " uugh, I need some food, I guess this can wait for five minutes."

(L)

Lance was on the fence, depression creeping up on one side, and an intense anger mirroring depression's steps on the other. He wanted to find who did this, he Needed to give them a taste of their own medicine, but shiro? He wouldn't allow that.

"Uugh" he groaned and tilted his head against the wall, his hollowed eyes and tear stained face looking blankly at the ceiling. "What the!?" He sat up abruptly as the sound of metal falling echoed from the other side of the wall.

"Fuck" Lance heard someone mutter from behind the same wall.

"That was Keith’s room, right? Should I check on him? Is he okay?" Lance decided to head over there. He knocked on the door and heard some scrabling but let himself in, there was no way someone else was getting hurt. "Keith, are you okay?" He asked, entering the room slowly and turning towards the bathroom. He saw Keith turn quickly, a flustered and panicked look appearing upon his face.

"Uh- ye- yeah! Yeah... I'm fine" Keith had a panicked expression plastered across his features. Lance stepped closer.

"Are you sure-?" Keith backed away from Lance frantically and further into the hand-basin *klink* both eyes widened as their eyes fell upon the knife now on the floor, the knife that had slipped from Keith's grasp as he begun to clean it, the knife that he-

"I-"

"You killed her!" Lance half-yelled, inching backwards. Keith bent down to pick up the fallen knife.

"Look lance, don't tell anyone, I don't want to hurt you" his voice cracked. He rose from the floor, tears on the cusp of exposure, and began stepping forwards.

"Your crazy!" Lance claimed, backing away faster than before, his confliction preventing him from fleeing the scene.

"Oh Lance," he said, flinging his arms out into a hug around Lance, the shock stopping Lance from flinging Keith off if him.

Lance's eyes widened as the knife plunged into his back and tears sprung to his eyes. As Lance went limp, Keith followed him to the floor, propping him against the bed next to them. Kneeling beside Lance, his grief, his guilt, it over whelmed him, and bringing the knife up to himself, he whispered his last words...

"I'm sorry, my love..."