A/N: it's more LANGST actually, but since it's very klancey it's now classified as klangst. Again. Request if you want. I don't mind. This is only part one of two.

Trigger warnings: Self harm.
Im not doing this to romanticise self harm at all. Nothing is worth hurting yourself over. Believe me, I've had some close calls with this in the past. But the past if behind, and this is purely for entertainment purposes only.

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"My soulmate is the best by far!"
Lance boasted to his very bored friends early one morning as they sat having breakfast in a small cafe.

"So we've heard a million times buddy."
Hunk mumbled half paying attention.
He was too busy texting on his phone. Probably Shay, Hunks own soulmate. They had doodled messages on their skin to each other for years, not knowing each other, then, at school, Shay had spotted Hunk. She knew he was the one because the markings on his hand matched hers. So on, so on, happily ever after blah blah blah. Lance just wanted his happily ever after to some soon.

"You soul mate doesn't even talk to you lance!"
Pidge said taking a long sip of her coffee. The bags under her eyes, and maths equations down her arms, showed she had Definitely been writing to hers.

"Hey! Just because my soul mate never responds to the messages I write! Doesn't mean he doesn't draw anything for me!"
Lance said sourly.

Pidge raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah? So he doodles things to you? Let's see?"

Lance blushed and looked away.
"You can't see! Their personal to us!"

"Personal to you. There is no 'us' In the weird relationship you have with your soulmate."
Pidge snorted.

"Hey don't be rude."
Hunk warned, finally looking up from his phone.

The truth is, lance felt like Pidge was right. When a person draws on their skin, it appears on their soulmates skin too. People throughout generations would leave messages and drawings all over their body, almost as if to communicate with them. Most of the time, their one and only will write back. Not having them write back was unusual to say the least. But Lance always felt they had a reason. Lance would write to his soulmate everyday.

His soulmate however, would rarely write anything. His soul mate, apparently, preferred to draw, but never really on his hands like you think he would. He would always doodle on the tops of his arms, or on the underside of his wrists. Lance wasn't lying when he said they were personal. Something about the flowers that appeared in many colours, or the broken skulls that dotted his arms, made it feel like he couldn't show anyone. This was his soulmates drawings, and that was something just to keep between them. Lance liked to think that his soulmate drew those things for him. He wouldn't let anyone convince him other wise.

Lance has had very few times in the past when his soulmate has written to him. His soulmate ever only seemed to write when he was feeling really down. This didn't seem to be very often at all. Maybe twice a year, but when it did happen, Lance would be there, ready with his colourful markers and terrible jokes to try his best to give who ever was sad a good cheer up!

"You just jealousy Pidge."
Lance said turning his head cockily.

"Of what? A person who you haven't ever spoken to? I'm good with my soul mate thanks. We are in the middle of solving a very important equation about sky diving and velocity."
Lance watched in wonder, as numbers and diagram of a stick man jumping out of a plane appeared on Pidges shoulder. He couldn't help but to be the one feeling jealous.

"Oh darn. This is going to be hard to reply to! How do you write on you shoulder without it being messy!"
Pidge sighed frustrated.

That's when Lance went back to doing what he was going to do in the first place.

Lance got out a pen from under neath the table and uncapped it. He watched as the blue ink glided swiftly over the back of his hand, as he wrote his soulmate a simple message.

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Meanwhile in class, Keith Kogane sat bored as could be, not listening to anything anyone was saying. He was drawing on the inside of his arm, so the teacher wouldn't see his doodles. He would try to draw on his hands, but he liked to keep his gloves on. They added to his edge.

Speaking of edge Keith was nearly finished with yet another drawing of a smashed up broken skull, when a familiar tingly sensation shot through his left hand.
Keith ignored it, already knowing what stupid message probably was written there. Keith's soulmate, who ever he was, never shut up. He talked and talked and write really bad pick up lines all over his body. Keith hates them, or at least pretended to hate them. He secretly quite liked them. Not that he would ever say.

Keith only ever spoke to him when he was desperate. It did work though, one thing his soul mate was good at was encouragement. He always found himself laughing at the awful puns and highlighter unicorns. Not that he would ever tell any of his friends.

Pidge and Shiro would tease him, Hunk and Allura.... ahhhh their not so bad, but Lance? Uh god! If he told that cocky ass hole, he'd never hear the end of it! Lance was always going on about his soul mate, but he never actually showed anyone the things he received from his 'special lady' or whatever. Honestly, you'd have to the worst luck in the galaxy to end up with him a your soul mate!

When the bell for class ended, Keith packed up his stuff and got ready to meet his friends at the Altea Cafe. But just before he left, he secretly removed his black fingerless gloves for just a moment.

Hey soul mate! How's your day? I just want you to know I love you from my head to-matoes!

Then their was cheesy drawing of a heart shaped tomato in blue ink. Keith couldn't help but smile a little. Even if this whole soulmate thing was over rated, it did feel nice at times.

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"Hey guys!"
Keith waved at his friends whilst taking a seat at the table.

"No Allura or Shiro?"
He asked, noticing the missing presence of his two other friends.

"Their sitting in a tree."
Lance replied, finger gunning Keith.

Keith rolled his eyes. Looking away from Lances painfully bright smile.

"So was Lance boasting about his "special lady" again?"
Keith's asked Hunk tiredly.

"You bet he was."
Hunk squeaked, blushing madly at his phone screen. Definitely talking to Shay, Keith noted.

"Let's see what you asked them?"
Pidge reaches for Lances hand, but he snatched it back.

"No it's private!"
Lance whined.

Pidge groaned.
"As come on Lance! You can't show off about them and never show us what you get up too! Please?"

Keith must admit, he was curious about what Lance wrote to his soulmate.
"Yeah? Are you chicken!"
Keith smirked. Lance scowled.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too! (D2)"

"Fine I'll show you."

Everyone looked over curiously as Lance sheepishly lay his hand down on the table for all to see. Even Hunk looked up from texting Shay.

"Seriously Lance a pick up line that cheesy?"
Pidge giggles.

"Hey!"
Lance complained.

"That's great! Right Keith? Keith ...?"
Hunk turned to look at the dark haired mullet boy.

Keith was staring at Lances hand, not moving at all.

No no no.
This can't be happening.
Why the hell does Lance have the same message in his hand?

There was only one reason that Keith thought would explain this. As much as he hated it, he knew. Lance was his soulmate. Lance freaking Mc Clain, of all the dumb boys in the world it had to be it was Lance! And the worst part?

Lance thought he was a lady.

"I have to go."
Keith muttered quickly and ran out of the ship, roughly aware of the calls behind him. He didn't care at this point. Lance, his so called rival, was supposed to be his lover? I mean Lance was always quite cute in Keiths opinion, not to mention attractive and-
Ahhhhhhh no!
Lance is not attractive!
Lance is not cute!
And Lance is defiantly not his soulmate!

Keith groaned and pulled his hood over his head.
Oh no. This is awful. Worst day ever! To find out that his dumb pretty rival Lance is supposed to be his lover. How on earth would he manage that! He didn't even like the guy! He hated him!

Keith pictured him kissing Lance in his mind, hoping to be disgusted. Instead he started blushing madly at the thought of Lances hand on his waist. Well, Keith was defiantly dead meat now.

"Oh f**k"
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Mean while, the rest of the group sat at their table in the cafe in confusion.

"What up with him?"
Hunk asked concerned.

"Constipation?"
Pidge suggested.

"He's just jealousy of-"
Lance began but Pidge cut him off.

"Of your soulmate we know. Geez Lance do you stop talking ?"

"Nope!"

A/N: not very klansgty yet eh? Don't worry part two is going be the angsty part. It will be angsty af. That's where the trigger warnings come into so... beware!