Look at this beautiful edgy boi here... *sniff* so beautiful...

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I worked in a tattoo shop. Actually, no, I owned it. Simple, really. I was one of the most popular artist here. I knew how to draw a cheesy line on a person's body like I knew the back of my hand. But... it all became vague when another customer walked in. I said my line, like usual.

"Hello, welcome to Guns and Tears, how may I help you today?" I said, looking at them. People who came here usually didn't have a single ink mark on their body. This guy was different. He had a sick flame tattoo on the back of his neck, along with a sinus piercing, a couple ear piercings, a lip piercing, and a piercing right above his eyebrow. He gave me a lady-killer side-smile.

"I'm here for an... appointment," he said blandly, looking me up and down. I looked at a customer list.

"Are you... Brandy Gurgenson?"

"Nope."

"Jimny Kinderson?"

"No."

"Gunther Liperhup?"

"Nada."

"You don't have a reservation, then. I suggest you either book one here now, or go find another place, since you'll have to wait until tomorrow," I said, closing the binder where all the reservations were held. He walked closer to me.

"Actually, the name's Keith Kogane." My eyes widened as I clasped my hands over my mouth. My eyes started to water.

"... Keith?" I whispered, walking to the male. He smirked.

"In the flesh, babe," he said, spreading his arms out. I ran into his arms, hugging him tightly. I started to lightly sob. He brought my face closer to his and pressed his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pressed my body against his, arms circling around my waist. Once we broke the kiss, I pressed my forehead to his.

"Keith... I thought I'd never see you again... After you went off to the Garrison..." I breathed, tears still running down my cheeks.

"I missed you so, so much," he mumbled, kissing my hands. I giggled and wiped away the tears.

"There are some people I want you to meet, I'll explain everything later," he said, leading me outside. I blinked at the five giant-ass lions that were parked in the parking lot, and six people that were standing in front of them.

"What the actual fuck is that," I said, pointing at the lions. Keith laughed and kissed my head.

"You'll see, (Y/N)," he said, dragging me towards the people. They waved to me and I waved back.

"So this is the famous '(Y/N)' we've all heard so much about," the Cuban boy said, looking at me, "I'm Lance, the paladin of the red lion, nice to meet you." I chuckled as he kissed my hand. Keith slapped his arm.

"I'm Pidge, pilot of the green lion," the small girl said, shaking my hand.

"I'm Hunk, pilot of the yellow lion."

"Allura, princess of Altea."

"Coran, the only most fabulous man."

"And I'm Shiro, pilot of the black lion." I shook their hands and laughed.

"As you may or may not have known, I'm (Y/N), also known as mullet head's girlfriend," I introduced, jabbing a finger at the ravenette.

"Yeah, Keithy here used to talk about you ALL the time in space. It was soooooo annoying, he never stopped, 24/7, '(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)!'" Pidge spluttered. I looked at my boyfriend. His face was as red as his jacket. I stuck out my tongue at him, showing the others a tongue piercing.

"Awww... Is wittle Keefy-kun missing me up in his killer robotic wion?" I cooed, ruffling his hair.

"Sh-Shut up!" he stuttered, lightly whacking my hand away. I giggled.

"So, do any of you mind telling me what happened in space?"

(Timeskip after a really, really long story time session)

"... So we killed Zarkon and defeated the Galra empire," Lance finished off, looking at me in satisfaction.

"Wow! That. Was. Bloody AMAZING!" I whooped. I heard an alarm go off, so I whipped out my phone from my pocket.

"Oh geez, I need to get back in the shop, people are expecting me," I said, hurriedly, "If you guys want to come, you can, but make sure to be quiet, I don't want the customers to feel troubled." The paladins nodded and followed me inside of my little shop.

"Annie, can you take care of Greg while I tat Brandy up?" I said to one of my staff. She smiled and nodded, leading Greg to a wall, where he could pick up designs. I smiled and looked at the door, signaling the arrival of a new guest.

"Hello, welcome to Guns and Tears, how can I help you today?" I said, repeating my line. The customer grinned.

"Brandy Gurgenson here, and might I say, you are mighty fine, little missy," he flirted, and winked. I only gave a fake smile.

"Sorry, but I only do business here, come this way," I instructed. I felt a cold hand grab my ass. I yelped and looked back at the man, looming behind me.

"Come on, have some fun with me," he chuckled, grabbing my face.

"H-Hey!" I yelled, whacking him with my clipboard, "I said I only do business here! Have some respect!"

"Oh, feisty? We can change that..." he growled, pinning me against the wall, hand touching my upper thigh.

"Unhand her, you sick bastard!" I heard from across the room. Brandy was suddenly down on the floor, clutching his bleeding jaw. I saw Keith in front of me, looking at my body.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" Keith asked, checking my arms and legs for any bruises.

"I-I'm fine, Keith..." I choked out, looking at his purple eyes. He sighed in relief and pressed his lips against mine for a moment.

"I'm glad you're okay, babe." I nodded and pecked his cheek. I walked towards the fallen man, then picked him up, letting his feet dangle in the air.

"Staff harassment is strictly forbidden here," I growled, walking towards the door. I flung him outside, onto the concrete.

"And stay out!" I yelled, slamming the door closed. I dusted off my hands and went back to the desk.

"I'm glad that's over," I thought, hugging my lover, "I'm also glad Keith's back."

(BONUS!~)

Brandy was outside, rubbing his aching head. He immediately saw the five lions that were perched in the parking lot. Their yellow eyes flashed as they looked at him. He whimpered, scared.

"Nice kitties?"