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runicscribbles:

I had a prompt for Heith where people in Hunk’s past were cruel to him and Keith helped him through the struggle. I’m so sorry, my inbox seems to have eaten the request!! I have no idea where it went. I hope that this is what you were looking for :)

Hunk looked at his hands and didn’t know what to do with them.

People had always told him that they were big and clumsy, warning him to be careful, admonishing him to be gentle. He’d always been bigger than the other kids, that meant he had to make sure he didn’t accidentally hurt anyone by playing too rough or just existing. They expected him to be awkward, telling him so often that he’d started to believe it himself. He lived in that fear, never being good enough and always afraid that someone was going to be hurt. That it would be all his fault.

He’d tried to do something better with the hands they called clumsy and too-big. He trained them to take apart the insides of machines, learning the delicate systems and how they worked. He could fix things that were broken, finding the missing, cracked pieces inside and make them better. He could improve it beyond what it had been built for.

Hunk had trained his hands to cook, to find the artwork in creation and innovation. Food was just like machines, he could bring the pieces together into something new and create something that was better than it used to be. He could make people happy with these hands. At least he tried.

Now they put a weapon in them and told him to fight when all he wanted to do was run away.

“Hey Hunk, I didn’t see you at dinner.”

A voice startled him out of his thoughts and he looked up at Keith, the Red Paladin leaning in the doorway. Keith never had the same problems, he threw himself into battle like he was born for it. Shiro too, he faced down the Galra with grim determination and tore them apart with his bare hands. Even Lance and Pidge stood their ground, Pidge cutting the foes down with her bayard close enough to be burned by the Galra-bot sparks and Lance bragging about his sharpshooting skills.

When he hesitated, they all thought he was afraid.

“I just wasn’t that hungry, it’s okay.” He had never been a good liar and Keith picked up on it right away. The Red Paladin moved to sit down beside him and Hunk didn’t protest.

“I know the fight today was a bit more intense than we realized, but we all got out of it in one piece. We took the Galra down, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Keith offered, not really used to reassuring others but learning how to be a friend.

Hunk looked down at his hands. It wasn’t fear, not in the way they thought. He was more afraid of himself than anything.

“That’s not…you ever think that I’m not supposed to be here?”

Keith blinked in surprise. “Of course you’re supposed to be here.” He said, matter-of-factly. “Who else would pilot the Yellow Lion?”

“I don’t know, anyone? Someone who’s a better fighter?” Hunk sighed, hunching his shoulders uncomfortably like he could somehow make himself smaller. “I don’t think I’m made for this.”

“Because you hesitated today?”

“Yeah.”

Keith frowned thoughtfully. “I know that you’re nervous, but you’ve never backed down when we’ve been in trouble before. You figured out how to get the scaltrite from the weblum too and saved both of our lives. You’re just doubting yourself.”

“It’s more than that.” Anger edged Hunk’s words and he folded his hands together, safe and quiet in his lap where they couldn’t do any more harm. “All you guys are so good at all of this and I’m not. You know I’m not. I don’t like fighting, I don’t know if I want to do this.”

“But you want to help people?”

The question hung in the air and Hunk knew it would be his undoing. He always wanted to help, he wanted to make everyone happy. He’d spent his whole life learning how to make things instead of destroying them, was fighting really the only way now? He couldn’t just be someone who smashed things apart, using all that strength and anger he buried inside so it wouldn’t hurt anyone. That’s not who he was, he’d tried so hard to define himself as something else.

“I don’t want to hurt anybody.” He admitted softly. “All I want to do is make things.”

Keith reached out and gently unknotted Hunk’s hands, coaxing them apart before lacing his fingers with Hunk’s own. “And that’s exactly why we need you.”