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mishwrites · 8 years ago

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another klance fic for the prompt “Sometimes I really don’t like you”

or the one where Lance gives Keith a wet willie (get ur minds out of the gutter)

Training had finished for the day and Keith and Lance had made their way into the living room, well as close to a living room as the castle had, and slumped down on the couch.

Lance had his legs flung over Keith as he sat, nose in a book, while Lance flicked through something on his datapad. It was quiet and calming, especially the way Keith rubbed small circles into Lance’s ankle with his thumb.

He looked up at Keith in time to catch a yawn escape his mouth. Keith blinked slowly, readjusting his focus back to his book.

“Wow, it’s not like you to be tired this early. You not sleep well?” Lance poked Keith with his other foot.

“Hmm? Oh no, not really. It’s alright though.” Lance had been dating Keith long enough to know that sometimes he has nightmares. Sometimes, Keith will sneak into Lance’s room after a nightmare and slide into bed with him and Lance will hold him tight. Other times, Lance will be woken by Keith next to him, mumbling and sweating. So Lance will run his hands through Keith’s hair until he wakes up and rolls into Lance’s hold. Other nights, the two would have fallen asleep together but Lance will wake up in the middle of the night to an empty bed, only to find Keith pacing the hall or training.

Lance hums in acknowledgment. “C’mere.”

Lance sat up and let his legs fall off of Keith. He took the book from Keith’s hands and placed it on the floor open to the page he was on. He kissed him on the cheek and pulled him gently down into his lap, using his legs as a pillow for Keith. Keith looked like we wanted to protest, but gave up when Lance began running his fingers through his long hair like he knows Keith likes. That he knows calms Keith and helps him back to sleep.

Keith’s eyes fall closed and Lance goes back to his pad, one hand still laced in Keith’s hair.

Time passed relatively quickly, and before long Pidge is messaging Lance that dinner is ready. Which he is thankful for because as much as he likes Keith, his legs are numb and he really needs to stand.

Keith was fast asleep on his lap but who was Lance if he didn’t decide to have a little fun? Keith’s hair was tucked behind his ear and the temptation was too much for him.

Lance smirked and licked his finger, getting it all wet. He giggled and stuck it in Keith’s ear, twisting as he broke out into laughter when Keith woke with a gargled squawk.

Keith sat up fast and tried to dig out as much spit as he could from his ear. “You’re unbelievable.”

Lance was howling with laughter and Keith gave him a shove, causing him to topple down on the couch. This did nothing to stifle Lance’s laughter.

“Sometimes I really don’t like you,” Keith tried to sound convincing, but he couldn’t help but smile as he watched Lance roll onto the floor and wipe the tears from his eyes.

“Whatever, you love me.” Lance had calmed down enough to talk and he stood up, offering a hand to Keith.

Keith took Lance’s hand and pulled him down into a kiss. “Yeah, I do.”

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mishwrites · 8 years ago

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Stop Pretending

A Klance fic based on the prompt “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”

Things get heated and Keith kisses Lance, admits some things, and then denies said things.

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Lance had barely stepped out of his lion before Keith was storming towards him in the hanger.

“What the fuck was that!?” Keith shouted, not slowing down his charge towards Lance.

“What do you mean, “what the fuck was that”?” Lance was defensive and held his ground.

“You could’ve died, Lance!” Keith tossed his helmet off to the side as he reached Lance, stopping a few feet from him.

“Yeah? Well so could’ve you!” Lance followed Keith and tossed his own helmet aside, tension rising between them.

“I had it under control! Why can’t you just trust me?”

“Under control?” Lance spat out a bitter laugh. “If I hadn’t interfered, your ass would be toast! Kentucky Fried Keith!”

“I was going to duck out of the way, you asshole!”

“Yeah, clearly you were. Clearly, that stream of fire that monster threw at you wasn’t faster than you.” Lance wasn’t buying it.

“You could’ve killed yourself jumping in like that!” Keith gave Lance a small shove, and Lance stumbled back, surprised at the act.

“I was in my lion. You were out of yours!” Lance stepped back in retreat, but his voice still dripping in anger.

“Did you not see what it did to our lions?” Keith followed in pursuit. “I had no choice. Someone had to get in there while it was distracted. God, why are you so stupid?!”

“Why are you so mad? We saved a planet and we didn’t die! Why are you so up in arms about this when we’ve done this heaps of times before?”

“What if you died? What if we both died?” Keith had backed Lance fully against the wall of the hanger.

“Why can’t you just admit that you needed help?” Keith’s proximity was making Lance’s heart race.

“Argh, I just- I hate you!” But before Lance had a chance to register the words, Keith had Lance pinned, fists balled on Lance’s chest and he pressed his lips against Lance’s.

Lance squeaked in surprise but melted into the fiery kiss. Hot and quick, messy and close. Lance laced his fingers in Keith’s hair and revelled in the moan released when he tugged. Keith kissed harder and pushed himself as closer into Lance, like the inch between them was really a mile.

Lance released his hold on Keith’s hair when he felt a shift from rough and hot to desperate. Keith wrapped his arms around Lance’s neck and pulled him impossibly close. Lance followed the change and settled his arms around the small of Keith’s back, not daring to break the kiss.

Keith was the one who broke from the kiss. He pulled back slightly, arms still wrapped around Lance and his breath heavy.

“I couldn’t bear it if you died, and I could never forgive myself if you died because of me.” Keith’s voice was so soft and vulnerable and caught Lance off guard. He’d never heard Keith so small.

“What-“ Keith cut Lance off before he could say anything more, but this time is was soft and shy and didn’t last long at all before Keith was pulling away.

Lance slumped against the wall and watched Keith as we picked up his helmet and walked away, not looking back once.

Over the next few days, Keith avoided Lance like the plague. Keith would eat before everyone else, he would take longer routes to his room, and whenever Lance tried to confront him, he’d turn and walk away.

Keith’s refusal to acknowledge Lance had begun to put a strain on the team. Fortunately, they had no new missions but training became a lot more painful since Keith wouldn’t work with or even look at Lance. Lance found himself flat on his ass more times than he could count because Keith wouldn’t help him and whenever Lance did his part and helped Keith when he became overwhelmed by the drones, he received nothing but a death glare. Lance is thankful though because that’s more than he’s gotten from Keith in the last few days.

Lance was frustrated with Keith, and so was the rest of the team.

“What the shit, Lance!” Pidge confronted him after training. “I don’t know what’s going on between you and Keith but you gotta snap out of it. It’s putting the whole team at risk.”

“Pidge is right.” Shiro’s voice joins the conversation. “We could be sent out at any minute and we can’t afford this tension. Keith won’t tell me what happened between you two to end up like this, but you have to fix it before any real damage is caused.”

Lance doesn’t say anything but gives a small nod. He notices Keith head up to the tower overlooking the training deck. He was probably going to adjust the training sequence so he could train some more but it was the perfect place for Lance to corner him and deal with this without Keith running away.

Lance was ready to just ride it out but Pidge and Shiro were right. This is dangerous. If they were called out, there’s no guarantee this feud, could this even be considered a feud?, would be but on the backburner.

Lance heads up to the tower, hoping Keith hasn’t noticed him on his way up. He steps through the doors and they slide close behind him.

“Hey, Coran. How do I-“ Keith turns around and sinks back into the control panel and refuses to meet Lance’s eyes. “Hey, Lance.”

Lance freezes for a moment, thrown off by Keith’s unusual manner. His shoulders were hunched and he was staring at the ground. So small when compared to his normal composure.

“Keith, what the fuck has gotten into you?” Lance doesn’t move in and stays against the door, not only blocking the entrance, but giving Keith his space.

“Forget it, Lance,” Keith growls. What is it about this that made Keith so… Ashamed?

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!” Anger began to bubble up at how selfish Keith has been. “You need to accept that because it’s putting a strain on the team!”

Keith still wouldn’t look at him and he’s picking at his nails and Lance backs down a little.

“Keith, what’s wrong? Why won’t you face this? If you want me to forget about it, that’s fine. Just tell me and I’ll forget it. There’s clearly something between us but I’ll do whatever you want here, just stop jeopardizing the team over this.”

Keith still doesn’t say anything and Lance huffs, done with this situation and turns to leave, but he’s stopped when Keith wraps his hand around Lance’s wrist.

“You’re right.”

“Ugh, you’re unbelievable- wait, what?” Lance was fully expecting another fight.

“You’re right. I’m being stupid. I shouldn’t have kissed you and I didn’t know what to do.”

“Keith…” Lance breathes.

“Feelings are dangerous, especially in our situation. So I thought if I made you hate me then there’d be nothing there and you wouldn’t do something stupid like sacrifice yourself for me or chose me over someone else.”

“Keith, feelings are less dangerous than what’s going on now. At least with feelings we can work together.” Lance takes the hand Keith still has wrapped around his wrist in his hand. “And if you’re worried about feelings interfering, then we can set up some rules for when we’re in battle.”

“Yeah,” Keith sighs.

“But, it’s up to you. If you want feelings, then great. We can have feelings. If you don’t want feelings, then great. We can forget this whole thing ever happened.” Lance lets go of Keith and goes to leave, to allow Keith to mull over the options, but is stopped again when Keith’s hand wraps around his wrist and spins Lance around.

“I want feelings,” Keith smiles and pulls Lance down for a small kiss.

Lance is smiling too when the kiss breaks. “Feelings it is, then.”

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