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Saw this and immediately thought of him 🫶

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the look of a man ready to pilot a giant mecha lion into space, no questions asked

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this was originally like a whole different composition lol but yk severance ref

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In Keith's dreams he can hear the cicadas sing in the Texas sun. Summers always felt like home and the clicking sounds always brought a sort of peace to him that nothing else ever would.

If Keith had time to ponder, he'd find Lance brought that same comfort.

Now though, without a home and little time for sleep, moments like those are more like daydreams. And oh, how he missed it.

He missed the simplicity of a summer nap, of the sounds of summer and the sticky sweet humidity. Most of all, Keith missed the warmth enveloping him, because out here in the middle of space nothing is as warm and welcoming as that same sun.

Now, Keith will rarely be found away from the Blade. From missions to attempting to re-establish the organization as a Humanitarian aid group, he admittedly had his hands full.

Too full to go anywhere. Too full to establish a home for himself anywhere else.

Too full to daydream about ocean eyes and a smile like the sun.

Keith will sit at his desk or in meetings flipping through the Galran equivalent of PowerPoint presentations on repeat. Documentation, resource allocation, info gathering, coalition duties excetera excetera.This will go on for days until he feels like collapsing all until it starts over again.

Nothing ever gives him a reprieve. Late night after late night with less and less hours of sleep. Which is where Keith finds himself now, another late night at his desk listening to the endless sounds of a second, lesser known, annoyance.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Sighing, Keith puts down the data pad, rubbing at his eyes to clear the strain building behind them. He glances up to the clock resting against the far wall and can't help but smirk at it even if it brings him endless migraines.

It’s a cat, right from some vintage Earth store Shiro found it at. It’s old, big, has freaky eyes, a swaying tail, made of old plastic in the frame and iron in the hands. It clicks with the ticking time and needs to be winded by hand.

Keith hates it.

The damned thing had been a parting gift so that Keith would have "a piece of home" with him all the way out here in the far universe. At the time, Shiro had found it hilarious while Keith found it more obnoxious than any other gag gift his brother had given him.

Now though, he looks at it full of wariness. The clock just reminds the Blade leader of times much simpler than this.

Reminding him of every second he’s wasting out here. Of every second wasted not dreaming of comfort and yearning for where cicadas sing.

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The first call was not by his choice nor by Keith's free will. His comms had been ringing all day. He'd ignored as many as possible with Axca picking up some of the slack in-between. Keith could frankly care less about the barrage of them coming through. He had paperwork to do and flipping through page by page with the constant ringing was getting on his last nerve.

When he finally snaps at the millionth one that afternoon, Keith picks it up in a rage, practically growling out the world's most frustrated "What?!"

The other end of the line stays silent before an impressed whistle sounds through. An all too familiar whistle.

"Wowww, what's got you so uptight there Captain? I didn't know you could growl like that....That a Galra thing?"

"What do you want Lance? I'm busy."

Lance laughs at him. Laughs! It's so bubbly, bright, unbridled Keith can't even find it in himself to be peeved by it. He knows damn well Lance is making fun of him. If even a little. Yet the sound itself rings through the speaker like his own personal wind chime.

Twinkling, chirping even. All at being the butt of lances joke…Keith can't stop the smile attempting to crack its way through his serious facade.

"Why? I can't phone in my dearest fearless leader of old to check in on him for no reason?" Lance's voice is so full of shit Keith can smell it from here.

"No."

"You sure?" Lance feigns innocently.

"Yes."

"But Keithhhhhh!"

Keith's mouth twitches up into a smirk "I will hang up right now.”

"Ok fine! You caught me red handed officer!"

"Lance–" Keith says, stern, but not enough to convince either man that it's in full seriousness.

"Ok ok, jeeze! just messin with ya man. I never got your RSVP."

"RSVP?”

"Yeah. Ya know, for the annual McClain summer bash? It's not like you have to RSVP–"

Keith's mind slowly comes to a halt. Don't tell him....no way, please don't tell him it's already been this long.

"-just wanted to make sure you were still coming since no ones heard from you in a while."

Keith has never felt so stupid. The McClain summer bash...the party that's only happened every single year without fail. The party that's for and about Lance. The party Keith would never be caught dead missing.

He'd forgotten....he'd been so tired he forgot.

"Keith...? You still there?"

"I uh–yes! Yes." Keith clears his throat "Sorry, just tired is all."

Lance's side of the line is silent far too long for Keith's liking. It gives him too much time to think. Too much time to wonder if he's said something wrong and messed this whole conversation up somehow.

*Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.*

"Are you ok?" And oh how sincere Lance's voice sounds. Keith mentally smacks himself for worrying him so easily.

"I'm fine, Lance. Don't worry, just a lot of meetings lately."

"Ya know I– *we*, are all here for you, right? You don't have to shoulder it all alone."

"I know."

"So..." Lance breaks in uncertainty "the party? You don't have to come if you're so tired–"

"No! I-i mean...yes!" Keith cursed "I'd love to come. Of course I'd come Lance."

"If you're sure..?"

"I am. This might be the one thing I'm sure about actually."

"Oh yeah?" Lance voice lifts with amusement "why's that Captain? Got a special thing to go see?"

Keith hums, giving nothing away much to Lance's distaste. His dramatic squawks ring through the speaker much to Keith's joy with every passing second of no confirmation to Keith's apparent bias.

"Gonna tell me what it is you're looking forward to?"

"And if I say your mother's cooking?"

Lance gasps, offended "and not ME?!"

Keith flips a page on his paperwork, trying his best not to smile like a damned fool. He's failing.

"Why would it be you?”

"Um probably because I'm super awesome and nice and funny and COOLER than a certain someone that does paperwork all day?"

"Uh-huh, sure. Says the self proclaimed super awesome and nice and funny cooler than me sharpshooter."

"So you admit it!"

"No comment."

If one thing is certain, it's that Lance lifted his mood so seamlessly that Keith had failed to notice at first. He failed to see it during the conversation, during the jokes and slightly tortuous flirtations. But Keith did notice when the call finally came to an end and his paperwork was completed neatly in a stack off to the side.

He sees it in the way his shoulders have unwound if even a little bit and in the way his head isn't pounding with a migraine from furrowing his brows so hard.

The incessant ticking of a clock fades from Keith's mind with ease and tonight, when Keith lays in bed at a more normal hour than usual, he sees it in the way he dreams of summer warmth, bright smiles, and those missing cicadas.

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another hart comfort klance

I'm obsessed with them.

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man and his 500 lb galactic space best friend

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Seeing a redraw of this art that has lived rent free in my mind for years now is like winning the lottery 🙏

This piece is the reason I'm obsessed with Keith dipping lance to kiss

guys..... I'm re-entering my klance era...... and I redrew this old comic to start us off <3

more thoughts under the cut ⬇️

april fools

jesus christ can you imagine 🚬

I had fun redrawing this though! cool to see the improvement 🤭

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how did we get here? well, i used to know you so well

- cumberdoodlemint’s 100 dtiys on instagram!!

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Keith and Lance, But not the usual ones ✨

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where did you go, Lance?

fanart for the amazing @loadingboy who wrote the traumatic yet lovely Grin and Bear It that you should all read. Happy early bday Zack!!!

Here's the less emo, normal version of the drawing

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idk what this is

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klance hug because wE NEED THIS.

(and they need it too)

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@mizukkay gave me the idea to draw the hug we never got in the klance discord magma so :)

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when he can't hear you

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Redraw of the sunset scene I did a while back

This def happened

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