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me realizing i haven’t updated tts in two months 🧍‍♀️

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Klance Drabbles

[ Just keith admiring lance and whatnot ]

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Keith leaned against the doorway, arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. Across the room, Lance was mid-rant, his hands slicing through the air for emphasis. Pidge was perched on the edge of the couch, one eyebrow raised in dubious amusement, while Hunk leaned back in his chair, snacking on a bag of alien trail mix.

“—and that’s when I told him, ‘Listen, if this machine can’t make my food crispy, then it’s not advanced—it’s defective!’” Lance declared, his voice pitched in dramatic indignation. “The guy didn’t know what to say! Like, seriously, what’s the point of space-age technology if it can’t handle a simple snack upgrade?”

Pidge tapped a finger against her cheek. “Right, because prioritizing snack crispness is exactly what advanced civilizations are built on.”

“I’m just saying!” Lance huffed, pointing a finger at her. “If you’re gonna claim your tech is top-notch, don’t give me soggy fries. That’s false advertising!”

Hunk chuckled, shaking his head as he tossed another handful of trail mix into his mouth. “You’ve got some really strong opinions about food, man. Not that I’m surprised.”

Keith couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out, and suddenly three pairs of eyes were on him.

“Keith?” Lance asked, eyebrows raised. “Were you standing there the whole time? Don’t tell me you were captivated by my storytelling.”

Keith tensed under their gaze but tried to play it cool, shrugging. “I wasn’t… captivated. Just passing by.”

“Passing by?” Lance echoed, stepping closer with a grin that was nothing short of smug. “Admit it, you couldn’t resist listening to my brilliance.”

Keith rolled his eyes, though his ears burned. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously entertaining,” Lance shot back, still grinning as he closed the distance between them. “Go on, Keith. Say it. Say I’m the most interesting person in this castle.”

Keith snorted, shaking his head. “Not a chance.”

Pidge waved a hand, her tone dry. “Lance, maybe save your endless need for validation for someone who isn’t Keith. You’re barking up the wrong emotionally-repressed tree.”

“I’m not barking!” Lance said, throwing his arms up. “This is confidence! Right, Hunk?”

Hunk shrugged, nonchalantly popping another snack into his mouth. “I mean, you do have a way of making an impression. Let’s leave it at that.”

“See?” Lance said, spinning back to Keith. “Even Hunk agrees.”

Keith just shook his head, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. As Lance went back to defending his case with Pidge and Hunk, Keith slipped away from the doorway.

But not before stealing one last glance at Lance—at the way his eyes lit up when he talked, the way his laugh filled the room, the way he managed to hold everyone’s attention without even trying.

There really was something about him. Something Keith couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard he tried.

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TTS — Klance Soulmate AU

[ a snippet from chapter 2 of my klance fic (TW: alcohol, anxiety, throwing up) ]

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The tug grew stronger, but it was subtle, almost unnoticeable at first. Lance could feel his heart beat faster, his palms growing a little damp. He took another step back from the bar, trying to focus on something else—anything else. He tried to breathe, tried to talk to Hunk, but every time he looked up, his eyes were drawn back to Keith. It wasn’t anything obvious. It wasn’t like Keith had done anything to stand out. It was just… a presence. Something that Lance couldn’t quite place.

He blinked a few times, shaking his head as if to clear it. “Alright, alright,” he muttered to himself. “Just the alcohol.”

But the weird sensation didn’t go away. It only seemed to intensify the more he tried to ignore it. His stomach started to churn, and his head spun, faster than before. He needed to get out of there. The walls of the club felt like they were closing in, and the crowd’s energy became a dull hum in his ears.

“Hey, Lance, you good?” Hunk’s voice cut through the fog of his thoughts, and Lance realized he had been staring at the bar without saying anything for a few seconds too long.

Lance blinked rapidly, focusing on Hunk’s concerned face. “Yeah. Yeah, just need some air. I’m fine. It’s just the drinks. Probably just a little too much.”

Hunk nodded, but his expression was skeptical. “Alright, man. If you say so.”

Lance didn’t wait for another second. His legs felt unsteady beneath him as he stumbled toward the door, his chest tight, the sensation growing stronger with each step. The club, the noise, the flashing lights—they were all becoming too much. He needed fresh air, needed to clear his head. He pushed open the door and made a beeline for the sidewalk, stumbling out into the cool night.

Once outside, he leaned heavily against the building, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The pull was still there, still twisting in his chest, but now it felt more intense, more real. He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears, but it wasn’t just the alcohol anymore. There was something else. Something that didn’t feel right.

His stomach turned, and before he knew it, he was bent over the side of the building, the contents of his stomach spilling out onto the ground.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” he whispered, still trembling slightly as he wiped his mouth. The weird tug didn’t stop, didn’t let up, but now it felt more like a question—like something he was meant to follow. The question echoed in his mind, but he couldn’t make sense of it.

It was then that he realized. The tug, the dizziness, the tightness in his chest—it had all started when Keith had entered the club. The realization hit him like a wave, but he couldn’t bring himself to focus on it. Not yet.

Lance straightened up slowly, still feeling the pull, but now, he was beginning to wonder if it wasn’t just the alcohol after all.

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Klance Drabbles

[ tw: small anxiety/panic attack ((lance doesn’t think he’s good enough)) ]

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“Lance?” Keith’s voice was quiet, breaking the tense silence. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching Lance with a mix of concern and curiosity.

Lance turned, forcing a smile. “I’m good. Just thinking.”

But as the words left his mouth, the weight of the impending conversation crashed down on him. Shiro was back, and all he could think about was losing his place. The tightness in his chest grew, and he felt the familiar tendrils of panic creep in.

“What’s really going on?” Keith asked, his voice steady but gentle, like he was trying to coax a wild animal from hiding.

Lance swallowed hard, the room feeling smaller by the second. “I… I can’t shake the feeling that Shiro’s going to take back the Black Lion. What if I’m not good enough to stay?”

Keith pushed himself off the wall, stepping closer. “You’ve been incredible, Lance. Shiro trusts you.”

“But what if it’s just because he wasn’t here?” Lance’s voice rose, panic lacing his words. “What if he wants to put everything back to normal, and I’m just… just a fill-in?”

Lance’s breaths quickened, and the walls felt like they were closing in. He could see the way Keith’s brow furrowed, concern etched on his face, but all Lance could focus on was the relentless knot in his stomach.

“Lance,” Keith said, urgency in his tone. “Just breathe. Look at me.”

But Lance couldn’t. He was spiraling, and the rush of voices in his head drowned out everything else. “I can’t do this! What if I lose my place?” There was a moment of silence before Lance muttered, “What if you don’t want me around anymore?”

“Lance, don’t say that,” he replied, struggling to find the right words. He could see the panic etched across Lance’s face, and it made his own chest ache.

Without thinking, Keith stepped closer, hesitant but instinctively wanting to help. “You’re not going to lose your spot. I won’t let that happen,” he said, his voice low. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ease the tension. “I… I don’t know what I’d do without you… I mean this team. ”

Lance’s breath hitched, and Keith felt an overwhelming urge to reach out, to do something, but he wasn’t sure how to comfort him without crossing a line. Instead, he stood there, just close enough to offer support without intruding on Lance’s space.

He felt awkward, like he was fumbling through uncharted territory, but he couldn’t let Lance see how scared he was too. He needed to be the one to hold it together, even if it felt like everything inside him was unraveling.

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Klance drabbles

[ training session kiss scene ]

hey guys! here’s a scene i wrote purely because i wanted to write a klance kiss scene. enjoy! and lmk if you have any requests

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They had just finished a training session, and exhaustion hung in the air, but there was something more—a spark that neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

Lance leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath. “So, uh, you did pretty well out there today,” he said, forcing a grin that felt a little too wide.

“Thanks,” Keith replied, his gaze lingering on Lance for a moment longer than necessary. His heart raced, and he shifted his weight, uncertain. “You were good too… really good.”

There was a pause, a heavy silence that stretched between them. Lance’s smile faded, replaced by something more vulnerable. “Do you think… do you think we’re ready for the next mission?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Keith hesitated, his throat tightening. “As long as we stick together.”

Lance nodded, but there was an intensity in the moment that made him feel alive—and terrified. He could feel the distance between them shrinking, and something pulled at him, urging him to close that gap.

“Keith,” Lance started, his voice barely above a whisper. “I—”

Before he could finish, Keith stepped forward, his heart racing as he closed the distance. “Lance, wait—”

But it was too late. Lance leaned in, their faces inches apart, and for a brief moment, everything felt suspended. Keith’s breath caught in his throat as he realized they were both teetering on the edge.

With an uncertain movement, Lance leaned in just slightly more, testing the waters. Their lips brushed together, soft and hesitant. It was awkward, a moment that felt both right and terrifying, and they pulled back almost instantly, both startled by the contact.

“Uh…” Lance stammered, his cheeks flushing. “That was… something.”

“Yeah,” Keith replied, equally flustered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to—”

“No, I wanted to,” Lance interrupted, his voice a mixture of excitement and confusion.

“I just… wasn’t sure if you’d… you know.”

They stood there, eyes locked, both unsure how to navigate the sudden shift in their dynamic. The tension hung thick in the air again, but this time it was charged with possibility.

“Maybe we should try that again?” Keith suggested, his voice low and tentative, a hint of a smile breaking through his uncertainty.

Lance’s heart raced at the suggestion, and he nodded slowly. “Yeah. Let’s… let’s do that.”

This time, they moved in together, both feeling more confident yet still a little awkward. As their lips met again, it was softer, tentative, and filled with the promise of something new.