#keith and lance are holding hands under a blanket

[justaz]

voltron saving a planet and them hosting a dinner/party for team voltron and the ruler of the planet just belittling galrans like to keith’s face not even trying to subtle and calling out his galran heritage and team voltron wanting to punch the shit out of the dickhead but they need this alliance so they have to be smart here and lance just jumping into the conversation and being a lot more subtle than the ruler and just humiliating him in front of his court/people and loosing a bit of the subtlety while throwing in some threats but it’s concealed enough to not cause a problem and the ruler just apologizing repeatedly before disappearing and keith giving lance a big ole smooch bc gay

[autisticlancemcclain]

this is how it continued

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This is how it ends.

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Lance tries for weeks to make it end.

The words crawl up like bile in the back of his throat. Keith, he tries to say, time and time again, we need to talk. And when he manages to push through the stinging burn and say them, breath turning to dust in his lungs, Keith crooks his finger under Lance’s chin and meets Lance’s eyes and replies, just as quietly, Of course, sweetheart. What’s wrong?

And every time Lance is faced with the softness in his dark eyes, the steady way he holds his gaze. And every time something inside him cracks, desperate and howling and selfish after being deprived so long, and his bravery dries up like a tiny stream in the summer heat. And instead of saying When did you start loving me, Keith, ‘cause you woke up one day and decided we’d been together for ages and everyone thinks you’re crazy his chin trembles and his eyes burn and he cries, again, and tells Keith of the months without him.

Every day I’m sorry I left you behind, Keith whispers into the heat of Lance’s skin, and every time in response Lance knows, I do not deserve this from you. And the desperate howling selfish part of him grows stronger and stronger.

Lance needs to make it end.

———

He cannot make it end publicly.

It’s too…messy for that. It has been too long now. He hasn’t counted the days but he knows what it looks like right before Keith screams himself awake, now, knows how to press his cold hands to the side of his neck and the curve of his ribs to startle his dream-self into thinking kinder thoughts. He knows how the chip on Keith’s right front tooth feels on his tongue, his knuckles, his shoulder. He knows that Keith showers with his eyes shut out of years of habit of showering in the dark and fearing the sting of the soap.

Rarely do they stop at a hotel. Usually they sleep in shifts, staying in space for days at a time instead of resting every night. It’s horrible and cramped and makes everyone cranky, but it brings them home faster. After everyone is fed up of air travel, which never takes long, they often stop somewhere small and uninhabited and out of the way – a moon, a burgeoning planet, a long-abandoned one. Whatever is closest. On those nights, the nine of them, plus the animals, will stretch and enjoy the fresh air, if there is any, maybe watch a setting sun. And then they will make a fire and cook rations or a real meal, if they can find ingredients and Hunk or Lance have the energy. And after everyone has eaten and conversations have long begun to slow, after teeth have been brushed and faces have been washed, after their friends have nodded off one by one, Keith will push their bedrolls together to make one, spread a blanket over the two of them, and hold Lance close; without question, without hesitation. And he will be out in moments, gently snoring along to whatever alien crickets are crooning into the night, and Lance will trace the shape of his face under the light of the dying embers and forget to be guilty. He will feel safe in Keith’s hold like he does not feel anywhere else and his feet will be warmed between Keith’s thighs. He will fall asleep with a smile on his face.

———

Five months into their journey, Coran says: “I have an announcement to make.”

“What’s up?” Pidge asks, swinging her feet from where she sits sideways in her chair, hair a mess, face buried in the not-quite-DS they found a few planets back. Lance smiles and rolls his eyes.

“In the next quintaint, we will be approaching Deruyn. The Deruy were close friends of the Alteans, eons ago, and the Chancellor has extended to me an invitation to reacquaint ourselves. If you’re all amenable, my dears, we have been invited to stay in the guest wing of her royal quarters for a week.”

Lance straightens up, rubber band ball he was toying with slipping from his grasp. He hears it bounce several times behind him before an abrupt stop, and then a very angry moo. He winces.

“Sorry, Kaltenecker.”

She huffs, clearly still miffed.

Everyone is talking over each other, eyes bright and excited through their video connections. Coran looks pleased, watching them all chatter. Lance catches his eye and smiles at him.

A whole week in a royal wing…and a real royal wing! Nothing like the paladin quarters they lived in on the Castle. They bedrooms will be huge, probably; fancy and ornate. Maybe a canopy bed and pillows comfier than Lance can even fathom.

And baths. Lance hopes there are big, deep baths he can almost swim in.

“You look dreamy.”

Keith’s amused voice startles him out of his daydreaming, although he can’t bring himself to be embarrassed. Everyone else is still chattering on, bubbling with excitement — no one is looking at him.

“I am,” Lance admits. He puts a hand to his forehead and sighs, more dramatically than necessary, pleased when it brings the expected reaction of Keith’s fond little smile. “There might be baths, Keith. Real baths. And oils and soaps and soft towels. And pillows! And a queen-sized bed!”

Keith’s smile turns teasing. “What you need is an Alaskan king.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Keith’s laugh has gotten rumblier since his space whale growth spurt, that’s the only way Lance can explain it. It’s softer and darker and suggests smile lines around his eyes he didn’t have before. Every time Lance looks at them he imagines them getting deeper and wider.

“Been a while since we’ve been somewhere with a real bed, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Gotta make sure they don’t book us two separate rooms again,” Keith huffs, crease appearing between his eyebrows. “I still don’t know what that was about.”

Lance’s mouth goes dry.

I do, he should be saying. I know exactly why there were two separate rooms booked for us. In fact I can guarantee it will happen again.

But he is a coward. And the words die somewhere in his belly, before they can come anywhere near his throat.

———

It takes time to reach Deruyn. Some of this is because Shiro read the map backwards and set them back two days. (“I’m dyslexic!” he had defended, to their booing and whining. “There is not booing and whining to dyslexia! Do you boo and whine a lisp? No! Let me live!”)

By the time they finally manage to drag their poor, exhausted Lions to the sizeable planet, everyone’s excitement is so palpable Lance doesn’t need an emotional bond to feel it.

“Fresh air,” sighs Allura.

“Good food,” seconds Hunk.

“People to talk to that aren’t you fools,” agrees Pidge.

“A mattress,” Keith adds, and shoots Lance a wink.

Despite himself and rolling mess of feeling in his stomach, Lance flushes.

Coran accepts a call as soon as they’re within radio range, greeting a narrow-faced, pink-skinned woman who must be the Chancellor. Immediately they delve into a conversation that Lance doesn’t even pretend to follow. He recognizes Coran’s tone from the many times his mother would strike up a conversation with an aunt or uncle or any guest at all as they were leaving the house — this conversation could be hours long. His eyes glaze over, sliding away from his Lion’s display to take in the planet in front of him.

Deluyn is large, that much is obvious. It’s hard to scale something with such magnitude when it’s so close to your face, but if Lance had to guess, he would place it somewhere between Jupiter and the Balmera. It has no rings but the whole planet seems to glow, slightly, although Lance can see no clear source for it. The colours visible from orbit are entirely alien to him, so he’s not sure what is water, if anything is, but from the angry look of the planet’s poles, the dark green things are clouds.

What feels like a million hours later, but it probably only around fifteen minutes, there’s a click as the Chancellor and Coran end their call, and they are urged forward into landing. As they get closer to the landing strip, Lance notices dozens of children sprinting along the barrier, holding signs and flags and cheering. He grins, twisting his hands tighter around Red’s controls, hanging back just slightly from formation to give himself space to move. Then he yanks the controls to the side, feeling Red roar as she whips around in a tight circle, flames rolling down her back. The children jump up and down, fists raised, mouths open in shouts of joy. Several of their grownups watch with wide grins, too, necks craned to watch Lance spin around.

He pulls back into formation after a couple of tricks, sliding smoothly in between Black and Blue. His heart rate ticks up, and suddenly his undersuit feels tight, itchy. He squirms in his seat. When Shiro’s face pops up to relay landing instructions he flinches, and immediately hates himself for the hurt look that eclipses his friend’s face.

“…Lance?” Shiro asks softly, confusion lining his voice. He looks like a kicked puppy. Lance is a monster.

“I’m just jumpy, I’m just jumpy,” he assures, forcing a smile and holding it there until Shiro’s shoulders relax. “You know. So excited to see where we’ll be staying.”

“Yeah, me too! Coran even said they have this massive sauna they’re really famous for. I can’t wait. I miss what saunas do for my skin. And, plus, having our own rooms will be nice.” His excited grin turns sly. “Well, most of us will have our own room.”

Lance’s heart pounds for a totally different reason. “Okay thanks Shiro bye —”

He reaches to cut the connection but Shiro stops him, laughing.

“No, no, wait, I’ve got landing instructions. Their staff is limited so we gotta go one at a time, okay, stay in your Lion once you’re parked in case you need to adjust…”

Thankfully it’s nothing too complicated. Keith lands first, and Lance next to him, then Pidge, then Allura, then Hunk. Once they’re all parked and confirmed by ground control, they’re cleared it exit, none of them taking their time.

Well, everyone else disembarks pretty fast. Kaltenecker remains and stubborn pain in the ass as usual, and Lance is stuck trying desperately to drag an 800 something pound cow that has absolutely no desire to work with him. “Kallie,” he begs, tugging uselessly on her leash, “you dumb ass fucking animal. Please. I am begging you. I put up with your farts in the cabin for days on end, which has got to be shaving years off my life. The food I feed you could be better but in all fairness, I’m getting the same slop you are, so. Maybe cut me some slack.”

She doesn’t even moo at him.

Lance tries bribery.

“Say, you want good food? I bet they have good food on this planet. Nice, sweet, fresh grass. You love grass. You want grass? Please come on, Kallie. Everyone else has already left and I’m going to die of embarrassment if I’m the last paladin left, doing the walk of shame with his stubborn cow behind him. The jokes will write themselves. I’ll have to quit and join a travelling circus, and then who will put up with you? Remember that Allura wants to turn you into hamburgers.”

Clearly hamburgers were the wrong thing to mention, because if cows can glare, Kaltenecker does. She even has the audacity to huff her cow breath at him and drag them both further into Red. Red, who is a traitor, does absolutely nothing to help and is in fact laughing herself sick, loudly, in Lance’s mind.

“I shoulda left you in that damn mall,” Lance grumbles, not meaning it. He sighs and collapses against his cow’s side, closing his eyes. Just his luck. The rest of his friends are gallivanting about a fancy-dancy castle as guests of honour, and Lance is babysitting a methane machine. “I’m gonna have to sleep here tonight, aren’t I.”

“Well, I hope not.”

Lance yelps, jumping to his feet. Unfortunately, in his haste, his boot hooks around Kaltenecker’s hoof, and since she is still unmoving, he goes sprawling. Fortunately, Keith got stranded in a space whale for two years and took Prince Charming classes, or something, so he catches him.

“You’re such a nervous wreck,” Keith says fondly, leaning down to kiss him instead of letting Lance stand like a normal person. (Not. That Lance. Is necessarily complaining. But for prosperity’s sake, and everything, keeping a man in a dip for too long is just undignified, Keith, you should know that, you graduated top of your class from Fairytale University. So. Pull yourself together.)

“Am not,” Lance protests. He sighs as Keith adjusts his hold on him, patting around blindly until he finds the edge of Keith’s braid and undoing it. He slides his hands in that thick hair with a relish as soon as it’s free, making Keith chuckle (but, wisely, not say anything, because the one and only time he commented Lance avoided him for two days out of pure embarrassment).

“I sent the rest of the team on when you didn’t come out. Figured Kaltenecker was giving you trouble.” He meets Lance’s eyes and grins, dark eyes mischievous and sparkling, and Lance is seriously going to walk off a bridge because who authorized that, who, who approved the combination of big dark eyes and a crooked grin and a face that promises trouble. Huh? The fuck’s up with that. “Figured I could help.”

Lance manages to find a shred of dignity within himself and steps slightly away. “That’s great, Noble Kent, but last I checked you couldn’t drag an 800 pound heifer either, so.”

Keith nods. “‘Course not. Brought Kosmo. Here, boy.”

The wolf poofs to existence at Keith’s side, barking excitedly. He bounds up to Lance first, expecting his usual barrage of kisses and head scratches (which he gets), then gets all shy as he walks over to his crush. Kaltenecker looks over at him and no lie rolls her eyes, looking away again. Kosmo, however, is undeterred, barking happily before blipping them both out of existence.

“She is never gonna love you, dude,” Keith says, shaking his head.

Lance snorts, taking Keith’s offered hand and heading down Red’s ramp (finally). “Wouldn’t it be weirder if she did? I think we’d have to break them up. Like, ethically.”

“Could be a Donkey and Dragon situation.”

“Shut up. It ruins my perception of you every time I’m reminded you’ve seen Shrek.”

“You’re perception of me,” Keith repeats, musing. His right eyebrow twitches, and it’s too small to see at arm’s distance, but Lance knows a tiny scar ripples there, from when he was fourteen and got it pierced in defiance of Shiro. “What is your perception of me?”

Lance keeps himself steady. He puts one foot in front of the other and keeps his left hand held in Keith’s. There is nothing interrogating in Keith’s tone, he reminds himself, although maybe there should be. When he looks up Keith’s eyes are open and curious and something else he doesn’t know how to name.

“You’re honest,” he says quietly. He means to say more, has a list he could probably recite bullet by bullet, but he doesn’t.

“Honest,” Keith mutters to himself. “Huh.”

Lance swallows. He doesn’t know how he could possibly explain the weight to that. Keith is committed and brave and talented and beautiful. But more than that he is truthful. Does he see? Does he know?

An empty landing pad passes remarkably slowly when two people walk in silence. There are crafts of all kinds and tarmac upon tarmac. Eventually, though, they start walking somewhere a little more crowded; thin, reedy people resembling the Chancellor waving to them as they pass. Lance would stop to ask for directions, but the giant castle is kind of hard to miss, so they just walk in the direction of it hope their armour will do the talking for them.

Keith catches a richly dyed ribbon blowing by as they pass through a crowded market, trapping the fine thing between his fingers as it passes between them. It’s a strange and familiar colour, walking the line between indigo and deep violet. He glances around for a stall that might be selling them, and when he can’t find one, he turns to Lance and says, “Hold out your arm.”

Lance does. Carefully, Keith unlatches his vambrace, tucking it under his arm, then peels up his undersuit to lay bare his wrist. His tongue sticks out of his mouth slightly in concentration as he ties it among Lance’s dozens of string bracelets, right above his blue Moana watch still counting the hours back home.

“There,” he says proudly. “Looks good on you.”

Lance reaches up and kisses him until neither of them can breathe.

———

They know they will be teased when they finally meet with their friends at the castle.

“Let’s not,” Keith suggests, nodding at the guards who move to let them past.

“I’ll find out where our room is?” Lance says.

Keith nods. “Yeah, we’ll need that.”

“‘Kay, wait here. Don’t be obvious, or Allura will smell drama and come running.”

He’s jinxed them by saying anything at all — no sooner do the words leave his lips does Keith tense up, screwing up his face in an attempt to appear neutral but resembling instead someone who is trying very hard not to sneeze. Lance manages not to laugh, squeezing his hand once before darting off, choosing a random corridor and going with it.

Thankfully, he manages to find a person who holds a clipboard and walks with a purpose, so he assumes they know what they’re doing. Double thankfully, they do, and not only direct him to their rooms but press a labeled map into his hands. It even has a schedule on the back for mealtimes and room cleaning, which is something Lance totally forgot existed. He runs back to Keith quickly, careful to avoid the kitchen and the armoury — places he’s sure his friends will be.

Keith is earnestly inspecting a mounted sword on the wall when Lance returns. His nose is maybe an inch from the polished blade, probably less, honestly. Lance bites his lip to hold down a snicker and takes a picture, intending blackmail, but it ends up being the perfect shot — his hair is slightly wavy from the braid he wore earlier, and there’s a cute scrunch to his nose, not to mention his squinted eyes like he’s wishing for reading glasses. It becomes Lance’s background almost without him meaning to.

“C’mon, nerd,” he calls, smiling as Keith startles. “I got a map and someone is gonna meet us there with a key. I wanna check it out, get a move on.”

Keith does indeed hurry over. “I’m so glad they got it right this time. One room! No need to debate over it.”

Lance falters. He’d been so caught up in the excitement of the room and then Kaltenecker and then…Keith, he forgot. They’re not what Keith thinks they are, what Lance has been pretended to be.

“Right,” he manages, mouth suddenly dry. He desperately tries to shove the enthusiasm back in his voice, forcing his face into a smile when Keith looks back. “Right, yeah, that’s so much less of a pain.”

There is indeed someone with a key when they get to the room. The door is light, in both colour and material, and although his feelings are still heavy and conflicting, his excitement wins out. Keith takes the key, thanking the attendant, and a small voice in the back of Lance’s mind whispers this could be them some day, on Earth, with a key of their own. He does his best to ignore it.

“Ready?” Keith asks.

“Please oh please let the bed be bigger than Red’s cabin,” he responds.

Keith snorts. Slowly, out of what must be a desire to torture Lance, he slides the key into the lock and turns it. Lance doesn’t hesitate before shoving it open.

“It is bigger than the cabin!” he shouts, and wastes no time running up and onto it.

He practically sinks into the mattress, so soft it’s like it’s made of hopes and dreams. The blankets are the fluffiest things he’s ever felt in his life. And the space — he stretches out as far as he can, fingers to toes, and not a single limb comes even close to the edge of the bed.

The mattress dips beside him, and a hand slides along the back of his neck.

“This is you before you notice the big canopy.”

Lance lifts his head immediately. He fights back a very undignified squeal when he does, indeed, see a gossamer blue canopy hanging softly from the high ceilings.

“And the windows too, sweetheart. Floor to ceiling, like you like ‘em.”

Lance scrambles to his knees to check. They are. And the view is breathtaking.

“And the bathtub? Is it huge and clawfooted?”

Keith ducks his head, smiling, and presses a lingering kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll go check, you grandma. You take your armour off.”

He listens for Keith’s footsteps, waits for them to go from carpet to tile, waits for the “Yep! Claw foot!”, waits for the sound of rushing taps even though he didn’t ask, even though Keith didn’t offer. He turns on his back and stares as the canopy, inspecting the padded wooden roof structure from which the gauzy curtains hang, tracing its sturdy edges and even corners.

Keith makes him feel so warm.

He’s felt a lot of cold, in a lot of places, for a lot of his life. Part of it is the stupid anaemia that he gets to live with. Part of it is stuff he doesn’t like to think about. But Keith comes in with his warm hands and warm smile and stupid big warm heart, and Lance is thawed in every frozen inch of him. It’s good. It’s so good.

He wants it so desperately.

He comes when Keith calls, stripping his armour along the way. Keith is waiting for him in the bath when he gets there — and it is huge, close enough for them to both sit comfortably without brushing so much as a toe against each other, but of course Lance settles his spine against the curve of Keith’s chest the second he slips inside the steaming water. The room smells of sandalwood and lilac.

“You are so important to me,” Keith murmurs, seemingly at random, pressing his lips along Lance’s stretched neck, following the arch of it as he tips his head back to rest on Keith’s shoulder.

Lance’s breath sighs out of him, rising and mixing with the steam. He lifts a shaking hand to twine it to Keith’s, squeezing. Their joined hands are wet against his chest. Together they rise, up and down, up and down, up and down, with every shaky breath.

———

They giggle like teenagers, sneaking into the kitchen well after dark and well after most of the castle has finally gone to bed.

Neither has wanted to face the team’s teasing just yet, or even the team at all, really. Their room can’t be called a room so much as a small apartment — bookshelves lining the wall that Keith had been eyeing for hours, a massive wardrobe, a beautiful velvet sofa, even a small icebox. Neither of them have said it but it feels, implicitly, like their own little space, their own little commune, beyond the privacy of a hotel room. It feels like somewhere they could live. They’re billions of miles away from Earth and anywhere Lance could consider home, but it’s nice to pretend, and neither of them is ready to hop back into reality — or Hunk’s roasting — quite yet.

(It is not what Lance’s mind is pretending. In no world could they ever live in a castle like this. It is foolish to spend his time fantasizing about a future they will probably never have, a home they will never build. The guards stationed at every door should break Lance’s fantasy. But he has always been very, very good at pretending.)

“Just grab some of everything,” he whispers to Keith. “We have actual room cleaning, remember? We can have some dirty dishes, no one will mind.”

“There’s certainly space for it,” Keith agrees.

In minutes the two of them have piled almost more than they can carry. They’re much slower on the walk back, but no less giddy. As soon as the door is locked shut behind them, they’re sat on the bed, even though eating on a bed is disgusting and usually Lance would never permit it, and stuffing their faces.

“Oh my God, this thing tastes like strawberries. Here, try.” Keith holds up a juicy looking silver fruit, Lance leans over to bite it. It does taste like strawberry. He dusts off his hands and crawls over to chase the taste off Keith’s tongue.

“Strawberries get you going?” Keith mumbles, and Lance grins and says, “Something like that.”

They have more food than they can possibly eat and they eat until they can barely move. The rest they wrap up and stick in the icebox.

He can feel Keith falling asleep, head getting heavier, so he pats him gently on the hip and whispers, “Come on, get up, at least get ready first. Wash your face.”

Keith groans. He squishes his face further into Lance’s belly, making him squirm and laugh, and mutters something he can barely here. “Hnnngh. You first. I’ll catch up.”

“You’ll fall asleep,” Lance scolds, but he gets up first anyway. When he glances behind him he sees that Keith has at least managed to put one foot on the ground, so maybe he really will get up and put some pyjamas on.

Lance snorts. Yeah, right.

He takes his time and pokes around the bathroom, having been too preoccupied to do so beforehand. There’s a stack of fluffy towels and cloths on a shelf, and even a couple rough ones for exfoliating. In a cupboard lies dozens of soaps and oils and creams and a million other things, labelled in that same holographic translator stuff the Olkarions use so Lance can read them easily. He is impressed by the wide range of selection — he’s been slowly rebuilding his skincare collection, and will indeed be looting at least half of these bottles to complete it. There’s enough stuff here to do a whole soak. Nice.

Then he turns towards the sink. And he stares.

And he starts to cry.

Laid out exactly as he likes it is his stuff from his pack. His toothbrush, his primary face wash, his hair brush, his lotion, everything. In order of how he uses it, with the sink in the middle, and everything an appropriate distance from the sink so he doesn’t soak the whole counter trying to reach for whatever comes next in his routine. A setup his has perfected over many years and has had genuine conniptions over misplaced steps and wrong orders. Something inane and stupid and that only matters to him.

Of course Keith has noticed, of course Keith has memorized, of course he has replicated.

Lance is a horrible, horrible person.

This is has to be how it ends.

“Keith!” he shouts, and the man comes in running, half groggy and robbing the sleep from his eyes. He’s in a t-shirt and boxers.

“Lance?”

“My brush is — in the wrong place.”

Keith inspects him carefully. “You’re crying.”

“Because the brush is in the wrong place! I keep it in the same spot, I like it here, you know I like it here, why is it —”

He interrupts himself with a great, heaving hiccup, so large it shakes his whole body, and he’s furious with himself, with his shaking hands, with the careful look on Keith’s face.

This is how it ends.

This is how it ends.

This is how it ends.

“This is not where my brush goes,” he insists again, desperate to keep his voice steady, desperate to make it angry.

“Okay,” Keith says simply. He walks over and pulls the brush gently from Lance’s hands. “Where do you want it?”

Lance tries to breathe in. His chest shakes and shudders, poking holes in his voice. This isn’t working. Why isn’t it working?

“No, you’re supposed to — I’m being unreasonable.”

“You’re upset about something.”

“Something stupid.”

“Okay. I’ll fix it. I can fix it.”

“No, you can’t — I’m not —”

The rest of his strength leaves him.

This is how it ends.

This is how it ends.

Why can’t he make it end.

Slowly, Keith reaches out to grab his hands. Lance lets him, like the coward he is.

“Come to bed, sweetheart. You’ve had a long day. You need to sleep.”

“Okay,” he whispers, defeated, squeezing his eyes shut. He keeps them shut as Keith guides him to the giant bed, as he pulls back the covers, as he crawls in and waits for the sound of the light switch to be flicked off, of the tiny creak of Keith’s weight as he joins him.

For a long moment Keith is quiet. Long enough that Lance would assume he’d fallen asleep, except that he still sits upright, except that his hand has slid under Lance’s shirt, and his thumb traces a line across the small of his back, over and over again.

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” he whispers.

A new tear slips hot down Lance’s face.

This is how it ends.

He knows, or at least he must suspect. Maybe he realized his mistake some time ago, and has been waiting for Lance to fess up, to explain why he went along with Keith’s mistaken affection in the first place. Why he used Keith, confused as he was, for his own selfish needs.

“I’m sorry,” he says hoarsely. He can’t bring himself to turn around, to sit up, to meet Keith’s eyes.

Keith’s hand doesn’t so much as twitch. “What for?”

“For leading you on.”

That certainly gives him pause.

“Leading me…on?”

“Yeah.” Lance sniffles, dragging himself upright and away from Keith’s affectionate hands, huddled against the massive headboard. “You came back…confused. I don’t know. You thought we were in love. I wanted it, so I let you. I’ve been manipulating you.”

“Lance…” Even only in the silvery blue moonlight streaming in from the windows, Keith’s face is unmistakable, obvious; strong brow creased in worry, head tilted in confusion, face pulled with something like desperation. “Lance, we are in love. Aren’t we? I love you. And you love me, I know you do.”

Lance shakes his head. His tears make his face crumple and he knows how ugly that makes him look, so he hides his face.

“No, I made you feel that way, I didn’t correct you back then and it’s habit now so…”

He trails off. Keith doesn’t respond. He wonders if he’ll stay the night, bed surely big enough for him to sleep without touching Lance at all, or if he’ll have to go get a new room.

A tiny, tiny part of Lance’s brain recognises the irony in that and wants him to laugh. But the steady breaking of his heart keeps it at bay.

“…Back at the tarmac,” Keith says what feels like hours later, startling Lance out of his skin. He looks up at the man with wide eyes, having half-convinced himself he was already gone, and Keith meets his gaze determinedly. “Back at the tarmac, you said I was honest. Did you mean that?”

Lance swallows.

“Yes.”

Keith holds his gaze, looking for something, then nods, having found it. “Believe me then, sweetheart.” He crawls forward, slowly, as if he is afraid Lance will startle away from him. That fear is what startles Lance out of his stupor, out of his guilt, out of the dread that has been building in his stomach for months. He hasn’t seen that kind of fear — the fear of getting too close — on Keith face since he came back. And never does he want to see it again. He throws himself into Keith’s arms, too hard, hard enough to hurt, but Keith catches him and holds him and squeezes just as painfully tightly. “I love you, star of my skies.”

“That’s cheesy as hell,” Lance croaks, and Keith laughs, wetly and beautifully. “I love you too.”

“Good.” Keith kisses the top of his head. “Good.” He exhales, long and shuddering; relieved. “God, I spent two years waiting for this exact moment.”

The statement strikes Lance as odd. “This exact moment.”

Keith tenses. Lance tenses, too, and immediately he relaxes again, breathing steadily until Lance matches him.

“On the space whale, time was…stretchy.”

“You mentioned.”

“Two years I lost.”

Lance tightens his hold. “I know.”

“Most of it was survival camping, really, but there were these visions, sometimes. For Krolia and me. Our pasts. You guys, in the present.” He takes a breath. “Our future.”

Somehow, Lance gets the feel he’s not talking about his and Krolia’s.

“Our future?”

Keith’s breath tickles his neck. Lance doesn’t dare move. Goosebumps pimple his skin and he lets them, shivering, warmed.

“Yes. So much, all the time. More than anything else we saw. Just — tiny snippets, here and there; your face when you sleep, your fingers on a bow, you dragging me on a surfboard and a million other places I woulda followed you to anyway.”

One of his hands slides down Lance’s ribs, fingertips light enough to make him shudder, and rests, cupped open at his hip. “I saw this,” he admits. “Not — the whole conversation, or why, but my hands on you, in this bed, in the moonlight. It kept me going.”

Lance closes his eyes and tries to imagine. Stuck in a strange place where days don’t seem to pass with a stranger who claims to be his mother, watching visions of himself in the future, over and over again.

“No wonder your head was all wonky.”

“Yeah.”

“You’d already been with me. For two years.”

“For twenty. Thirty. Seventy.”

“…That’s a long time, Keith.”

“God, I hope so.”

Lance smiles. “You gonna stick with me that long, hotshot?”

“Like glue, darlin’.”

Lance looks up and, sure enough, Keith’s eyes are closed, face slack. He’s clinging onto consciousness with every bit of strength in his body, things like keeping his accent in check losing priority. Lance settles again against him, guiding them gently so they lie comfortably against the pillows, and breathes out, slow and long.

“Tell me about our future.”

“House on th’beach,” Keith murmurs. His words are slow and pulled apart. “Stone’s throw from your mama’s.”

Lance traces sleepy circles on his skin.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Little boy with hair like yours followin’ every little thing you do.”

His breath hitches. He hadn’t thought about that — hadn’t let himself think about it. It’s dangerous, for more than one reason.

But tonight they’re safe. Under the silvery moonlight, with a bed three times bigger than they are, nothing can touch them.

“What about a little girl with your smile?”

“You got it.”

Lance’s smile is warm and giddy, tucked into Keith’s arm, etched there like it’s permanent. “Good. Goodnight, mi alma.”

“Night, baby.”

This is how it stays, forever and ever and always.

[callmelyc]

You can't really do much for Valentine's in space, especially if your boyfriend is on the other side of the Universe with the BoM.

No one says a word as Lance mopes through the castle. His messages to Keith were left on read, everyone else was too busy, and not even the mice were willing to spare him a stray moment of comfort.

So here Lance is, wandering around aimlessly sulking to himself dramatically. No one else seemed to know nor care what day it was, hell he only knew bc he happened to glance at the earth calendar Pidge made.

Not that is really mattered. Valentine's Day wasn't exactly a holiday people did a whole lot for if they weren't dating, but it made Lance miss Keith all the more.

A couples holiday Lance was sure Keith wasn't even aware of, spent alone in the castle halls on a slow day.

Oh woe is he.

Slowly but surely Lance realizes his feet carry him in a familiar direction. The path so ingrained that even when he yearns for a Keith that isn't there his feet will lead him straight to the other man's door.

Lance pauses before it, contemplating his options.

How pathetic. How rude. He is stronger than this! He's a bad bitch he doesn't need no man! He can totally survive without Keith!

. . .

Lance enters the room.

Simply walking in and existing in Keith's space makes Lances shoulders ease. He hates to admit how much he misses his boyfriend because Lance knows it hurts him when he does. Yet now he's alone looking at everything this man owns wishing he was here by his side.

He takes his time brushing fingers over the growing collection of photos and trinkets they'd finally managed to get Keith to agree to. They say cozily on the side table right in the entry way for him to look at every time he came and went. It had taken time to get the samurai to realize he was allowed to hold onto something no matter how small it may seem.

It started with a picture, a photo of the entire team on one rare day spent together between missions. From there his collection grew with gifts, trinkets, memories he could think back on with love. All gathered by his hands, all heartfelt gifts from the team, from his family.

Lance smiles softly at every single one. It's all proof that Keith was here, proof that he will return, proof that he considered this home.

It's when Lance lays down clutching a jacket Keith left behind that he realizes how special it is to have this space to see while he's gone. He has Keith's space to move in while Keith likely has nothing....

He makes a mental note to gather things to brighten up Keith's blade bunk, maybe it'll help brighten everyone's bunk. Lance has never been inside but he bets it's bland in there. Would Kolivan even allow such a thing? Lance doesn't care if he doesn't, he'll send Keith with things anyways! Maybe if he gathers enough things the whole of the blade can decorate their ship to be a little less doom and gloom–

Through all his thinking Lance tosses and turns in Keith's bed, rolling in his scent that lingers faintly in his absence. He'd be embarrassed but no one was there to judge him. Keith wouldn't ever know and neither would the team and even if they did Lance thinks he has a fair claim to Keith's room. It's his duty as his boyfriend to wallow in his absence! Lance is but a wife awaiting her husband to return from war....only, they're both at war...and–well, that's not the important part.

Lance squirms attempting to get his mind off the schematics. All his dramatics shuffle the blankets and pillows they'd both collected there for prime cuddle time, then, something pokes at Lances back.

He huffs, annoyed that something would dare cause discomfort during his time of pain and suffering.

When he flips over to look at the offending object he sees the sharp corner of an envelope folded up, it peeks just from under the pillow pile innocent in its appearance as if it always belonged there.

Lance slides it free, looking it over carefully only to find his name on the front.

It says nothing else so he opens it to pull free the folded paper inside.

Where would Keith even find paper in space? Not that it's the paper they were used to it's far too thick and oddly velvety but it's a novelty nonetheless.

He unfolds it. It's dated at the top to a time before Keith left and written like an old letter, not one too terribly long but it's even signed off like one you'd see in movies.

No one wrote letters anymore yet Keiths handwriting stares back at him so clearly.

Dear Lance,

I don't know when you'll find this and I don't know when I'll be back so I thought I'd leave something behind just in case. Hopefully you're reading this on Valentine's Day so that if we spend it apart you aren't without a symbol of my love to you.

Lance reads through the words like a dying man in the desert. He doesn't even make it halfway through the letter before the tears start to fall. Keith is so incredibly thoughtful when given the chance to show it and here's the proof right in Lances hands. The man had made sure Lance would know he was his Valentine because he knew how much Lance loved the silly holiday. It's so stupidly sweet itales Lances heart ache for him.

He writes the things he loves about Lance, he writes the way he feels when he looks at him. Keith writes like he's pouring his heart and soul into the papers pulp. As if he's allowing for Lance to hold his heart in his hands.

It's single handedly the most romantic gesture has ever received.

"Stupid...." Lance sniffles "I didn't get to send you off with any proof that I feel the same." He dries his eyes as to not get the paper wet before continuing to read.

You thanked me once, saying you were grateful to have met me, but all I could think was that I should be the one whose thanking you.

You changed my life, Lance. I should be the one thanking you, god, the entirety of the universe- whoever it is that needs to hear it- because I am thankful to have known you in this lifetime. I am thankful to know I will go the rest of my life with memories of you.

I never knew I was capable of love like this. It had always been imaginary before you. I love you Lance McClain, more than you'll ever know.

If your dream is to fly then mine is to watch you soar, to watch you smile,to watch you get everything I can possibly give to you because you deserve the world...no, the universe and if I could gift it to you I would on a silver platter. But, for now this letter will have to be enough, hopefully you can accept that for now sweetheart.

Happy valentines day, know I am always thinking of you.

-Keith K.

Lance immediately grabs his com-device, he doesn't care if Keith will leave him on read, doesn't care if that bastard won't pick up. He doesn't go to pour out his feelings just yet, no, he'll do that to Keith's stupid romantic face, but he does send him a warning.

Sharpshooter: If you don't come back soon I will hunt you down myself

It's marked read not long after. A brief . . . blinks before vanishing.

Samurai: Happy valentines day to you too Lance.

He blinks down at Keith's response, at the first response Lance has gotten from him in days.

"That son of a bitch!"

Nothing else he sends gains a response, every single message marked with that annoying little read checkmark.

OH. Now it's on! Lance thinks to himself as he begins to plot his revenge.

He will not be out romanced and if Keith thinks he knows what's coming? He hasn't the faintest clue.

Happy Valentines Day! 💘

[silentwillowwhisperer]

Keef Hugs

Though Keith will literally hiss when anyone suggests social interaction or physical contact, he has grown to appreciate it from the space fam.

He is ok with it when Hunk randomly ruffles his hair or smudges a bit of batter on his cheek.

He'll pet Pidge on her back until she falls asleep on those long nights when she can't sleep because of nightmares, and then he'll carry her to her room.

Allura will place her hand on his cheek and comfort him when his anxiety acts up.

Coran pats (read: slams) him on the back, forgetting his Altean strength.

Shiro gives him hugs and rest his arms on Keith's head playfully.

Lance... Lance is hard to say. He is the type of friend to treat everyone over-the-top-affectionately. Keith's learned to roll with it. When Lance is nervous, he'll lace their fingers together reassuringly. They hug often, and the rest of the team is used to seeing the two boys holding each other throughout the day. Lance has even gone as far as to kiss Keith on the top of his head after the smaller boy had gotten hurt.

One night, no one in the castle can sleep because the temperature is acting up again.

They all haul every pillow and blanket they can find into the lounge. Their tactic of staying close for warmth turns into a full-on sleepover, complete with pillow fights and hair-braiding.

For some reason, despite Allura having, like, 3 feet of flowing hair, everyone decides that they prefer braid Keith's hair instead.

Someone produces flowers from somewhere (as one does) and then there were colorful blooms weaved into Keith's inky locks as well.

He looked really, really gay.

Shiro took pictures from every angle possible before wiping away a non-existent tear and mumbling something about how 'his baby bro is all grown up.'

Lance hides his face under a blanket so no one will have to witness his bi panic.

They play truth or dare for a while, every going easy on Keith because for some reason it was really hard to pick on him when he looked so damn cute like this.

Somehow, Lance and Keith end up sleeping right next to each other.(totally had nothing to do with Pidge and Spacedad being mega-shippers.)

When Keith wakes up the next morning, he is pleasantly surprised to find that he is very warm, and his pillow is strangely comfy.

Click

Keith is startled awake and realizes that Lance is holding him tightly, and his pillow is actually Lance's chest. Oops.

He turns as much as he can to see Pidge and Shiro obsessively taking picture after picture of the two of them.

Keith struggles to get out of the situation and stab the fan-paladins before they can get too much blackmail.

"Uh uh u-uh," Shiro singsongs. "If you don't stay down and go back to sleep, I will not hesitate to put sleeping pills in your breakfast and then bring you right back here."

Keith slowly lays his head down on Lance, who has apparently stayed peacefully dozing throughout all of this. Keith falls asleep begrudgingly to the lovely thought of Shiro drugging/blackmailing his ship into sailing.

[one-and-lonely16]

Having a hard time describing it but the vibes of pumpkin spice Oreos, warm milk, warmer smiles, cool breezes, fuzzy sweaters with ghosts on them, colorful leaves, and staying out till dawn.

(Warm fall vibes, not to warm tho. Let them freeze.)

Autumn had always been Lance’s favourite season. From fuzzy sweaters, to pumpkin spice everything, to cozying up on the sofa with a hot chocolate and to the fun at Halloween. It was just amazing. It had been amazing when he was little with his family, and now he had his own platonic family (and wonderful boyfriend) to share his joy with. 

He and Keith decided (more like Lance had begged) to go for an evening walk. The sun was just setting, casting the world in a soft orange glow and there was a chill in the air. Lance had only had to put on a hoodie, but Keith was wrapped up as if it were winter: a jumper, coat, scarf and beanie he had managed to shove his unruly hair under - though it did flick up as it peeked out from underneath it. His nose and cheeks were flushed from the chill and despite how cold Keith obviously was, he still insisted holding Lance’s hand.

“I still don’t know how you’re so warm in just a fucking hoodie,” Keith grumbled.

Lance grinned. “You’re just always cold. I am the perfect temperature. This is why autumn is my favourite.”

“Why? Because your boyfriend freezes to death?”

He snorted, causing Keith’s scowl to melt into a soft, warm smile. “No. Because it means when we get home, I get to snuggle up with you on the sofa to warm you up.”

Keith’s face became a deeper shade of red and he looked off to the side flustered. Lance chuckled, dragging him closer using the hold he has on his hand. He nuzzled Keith’s cold face with his nose, pressing light kisses all over his cheek. When Keith laughed, you could see it come out of his mouth in a small cloud. Lance leant back and looked up at the tree above them, which had started becoming orange. 

“It’s beautiful,” he murmured.

Keith didn’t bother looking at the trees. “Yeah, it is.”

Lance looked back to him with a smile. Keith tugged at his hand and begun walking back the way they came. “Come on, let’s go home.”

*

The two got home quickly. As soon as Lance got his shoes off, he bounded off to the kitchen. 

“Hey, I’m making warm milk, you want any?” he called out as Keith was taking off his scarf.

Keith hug the scarf up and padded into the kitchen in the fluffy socks he had stuffed on under his boots. “Yeah, sure.” 

Lance glanced at him and snorted.

Keith dropped the smile he had and scowled. “What?”

“Nothing.”

Keith raised an eyebrow as Lance very poorly tried to hide the smile on his face. “Lance.”

Lance let out a snigger. “It’s just, your hair has gone all poofy from your hat.”

Keith’s face flushed bright red and he dragged his hands through his hair in an attempt to flatten in. That just made Lance laugh even more.

“It’s not funny, Lance!” he protested. 

Lance finally calmed himself down and walked over to Keith, ruffling his hair. “Go have a shower, it will warm you up as well. I’ll make us warm milk and get some snacks.”

Keith shoved Lance’s hand out of his hair and messed up Lance’s hair, causing him to squawk indignantly. Keith smirked in victory and started walking out of the room. “Fine. But don’t just put those pumpkin spice oreos you love so much, get some snacks I can eat.”

“I still can’t believe I’m with someone who doesn’t like these masterpiece of oreos.”

“I’m not having this argument with you again!”

Ten minutes later, Lance was flicking through movies whilst snuggled under a blanket when Keith padded into their living room. Lance glanced at him and smiled. 

“Hey! You’re wearing the jumper I got!”

Keith tugged at the hem. “Well, yeah, its comfy.”

The jumper was black with ghosts stitched along the bottom. Lance had seen it the other day and knew he had to buy it for them. Technically, the jumper was Lance’s, but in Keith’s defence, Lance owns so many jumpers and hoodies that it’s his role as his boyfriend to steal at least a few of them. And if they’re the comfiest ones, no one has to know. 

Keith sat down next to Lance and pulled the remaining blanket over him. Without taking his eyes off of the screen, Lance lifted up an arm and Keith tucked into his side so they could both fit under it. 

“Shiro texted me whilst I was upstairs. Apparently everyone is thinking about doing a quiz with Coran as the quizmaster tonight. He asked if we wanna join,” Keith asked, reaching forward and grabbing one of the cookies Lance had brought through.

“Yeah, I saw something about that on the group chat. It’s Halloween themed, so obviously we’re going to win. I’m literally the Halloween king.”

Keith nudged Lance’s side. “You could’ve called yourself the Pumpkin King.”

Lance paused and thought it over. “Fuck, you’re right, that’s so much better.”

Keith chuckled. “So, I guess I’m telling Shiro yes for later.”

“Yeah, of course. Now, we watching the Corpse Bride or Coraline? I’m in the mood for some Tim Burton tonight. Maybe there will be questions on them.”

Keith shivered slightly at a draft coming from somewhere (no doubt Lance left open a window in the kitchen) and snuggled into Lance’s side even more with a warm smile. “Whatever you want.”

“The Corpse Bride it is. Jesus christ, your nose is freezing,” Lance exclaimed when Keith pressed his face into the crook of his neck. He pressed a gentle kiss there before bringing his head up and planting another on his lips. When he pulled back, Lance had a surprised but soft look on his face. “I mean, I’m not complaining, but what was that for?”

“Nothing, I just love you.”

Lance kissed the tip of his nose. “Love you too, bubs.”

The two turned back to the screen and one thought went through Keith’s mind.

Autumn is definitely my favourite season.

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this was really fun to write. i now realise that u might have meant all of the paladins but i couldn't help myself with writing klance so

[kidgetrash]

Heyy !:) for the ship meme , who between Keith and pidge is the most affectionate?? also , big spoon/little spoon ??

Hey! Hi! Let's doooo this!!!!

Most Affectionate?

Pidge. It is absolutely Pidge. During downtime, Pidge is all over Keith like a cheap suit! They may as well just have one chair between them because she is on his lap more often than in her own seat. Unless they're eating at a dinner table, when she scooches her chair up to his just close enough that their elbows don't bang together. Other than that, his lap is fair game. Reading? Don't care, you can see your datapad over my shoulder. Just finished working out and sitting cross-legged? Now you have your girlfriend sitting wrapped around you koala style while she works on her datapad behind your back. Arguing with someone (probably Lance, maybe Shiro) while standing with your back to the door? Now your tiny limpet girlfriend is attached to your waist from behind because she ran out of peanut butter cookies. This does eventually start to rub off on Keith though, once he realises just how much he likes it (that didn't take him long) and that he can reciprocate (that took a bit longer). Tiny girlfriend sitting cross-legged somewhere working on her laptop? now she has a full sized boyfriend pillow behind her with his arms around her waist and a neck right there for kissing, unless it's something important. Having a bad day? Now you're in a cocoon of blankets with your super tall bf curled around you like the best coat in the world.

And this doesn't just go for casual either. In garrison meetings, Pidge's chair is surreptitiously always closer to Keith's than when the room was set up. And she convinces him that as long as no one sees then it's entirely professional to hold hands under the table! Then she manages to convince him that she can write on his palm with her finger and send him messages which he spells out in his datapad as though he's taking notes. Sometimes she tries to make him blush or laugh. Other than that, they are just always together. Pidge likes to lean on him, no matter the situation. If they're walking, they're either holding hands or just linking little fingers if they're still on duty, and Allura thinks it's the cutest thing she's ever seen.

Then there's the non-physical affection. Both of them are guilty of buying the other the stupidest little knickknacks whenever they see them. It's the whole "saw this and thought of you". And it is so ridiculous. No one else gets it, but between the two of them they have a huge collection of useless clutter. From snowglobes to dancing hula girls, clam shells with googly eyes to raunchy pens, as long as it makes the other laugh, and it always does, it's fair game!

Big Spoon or Little Spoon?

It depends on the situation. Generally, Keith likes to hold on to his Pidge. It means she's safe and right there with him. Pidge normally starts out the night with her head rested on his chest, but she tends to move around a lot, certainly more than Keith thought was possible. Within minutes of her moving away from his, he can feel the difference and wakes just enough to roll over and pull her in against chest again, her heart beating through her back into him like the most comforting thing in the world.

However, if Keith comes to bed late and doesn't want to disturb her he will try and go to sleep without touching. It never lasts long. One or the other of them seeks the other out. As for Pidge as the big spoon, sometimes Keith still has nightmares. Losing his family, losing his found family, losing her...when this happens when he's curled up on himself trying to even his breathing with his back to her, this is when she shines as the big spoon. Wordlessly, she shimmies her way to him, wrapping her arm around him and stroking his chest rhythmically, easing his mind and body with presence. They never talk about it, unless he instigates it, but he's okay with that and so is she. He knows she's ready to listen to him any time of day or night, but most of all she's ready to hold him until he feels brave enough to tell her he's okay.

I think that'll do it! Hope you enjoy!

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[jalapenobee]

Klance goes apple picking

I pulled this outta my ass I’m sorry guys

Apple picking

Days like this were Lance’s favorite. It was cold enough for big sweaters and sharing blankets, but warm enough that he didn’t have to wear a hat or scarf. And even though it was cold, the sunshine made it the tiniest bit warmer. He was thankful for that.

It was early October and he was walking through an apple orchard, one hand holding a bag that was half full with apples, and the other holding his boyfriend Keith’s hand. Keith wasn’t a fan of the cold weather, but he wanted to see Lance happy, so he agreed to go apple picking with him. Their fingers were intertwined and their arms swung slightly as they walked. The leaves on the ground made a satisfying crunch whenever they took a step.

“Keith, let’s take a picture!”

He couldn’t say no. Lance was already at the point where he’d beg and beg for a picture until he caved. So Keith joined Lance under one of the trees and half-heartedly threw up a peace sign (like me lol). Lance put his arm on Keith’s shoulder and pressed the shutter button.

“I’m putting this on the group chat.”

“No, Pidge is gonna see it.”

“She’ll see it anyway, Mullet.”

He wasn’t wrong. They kept walking and picking apples, pointing out birds that perched on the branches, Lance belting out “Thriller”, and just enjoying each other’s company in general. That is, until he got an idea.

He set down the bag of apples, which was pretty much full, at his feet.

“Keith, turn around.”

“What?”

“Come on, just do it! This is the perfect tree, and I think we can still fit some apples in.”

Keith narrowed his eyes, but shrugged and turned around, facing one of the apple trees. Lance then reached forward, wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist, and lifted him up so he could just barely see over the top of it.

“What the hell are you doing?���

“Can you get the apples at the top?”

Keith sighed and leaned forward, praying to Pidge that Lance wouldn’t drop him. He strained to move just another inch, and finally wrapped his gloved fingers around the apple to toss it down to Lance.

“Here.”

“Thanks! Now can you get me some more? Please?” Lance’s cheeky smile widened with every word.

“What?”

“I’m not putting you down if you don’t.”

“Fine.”

Keith picked a few more apples, and when Lance let him down, he took a bite of the last one in his hand with an obnoxious chomp. “This is my reward.”

Lance frowned. “Then you hold the bag.”

So Keith took the bag of apples, dramatically leaning towards the ground. “It’s so heavy…”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You’re mean.”

“But you love me, right?”

“Maybe. A little bit.”

“Yes!” Lance shouted and started running down the row of apples. “Keith loves me a little bit!”

“Wait up! Don’t leave me with this heavy-ass bag of apples!”

489 words

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

You and me made 3. Prt 17

*** You and me made 3. Prt 17

Premise: Lance accidentally winds up pregnant and begins to reevaluate his relationship with his long term boyfriend

Scene: Lance works splitting his time between teaching on Altea and back on Earth his family. Keith works on both diplomatic and sneaky sneaky missions for Diabazaal and the Blades of Mamora. Things used to be good, but Keith’s been pulling away for months and Lance does the dumb panic. Set 5 years after season ewght. Supportive Shiro because I’ve been writing too much negative Shiro… and Curtis is a big arse nerd boy. Soooo much dialogue.

*

As expected, Mami had fawned over Keith the moment they’d gotten to Cuba. Waving him goodbye, Lance left Keith to be dragged off ahead of him as Luis came over to greet him. For Lance it’d already been a long morning, Keith pestering him about staying another day with Shiro and Curtis seeing he’d been up most of the night. Sending Keith back to bed, Keith had been on him comms when Lance finally came out of the bathroom, but had immediately placed them aside to hold up the blankets for Lance to slide in and snuggle up to him.

Hugged tightly by Luis, Lance wished he could enjoy the hug as a hug, and not his brother checking he was all in one piece. Breaking away, Lance tried to smile his best, but under Luis’s semi-scowl he knew he was failing, forcing himself to turn it into a joke

“Don’t look at me like that. Shouldn’t you be happy your favourite brother is back?”

“Oh, that’s right. Your never home for me long enough to remember who you are when you come back. I think your name is Lance?”

Punching Luis’s shoulder softly, Lance then shook his head

“Rude, it’s not like you’ve ever come to visit on me Altea. I do have a job there and apartment you guys could totally come crash at”

“And take time away from the farm? We both know things would turn to chaos without me around. Shouldn’t you be rescuing Keith?”

“Nah, he needs some quality Mami time. How’s she been?”

“Worrying over you”

Lance knew that meant a lecture was coming

“Why now? I’ve been working”

“But you never call or visit home. Not even while you’ve been on Earth”

“I’ve been busy. I’ve been teaching my class from Earth about Earth. I’m not sure you’d call it a holiday if you met my class. I planned to visit, but you know it’s complicated”

“It’s only complicated if you let it be. What’s in the pod?”

Taking the out his brother gave him, Lance gestured to his open pod. Seeing Keith had Kosmo, Lance had to cram all their supplies in his pod instead

“I shopped. I figured I might as well bring a few supplies with me seeing that I was shopping for Keith and for when I’m back on Altea. They’ve got a good range but there’s just some things that you can’t replace in space”

“Mami’s not going to be happy about you spending so much”

“Mami will have to get over it. Everything with a blue cross on it is coming in. The rest is either Keith’s or mine”

“You didn’t need to buy anything”

“I did it because I wanted to. I might be working on Altea but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about the farm. It’s too late to return anything so you’d better help me get it all inside”

Overloaded, it’d been silent challenge between him and Luis to see who could carry the most in at once. Lance relying more on muscle memory of his childhood home than his sight to guide him through to the kitchen. Mami already had Keith sitting down with a cup of tea by the time Lance offloaded his boxes onto the kitchen counter. His Mami pushing her chair back as Lance wiped his brow. Luis hadn’t beaten him, though he might just leave the rest to his brother

“My goodness! What is all this?!”

Luis laughed as he stood by his pile

“Lance went shopping”

“Oi. It’s not like I could come home empty handed. Mami, I hope you’re being gentle with Keith”

“Of course I am. You boys are too much. And what have I told you about spending frivolously?”

“It’s not frivolous. Luis can get the rest for dobbing me in. I haven’t even had a hug from Mami yet”

Ruffling his hair, Luis went to collect the rest as their Mami moved to hug Lance. Lance hugging her tightly as he rested his chin on the top of her head

“Oh, mijo…”

“Hey, Mami”

“Don’t “hey, Mami”, me. You’ve had me so worried”

Lance snorted lightly. He’d known this was coming

“I thought I might, I mean, I am your favourite child”

His Mami let him go, shuffling back to her seat. Lanc grateful she hadn’t taken off one of her slippers and smacked him for worrying her

“Why didn’t you come home sooner?”

“I’ve been working, Mami. Even on Earth I was working. I’ve been teaching the kids about Earth by travelling”

“All by yourself? Mijo, why didn’t you ask one of your siblings? And what’s this I hear about you staying with Shiro and Curtis?”

“Probably because I have been? And Mami, I couldn’t exactly drag them into teaching my class… I’m the one with the job as a teacher, not them”

“And here I’d hoped you were finally bringing home good news”

“Like what?”

“That you and Keith had finally put Krolia and I out of our waiting”

Lance pinched the bridge of his nose

“Mami!”

Keith snorted at the pair of them

“Mami, it’s fine. Lance has been busy working…”

“He’s always busy working, not that you’re any better”

His mother was ruthless. Keith used to her bluntness enough to laugh

“We are. But our relationship is as strong as ever”

“You’re such good boys, but I still want to see you married before I die”

Lance’s soul tried to escape as he groaned. His Mami absolutely approved of Keith. More so than she had of Allura. Heck, he was sure she’d have been more than happy if Keith had turned up alone, that way she could have interrogated Keith further

“You’re not going to up and die. Keith and I are good, and now that we’re here, you should be catching us up and not talking about my job”

“What do you expect when you’re always busy?”

“Love?”

“Hush, mijo. Keith’s going to tell me all about your travels. Heaven knows where we’re going to fit everything you bought”

“Then I’ll go ahead and put it all away while you steal my boyfriend”

His Mami was a menace as she chuckled

“If I were 40 years younger, you wouldn’t stand a chance, mijo. Keith, don’t let me let you leave without a few jars of juniper jam for Krolia. I meant to send them on the last time Lance was on Earth, but it slipped my mind. I’ve got a new batch just for her all boxed up and ready”

Gone were the Keith’s hesitance to call Miriam “Mami”. Lance loved that his mother loved Keith, but had also noticed he didn’t seem to be getting any jam out of this. Turning back to the boxes, he didn’t need to be on backup duty as his boyfriend thanked his Mami

“Thanks, Mami. I’m sure Krolia will love it. I’m afraid Diabazaal is still working on the whole cuisine side of things”

“I hope they’ve been feeding you well”

“They do…”

Letting Keith’s and Mami’s conversation wash over him, Lance spent the next hour putting everything away. Using the time to make sure his Mami wasn’t lying to him about the state of the farm’s finances. Before he knew it, it was time for lunch. Lance taking up position as his Mami’s chief helper. The familiar scents of home making his heart nostalgic and his stomach turn. Swallowing down the rising sickness best he could do given he couldn’t leave his post until lunch was finally made, then making a show of “remembering Kalternecker”, barely able to make his escape out the back door and to the garden before everything was coming up.

“Quiznak, Lance…”

Groaning over the sight of him, Lance wiped his mouth on his sleeve as he looked up to see Keith watching. He’d hoped Keith would stay inside, but Keith must have hit his people limit with the farm hands joining the family for lunch

“I’m okay”

“You sure? You don’t look it”

“Just the smells, you know my nose is way too sensitive to everything. Go back in, I’ll be in when I’m done”

Walking over to him, Keith took Lance by the arm, tugging him away from the garden. Lance was perfectly fine with throwing up there, not sure why he had to move when he wasn’t sure he wasn’t about to vomit again

“Babe?”

“You said you wanted to see Kalternecker. If I go back without you, then Mami’s going to be suspicious”

“I don’t know about that. She seems more thrilled you’re here”

Lance heard the huff in his own town, Keith stopping to look him up and down before snorting

“Oh, babe. Mami isn’t going to really steal me away”

“I never said she was”

“But you’re jealous”

“Am not”

“Are too. You know she only wanted to talk about you”

“I’m not jealous. But at the same time, I can’t help it if I am. You’re smoking hot”

If Keith could tease him, Lance could tease him back. His boyfriend ducking his head as he groaned

“Baaaabe”

Lance’s stomach gurgled, Lance swallowing hard before mentally nodding that he wasn’t going to be sick and able to continue his teasing

“Nope. You’re hot, funny, and smart. If we’re going to see Kalternecker, you have to stop tugging me along. I’m not sure I threw everything up”

“You went from complimenting me to talking about throwing up too easily”

Lance could only sigh at his boyfriend. He knew Keith was struggling in his own way and trying to help, but he was tense enough that it seemed he couldn’t take a joke

“I’m literally carrying your twins, the least you could do is accept a compliment. It’s not like I enjoy throwing up”

“Babe…”

“Let’s just go see Kalternecker”

*

Watching Lance groom Kalternecker, Keith didn’t know what to do. Lance came from such a loving family, Mami who ran the house and brothers who worked hard would either be at the farm or surfing which Keith couldn’t really contribute towards when they tried talking to him. In some regards he had much more in common with Veronica, who lived and breathed space and the pressures of a post that meant making things happen. When Lance had bolted for the outside, he’d known exactly why… His boyfriend not even able to seek comfort from his family. All of them knew that back on the castle Lance’s family had never been far from his mind. All Lance had wanted to do was come home. Sure, Lance hadn’t been mentally healthy when living back on the farm after all they’d been through. He and Shiro had the hardest times readjusting, but now Shiro was happy on Earth and Lance… He deserved to be happy.

Watching Kalternecker nearly knock Lance over as she pushed her face against him, it felt cruel. Farm animals weren’t stupid. Kalternecker had a far happier existence on the farm, but she really seemed to miss Lance. Everyone there missed Lance… it was far too late to regret things, yet Keith still regretted that Lance couldn’t have this farm life. He should have been able to tell his Mami the truth. To have her fussing over him, the way Shiro and Curtis had about the pregnancy. Once they left for Altea, they’d be going back to their lives off world. Lance wouldn’t have the chance to come home for months if Coran deemed it necessary for him to stay close to treatment. He wondered if Lance had thought about all of this while he’d been unaware… probably, it was Lance after all, still… Lance had casually mentioned Diabazaal and Keith hadn’t asked. He’d had so many unread messages that he’d needed to reply to that the moment had passed.

“Babe, what are we doing once we’ve gotten to Altea?”

Keith knew the plan was to see Coran, but he didn’t know what came after that. Lance raising his head, starting to reply before Kalternecker rubbed into him again

“Hmmm? Sorry, Kalternecker… Oh, would you stop it. You don’t see anyone else carrying on like this”

Kalternecker gave zero shits about Lance scolding her, and Lance looked too happy for Keith to bring his mood back down

“Never mind. You know we don’t have space for her”

Lance laughed, wrapping his arms around his precious cow. Keith didn’t get it. Give Lance a normal decent meal and his nose would turn up, give him a stable that smelt like cow shit and he hadn’t vomited once

“It’s fine, she’s like this every time anyone gives her pats. She’s the chillest cow I’ve ever met. You could come over here”

“Nah, you’ve got it handled”

“I’m not sure I do… anyway, what we’re you saying?”

“It’s doesn’t matter, we’ll talk about it later”

“Okay. If you’re bored, Kosmo’s still staring at the chickens”

“I’m good. You carry on like I’m not here”

“You know… actually, come over here for a moment”

Keith was fine where he was. Kalternecker was Lance’s thing

“I’m fine”

“Just come over here”

Pushing off the fencing, Keith wasn’t sure why he was doing as Lance said, walking over to so he on the other side of Kalternecker to Lance, keeping a wary distance seeing he still knew nothing about cows

“Now what?”

Lance just smiled at him, giving him no warning he was about to get serious

“I was thinking about the castle. You know, Kalternecker was kind of my best friend when you left. Allura and Coran thought I was freak. Coran actually asked me to look after Allura’s mice…”

Keith knew that. Coran felt that seeing Lance and Allura had been involved that Lance might like to have them close. Not sure where this was going, Keith opted for caution

“Yeah?”

Lance sighed at him as he ran his hands up before rubbing Kalternecker’s right ear

“I know you know. I know she’s a cow, but not for a second did I want the mice. I felt so bad about it. They didn’t choose to be left behind by Allura. I didn’t choose to be left behind either. I’m saying this all wrong. What I want to say is is that if we’re having a girl I don’t want her to be named for Allura. Allura lived and died, she’s remembered by enough people. I’m here with you. Even if it was somehow her magic that caused this, they’re nothing to do with her. They’re themselves. I know you’re worrying. Especially being at the farm. It’s not like I don’t miss everyone, but Mami reminded again today that I’m still… I still don’t feel seen. Like everyone is trying to be themselves but it’s heavy. You came out here over and over and it wasn’t easy for you… but I’m grateful you did. What I was doing… I didn’t like half of it but I felt like I couldn’t stop myself. That if she could save an infinite number of universes that she could find her way back. I think I was more in love with the image of her I had then with her”

Keith chose his words carefully, not really loving talking about Allura when Lance had been so hurt

“That’s not true. We all saw the depths of your feelings”

“What I feel for you… it’s different. It’s better. I would spend every single day of my life with you if I could, but that’s me living for me and my choice. With her… sometimes I felt I was living for her and it was hard. I was so scared about space again. I’m not sure I truly felt like a Paladin even in the end… but when I look back at it… what made me the happiest was when you were growing into the position as our leader. I felt proud. I’m not saying that I didn’t want Shiro, but I felt like I could… could contribute. When you’d look back at me… I felt like I had something to give”

Keith knew Lance wasn’t angling for an apology yet that’s what came to mind

“I’m sorry…”

“You don’t need to apologise. What I was thinking was on me. I missed you. I mean, I was happy you found Krolia but I also felt like… like you’d find someone better. A better team… without me. My wavering feelings nearly cost Veronica her life. When you told me to leave the math to Pidge it really stung. I felt you were only acting out of pity… seeing I was never as amazing as you… and seeing I thought we were closer than that”

“Lance…”

Lance didn’t let him interrupt

“Then again. I felt it all over again on the game show. I felt so stupid. And that festered in me for months. I’m still not making this clear. Allura… I did love her. I would have given my life in a second to save hers… and now I’m glad I didn’t. When I’m looking at you, I see you. That’s why I got so mad over the comms. I think. I don’t know how I ended up with you, but I’m grateful. So when the twins are born, yes, I’ll tell them about Allura but it’s not because I’m thinking of her and dreaming of some fantasy where we stayed together. I’ll tell them it’s because she saved my life that I got all this. I’m not really coping lying to everyone. And I’m shit scared about what Coran will say… but as long as you keep trying as hard as I am, we can do this. So maybe pat my cow?”

Staring at Lance until Lance looked away, his boyfriend had no idea what his words had done to him. He wanted more than ever to take Lance by the hand and drag down to talk with Mami about this pregnancy. His heart was all weird over Lance’s praise, yet… yet he didn’t feel… Lance’s words hadn’t lifted his guilt. Lance still felt everyone wasn’t seeing the man he’d become, the way his boyfriend had really grown into himself especially since taking up teaching. Keith couldn’t change peoples minds, and Lance would be mad if he told Mami how he felt.

“Keith?”

Blinking half a dozen times, Keith nodded. Reaching out he rested his hand on Kalternecker’s shoulder. Her warmth more than expected as he ran his hand up

“Sorry… I wasn’t expecting that”

“I know, but sometimes you’ve got to put things into words. The farm has good and bad memories for the both of us”

“Do you want to stay longer? We can put off seeing Coran for another day”

“No. I know I’ve kind of put a barrier between me and my family, but I need to know why this happened. I mean, I need to know if they’re okay and if Coran has some kind of an answer for us”

“We’ll be coming back…”

“Yeah. Are you okay? You seem to have a lot on your mind”

“I’m fine. And for the record, I might have found Kalternecker weird and not gotten the attachment at the time, but you’re not a weirdo for growing up on farm”

The way Lance smiled at him… Keith’s heart gave a funny beat. Lance had seemed so happy brushing Kalternecker that Keith didn’t think their were any lasting insecurities about her… then Lance and smiled at him like and Keith got it. Lance had been worried Keith was thinking him a weirdo like Allura had. Laughing as Kalternecker turned her head towards Keith and mooed loudly, causing Keith to step back a little too fast, his boyfriend sounded almost wistful

“I wish we’d been friends at the Garrison. Who knows, I could have brought you home and showed you how to be a farm boy”

“I think we both know I didn’t exactly have the best temper”

“You were hurting… and we were all shitty little kids. I’d still love to know the story of how Kalternecker was spacenapped”

“Little grey men”

“But we haven’t met anyone who falls into that category. Not like the whole Roswell typical alien kind of a thing”

“I’m sure Coran has a data base somewhere that has them”

“Probably. Let’s head back up to the house before Mami sends out a search party”

“Are you sure you want to?”

“Yeah. No. Maybe… it’s hard leaving my best girl here”

Rubbing between Kalternecker’s ears, Kalternecker mooed again. She really was the coolest cow he’d ever met

“As long as she’s the only girl that you’ve got in your heart, I don’t mind sharing you on occasion”

“Well… there’s Mami. And there’s V, and Rachel, and… Pidge… I’d be hopeless if I was captured and they took a look in my brain, all they’d see is you”

“You can’t bore them to death, babe”

“You’re not that boring. And I noticed that you didn’t say you’d rescue me before that happened”

“I was assuming that you’d already been captured and tied up…”

Lance groaned dramatically, draping himself over Kalternecker as he did

“You get tied up once and they never let you forget it”

“Nope. At least Mami doesn’t know about that”

“And she never will. Last one to the house has to clean the pods when we get to Altea”

Lance was off and through the gap in the stable fencing before Keith knew what hit him. His boyfriend didn’t have the chance to look back before Kosmo was bounding over to him and bailing him up. Giving Kalternecker one last pat, and with Lance now delayed, it left Keith open to claim victory on the very sudden race… yet his pace never grew from a walk. Their were worse things than cleaning out a pod, and giving Lance a win was exactly what his boyfriend needed. Next time they came, he’d borrow a proper ship. They’d sit Mami down and tell her everything properly… and next time he’d sit Lance down and ask him properly about a future on Earth for their family.

[kiwibirbs-library]

Nightmares

a/n: so like.. uhh... how’s your day? Cause mine said work and think of this babe the whole time. Oh you too? Cool cool.

YALL THIS IS AFTER I WROTE THIS ITS SO LONG OMG OK I NEED TO GO READ THROUGH WOW

Pairing: Keith kogane x reader

Warning: uhh nightmares ya ya that. That’s it

Summary: you get nightmares, fairly bad done at that. And one night you just can’t do it anymore and go to the nearest occupied room. And suddenly it becomes a tradition.

You were rescued from a prison break. The only thing that made you special was that your entire planet was massacred and you had absolutely nowhere to go.

That was almost 6 months ago.

That’s how you ended up where you are now. In a near empty room of the castle, trying to fall back asleep. This was the fifth time you had a nightmare this week. This was the fifth time you had had to relive the vivid torture. The fifth time you’ve been curled up in a ball, tears streaming, trying to just breath through it.

After about 10 minutes you sat up. You couldn’t keep doing this. You couldn’t keep going off of two hours of sleep. You really couldn’t keep hearing Shiros ‘you ok?’ Every morning when you showed up looking like the living dead.

You grabbed your blanket and wrapped it around yourself before waking to the door. The faded walking lights were enough to keep you from hitting anything as you stopped at the nearest door. Hopefully it was someone who could help you. Just to talk to if you could. In other words— as much as you enjoy him— not Lance. You gulped as you knocked on the door. You weren’t expecting it to open as soon as it did.

Keith stood in the open door way, rubbing an eyes slightly as his vision adjusted to see you clearly.

“Y/n?” His voice was raspy from not talking for a while.

“Um hi,” your voice broke in the middle. His brows furrowed as he noticed your stained cheeks and red nose.

“Are you ok?” He squinted at you a bit, still not completely able to see you.

“Uh actually could I um... stay here for a bit.... please,” it all came out whimpery and cracked. You felt kind of pathetic. You half expected him to tell you where Shiro was and go back to sleep with how long he took to respond. But no. He backed up a bit and gave you room to come in. You smiled a little up to him and shuffled in. He sat on his bed and watched you slightly as you made your way down to the floor.

He didn’t exactly know why but he didn’t like the idea of you laying there. It was clean sure, and he definitely would have let anyone else sleep there, but he couldn’t in good conscious just leave you there. Especially with how red and wet your face was when you passed him. He cleared his throat a bit and you looked up at him from your spot. He patted the mattress beside him and you got the idea, getting up and sitting next to him.

“So... what’s wrong?” He looked at your hands as they twisted into each other. You bit your lip.

“Um well, lately I’ve been having these.. um... nightmares. There of the time in the prison. And the um... things that happened,” you gulped. There was a slight pause.

“You don’t have to force yourself to talk if you can’t,” Keith sighed a bit. You looked over to him to find a surprising look of worry on his face. You were taken aback by how understanding he looked. From what you knew of him he was that loner of the group, the one that didn’t talk much and did his own thing, only worrying about himself (and Shiro as you observed). But sitting next to you wasn’t someone that didn’t know feelings of others. It was more like someone who could understand what was happening with you.

“I get nightmares too you know. Of course I’ve never been tortured like you or Shiro were, but they still get to me pretty bad,” he said bluntly, leaning back on his hands. You sighed and brought you knees to your chest, a tired look in your eyes. “You can go to sleep if you want, it would be good for you,” he said without looking at you.

“Thank you,” you smiled a little. “You know, your a lot nicer than I thought you would be one on one,” you laid down slowly.

“I’ll take that as a complement?” His words had the slightest sound of amusement with them. It brought a calming blanket down on you.

In no time your were completely knocked out, Keith leaning up against the wall, also falling asleep as he made sure you didn’t wake up.

~~~~

There was a vibrating from under your head, waking you up. You weren’t fully awake as you felt the air on your skin without opening your eyes. You felt something come underneath the pillow and stop the movement before leaving. Your brows furrowed slightly as you moved even closer to wherever the thing had come from. Without moving much you hit something, immediately running a hand down the back of it before falling back to sleep.

Keith was also awakened by a vibrating. More than you obviously as this was his alarm every morning. So when he turned it off to keep you to sleep and you moved closer he very much noticed. And then your hand ran down his back and made him shiver. He was a blushing mess. He couldn’t even say anything as you stuffed your face into his chest and stayed asleep. Without even knowing it he was smiling at you, moving some hair from your face before he thought about it. You pushed yourself forward a little more, turning him onto his back as you used him as a body pillow. For the first time in a while he had to hold back a laugh at the movement.

You both stayed like that for almost an hour before you groggily got up finally. When you saw the position you immediately started apologizing for what happened. He waved you off, his normal stern face back as he sat up and met you in the middle of the room.

“Calm down its fine, I don’t really care. Anyways we should leave, we’re about to have the morning meeting,” as if the castle could hear him the intercom turned on with a loud beep and Alluras voice came on.

“Meeting time! Hunk made food as well,” and she was gone. You smiled at the idea of Hunks cooking.

“Oh shoot I need to change,” you looked down to your pajamas.

“Meh Lance Never does don’t worry about it,” in truth Keith was just stalling to continue seeing you in them. He really didn’t understand why but he liked the sight. You both left his room before walking the halls to kitchen. Mostly everyone was there, the only one not was Lance unsurprisingly. You waved a bit as you took a seat next to Pidge, Keith to you. They looked at you both with a smile before going back into their talk about something technical.

You tried to listen as you ate but your thoughts drifted to the night before and this morning. A light pink hit your face at the thought. You smiled a little as you put the spoon to you mouth.

~~~~

These sleepovers quickly became something usual. In some instances you wouldn’t even go back to your room, just straight to his with him. At one point he told you to bring some clothes over to change so now you had your little pile in the corner of dresses and shirts. The most awkward part of it would have to when you both began cuddling consciously. You felt hot as Keith put a very hesitant arm on you, his constant ‘is this ok?’s making you laugh a bit.

You didn’t know when but at some point you started taking the sessions in for more. You would always smile at the thought of Keith. Your eyes would always wonder the room in search of him. If the found his you would gaze for a moment before looking away.

Keith knew exactly when he took after hours for more. He knew exactly what he was doing when went to his room at the end of the night, waiting impatiently for you to show up. He knew exactly what he wanted when he asked you to bring some clothes over, his idea for you to spend more time there working amazingly.

The day you got found out though was the most embarrassing moment of your life. Even worse than Pidge calling you out for staring at the boy. For one thing you were more tired than usual that morning due to training the previous day. So while reaching for a pair of leggings you missed and grabbed Keith’s spare sweatpants. Honestly you didn’t even think about how big they were as you threw on your jacket and left. Keith had left before you to meet with Shiro so you were alone and the first in the breakfast hall. By the time you stood up everyone was there as well. Keith’s hand flew to his face to hide the bright red that flushed his face when he noticed. He wasn’t going to say anything, he didn’t really want to. He would have to resist the urge to hide your normal pjs in favor of you wearing his for the next week.

“Aren’t those a little big on you?” Pidge commented.

“Huh?” You looked down and blushed a bit at the clothing. “O-oh ya, haha. Um i saw them at the mall we went to the other day and picked them up,” you coughed.

“Wow really those look like what Keith was wea—“ Lances mouth was covered and his head was dragged down by Keith’s arms. Everyone looked between you two with skeptical look before you slip out the door with a ‘well then’.

That was the catalyst of Lance following Keith to his room and hour later. He was droning on about something when Keith stopped in front of his door. He never had time to clean up this morning. Your clothes were probably still scattered in different areas. He cleared his throat.

“What?” He looked to Lance you was waiting patiently for the door to open.

“Oh I wanted to see what your room looked like. I’m bored and have nothing to do today,” he gave a dramatic sigh. Keith blocked the door.

“No.”

“Whaaat?? Why nooooott? How long have we known each other? Shouldn’t we have more trust????” Lance whined. “Besides whaaat Y/n in here the other day?”

“No,” Keith stayed. Then you came down the hall. You had went to your room in search of a pair of pants before realizing they were still sitting on the edge of Keith’s dresser. Maybe your other jacket was still on his bed if you were lucky. When you saw Lance you made a turn to leave the way you came too late.

“Y/n?” Lance called. You stopped and turned back to him.

“Hey Lance, what’s up?” You smiled a bit and walked a little closer. Keith was happy to hear your voice but also bit his lip at the predicament. You were probably looking for your favorite leggings. The ones you left here the other night. Bad timing.

“Oh I was wanting to see inside Keith’s room! What about you?” You continued talking to Lance, at one point giving Keith a side glance to say to go in. He quickly slipped into his room and started picking up your things and hastily putting it places, most went under his bed. In all honesty he didn’t mind too much about everyone finding out about your sleepovers. He did mind however about the teasing that would come with it.

The door clicked and slid open, Lance walked in with a nervous you glancing around after him.

“Wow it’s so boring in here,” Lance sighed, draping himself over on top of you. “There’s nothing in here how do you live like thi—“ he stopped when he looked over the floor. He saw something light blue poking out from under the bed. Keith tensed when lance moved it out with his foot. The jacket dragged out a few more clothes with it, all definitely not Keith’s and very obviously yours.

“Y/n did you know your clothes are— OH MY GOD NO WAY!!” He jumped away from you and looked between you and the mullet boy. “YOU TWO ARE A THINGGG??”

“No no we’re not!” You held up your hands and tried to explain. You missed Keith’s small and inaudible ’yet’.

“Then why are your clothes here? Are there more?!” Lance asked, gesturing to the small pile on the floor.

“Um well, sleepovers?” You rubbed your hands together. Lance turned to Keith.

“What does that mean?”

“Well what do you think a sleepover means? Honestly,” he crossed his arms. Lance turned back to you.

“How many times??”

“Ah ha ha um... multiple?” You looked over to Keith to find he was already watching you. You whipped back to Lance. As if the universe told you you weren’t getting out of this easy, Pidge and Hunk passed by the open door. They peered in a you heard a little laugh.

“He finally figured it out? Hah we knew weeks ago,” the small girl laughed a little, pushing her glasses up.

“You two knew?!!!” Lance whined as he left the room to join those two in the hall. Keith, quicker than you would have thought, moved and pressed a button to close and lock the door. You heard a muffled ‘hey’ before footsteps that eventually faded away. He sighed. You gave a little laugh.

“That your first choice in hiding?” You giggled.

“Shut up,” he gave you a smile and a glance before flopping down on his bed with a groan. “This is why no one comes in here.”

“Aww I feel so special,” you giggled again as you climbed on top of him. You laid you head down as he dragged you completely on top of him. “By the way, about what Lance said.” Keith looked down to you. “What are we anyway?”

“Well, I’d prefer the privileges of boyfriend all the time. But if you wouldn’t then I don’t mind waiting,” you put yourself up on your arms at his directness.

“What?”

“What?” He repeated.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the closed off feelings guy? What was that?” You look at him bewildered.

“I will not hesitate to leave you here alone,” he gave you a playful glare. “Answer my sentence though.”

“What?”

“Do I get privileges?”

“I wouldn’t mind,” you looked away before sitting up fully. “You get to tell everyone though,” you smiled a bit.

“Ugh why,” he groaned and put his head to the side. His hands naturally rested on your hips. You both had been doing this so long you never even took it as something weird with the way you straddled him. You laughed a bit at him when he pinched your sides a bit.

“Deal?”

“Deal,” he smiled before pulling you a little closer and finally doing what he had been wanting to for the past month, finally kissing you.

[teddyylou]

Monday: Klance Drabble - teddyylou

Keith woke to gentle kisses being pressed to the shell of his ear. Wrapped up under the warm covers of his bed, he pulled the strong arm that was hugged around his middle even tighter, pressing his boyfriend’s hand, which had crept up under his shirt as they slept, to his chest, kissing his knuckles. 

“Hmm, morning, baby,” Lance hummed, burying his nose snuggly into Keith’s mess of black hair. Keith felt him breathe out happily, the way their feet brushed together at the foot of the bed adding to the serene feeling that was swiftly taking over all of his senses. Every place on him that Lance touched tingled with a warmth that sent goosebumps all over his body, and every breath they took in unison as they snoozed well past Keith’s alarm made his heart swell and his smile grow exponentially. 

“Morning, Lance. Mmh, it’s so sunny and nice you could almost forget that it’s Monday,” he mumbled, rolling over so that he could face his boyfriend. “And your sleepy voice is just so sexy,” he giggled, pressing their foreheads together. 

Lance scrunched up his face, still yet to open his eyes, simply holding Keith closer to him to stop him from wriggling around so much. “Yeah, you can even hear the birds chirping,” he replied with a content sigh, purposefully skipping over Keith’s crass sentiment. 

“Aw, you also say really sappy, cliche things when you’re half asleep. Did you know that?” Keith’s aimed a toothy grin at Lance as he opened his eyes to lour, who merely pulled the pillow out from under Keith’s head and gently smack it back down over his face which a ‘whump’.

Keith tossed it aside, rolling over to share Lance’s pillow so that he could press a kiss to his lips. ‘The first one of the day’ he thought to himself, closed mouth to avoid Lance’s nasty morning breath.

“Hey Lance, you know you have terrible morn-”

Knock, knock.

“Keith, are you up? I heard your alarm go off. Breakfast will be on the table in five; don’t make me come and get you.” Keith and Lance froze as Keith’s mother spoke gently through the door from the hallway. Keith even heard Lance hold his breath.

“Yeah, uh, coming mum,” he called back. They waited for her footsteps to disappear down the hall before Keith could even tear his eyes away from the door, relaxing against his bed as Lance let out his breath with a disappointed sigh. He knew what was coming.

“Okay, Romeo, out you go.” Keith patted Lance’s thigh as he pulled back the covers. Lance, left only in his sweatpants, laid firmly on the mattress shaking his head.

“Nooo, I don’t want to go. Let me stay,” he whined, attempting to pull Keith back against his chest before he could reach for the hoodie he’d stolen from him about a week prior. 

“Mum would kill me if she knew you’d been sneaking in at night, you have to,” Keith pleaded, eyes wide as he tried to force Lance out of his bed. 

“Keith, I’ve been staying here about three nights a week for the last two months! You don’t think she knows?” He asked, leaning over the bed to put his socks back on, tying his converse with a huff. 

“Nope,” Keith said frankly, shaking his arms until his hands poked out of the ends of Lance’s hoodie. He climbed out of bed, catching one of Lance’s arms as he grabbed his shirt, pulling him to his feet. “And she isn’t going to find out. Now, window. Out.” Keith gave Lance a gentle push towards the second-storey window, an easily slidable roof just underneath it that would drop Lance in the front yard of Keith’s house. Lance held his hand up to his heart, scorned. 

“Nine whole months I’ve loved you and here you are, forcing your dear, sweet boyfriend out of a window to ride his bike the whole way home. How you wound me,” he feigned. Keith raised an unsympathetic brow, arms crossed over his chest.

“Forsooth,” he mused, causing Lance’s facade to crack with the upturn of the corner of his lip.

“Ah, so you finally did your English homework,” Lance said, one foot already standing on top of the garage. He straddled the window sill as he slid on his shirt.

“I may has't,” Keith smiled before dawdling over to Lance, handing him his phone. “See you at school.”

“Don’t be late,” Lance said, standing fully on the roof so that he could lean back in, hands supporting him on the sill. “I love you.”

Lance kissed Keith sweetly, clearly not caring as much about morning breath as Keith did. 

“I love you too,” Keith said before leaning in again, even if he knew that Lance did it on purpose, because Keith really just wanted to kiss his boyfriend. “Bye.”

“Bye,” they muttered to each other between short pecks before Lance pushed himself up, slid down the roof, and landed skilfully on the lawn. Keith watched him as he ran down to the street, pulling his bike out of the bush he had stowed it in, and rode off towards his own house. Keith watched until he’d disappeared over the crest of the hill that led to his street, actually enjoying the warm sun and the singing birds because Mondays were always good when he started them next to Lance. 

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Keith was startled back to reality by his mother’s voice. He’d not even noticed she’d come back up to find him.

“Oh just… some birds,” Keith lied. Krolia stared at her son for a second. 

“Okay,” she replied. “Come get breakfast, we have to leave soon.”

“Cool, be down in a sec.”

***

Keith woke up tangled in sheets and all of the extra blankets he and Lance had thrown over themselves as they went to sleep the night before. His entire body was engulfed in the warmth of the strong arms holding him close, heat radiating off Lance’s chest that was pressed tight to Keith’s back. 

Lance groaned as they both stirred, instantly pulling Keith even closer as the raven wiggled around to face his boyfriend. Keith felt a sleepy kiss against his forehead as he tucked his face into Lance’s neck. It was warm there. No need or desire lingered to go anywhere else. 

Lance adjusted his feet to intertwine them with Keith’s. He, however, managed to pull the blankets with him as he did and for a brief moment, a gust of piercing cold air let itself into their safe cocoon. In unison, they gasped an indigent “Ah!” and huddled in together, giggling as they found themselves safe from the dreary Monday morning weather.

They laid in silence, sharing soft, lazy kisses as the rain poured on outside. The windows were fogged and if they tried just the slightest it was as if nothing else in the world existed outside Keith’s bedroom. 

Until they heard shuffling around in the kitchen below.

Keith let out a deep sigh, placing a few more kisses to Lance’s defined collar bone before patting his side solemnly. 

“Hhh, you should probably go now,” he weighed the unfortunate words on his tongue as he spoke. Lance merely groaned in response, snuggling deeper under the mountain of soft blankets where the sting of the outside couldn’t get him. 

“Keith, baby. You can’t possibly make me go out there. You wouldn’t make me ride home in the rain,” Lance begged, holding him and rocking him, like a half-hearted shakedown. Keith huffed, considering his options for a second. 

He peeked his head out of the covers, hair still a mess over his face. It looked so cold out there that his skin prickled just at the thought of it. But then he thought of his mother downstairs, catching them. Each rattle of a closing kitchen draw made his heart pound. It was a tough choice.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna make me ride home. I can’t believe my small, loving, sweet boyfriend is going to send me out like this. I could catch a cold Keith. Do you wanna be the one looking after this snotty-nosed bastard?” Lance persisted almost too loudly and pointed to himself. 

Keith snorted and placed his hand over Lance’s mouth to hush him. He thought about it for a second longer, eyes narrowed to a squint, shifting from the bedroom door to the window. Lance’s eyes remained wide as he awaited Keith’s verdict. 

“Fine,” Keith said after a second. Lance whispered an elated cheer before pulling the both of them back under the blanket pile to cuddle.

Keith didn’t know what his next move was, but while he was laying so comfortably and soundly in Lance’s arms he was sure of one thing. That move was not going to be for many, many minutes. He opened his eyes so that he was just staring blankly at Lance’s chest as the brunet carded a hand through Keith’s knotty hair​​—the pair simply pretending that it wasn’t as such due to Keith sleeping like the dead, and Lance’s fingers totally weren’t getting stuck and tugging on a knot every few strokes. 

Keith was almost completely lulled back to sleep when he heard a knock. 

“Keith, I called you already what are you up to?” His mother’s voice became increasingly clearer as the door opened ajar and without a second to lose he threw the blankets over Lance’s head, holding them tightly up to his chin. He hoped it looked like he was just really cold, and that their entangled bodies just looked like Keith under a mass of about four quilts. 

If Krolia knew anything, she wasn’t letting on; Keith thought he was safe.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Bit hard to get out of bed today. I have to plan my course wisely to get from here to the warm shower with as little time in the antarctic hallway as possible,” Keith explained, trying to appear nonchalant as Lance feathered kisses to anywhere he could reach on Keith’s chest without moving. Krolia nodded inconspicuously. 

“Okay, well, breakfast is on the table, get it while it’s hot,” she told him taking a step back out of the room. She stopped, however, just as she was about to close the door. “Oh, and there is a place set for Lance too,” she eyed Keith smugly, a faint smirk on her lips as she closed the door. 

Keith heard a quiet ‘oh fuck’ from under the covers and, well, yeah. That. 

[nightowlfandom]

Keith (Voltron)- Heat Season

EDIT- I took off the “AU” part because I legit forgot what I was doing lol. No AU here

Hey hey! ANON ASKS

omg. can u do a keith x reader mating szn smut? like it’s his first heat so he locked himself away(f’s in the chat for keith) but the reader went to check on him not knowing a thing(gasp!). keith rlly do be rough at first bc he’s not thinkin straight but then becomes more ✨passionate✨ rough smut at first, then some tenderness(like my dino nuggets. lmao im 20), but then heated passionate smut. *chefs kiss* oui oui baggett

Keith from Voltron?....Cuz that’s what I’m doing for my mental health....And I’m going to hope and pray that’s what you wanted....cuz im doing it. Prepare your diddly hole....that sounded wrong. Hope you like it! 

BTW You caught me on an off day, but I didn’t wanna leave you hanging.

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Leggo!

...

You were confused as to why everyone had insisted you go check up on Keith. Then again the last thing you said to him before he locked himself in his room for 3 days was. 

“Wow, it’s so hot in here. I need to change out of these clothes.”

It was a throwaway comment that usually earned you a laugh or two from him. Only this time, it ended with him taking one look at you, and zooming off. Three whole days since then and it felt like you were the only one who wasn’t aware of what was going through his head.

So here you were, standing outside his door. You hesitated for a while, frozen in place.

“He’s your friend.” you declared. “You can do this!” you nodded with determination. You slowly raised your hand and knocked. 

“Fuck!” you heard on the other side. “W-Who’s there!”

“It’s me?” you answered, slowly becoming unsure. “Is it a bad time?”

“Y/N!” he grunted. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to check on you! P-please let me in.” you sighed. 

“Y/N! It isn’t safe for you to be here!” he sounded in pain.

“Keith! It’s either you let me in or I melt the door down!” you warned. "I have a lighter on me, don’t test whether or not I’m serious.”

Suddenly the door slid open. Without another thought you walked in. His room looked normal. “Keith?”

Just as you got in, the door slammed shut, making you jump. A shirtless Keith stumbled out of the bathroom. His face was completely red and he was sweating. Without a pause, you rushed over to him.

“Y/N!” Keith shuddered. “P-please don’t-”

“Keith!” you cut him off. “You’re burning up!” you put a hand on his forehead. For some reason, he leaned into your touch. He shuddered, his eyes glazing over slowly. This was a side of his you’ve never seen before.

It wasn’t long bore you managed to connect the dots. You couldn’t stop the blush from rising onto your face. “Oh.” was all you could say.

“Y/N...” he dropped to his knees. “I’m so sorry.” he whimpered. “It’s...t-too much.” he moaned. “I didn’t want to scare you.”

He rested his head against your stomach. “I want you so bad.” he cried. Like literally cried. “I c-can’t control it.” he whimpered.

“Keith? Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you, I could’ve-.”

“The only reason I didn’t tell you was because in order to calm it down...I’d have to...have my way with the object of my aggression.” you could tell he was very ashamed. It then dawned on you what he meant when he said he wanted you.

“And...that’s me?” you clarified, voice shaking.

He buried his face into your stomach, tightening his grip around you. “Yes...”

“...Then do it.” you found yourself saying. This caused him to look up in surprise.

“You just made a big mistake, Y/N.” he glowered. A sadistic smile arose on his face. “You just opened yourself up to me.” he scrambled to his feet. Before you knew it, you felt your back hit the door. “Which means I can do whatever I want to you now.”

Keith grabbed a handful of your hair in his fist and bought your lips to his. You winced in pain, feeling him tighten his grip, as if he was scared to let you go. He must have detected this because he moved his hand to the side of your neck. 

Your body was flush against the wall and he was pressed against you, covering your body like a blanket. He yanked himself away from you and hoisted you up. 

Keith carried you to his bed and practically threw you on the plush surface. In that instant, the tables were flipped. Instead of looking up at you through hooded eyes with a shameful gaze, it was you who was now looking up at him.  Keith stared down at you with a glare. You probably looked ridiculous, but you didn’t care. 

“How do you want me?” you found yourself asking. 

“Fuck.” he whimpered. Just hearing you say that sent him crazy. He could smell sex coming off you, and he wanted to get his hands on you. His mouth, his dick, whatever he could touch you with. He could barely gather his thoughts. Every corner of his mind was occupied by visions of you, imagines, of you, thoughts of you. “Clothes...off...now.”

He didn’t wait for you, instead he ripped your shirt down the back, tearing it to shreds. He gently pushed on your chest, sending you down. Your back in the bed and you didn’t dare try and sit up.

“Is this a good time to mention I went commando today?” you asked aloud. Keith stopped everything he was doing and looked at you. He was expressionless. He didn’t say a word.

“...You’re not wearing any underwear?” he glowered.

“No?” you trailed off. “I didn’t do my laundry.” you admitted. 

The remained of your shirt fell in a pool around you. You and Keith had a stare-down, that glossy look returning to his eyes. He hooked his fingers around the hem of your pants and yanked them down. As expected, you were completely exposed to him. No undergarment in sight. Your smell filled his nostrils.

He instantly began fumbling with his pants, unable to control himself anymore. He could see that you were already excited down there and he was growing inpatient. 

He grabbed hold of your thighs and thrust himself into your tightness, earning a surprised moan from you. You felt better than he thought you would. You fit him perfectly, like a sheath built for a special type of sword. 

“Fu-...Ungh...-” He could barely make words as he pumped into your wetness. “Y/N.” he grunted. “You’re mine.” he growled. “Mine. If anyone else touches you after today, they’ll have me to answer to.” he croaked.

You were at a point where you couldn’t make any words, your body had reacted to him in a way where you felt like a slave to his touch. Was is pheromones? It was probably pheromones...you’d have to ask later.

“I wanna- I wanna kiss you.” Keith fought to speak as he slammed his hands on either side of your head. As promised, he lazily crashed his mouth over yours. His kiss was sloppy and lazily, his lips leaving a thin line of drool as he kissed down your neck. 

He rolled his hips against yours, groaning at each thrust. At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to last long. That didn’t stop him from speeding up. 

“Y/N.” he moaned again. With each sloppy thrust, his name left your lips, sounding more and more guttural before he spilled into you. He yanked his length out of your hole, splattering the entire front of your body in his cum. 

You looked like a pretty sight. You were officially marked by him. When you looked up, that hungry gaze was still strewn across his face. You noticed his eyes were still focused on your heat. His tongue darted out to lick his lips. 

He met your eyes for a split second before giving you a lewd smirk. He winked at you before scooting back to lay on his stomach. 

“K-keith. We just fin-ISHED.” you tried to say. Keith had attached his mouth to your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“I know.” he stopped to speak for a bit. “I didn’t feel you cum for me though.”

“You can tell?!” you look down surprised. No, you didn’t fake it...but you didn’t think he would go this mile. 

“Of course I can fucking tell...you’re mine remember?” he giggled before lashing his mouth against you again. You could feel tears of pleasure welling up at the corners of your eyes. Your fists clenched the sheets under you.  It was like he had full control of you. You felt his fingers pump into you again, fucking his cum back into you. (I’m such a thot omg)

Your orgasm came like an avalanche. A mixture of loud cries and moans ripped through the air. Surely anyone who had been around could hear.

You were just worried about what would happen tomorrow.

...

“NOT A WORD!” you threateningly held up a butter knife to Lance not even three hours later.

“Just saying...I was on the other side of the-”

“SHUT UP!” you cut him off. 

“...Was he good though?”

“I said shut up!” you groaned, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

“I’m just saying...those hickeys aren’t gonna heal for a while.” he shrugged, laughing out loud as he walked away.

“Fuck me!” you seethed, trailing your fingers over your aching skin.

“What was that?” Keith seemingly appeared out of nowhere. You dropped the butter knife, feeling his broad chest up against your back. “Did you say to-”

“In the kitchen though?!” you squeaked. “Bad dog! Very bad!” you whimpered, melting into his touch anyways.

“Don’t worry, it only lasts a week.” he giggled in your ear.

A week...lord help you.

“Maybe longer if I like you enough.”

....Fuck

[autisticlancemcclain]

Keith knows, truthfully and entirely objectively, that his life has improved since he started dating Lance. Obviously. There is no disputing this fact if nature. His attitude has mellowed, his days are brighter, his nights are even better, his crops are watered his skin is clear et cetera et cetera. (Literally, on that last one, since Lance is sneaky with his product).

…However.

There are setbacks.

Like right now, where he’s been pushed so far to the edge of the bed that he’s actually holding his breath to avoid being squished against that wall like a new coat of paint. So.

He loves his boyfriend. Seriously. He’s slept more in the months they’ve been seeing each other than he has in his entire life combined, actually. It’s insane. There’s something about Lance pressed up against his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his ribs, nose barely peeking above his shoulder to let in some air (seriously how does he do that; Keith has watched him and he has, like, maybe one nostril available for oxygen intake. The rest of his face is smooshed against Keith’s upper arm and pec. And he’s got the blanket up to his ears, too. Does Lance not need to breathe for long periods of time? Like a dolphin? Keith will have to ask) that just makes sleeping actually relaxing, for once. Like maybe he doesn’t have to stay half awake, like maybe he can actually trust himself to be safe in his own bed. It’s an incredible feeling, to finally feel well-rested in the mornings.

He does. However. Feel the ittiest, tiniest bit like he’s sleeping with a corset on. And being hydraulic pressed into the corner of the room. If he has to pick something to be nitpicky about, he means.

“Lance, c’mon,” he mutters, exhaling finally. Lance, who is mostly asleep based on the growing puddle of drool Keith feels wetting his sleep shirt, takes the opportunity to squeeze tighter like a goddamn python. “Can you move over a little bit? I’m up against the wall, I got no room to breathe —”

The human corset suddenly lets up, and Keith can breathe again.

So he does.

Perhaps a touch dramatically, with the bug gasping inhale or whatever.

(Look, he’s not perfect. He’s quite comfortable blaming Shiro’s influence, actually.)

“Thank you,” he huffs. He takes a few deep breaths, feeling the twinge in one of his ribs; tender from an injury he has yet to admit he has. (It’s fine. He checked. It’s barely even bruised mostly, he’s good. It’ll handle itself or become a Future Keith problem, so.) He curses under his breath as he stretches a bit, taking advantage of the space.

He frowns. “Wait, what?”

He sits up, confused as to why his spider monkey boyfriend is not in his immediate presence. It takes a second for his bleary eyes to adjust to the half-light of their bedroom, but eventually he manages and looks over and Lance is — Lance is on the goddamn floor. The blanket is with him. And four pillows.

“Lance.”

Keith bites his lip. This is either a bit or a very delicate situation, and if it’s the latter and he laughs then he’s very much in the doghouse, and for all his complaining he would much rather spend the night suffocating than alone. Much rather.

“Aw, Lance, come on.”

Unfortunately, his voice shakes, and he can’t quite tamp down his snorts and giggles, as much as he tries to muffle them.

Lance doesn’t speak, but Keith can almost physically taste his frown. His pout practically has its own atmosphere, it’s so potent.

“Hey.”

Keith gets to his knees, half-shuffling across the mattress. He leans over the edge, closer to Lance’s curled up form, and raises an eyebrow, amused. “Leandro. You are not being serious right now.”

The silence continues to grow. Keith can almost feel an actual chill, there’s so much iciness leaking from Lance right now.

(He also has the only blanket, but whatever. Tomato tomato.)

“Baby.”

“If you never want to sleep with me again that’s fine,” Lance says tersely. Keith rolls his eyes, head in his hands. “The floor is lovely. I’d rather be here than anywhere near your stinky mullet anyway.”

Keith sighs, long and heavy, steeling himself for the inevitable back pain he is going to have tomorrow morning. The things he does for love.

“You are the most dramatic man alive. Scoot over.”

Caught off guard, Lance uncurls, looking over at Keith in confusion.

Keith grins. “There are those pretty brown eyes.”

The pretty brown eyes in question are still squinted in suspicion, but Keith was expecting that. He moves as casually as he can manage, even trying his luck by humming something Lance was listening to earlier, picking up the edge of the blanket and sliding in behind his boyfriend, flat on the floor, arms winding around his waist and head bent at the junction of his shoulder. Lance is still tense, but allows Keith in his space, thankfully. Keith was half worried he’d stomp away to go sleep with Hunk.

“‘M sorry,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to Lance’s neck and lingering there, making his boyfriend shiver as his lips tickle his skin. “Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Just feeling a little claustrophobic.”

Lance softens, but only barely. “You can tell me to back off, you know. I will.”

There’s still an undertone of hurt to his voice, a backing of insecurity. Keith tightens his grip, shaking his head.

“No. Don’t want that.”

Lance makes a frustrated noise. “Well, then what do you want, Mr. Mixed Signals?”

“You.” He traces an invisible line down the side of Lance’s neck with his mouth, kissing and biting slightly, relishing in every little twitch of Lance’s shoulders. “Duh.”

“No, not ‘duh’,” Lance argues, but his voice has gone weak. “You’re a pain in my ass. Do you want to be cuddled or not, Red?”

Bingo. Keith fights a smirk at the nickname, knowing he fails when Lance sighs, but the slide of his hands to rest on top of Keith’s bely his amusement, his fading irritation.

“Course I do,” Keith promises. His kisses the back of Lance’s neck again, but it’s softer this time; no underlying motives. An assurance, a promise. “I just. You know. Would also like twelve percent more space to inflate my lungs, if that’s okay.”

Lance snorts. Keith grins.

“You’re such a goober.”

“You’re the goober, actually. The pile of drool on my shoulder proves it.”

He feels more than sees Lance’s neck go red. Keith snickers. Lance hates when Keith brings up the drooling and for that he will literally never ever stop.

“I hope you wake up in agony.”

“Oh, I will, thanks to your hissy fit.”

Lance kicks his heel into Keith’s shin because he’s a shithead. Keith takes it without complaint because he’s the biggest whipped loser of all time and he’s well aware of it.

“We can go back to the bed, you know,” Lance offers eventually, although he makes no effort to move.

Keith yawns. “Nah.” He rests his head on the top of Lance’s spine, tangling their legs together. “I’m good where you are.”

———

based off this post

[leggylance]

Hoo boy leggy this got Long and I am taking Full advantage of the ask update so don’t say you didn’t ask for it 👿👿

Lance sleeps with a face mask sometimes, so he probably lays very still on his back

Keith tends to curl up in the fetal position, a habit from spending years going to bed not quite feeling safe. He thrashes a little, too, but not enough to fall off the bed or anything

Even though he sleeps on his back most of the time, Lance loves spooning. Doesn’t matter which spoon, but he finds himself being the big spoon most of the time because he’s Long

Keith won’t admit it out loud but he also loves spooning. At least when it’s with Lance

Keith can only be described as an aggressive cuddler. When he’s the big spoon, he practically crushes Lance to his chest like he’s afraid something will happen to him if he lets go. It makes it hard to breathe sometimes but it also tugs at Lance’s heartstrings

He tends to cling pretty hard in other positions too, wrapping himself around Lance like an octopus. It’s cute until Lance wakes up in the morning needing to pee and Keith refuses to let him out of his iron grip

Lance, by contrast, is a needy cuddler. When he’s big spoon, he’s always gently (but insistently) pulling Keith closer, pressing little kisses into his hair/shoulder, whining about him being too far away, etc. Keith says it’s annoying but mostly he’s just glad that his back is to him so he can’t see him blush

Lance doesn’t mind though. He knows by the way that Keith clutches Lance’s arms to his chest that Keith very much wants him there

Most of the time though they actually sleep with Keith’s head on Lance’s chest and a leg thrown over him

Lance snores very slightly when he’s on his back. Keith actually finds it soothing but has learned not to mention it because it makes Lance squawk

Sometimes Keith migrates to being fully on top of Lance at which point Lance is like ‘babe ily and I would love to hold you like the needy little baby you are but you’re also built like a brick house and you’re crUSHING M-‘

Lance loves having silky pajamas and even silkier sheets. Keith honestly finds them slippery and annoying but he deals

Keith just wears a ratty old t-shirt and boxers to bed. Lance would complain but it’s already a step up from him just conking out in the clothes he wore all day, which he already had to train him out of

Sometimes Lance sleeps in just sweatpants though. Just sweatpants. Keith has a really hard time sleeping those nights

He tries to get back at him by sleeping shirtless himself but it backfires because Lance just keeps running his hands all over him and complaining about how naturally soft and muscular he is when he doesn’t even try

Keith still keeps the knife under their pillow. Lance... adjusts.

He does buy a nice leather sheath for it though. Yknow. To prevent midnight decapitations

If Keith wakes up first he will just. Stare. At Lance’s sleeping form. It’s some kind of protective Galra thing, maybe. Lance pretends it’s cute but it still freaks him out every time

Or his more human instincts will take over and he’ll find more... creative ways to wake him up. Especially if Lance is wearing sweatpants. Lance maybe wears them to bed more often because of this

Lance thinks it’s fun to press kisses all over Keith’s face and baby talk him until he wakes up. Keith begs to differ

Keith doesn’t like being woken up. His grumpy ass will either shove Lance’s face away from him or make it absolutely impossible to leave the bed. Either way he’s glaring daggers. But Lance keeps doing it anyways, because there’s just something exhilarating about having that intense purple gaze piercing through him

They’re ridiculous when it comes to going to bed mad at each other. They’ll start off pouting and giving each other the silent treatment, backs facing each other on opposite sides of the bed, but within 15 minutes they’re angrily reaching for each other and getting into position

“You’re a jerk. This doesn’t mean that I like you or anything. ‘M just cold.”

“Psh yeah. You suck. It’s not like you’re all that special. You’re — My side of the bed is just lonely. Fuck, I mean, you’re like a teddy bear — NOT a cute teddy bear. A very ugly grumpy looking teddy bear with a mullet. Lucky for you I don’t need to look at your stupid pretty face to cuddle it.”

“...Did you just call me pretty?”

“Pretty STUPID. That’s what I said. Shut up. Just go to sleep already. Anyways you said you were cold do you need more blankets or—“

If you caught Lance simping for Keith while he was supposed to be mad at him... no u didn’t

Keith can feel the change in Lance’s breathing when he has a nightmare. He always strokes his jaw and kisses him more gently than any other time when that happens

Keith wakes up from nightmares practically jumping out of bed and gasping for breath. Lance is much better at talking him down. He might even softly sing him old Cuban lullabies

Keith has ridiculously cold feet and Lance always yelps when they touch him. Keith goes >:) and tries to rub them against as much of Lance’s legs as possible but it backfires and makes Keith fall even deeper in love when Lance traps his freezing feet between his ankles and tries to warm them up.

Sometimes Keith will nuzzle deeper into Lance’s chest while he’s asleep and Lance’s heart goes 💕💖💫❣️❤️🌟💙💖 ✨ 💕💜💫✨💥 every time

anon..... you outsold

my hcs were straight up chaotic in comparison kfhfkf

[vldkeith]

keithtober💢🎃🔪 day 26: horror movie🎥

a/n: this is v simple, just some kl talking 😌

🔗read on ao3

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Keith snuggles deeper into the blanket, tapping his hand idly against the remote he’s holding. The TV in front of them is paused on the start of the movie Halloween (1978), the lit jack-o-lantern still on the screen. While Keith has seen this film before—he and his dad were horror buffs when Keith was a kid—Lance never has, and Keith is waiting for him now as he pops popcorn and hums a song in the kitchen.

Keith chose this movie because it isn’t really that scary; there’s barely any jumpscares, even, and the horror itself is mild. Despite this, Lance had been nervous about watching it ever since Keith made the suggestion, though the singing hints that maybe he’s gotten over that.

Hopefully, at least. Keith kind of wants to cuddle up to him during the movie, and that’s going to be harder to do if Lance is acting terrified the whole time.

“Hurry up,” Keith calls suddenly, tapping slightly more insistently on the remote. Lance gives him an answering groan, but nonetheless appears in the doorway of the kitchen a moment later, clutching a blue bowl of popcorn.

“You’re so impatient,” he huffs, plopping down next to Keith and shoving his feet under the blanket quickly. He gives Keith the popcorn bowl. “Take your popcorn.”

“Is it mine?” Keith asks, considering the bowl. “Because it’s not really my color. It’s actually yours.”

“Well, that’s perfect, because I’m yours, too.” Lance flutters his eyelids, and gets a bonk in the head from the remote in response.

“Shut up,” Keith says. He turns his attention back to the TV. “It’s time.”

He gets only a low whimper from Lance who, Keith can tell, is screwing his eyes shut pitifully. Keith nudges him with his foot.

“I swear it’s not scary,” he says, very serious. Lance exhales a sigh.

“You’re all brave and cool, though,” he mumbles back, drawing a laugh out of Keith. Cool. Nobody who knows him well has called him that in a hot minute. Lance must really be out of whack right now. “Your standards are different.”

“I took into account your standards when I picked this movie,” Keith promises, leaning close into Lance’s space and nuzzling his nose against Lance’s warm neck. A breeze of laughter leaves his lips, a lovely sound. “If you’re scared you can hide behind me or something, though.”

Lance rolls his eyes, though he makes no effort to push Keith away. “Please. I’m not degrading myself like that in front of you. I’m your strong, cool, top boyfriend, aren’t I?” There’s a playfulness to Lance’s voice that is almost musical, and it draws a smile to Keith’s face, warm and happy.

“You’re, like, half of those things,” Keith responds, cheeky. Lance scoffs and jerks away, grabbing a piece of popcorn from the bowl and throwing it at Keith’s face. He pushes it away effortlessly, snickering.

“Asshole.”

Keith hums his agreement and curls up against Lance’s side. “Relax, I’ll tell you when to look away. Just trust me.”

Another groan leaves Lance’s lips, and he slumps down onto the couch, his arm seemingly reflexively curling around Keith’s shoulders, pulling him closer.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says with the air of one steeling himself. “Just start the movie.”

Keith does a little cheer and presses play. Thankfully, Lance only ends up screaming bloody murder a total of three times.

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[bluedemon1995]

Day 19-21

Moving day

Road Trip AU cont’d

They were sitting in some greasy diner next to each other after the map mixup. They both got a little testy but he liked the fact that he could lose his temper and she could take it. And honestly she gave it back equally. Fast forward to now, Keith was trying to focus on what Shiro was saying on the phone but how could he? Her bare leg was actually touching his leg. Granted his shorts were in the way but he couldn’t take his gaze off it. Keith could feel the heat and he wished they were in a position where he could just put his hand on her leg or hold her hand.

Pidge however was intent on listening to Shiro explaining how the move was going. He could hear the underlying tension in her voice. He focused on her rather than Shiro for now. But he could wait. He’s waited this long, what was a few more hours. More importantly he needed to be there for her.

They were eating dinner now, and he didn’t know what to do. How could he bring up what he figured was the reason for this roadtrip? He knew her. Hell he’d observed her for years. Admiring her intellect, logical thinking and tactician. But more than that he admired her determination and fierce loyalty. He wanted that. He wanted to be part of that. But more than wanting, he needed it. And he could be obsessive when it came to his goals.

Matt was moving out. He was leaving. He knew Pidge’s foundation was shaken. They were closer than he was with anyone. He figured she was wondering what she was going to do? Basically Matt was her rock for basically her whole life. It was stupid, but he wanted to slide into that position for her. He wanted to be her rock, her foundation, he wanted to be her person. He knew she was probably scared of being alone. God knows he used to be. But lucky for her, she was not alone any more.

Day 20. Campfire/camping

They drove to a few more cities and crossed things off of Pidge’s list. She knew Keith was more of a rough it kind of guy and when they couldn’t find a hotel she decided to be nice and see if they could find a cabin available at a campground. Which they did. BUT she didn’t really think it through all the way, because in the hotels they had separate rooms. But here, there were in a one room tiny house cabin.

Basically there was no privacy. But it did have internet so, it wasn’t all bad. But she felt a little weird sharing a bathroom and well, there was one bed. She knew she was probably overthinking it because it was Keith. She wouldn’t have thought twice if it was Matt, Lance or Hunk. But, it wasn’t them. It was KEITH!!! KOGANE!!!

She heard the girls giggling about him when she was in high school. Same for the Garrison. And really who could blame them, he was totally hot. Just not her type. At all. He was hot tempered. Blunt. Oblivious. She bet he didn’t even watch anime. And despite all that she was flustered. It was pretty cozy so when Keith asked if she wanted to make a campfire she quickly agreed. As she watched him set up the campfire wood according to the camp’s directives so there would be no stray sparks she couldn’t help but think of that one bed. UGH!

Day 21. National park

Keith got up early, forcing himself out of the bed and plotted course to their next stop, Sequoia National Park. Keith didn’t want to push Pidge’s boundaries any more then he needed to. He definitely didn’t want to take a step back. After talking and having a few drinks by the campfire he felt brave enough to suggest that they just share the bed. As friends.

He thought for sure she was going to yell at him. He knows if her brother found out he’d have his head. But damn it was worth it. It wasn’t even like anything happened. They started off with Pidge under the blankets and he was on top. But sometime over night he must have gotten under to and when he woke up, he had one arm around her waist, with his hand firmly in her waist band of her sleep shorts. His other arm was under he neck. After he got himself under control he very carefully got out of bed. His next plan was to see if they could just get one room in the hotels from now on. There was as strange intimacy of sharing a bathroom and room.

He knew she was absentminded and sloppy which he knew she thought he’d get mad at. But honestly, he didn’t mind tidying up after her. It felt like he was taking care of her. Shaking his head, he used her laptop to see when the park opened, how much it was per car and plan out a route. He knew she wasn’t much for hiking but this park you could drive around, park and hike parts.

He also made some coffee and tidied up the car. He looked up when she opened the door, “Keith, I told you to wake me up! I don’t have to sleep in all the time. Promise.”

He nodded, “It’s no big deal, I was organizing and planing our trip. Do you want to drive or should I?”

She grinned, “We are going through mountains and I know the elevation rises sharply. I think I feel much more comfortable with you taking those risks!”

He grinned, “As you wish.”

[justheretobreakthings]

Whumpmas in July: Day 12

@whumpmasinjuly

Warmth

Also my fill for Hypothermia for @badthingshappenbingo

Read on AO3 My house, my rules, my ko-fi

When Coran had been doling out supply-gathering assignments to each of the paladins, Keith had thought nothing of his. Telrov was cold, yes. He wasn’t used to cold climates, sure. But he had his armor, and he had dealt with extreme weather before, so when Coran had asked whether Keith was up to the assignment, of course he said he was. In fact, he was almost insulted that the Altean didn’t think he could handle a bit of cold.

And sure, maybe ‘a bit of cold’ was a bit of an understatement, since it seemed that the entire dwarf planet was covered in a layer of ice that he had to hammer through with his sword in order to get to the fungi growing under the frozen soil that he needed to collect. And sure, maybe after the team’s previous mission yesterday, he should have mentioned that he had taken quite the wallop to the chestplate, but it hadn’t looked like anything had been damaged any worse than a bit of denting, and he had walked away from it with just some soreness and a bit of bruising.

How was he supposed to have known that the temperature control valve had been damaged? There had been no warning signs. Nothing but a few ticks of high pitched beeping started up while Keith was already nearly a varga’s walk through the rocky, frozen wasteland from Red’s landing site. The next thing he’d known, the heating that usually flowed evenly through the armor had disappeared.

He had tried his best not to panic. He knew where Red was, and even without the temperature control mechanisms, his armor and suit were far from flimsy. Surely he could hold out for long enough to make it back. He hadn’t gotten quite as much of the ingredient as Coran had requested, but hopefully he would be forgiven that shortcoming in light of the circumstances.

Shoving the last of the fungus he had managed to collect into the bag he’d been given to store it, he turned to start making the journey back to Red. It should be a shorter walk getting back to his landing site, in terms of time, since he didn’t have to collect anything on the return journey and he’d already broken through the spots where icicles had been thick enough to block his path. Still, despite those advantages, the return trip was slowly revealing itself to be more difficult than he would have liked.

For one thing, it was a lot harder to trudge across the ice while shivering, and that shaking worsened the longer Keith was out in the cold. The boots of his armor gave him some traction, but not enough to always keep him from slipping in places where there was no rock wall or frozen shrub to hang onto for support. More than once he lost his footing and wound up gracelessly splayed across the ice, and each time he dreaded the bruises he was likely gaining from the impacts. During one fall, a slip over the edge of a path and down a good ten feet only to land on his rear, he was certain he heard his loinguard crack – he could feel a particularly biting cold sneaking into that spot as he went on, which he tried his damnedest to ignore.

His helmet, too, was causing him trouble. His breathing, which grew steadily heavier the longer he walked, would fog up the visor with every exhale. It wasn’t completely impossible to see through – the material wasn’t quite glass, and didn’t fog up quite so badly as, say, a window or pair of glasses on Earth would – but he still had to squint through the blur enough to give him a hell of a headache to avoid walking into ice pillars or off of cliffs. He debated simply removing the helmet altogether, but exposing his bare face to the cold didn’t seem like a good idea.

So instead, he powered through, tripping and sliding across rocks and ice. His movements slowed as he grew steadily more numb, not to mention more exhausted by the minute. What he wouldn’t give right now to be back in his room on the Castle of Lions, wrapped up in as many blankets as he could find. Maybe with some of Hunk’s hot cocoa or Shiro’s tea. Not Pidge’s coffee; it was hot, sure, but it was as bitter as Lance after losing a round of sparring during training.

Heh. That was a good one. He’d have to remember it, find some point where it would be natural to use it. Lance always claimed that he had no sense of humor whatsoever, but Hunk actually said that Keith was getting better at –

In his distraction, Keith didn’t notice the thick crack in the ice in front of him until the toe of his boot was already in it, and he was sent sprawling to the ground, his vision whiting out for a flash when he landed on his chin and his jaw was knocked together.

He let out a groan and slowly rolled onto his side, curling inward. He needed to get up, keep walking, get back to Red. But God, getting up was so hard. His muscles were stiff as he could ever remember them being, his hands and feet throbbed. On a whim he tried to curl his fingers – he had no idea whether or not he succeeded, which was concering on its own.

The Garrison had covered first aid pretty extensively, and definitely had at least touched on what to do in extreme cold, considering the low temperatures that could be reached even within their own solar system, but admittedly, first aid hadn’t really been his forte. Especially not first aid related to cold. He was much more accustomed, after all, to weather that was too hot than weather that was too cold. If Telrov was a desert instead of a tundra, he’d surely be having no trouble at all. He knew what to do about overheating, and what signs to look out for.

And he knew that fatigue was a danger sign of heat exhaustion. If freezing was anything like heatstroke, his current sleepiness was probably a bad omen.

The shivering had stopped too, he noticed as he fought to keep his eyes open. Shivering was likely the cold equivalent to sweating. Another bad sign, but he found that he wasn’t quite as concerned as he was a little while ago. He was just too sleepy to be concerned.

He had never noticed before just how pillow-like permafrost was…

His oncoming sleep was interrupted suddenly, with a low, rumbling noise. Not from the world around him – Keith hadn’t encountered a single animal so far on Telrov, and it was unlikely there were any nearby that had managed to hide from him, at least none big enough to let out that low a growl – but seemingly from inside his head, echoing in his ears and worsening his headache.

I’m fine, he thought back to Red. Not because he was, but because that was his automatic, knee-jerk response whenever anyone was concerned enough about his wellbeing to actively check in on him, which the Red Lion usually only did in the direst of circumstances. When he’d spent hours getting beaten up by Blade agents, for example, or when he threw himself out of the airlock of a Galra ship and into the void of space.

He knew, on some level, that he wasn’t, in fact, fine. But at the moment, he couldn’t quite recall what exactly was wrong, besides just being very tired. So he didn’t bother answering any further.

Another growl in his head followed, this one laced with skepticism. It was a weird sensation, having a giant robotic lion inside his brain. Almost humorous. Keith didn’t have the energy to laugh right now, but if he did, he would have.

Red reached out again, this time sending a mental image his way. Well, more a mental sensation than an image. A feeling of icy, sharp and wet and seeping through his skin as if frost were expanding from the inside out and melting into slush to drip off of his fingertips. A sort of questioning lilt at the end.

Cold. Something about cold.

…Are you cold, Red? Keith thought at her.

The frustrated growl that she returned seemed to be as close as a lion could ever get to saying ‘You are an idiot’ in plain English. Rude.

He tried to think of some retort, glad that he could express it telepathically rather than speaking it aloud since he was pretty sure his teeth were frozen together, but before he could come up with anything at all coherent, another sensation was sent his way. At the edges of his mind, he could see the flickering of flames. Not much – the last embers of a fire in a fireplace that hadn’t been properly stoked, but that was still fighting for life.

And just as he saw it in his mind’s eye, he felt it. Sometimes in the heat of battle, Red would send him fire. A heat that would act like a sort of fuel, pumping throughout his body like blood and granting him a boost of adrenaline that could make him feel faster and stronger than he had ever been in his pre-paladin life.

Now, she was giving him that fire again, but it was different this time. It wasn’t a sharp and focused flame propelling him into action. Instead this fire was softer, more diffuse. Spreading slowly from his chest, moving more like water than like fire. Gradually melting the frost in his veins. Warming, but not burning.

Keith shivered, noticing once again how cold the world outside was compared to his insides, but that noticing came as a relief. The aches were returning – he wasn’t numb. As his blood started flowing again, he grimaced at the throbbing sensation that began in his fingers and toes, the skin stinging bitterly where it touched against the fabric of his gloves and socks, circling the silicone of the black and white rings on his middle fingers, always tucked into the safety and privacy of his gloves. He hoped it wasn’t frostbite. He didn’t doubt that a trip to the cryopod could fix it if it was, but he dreaded the way his hands and feet looked right now if they were frostbitten.

Red huffed in his mind, warm breath seeming to hit his face as the sound seeped into his ears. He curled in on himself further before blinking his eyes open, relieved to find that they were no longer stinging from the piercing cold. For several ticks, all he saw was gray, the gray of the sky fogged up by the paler gray of his breath against the helmet’s visor. Even as he watched, though, the fog was clearing, thick water droplets cutting through like rain as he warmed.

And minutes later, the world beyond the visor wasn’t gray anymore. In an instant the cloudy gray was replaced by a mass of red and white, and he found himself staring up at the Red Lion floating above him.

She let out a sound halfway between a growl and a purr, and although the Lions of Voltron had fixed, robotic faces that couldn’t show expression, Keith could swear she was looking at him with that sort of fond exasperation that a parent would give to a kid who had wandered away and later been found. The look his dad had given him as a kid when they’d lost track of each other at a zoo and security had found him trying to figure out how to climb into the hippopotamus exhibit before dragging him to the information booth and reuniting them.

A look that said, “You just did something very stupid, but I’m just glad you’re safe.”

Her mouth was agape, waiting. Not scooping him up on her own, just certain he would climb into her on his own. Keith took a deep breath before finally beginning the arduous struggle to his feet.

It took several attempts to get upright, but once he was standing on trembling legs, the ramp descended from Red’s mouth, and Keith’s hauled himself up it, against all odds making it into the cockpit without falling. Once there, he collapsed instantly into the pilot’s seat. He had never before fully appreciated just how soft the cushioning of the chair was, or how pleasant and soothing the hum of the engine, or just how cozy and warm the entire interior. Never again would he take it for granted.

One more sensation sent his way from Red, a softness added to the weight of his armor and his clinging undersuit, making them feel just a hint more like a blanket. Then she sent one more mental nudge, this one questioning.

“Yeah, Red,” Keith said softly. “That’s better. Thank you.”

With a final purr of approval, and apparently having decided Keith was too busy getting cozy and warm to pilot her himself, Red took to the air, leaving the ice behind.