#keith just groans. can't you guys just let him live

[discordiansamba]

thinking about the MFE paladins AU again this morning. Keith getting Leifsdottir and Rizavi's help to repair his dad's old hoverbike. It's been sitting and gathering dust until he was old enough to (legally) ride it, so it clearly needs to have some work done on it. They crack it open, and immediately realize it has to be a custom build because they don't even recognize some of these parts. Leave it to Keith's dad to modify his hoverbike with alien parts.

Smash cut to much later, when they're up in space and Rizavi and Leifsdottir have the chance to dismantle a Galra fighter. They crack open the engine panel. Squint. Look back at Keith.

"We're going to have another theory party. I recognize some of these parts from your dad's hoverbike."

[jungle-angel]

Dude, Where's My Underwear? (Frat!Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Rhett has a royal freak out after a Friday night rager at the frat house and literally no one can remember what happened

Warnings: Frat life, waking up with an unholy hangover, reader missing her underwear, implied orgies etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @sebsxphia @bradleybeachbabe

Notes: RIP Toby Keith, without "Red Solo Cup" I never would've gotten the idea for this fic (lol).

Rhett slowly blinked his eyes open, his vision blurred even as he rubbed away the sleepy grog.

The house was a fucking shithouse mess.

Everybody who was too drunk to stumble home had passed out on the floor with everything in disarray. Red solo cups were strewn everywhere along with a bunch of pool noodles, fading glow sticks, empty bottles and a huge pile of cans that had built up in the living room. Not since him and the rest of his Delta Tau brothers had cleaned up a notorious hoarder den off campus, had he ever seen a shithouse mess like this.

The light from the kitchen and living room windows had hit him with the white hot intensity of a thousand exploding suns, his head throbbing at the sight of it. It took everything in Rhett's power not to puke as he crawled towards the coffee table where his phone began vibrating.

"Aw fuck," he groaned when he felt his stomach lurch. It took him a minute to settle, but when he finally did, he picked up his phone and saw your contact picture.

"Hi baby," he croaked.

"You ok?" you chuckled.

"Debatable," he answered. "Where are you?"

"I'm at the grocery store," you answered. "You need anything?"

"Some Tylenol and the will to live would be great babes."

You laughed a little bit. "Alright I'll bring it over and make everybody a hangover breakfast," you told him. "Just promise me one thing though?"

"What's up?"

"No more Friday night ragers until finals are done?"

"I make no such promises sweetpea," he chuckled.

You laughed again knowing that him and his brothers would probably be doing it all again at some point or another. "Oh before you go," you said. "I'm gonna run to Wal Mart and get some extra supplies and some clean clothes. I'm missing a pair of panties and I have no idea where they went."

Rhett suddenly clenched his lip, his eyes practically bugging out of his head when you hung up.

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!" he suddenly blurted out.

The pile of empty beer cans suddenly slid to the floor, clattering and clanking as Kayce rose up out of it. "Good God what a battle," he groaned. "Are there any survivors?"

"Kayce get the fuck up!!" Rhett blurted out.

"The fuck's wrong with you?" Kayce asked, running his hands over his groggy face.

"I can't find (y/n)'s panties anywhere!"

"And this is a problem why?"

"Because the last thing I want is fuckin Smitty gettin his hands on'em," Rhett told him. "That piggly little rich asshole has been after (y/n) since she started here and I'm not about to let him claim anything I've already marked."

"Dude ya'll sound like a male cat during mating season," Kayce laughed.

"I'm serious Kayce!!" Rhett blurted out. "I've gotta find her underwear and I swear if that slimy little piece of snail cum has'em......"

"Bruh did ya'll happen to look on the turtle tank?"

Rhett's gaze turned to the turtle tank near the couch. Sure enough, there they were, a pair of red lace skivies, haphazardly thrown onto the little rock inside.

"Aw fuck," Rhett laughed. "You poor little guys, I'm so sorry."

He gave Speedy, the little brown tortoise and his female mate, a few pets on the shells, letting them lean their heads into his palm. Rhett was surprised their terrarium had survived the rager but duly made a note to have one of the freshman in the dorms take them for the weekend the next time they held a rager.

He had been about to reach in and grab the pair of underwear when Speedy somehow picked them up and stretched his little head, giving the panties to Rhett.

"I have never fuckin seen'em do that before," Kayce laughed.

"Ya'll got it on video?"

"Fuck yeah I did."

Despite the nasty hangovers, the boys made an effort to try and get some sunshine into the house. You rang the doorbell a minute later with you and two other girls from the Phi Gamma sorority, coming in, your arms full of groceries for the best hangover breakfast you could possibly make.

"Oh my God this place looks like a tornado ran through here," you laughed.

"We'll get it cleaned up sweetheart," Rhett assured you. "For now I've gotta get these assholes up."

It was a Herculean task to say the least. So many people were dead drunk in every corner of the house that Rhett was half tempted to go around with the ship's bell in the kitchen and wake everyone up. Bo had passed out in the living room with at least two other idiots having used him as a pillow, Kyle was still asleep under the coffee table, Cody was right under a window with Wes not far by. Ravi had passed out upstairs with at least three other girls and Foster had passed out in his room with his boyfriend. The newly accepted pledges were mostly in the basement while others had taken to whatever space they could find.

You cracked a few eggs into the freshly buttered pan on the stove, the sizzling loud enough to rouse a few of Rhett's brothers from their deep sleep. The whole kitchen soon smelled of eggs, bacon, sausage toast and pitch black coffee that was sure to soak up all the booze from the night before.

"Thank you baby," Rhett mumbled, wrapping both his arms and the heavy couch blanket around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"You're welcome," you chuckled kissing him back.

"Still can't remember what the hell we did last night," he croaked, rubbing his eyes.

"Did anybody take any video evidence?" asked Jessica, Bo's girlfriend from the sorority.

"I think Foster was the only one sober enough to remember," Rhett chuckled.

Foster came stumbling down the kitchen steps a split second later, hungover like the rest of them. "Oh my God, never again," he groaned.

"Your boyfriend still upstairs?" Rhett asked him.

"Yeah he was the only one sober enough to remember what happened last night," Foster answered. "Oh wait a sec....."

Foster checked his phone and sure enough, there was an unread message from his boyfriend. "Oh fuck," he said nervously.

"Wassup?" Kayce asked him.

"You guys are gonna wanna see this."

You plated Foster's breakfast before joining Rhett at the table, watching the video evidence unfold from last night. Your jaw dropped, trying to keep in the laughter of everyone's drunken shenanigans. You couldn't contain it anymore when you heard the drunken frat boys singing "Red Solo Cup" like a bunch of screeching seagulls and saw a bunch of girls throwing their underwear all over the room.

You looked at Rhett who sheepishly handed you your skivies. "I was gonna wash'em later with everybody's clothes," he told you.

You kissed him again. "No need Rhett, you're good."

And indeed he was good.

[gilyoungroach]

(screenshot because im dumb lols thank u smmm @soulreapin )

Keith hated missions on humid planets. Especially ones with environments similar to that of Earth's jungles. Sure, he lived in the desert for most of his life, but the desert air was light and dry on most days. Jungles on the other hand were sweaty and moist, the atmosphere weighing heavier than he could bear.

He extended his bayard towards a bush of foliage as he heard a loud groan behind him. It was obvious who it was as he was alone with the last person he'd ever want to be trapped in a moist forest doing physical labor along side.

"I'm dying over hereeee!" The paladin moaned as he dragged his feet through overgrown roots.

Keith snarled in his direction, "We have no choice Lance, just get over it." He felt the same way as the boy, the thick atmosphere really getting to him and pulling at his last strands of patience.

"Keith why can't we go back and play it off as if we came up short!"

"Because this is a mission. Now, help me cut through these damn bushes."

Keith turned back towards the plants that were oozing strange goo more and more with each swipe of his blade. He could pick up small mutterings from behind him--most likely Lance mocking him.

Shoving his arm under a large leaf, parting it to the side he took a step forward but paused when he heard Lance take in a large breath.

"Shiro said to keep our armor on." He reminded sternly, turning to look back at the blue paladin.

Lance groaned as he dropped his helmet to his side, arms resting on his hips. "Can't you give me a break? I'm suffocating in this thing!"

Keith furrowed his brows at how disobedient Lance was being. He could ruin the entire mission with how selfishly reckless he was acting. It wasn't like he was the only one dying. All of the paladins were parted throughout the alien jungle, searching for a strange mineral that the citizens swore was enchanted.

"That's too bad. Put it back on bef-" His scolding was interrupted by a loud yelp.

Lance clapped his gloved hand on the back of his neck as he dropped down to his knees, bayard falling to the floor as well.

"Lance! You idiot what's wrong!?" Keith moved away from the plant he was stabbing, kneeling to Lance's side. The boy had he head dropped down as he groaned.

"I- I don't...something bit.."

Keith resisted the urge to slap himself in the face in annoyance, overwhelmed by concern for the fallen paladin.

"Shiro! Lance was bit by something get over here!" He spoke into the coms, voice filled with worry.

It took a few moments before Shiro's voice buzzed back. "That child..I told you guys to keep your armor on! I'm on my way over with Pidge."

Keith grabbed Lance by his shoulders. "The others are coming. Does it hurt?" The boy didn't respond so he continued, "Lance!" He shook his body.

"Quit shaking me.." Lance looked up at his worried face. "I'm.."

Lance's eyes went from slack to splaying as wide as physically possible. There was a purple trace to his dark brown eyes. Keith waited for him to continue speaking but he just stared as if Keith's face was the only thing left in the world.

"Lance?" Keith spoke, "Are you there?"

Lance visibly gulped as he raised a hand to Keith's face. He wanted to shift away but something in his chest kept him grounded.

"Keith.."

"Lance?"

Lance leaned forward as he let out raspily, "I wanna kiss you." His eyes flitted down to Keith's lips.

Keith's eyebrows shot to his hairline, now painfully aware of their lack of proximity and Lance's burning palm on his cheek. The boy's proclamation left him speechless, and yet he didn't pull away, as if he had been waiting for this moment for his entire life.

He knew deep down he would have swapped spit with Lance at that moment, in the humid alien jungle. He would have thrown his helmet off completely disregarding the possible dangers; He would have done it if it wasn't for the sudden voices from the other paladins' interruption.

"Keith! Lance!" Shiro's voice rang from behind them, and Keith shoved the suddenly love stricken boy away with a careless amount of force.

"What's wrong with Lance?" Pidges question directed all of the paladins' gaze towards the boy who was sprawled out on the floor.

"I don't know.." Keith answered, the blush conquering his face hidden by his helmet.

Shiro squatted down by Lance, lifting him up by the shoulders. "Where was he bitten?" He asked, not looking away from Lance.

Lance on the other hand, was staring at Keith. Their eyes meeting the moment he sat up.

"Earth to Keith..." Pidge spoke, waving her hand in front of his face.

"Oh, he had his hand covering the left side of his neck."

Shiro nodded, investigating the bite. It was a glowing purple, a concerning color for a wound as it could be the sign of a strange alien venom. "We should get him to the castle. Maybe Coran knows what it is." He said as he lifted Lance up, arm over his shoulder.

Lance, ignoring Shiro's aid, threw himself towards Keith like a damsel in distress. All of the paladins had the same reaction--utter confusion.

"Okay, what the fuck?" Pidge spoke first as she watched Lance basically koala himself onto the brooding teen.

Keith sputtered out a response as he held Lance in his arms. "I don't know he's been acting like this since he got bit.." As if Lance acting like this wasn't enough, him acting like this in front of all of their friends.

After many unsuccessful attempts at prying Lance off of Keith, many of which almost ended in someone getting bit, they decided it was best to leave Lance draped over him.

They walked back in silence--well almost silence, because the entire treck back to the castle consisted in Lance whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

"You're skin is so pretty I wanna bite it.."

"Thanks." Keith coughed out.

"I wanna hold your hands, I love your hands they're so large and your fingers are so long..I wanna see them-"

"Lance." Keith sputtered, face growing hotter with each comment.

Pidge stared back at them in disgust and a twinge of the urge to puke everywhere. "What kind of bug even does this?"

--

"It's a love bug!' Coran spoke enthusiastically.

The paladins were sitting at a table waiting for Coran's deduction--most at least. Lance sat in Keith's lap, arms slung desperately over his shoulders. They had left their armor in their hangers, so Keith's red face was left mercilessly on show.

Shiro eyed him with pity, "How long until the effects wear off?"

"That my dear paladins, I cannot answer."

"Why not!?" Keith spat out, his heart rushing faster at the idea of Lance being in love with him for an unknown amount of time, even more so because he had found himself almost liking the new affection.

"Yea! Why not!?" Lance yelled as well, most likely not understanding at all but following whatever Keith had said.

Coran sighed, "The Love Bug changes from plantary system to planatary system, there's no rhyme or reason behind their attributes. We'll unfortunately have to wait."

"So we're waiting until bite to wears off or until Keith dies of embrassment?" Pidge joked, "My votes are on Keith's early demise."

She glanced at Hunk, waiting for him to join in on the lighthearted poking, but instead, his eyes were focused on the blue paladin that was struck by an alien's cupid arrow. His face was cringing painfully with each move Lance made on Keith, as if a guilt was punching him in the gut.

Lance reached a hand up to Keith's jaw, pushing it to face him. "Where are you looking? I'm over here handsome." He purred with a smirked.

Keith felt like puking, not because he was disgusted but because Lance's entire being, every gesture, every love struck smirk, every dilation of his pupil once Keith made eye contact with him, was causing his stomach to flip and flood with butterflies.

"Lance you-"

The love struck boy suddenly craned his face up, landing a huge smooch on Keith's chin, and then another on his cheek.

If smoke could physically burst from his ears, it would have with how much heat Keith's face was producing. His brain spun uselessly as he let Lance pepper more and more small kisses on his face and neck.

"Lance!" Shiro yelled, pushing up from his chair. Pidge started dying with laughter, and to her left, Hunk let out the loudest, stressfilled sigh a human could possibly produce.

--

Quarantine hadn't boded well. They had all mutually agreed to lock Lance in his room until the bug's venom left his system, but it resulted in him wailing for Keith as he pounded and clawed at his bedroom door. It would have been cruel to leave him alone any longer, and with Keith's consent, he was let free.

But Keith was gravely reconsidering the decision as the moment he was out, he latched onto his arm, whispering drunk words once again.

Keith retreated to the training area. He couldn't stand the other paladins watching Lance act like an idiot, especially when Keith was the victim of his idiocy.

"I want to touch you again, please." He begged from his spot on the training deck floor. Keith had forced him to sit down a few hours ago as he set up.

Keith almost got stabbed in the stomach, completely thrown off guard by Lance's pleas. "Lance you can't say that when I'm training. You can't say that ever!" He snarled as he sliced into the metallic abdomin of the training bot, it decomposed into a hologram as the castle announced the next stage.

"But I love you!"

The robots acended from the floor as Keith held his sword firmly, his grip tightening til his fingers turned white. "Lance. Shut up."

"I can't help the way I feel!"

'Yea, because of that damn poison,' he thought in response, charging at the attack simulation.

"Please I just wanna feel your lips on mine! I wanna hold your hand, and hug your waist until the end of time! I wanna-"

"Lance." Keith spoke with ragged breaths, his face covered with an embarrassing red, "Please, shut up."

The castles automated voice silenced Lance's light footsteps, Keith hadn't even realized Lance was walking towards him until he felt warm lips on the back of his neck, revealed by his tied up hair.

A strange concoction of mirth and anxiety shivered up his spine as he spun around to face Lance. "You- I- Stop doing that!" He cupped the back of his sweaty neck that was tingling from Lance's touch.

--

The night didn't go well either. Once again, putting Lance in his room caused a tantrum and destruction so alternatively, Keith let him spend the night it his room.

Another decision that he regretted as the monent he slipped into bed, Lance jumped in with him, arms circling his waist. "Lance, I told you to sleep on the floor."

"How can I sleep so far away from you? It physically wounds me to be apart when you're within my reach."

"..Whatever." He huffed out, shoving his blushing face into his pillow.

Lance pulled their bodies closer together, shoving his face into Keith's slightly damp hair. (He had also asked to take a shower together, but Keith fervently refused the offer) His arms enclosed him, hands teasing the hem of his shirt. Keith felt a scream bubble in his throat but he swallowed it down.

"Sweet dreams my samurai.." Lance spoke with a soft voice as he put his lips on his shoulder one final time before passing out.

Keith, on the other hand, remained awake the entire night, staring at his dark wall until his eyes unfocused. Consciously aware of every movement the boy behind him was making, every breath that hit his nape, every sleeping nuzzle into his hair.

How could he sleep when a man he apparently is criminally attracted to was glued to his back?

The morning came both too soon and took way too long to approach. Keith's eyes throbbed from the lack of sleep, but all the pain went numb when he heard a small grunt from behind him. Lance rose from the bed, rubbing his eyes.

"What..." He slowly grumbled out, his voice a thousand octives deeper from drowsiness. His hands slowly came down from rubbing his face as he eyes shot open, head craning painfully slowly to Keith. "I-"

Keith shoved him off the bed, face red as a tomato. He winced when he heard a loud thump as Lance made contact with the floor.

"Ugh....Keith! What the hell man!?"

He was obviously back to normal.

"Why am I-" He was about to ask but suddenly interrupted himself, "Oh my god..."

Keith watched his slow approach to realization from atop his bed. His face grew even redder as the boy came to remember his mistakes from the past day.

"Keith, oh my god..." Lance's face was matching pigment of blood rushing red, his hands coming up to cover his features. "Fuck oh my god I'm- I'm so sorry."

Keith didn't know how to react. Cry? Laugh? Punch him in the face? All of the above?

Lance stood to his feet as he started pacing around the small room. "Shit. Fuck. Jesus.."

If Shiro was in the room he would have told him to watch his language, but he wasn't. It was just Keith and Lance, alone, left to deal with the aftermath of a strange love potion.

"I don't know what came over me, I just saw you and felt all of my urges lose rationality, the need to hold you, kiss you, touch you, they just exploded! Fuck I didn't mean to, I know you wanted none of that I'm so sorry. You can punch me if you want, actually you don't even need to I'll just eject myself into space-"

"Lance. It's...It's okay." Keith interrupted his spiraling rant, "I didn't...I didn't even hate it...that much.." He admitted, hiding his face with his gloved hand.

"You- I-"

"I'm saying I like you idiot. If anyone should be sorry it's me. I- I took advantage of you when you couldn't even control yourself..." Keith replied, ashamed of his actions.

Lance walked towards him, caging him between his arms as he pointed a long finger back and forth between them. "You. Me. You-"

"I'm sorry.."

Lance laughed, eyes scarily wide open as he tugged on Keith's shirt, connecting their lips together, "I- Fuck I like you too.."

Keith let out a laugh in utter disbelief. "What?"

"I've liked you since I saw that shitty mullet at the Garrison." He laughed again, physically on cloud nine.

"Kiss me again, do it before I throw you." Keith grinned, and before he could continue Lance tackled him, lips crashing into eachother.

The End byebye

>3<

[sailormew4]

I'M BACK AND WITH TWO UPDATES?! WHAT REALITY IS THIS?

Story Summary:

Chapter Summary: Keith sees some people from his past, and he isn't exactly a happy cat.

~~ Snippet ~~

There's a lot things Keith hates being about a cat, but there's also some perks like landing on his feet, being agile, but the best would be having this sixth sense of danger. Anytime at his time at the high school he could just sense when a dumb teenager would try to grab him or pick him which usually they met with his claws - another thing Keith slightly enjoys having. Though he doesn't like having that feeling when he's vulnerable in Lance's house. His fur stands on its end as he holds back a hiss. He looks up to see none other than the Witch sitting on the couch.

Keith lets out a hiss as Lance looks confused at the attitude. Maybe Lance does know of his curse and toyed with him to get his trust, but some part of him didn't believe that. His posture is too stiff near Lotor, granted though everyone felt uncomfortable around that guy. Though it's better to be vigilant than let his guard down for even a second.

Lance looks at him then at Lotor as he asks, “Are you sure this is your missing cat? He doesn't look he's…. fond of you.”

Missing cat?! I'm no one’s cat! Keith lets out another hiss before Lance looks at him with a sad look, as Keith stops hissing for a moment. Why is he sad?

Lance strides over to Keith as he picks him up gently petting him, but is a touch harsher than his usual way of petting. Keith looks at him as he's slightly shaking being so near to Lotor. Lotor smiles at Keith as he extends a finger at him as Keith simply bites the finger.

“Ow! Why you little stra-” starts Lotor before looking at Lance who's terrified of Lotor right now. “ Strange kitty... I missed so dearly .”

'Wow. Don't hurt yourself with that 180 Witch' Keith looks at Lance who's staying as far away from Lotor as possible. Lance looks at him with a pitiful look as he places Keith right in between him and Lotor.

“Well Lotor, before you take Red back how about I give him some food and water,” says Lance as he quickly stands up as he walks in the direction of the kitchen with stiff movement before turning back to Lotor with the fakest of smiles. “Would you like anything to drink Lotor?”

“Some tea would be perfect if you have any,” says Lotor with a smile as he goes in to pet Keith, but Keith retaliates with a scratch. Lotor grimaces in pain holding his bleeding knuckles.

Lance quickly mentions how it might take a while as Lotor looks at Keith with an evil glare as he replies, “Of course. Take all time you need.”

As soon as Lance is out of sight Keith feels sharp nails run through his four as he hisses at Lotor. Lotor looks at him with a bored expression, but still has a smile at each wince Keith shudders from pain. The sound of a can opens and a teapot whistling causes Lotor to grab the scruff of Keith's fur as his bored expression turns into a deathly glare.

“You think you can escape me by running off and finding Leandro's reincarnation? Not a chance Kogane,” bites out Lotor with an angry expression before tossing him on the floor unceremoniously and yanking him by the scruff again.

Keith doesn't have time to react to the pain more concerned at Lotor’s conclusion. Lance is not Leandro. Lance is just Leandro's descendant. Anyone that knew Leandro well enough could see that Lance may look like him, but he doesn't act like him. Lotor growls at his silence as he yanks harder on Keith's scruff where he's certain a couple hairs must've been plucked out despite the curse. Lotor’s eyes glow a deadly gold as he puts Keith right in his face.

“You really think you can break my curse simply by waiting out with him? Oh nonono no . That's not going to happen, you lowly stray. Because I will win Leandro's love. In this lifetime and every lifetime. And you know where that will leave you ?” taunts Lotor with a fake pitiful smile before throwing him on the floor. “You'll be all alone again.”

Keith lets out a hiss, a mixture of pain and anger, as he turns to Lotor ready to scratch out those eyes and ruining all the beauty that he loves to brag about. Though before either of them can do anything a metal clatter breaks their attention. Keith looks back to see Lance with empty hands and Keith's bowl of water splashed all over the floor.

“Lance?! You finished…. earlier than expected,” comments Lotor actually looking like he feels bad about what he just did.

Lance doesn't reply before rushing over to Keith and holding him protectively before giving Lotor the coldest glare that Keith's never seen on even Leandro's face. Lance pets Keith soothingly and gently as possible to rid any of the pain that Lotor gave him.

“What are you doing to Red? I thought you said you were his owner. You're supposed to love and care for him! Not hurt him! I'm starting to see why he ran away!” explodes Lance not loosening his grip on Keith one bit before rushing over to the front door and flings it open before pointing to it. “Get. Out. Lotor. If I ever see you again near me, my house, or even Red. I will not hesitate to call the cops! So I think it's in your best interest you leave .”

Lotor looks gobsmacked at Lance's explosion and honestly Keith is too. Leandro's family were strong in religious beliefs, but they were kindest people anyone had the pleasure of meeting. Keith can't help, but purr in awe at it. No one expect Keith everstood up to Lotor. It's truly… enlightening to see it.

Lotor stands up in shock, but at of the mere change Leandro went through. It's actually a welcoming change. Lotor enjoys a person playing hard to get, so if Leandro became more outspoken in this life Lotor welcomes it with open arms. Though he does know his place as stands and walks out the door, yet not without stopping in front of “Lance” and Keith.

“I do hope one day we can clear this up my dear,” says Lotor before looking at Keith. “And maybe. someone won't stop us.”

“ Please leave,” says Lance ignoring Lotor’s comment. As soon as Lotor leaves Lance slams the door and locks the door.

Lance waits for a moment looking out the window making sure Lotor leaves. He holds out hope Lotor lied about being a neighbor, but nope of lives right across the street as he kicks down a ‘SOLD’ sign. Apparently, he's a new neighbor. Lance closes the curtains before taking Keith to the couch with him. He groans before looking at the time. He's got an hour before he's late to work.

Lance looks down at Keith with a sad look as he says, “Well, I can't leave you here with that psycho out there. Who knows what he might do.”

Lance looks at the time and his messages to see both Hunk and Pidge sent him about being busy (Hunk with a date with Shay and Pidge is hanging out with Matt). He can't trust any of the other neighbors in case Lotor is watching and goes there.

Lance pets Keith gently before placing him down as he grabs the bowl of food he left on the counter and places it in front of Keith. Lance sighs sadly, before smiling seeing Keith eating away.

“Yep. Better eat up Red. You're coming to work with me,” says Lance as he hopes that his boss isn't going to be mad at him bringing a cat in the Diner.

Keith loved diners when he was human. His favorite are the times he took Leandro the famous Lion Diner. He still remembered the time he took him there for the first time.

[silasnce]

for the pairing number thing I can't decide between 3 and 18 and I really don't know which ship??So Which ever is the first to come to mid for you

Why not combine them? :D

As for ships hmmMMmmmMm klunk?

A high pitched scream from somewhere in the castleship caused Hunk to flinch and almost drop the delicate machinery he was about to pass off to Pidge. Pidge huffed, adjusting her glasses as she lifted her head from behind her monitor to look towards the hangar doors. “Sounds like Lance.”

Hunk frowned. “Do you think it’s serious?”

“If it is, you already know he’s coming straight here.”

They both jumped again at another shout, staring wide-eyed at the doors now. Hunk set the piece he just fixed together down, afraid of dropping it. “Now, that sounds like Keith. What do you think happened this time?”

“Training accident?”

“Maybe… but I think it’s something more personal.”

“Like…?”

“Well, I happened to notice that the jar with that alien worm in it that you were observing went missing this morning.”

Pidge cocked an eyebrow at him. “The one that grows and shrinks to consume its prey?”

“It’s carnivorous?”

“Yep.”

“Well then…”

“No! What the fuck?! Get that thing aWAY FROM ME!” Lance burst into the hangar with Keith right on his heels. They slammed the door shut just as the gigantic worm lunged for them. A metallic thud followed. They slumped over with their hands on their knees, their breathing labored.

Keith was the first to lift his head, a glare marring his face. “What were you doing?!”

“Uh? Running for my life? What do you think I was doing?!” Lance straightened up with a glare of his own.

“Woah! Woah, guys! Let’s just take a moment to calm down.” Hunk approached them with both hands raised in a placating manner. Keith and Lance glanced to him before dropping their gazes and shuffling their feet. “Now, what happened?”

“Lance broke into my room.”

Lance sputtered indignantly, “Excuse me?! I didn’t break in. I knocked!”

“Yeah, knocked and then let yourself in without me saying you could.”

“I had something to show you!”

“You could’ve waited until I said you could come in to show me the killer worm.”

“Fuck. Off. As if I was supposed to know a tiny, purple worm was gonna try and kill us!”

“I literally told you yesterday that it was carnivorous, Lance,” Pidge sighed, rubbing a hand over her face. “Look. I’m gonna climb through the vents and try to get Coran or Allura to help me with the worm. You guys stay here, and Hunk, make sure they don’t touch anything.”

“Anything?” Lance asked.

“Anything,” Pidge stood and made her way to the vent.

“Nothing? Not even our wonderful, beautiful boyfriend Hunk?”

Pidge stiffened and turned back to him with scowl. “No. I will make you scrub and clean this entire hangar, don’t even test me. You three keep your hands to yourselves, or so help me, I will make your lives absolute hell.”

Pouting, Lance watched her climb into the vent and sat on the floor. Then, he grinned, “You know, she never said anything about touchi-”

“No, Lance,” Hunk and Keith said simultaneously. Lance flopped back to lay on the floor with a groan.

[yuki-setsu]

12 Days of (Lance) Whumpmas! - Day 7 [Allergic Reaction]

late afff omg i’m sorry i had a hard time with this day because i’m not used to writing allergic reactions askfjalk

part of the 12 Days of VLD Whumpmas hosted by @vldwhumpmas2017! check out more info on the challenge here if you want to participate!

It started when Lance started to have trouble sleeping. It wasn't bad, but Pidge's headphones and the sleeping mask weren't working as well as they used to. It was enough to leave him lying in bed at random hours of the night, enveloped in complete darkness but wide awake. So one day, he sought out Coran after everyone had split up into their own evening activities. Lance found him still on the bridge, leisurely tapping away at the tablet in his hands.

“Coran, my man.” Lance called out, sauntering over with a grin.

Coran glanced up, eyes crinkling in a smile when he spotted Lance. “Did you need something, my boy?”

“I just had a... question. Is there any kind of fancy Altean medicine that helps with sleeping on this ship?”

Coran tilted his head. “Sleeping? Are you having trouble falling asleep at night?”

It felt a bit silly now that Lance was having the conversation. But at this point, he might as well go through with it. “Yeah. A bit.”

Coran hummed thoughtfully, shutting off the tablet and setting it aside. “I can't say for certain that a medicine comes to mind. Oh!” His eyes lit up, and he headed towards the main doors, a hand up as a signal for Lance to wait. “One moment, I might have just the thing!”

And so Lance waited, hands in his pockets as he watched space drift on by outside the windows. Maybe he could get drowsy if he just slept next to a window, watching the expanse of stars and planets lazily float past. Sleeping on the ground might be a bit uncomfortable, though. He heard the doors slide open again, turning to see Coran jog back inside with a jar in his hands. Things that looked like orange jellybeans filled the container, nothing like what he imagined when he thought of sleeping medicine.

“These are called Lilipyrs!” Coran explained, twisting the jar open. Lance leaned in for a closer look. Didn't really smell like anything. “I don't believe humans know of it, but they are known to induce drowsiness and relaxing properties in those who take it. One Lilipyr should be plenty for you. Taste is great, so no worries on that!”

Lance grinned, picking one out from the jar and tucking it into his pocket. “Better than nothing. Thanks, Coran! I'll let you know how it goes.”

He headed off to his room early that night, eating dinner a bit sooner than the others and getting ready for bed. He hadn't gotten a decent night's sleep in a few days, and he was fully prepared to tuck in before his usual time and catch a couple more hours to make up for it. He felt so impatient to get to sleep that he decided to forsake his skin care routine this time around—he'd probably yell at himself for that tomorrow morning—and opted to just slip into his pajamas instead.

A few minutes later, Lance was perched at the end of his bed, the small orange bean in his hand. He stared at it for a long moment, contemplating. Coran did mention that humans haven't tried it yet... Was it safe? Not that he ever assumed Coran would just willingly hand him something that could endanger his life, but still...

Maybe he'd try sleeping on his own one more time.

Lance shuffled into bed, careful to set the bean next to his pillow before he slid on the sleeping mask and headphones. Guess these extra hours would be his test run. He tucked his blanket around him before settling onto the pillow, wriggling around to get into a comfortable position. And once he did, it was just deep breathing and trying to relax from there on out.

And he tried, he really did. He was pretty sure it had been at least an hour before he sat back up, sliding up his mask with a groan. Well, this wasn't working. He blinked, letting his vision adjust to the darkness of his room as he groped around for the bean on his bed. Once his hand closed around the small object, he didn't hesitate to pop it in his mouth and chew. His eyes widened at the burst of flavor, something akin to a tropical taste. Definitely tasty, like Coran said. If it had been a snack, he could've eaten those all day. He chewed a bit more, savoring the flavor before he swallowed, letting his stomach digest for a few seconds before he settled back into bed, sleeping mask back on. Hopefully the thing worked fast.

But a few minutes later, Lance almost felt more awake, an uncomfortable sensation in his chest. He tried to ignore it, but it felt like an itching that crawled its way up his body and to his throat. It got too much, and Lance sat back up, discarding the headphones and sleeping mask on the bed as he tried to figure out what was bothering him so much.

He itched. Why was he itching? The room was too dark, and he pushed himself out of bed to turn the lights on. The lights snapped on, and Lance squinted at the light, adjusting to the white and zeroing in on his arms. His wrists were beginning to look red and irritated, angry bumps making their way up towards his arms.

For a few seconds, Lance just stared, wondering if he was seeing things properly. Something like this never happened before. The sudden burst of panic seemed to tighten his chest, and he found it significantly more difficult to breathe. He skimmed his fingers over the bumps, ignoring the way he trembled. Okay, something was definitely wrong. It must have been what Coran gave him, there wasn't any other explanation. He'd go and get it fixed...

He stumbled out into the hallway, feeling like the air was punched out of his lungs once he started to move again. He barely caught himself against the wall, holding himself up as he gripped at his arms, his fingers reflexively scratching at the skin to relieve the constant itching. Would he even make to to Coran's quarters?

Lance glanced at the room just down the hall, biting down a groan. He really didn't want to, but the panic overrode everything. He made his way to Keith's door, knocking weakly before he slumped against it, trying to catch his breath. It was starting to feel like he was breathing through straws at this point. It was terrifying, to say the least.

When the door slid open, Lance just barely realized he was still leaning on it before he tumbled forward. He fell against something soft before he hit the ground, and it took him a second to realize Keith caught him before they fell. If this was any other situation, this would've been one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

“Ow,” Keith groaned, trying to sit back up. Lance wanted nothing more than to get off of Keith's chest, but his body was too busy trying to get air into his lungs, and his arms were feeling really uncomfortable. “Lance, what the hell—”

“G-get Coran.” Lance wheezed, finally managing to push himself onto his knees. One hand gripped at the cloth above his chest, wishing that he could breathe better if he just tore it off. “I'm—I can't—”

Hands grabbed at Lance's face before he found Keith staring right at him, eyes wide. “Dude, your face...” Lance didn't know what that meant, but then Keith was looking over his shoulder and yelling out into the hallway. “Shiro? Guys! I need help over here!”

Lance tried to stand, struggling to take in a full breath. “K-Keith...”

Keith looked back, expression grim before he turned around and picked Lance up in a piggyback. “Sorry. It might be harder to breathe like this, but I'm gonna run.”

Lance tried to nod, his chest feeling like it had already shrunk half its size as Keith got up. His forehead fell against Keith's shoulder, too tired to waste any more energy on something that wasn't breathing. His arms burned. His face hurt.

There was pounding footsteps down the before Lance heard them stop right in front of him. “Keith?” It was Shiro, panting. “What's going on?”

“Something's wrong with Lance. Can you get Coran and meet us in the medical bay?”

Lance didn't hear Shiro respond, but he heard his footsteps already sprinting away before Keith started to run as well. He had to admit that Keith ran fast, though. It wasn't long before he found himself sitting on a table in the medical bay, Keith holding him back up by the shoulders. He looked lost, unsure of what to do, and Lance couldn't blame him because he didn't really know either. At least he could still breathe, even though each inhale sent a shudder through his body with the effort it took. He ducked his head, shutting his eyes and working through each breath. Keith shifted Lance's weight onto one arm, and Lance felt a hand start to rub slow and hesitant circles on his back, which felt surprisingly comforting. Never thought he'd live to see the day.

After a short moment, he felt Keith's hands disappear before someone else cupped his face, and Lance blinked his eyes open to see Coran, eyes awash with concern.

“Hang in there, my boy. I'll fix this.” Coran had Lance lie down, but he rolled over onto his side because it was too hard to breathe on his back. Suddenly, Hunk filled his vision, holding his hand and saying something Lance couldn't quite make out. When did Hunk even get here?

He watched Hunk glance over before scooting aside a bit for Coran, who busied himself with the arm that Hunk wasn't occupying. Lance tried to look, but Hunk drew his attention again.

“Coran's just giving you some stuff to help you feel better, man.” Hunk said with a smile, running his free hand through Lance's hair. “Just focus on breathing with me. It should get easier soon.”

Lance did, listening to Hunk count off each inhale and exhale every time. And a minute later, whatever Coran did must've worked, because his chest loosened and his arms stopped itching as much. It was a relief to air whoosh into his lungs like they normally did, calming the hazy panic that had been enveloping him. For a few minutes, he took in larger and larger breaths, grateful for the reprieve. His head slumped against the table, exhausted.

“Wha' happened?” Lance mumbled.

Hunk squeezed his hand sympathetically. “From what I heard, Coran gave you something to help you sleep? Guess your body didn't react well to it.” He blew out a breath. “You could say it was an allergic reaction. Coran gave you something to stop the thing from spreading and counter the effects.”

“Oh.” He was allergic to a space jellybean. That sounded great. He shifted the arm Coran had working on, spotting something similar to an IV drip attached to it. The liquid looked kind of yellow though, which was a little gross.

Coran had been standing a few feet away, speaking quietly with Allura—he didn't remember when she got here, either—and checking something on his tablet before he caught Lance's gaze and stepped over. “How do you feel?”

“Better. Thanks.”

Coran shook his head, frowning. “I should be the one apologizing. I should have checked it to make sure it was compatible with humans before giving it to you. I'm just glad we stopped it before it got worse.” He lifted a hand, light as a feather above Lance's arm. “Think you can go on your back now, my boy? I'd like to keep you here for a bit to make sure everything's fine.”

Lance nodded, finally letting go of Hunk's hand and shifting onto his back with a sigh. He caught Keith standing near his head, arms crossed with an unreadable expression.

Lance grinned. “Never thought I'd say this, but thanks for the piggyback.”

Keith flushed, gaze trained on the wall next to him. “It was nothing. As long as you're better now.”

“At least I remember you cradling me in your arms this time around, dude.” Lance's smile grew when Keith turned even redder.

He heard Pidge's voice somewhere to the side, and Lance turned to catch her heading towards him, pillow in hand. Shiro was just behind, hugging an armful of blankets. She pressed herself next to Hunk, moving to get the pillow under Lance's head.

Once she'd finished her task, she took a moment to get a good look at Lance. “Feeling better?” She squinted. “Your face looks a little swollen.”

“Oh trust me, it was a lot worse before.” Hunk supplied unhelpfully.

Lance's eye's widened. “Wait, how swollen are we talking here?”

“Alright guys, we need to let Lance rest a bit.” Shiro chimed in, careful to avoid the IV as he draped the blanket on Lance. “Once Coran says everything's fine, you can go sleep in your room. We'll be here in case anything happens.”

Lance shifted under the blankets. “You guys don't need to stay here. Go do... whatever you were doing.”

“It's for our peace of minds.” Allura said, popping up next to Shiro. She smiled warmly. “Rest, Lance.”

To be fair, he was actually feeling pretty sleepy. Would've been nice if he didn't need a near-death experience to get to this point, though. His eyes drooped shut, the low chatter of voices a soothing noise in his head. Sleep came easily this time.

[ness-writes]

Headcanon where Keith can't swim and Lance comes to his rescue?

“Good news, team!” Allura’s voice rang through the commonroom, sudden and loud. Pidge glanced up from their holopad, Hunk made analarmed sound, and Lance started so badly he nearly fell off of the couch.Rolling his eyes, Keith turned his attention from the plans he’d been goingover with Shiro to the Princess.

Shiro laughed as Lance righted himself, the Blue paladinglaring in Allura’s direction. “What good news would that be, princess?” Heasked curiously, setting his notebook aside. Everyone’s attention had beencaught by the sudden intrusion, Allura’s smile huge as the paladins gathered inthe living area. Keith made his way over to the couch, sitting between Lanceand Pidge, and Shiro stood behind them.

“Well, you all have been working so hard, lately, and Ithink we all deserve a bit of a break.” She announced, unable to keep the smileoff of her face. “We’re hovering near a planet that has a similar climate toearth–and while Coran and I were researching it to see if it’d be a good placeto land and recoup, we discovered a large body of water. Once we can test thewater and make sure it’s safe, it seems like it’d act similar to a beach fromearth.”

“Woah woah woah-“ Lance said to her, sitting up straighterimmediately. “Are you tellin’ me that we might be able to go to the beach?”

Allura nodded, her smile widening. “I figured going landingsomewhere similar to your home planet would be a nice break for you all. We’llbe landing in just a few minutes, and after that, you’ll be free to explore.”

“Seriously?” Lance jumped up from the couch, his own smilerivaling Allura’s. “Oh man, sweet!”

“I wonder if it’ll have crops similar to earth too.” Hunksaid, grinning as he sat up.

“Forget crops! I’m going swimming!” Lance disappeared downthe hallway.

Pidge rolled their eyes, though they stood as well. “I missearth. I’m going to go find some sort of umbrella for the beach.” He said,following Lance out of the common area.

Shiro wrapped an arm around Allura’s shoulders, smiling ather. “I think this will definitely boost morale.” He said, kissing the top ofher head.

Smiling up at him, she placed a hand on his chest. “Shall wego and get ready for the beach, then? Alteans love swimming.”

As everyone began filtering out of the room, Hunk went overand patter Keith’s shoulder. “Hey, are you going to come swimming witheveryone?” He asked curiously.

“I don’t like the water.” Keith said, though he stood withthe intent to follow suit. “I guess I’ll just hang out on the beach withPidge.” He mused, heading down to his own room to change.

~~~An hour later, the water had been tested, the temperature was fine, and thepaladins were headed off of the castle ship for the first time in a long while.

Lance, with a huge grin and a towel wrapped around hisshoulders, kicked off his shoes and ran down into the sand, whooping andhollering as he pulled his shirt off in preparation to get into the water. Hunkfollowed suit, just as excited to try out the water, as Shiro and Allurasauntered down hand in hand. Keith and Pidge had both set up towels under a big,umbrella like contraption.

Without much hesitation, the yellow and blue paladins werestripped down and running into the water, and Shiro and Allura were undressingin preparation to join them. Shiro gave Pidge and Keith a smile. “Are you guysgoing to get into the water? You guys deserve this break, everyone should takeit easy and enjoy the water.” He said tossing his shirt to the side.

“I might go see if I can find any sea life, but I’m justgoing to watch for now.” Pidge said, waving their hand. “Let those morons testthe waters before I worry about it.”

Shiro rolled his eyes. “Keith, what about you? You look likeyou could use some sun.” He said, glancing to the sky. “Well. Light, I guess.”

Keith shrugged, clad in shorts and a tank top that Lance hadloaned him, because everything he had was either long sleeved or jeans. “I’mnot a big fan of the water.” He said simply, shaking his head. “I think I’mfine right here.”

“Come on, Keith!” Called Lance, from somewhere off of shore.He was already drenched, Hunk knee deep in the water as well. Without warning,Lance jumped on Hunk, wrapping his legs around him and subsequently sendingthem both into the water with a huge splash. Lance surfaced seconds later, hiseyes bright and his smile huge. “Don’t be a buzzkill, man, get in the water!”

“I don’t want to-“ Keith called back, glaring halfheartedlyas Allura and Shiro made their way toward the water. “Who knows what’s inthere?”

Lance stuck his tongue out, falling backwards into thewater. “Laaaame, Keith!”

Pidge rolled their eyes before standing slowly, shootingKeith a sheepish smile.

“Pidge, no.” Keith moaned. “Don’t abandon me, we have tostay strong! You can’t just join them!”

“Sorry, Keith, the water looks nice.” Pidge said, taking offtheir shoes. “Just come get in the water, you’ll be fine.” They insisted, makingtheir way down to the shore.

Huffing tiredly, Keith wrapped his arms around his knees,glaring at the body of water before him. Everyone was having a great time,messing around and playing. Hunk had Lance on his shoulders, and Shiro hadAllura on his, splashing each other and falling over and laughing wildly.

Groaning audible, Keith bent over to take off his shoesbefore standing up. Emerging from the waist up, Lance grinned at him, wavinghim over. “Come on, Keithy-boy! Really, the water feels great.”

Unable to help the hint of a smile that came to his face,Keith nodded, making his way toward the water. As long as his feet touched theground, he’d be fine.

The water was the perfect temperature, cool enough to becomfortable but not enough to give him goosebumps. The sand was a strange, gray-ishcolor, but the water was clear, and he could see tons of foreign lookingfossils and shells through it. When he glanced up, Lance was wading over,grinning hugely at him.

“Isn’t this great?” He asked, water cascading down his chestsince he’d just emerged from underwater again. “It’s just like the beach onearth. This whole planet looks like it-“ He said, glancing wistfully at thehorizon.

“Yeah, it does.” Keith said, following Lance’s gaze to thefamiliar looking trees and foliage. “Maybe we can explore a little, see whatkinds of plans they have and all that.” Keith mused, turning back to look atLance, only to find the blue paladins eyes on him. As Lance glanced away, Keithcould’ve sworn he saw the slightest hint of a blush, but he was quick to turnback to the water. “Come on, get your feet wet.” He joked, grabbing his wrist. “Alittle water isn’t going to ruin your hair.”

Keith rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the spike ofnervousness as he waded further into the water. Still, he followed Lance out tomeet the others, relieved when he found everyone was only waist deep in thewater.  

Everyone had settled down a little, though everyone wasthoroughly drenched at this point. There were small waves, though, whichsplashed up to Keith’s torso, and he had the undeniable urge to step a littlefurther away, toward the shore.

Then, though, Lance was on top of him, dragging him into thewater as the others giggled around them. His vision went white, his stomach droppingwhen he went underwater. Despite Lance’s arms around him at first, they disappearedquickly, and when Keith flailed, his feet trying to find the ground, he found thewaves pushing him further down.

Quickly, panic overcame him, and he inhaled sharply, chokingon the water. He managed to surface, briefly, choking before another wave cameover him and forced him back under. How he’d managed to get so deep so quickly,he had no idea, but his toes barely reached the sand, and he couldn’t get hishead above the water. He was struggling, splashing, hoping that someone wouldnotice, but then his vision was darkening at the edges, and his chest burnedwith the lack of oxygen and the sting of the inhaled water.

Just as Keith was giving up, he felt strong arms around him,pulling him to the surface and toward the shallows of the water. Head lollingback, Keith felt his consciousness waver, though not before he heard theterrified shouting from whoever dragged him toward the shore.

The next thing Keith knew, he was heaving over to the side,choking up water into the sand. His head felt like it was floating as he inhaledsharply, his lungs aching with the lack of breath. Hacking, he coughed upwhatever had gotten into his lungs, his vision blurred and spotty as his bodytried, valiantly, to get the oxygen it needed.

“Jesus, Keith, what the hell?” Keith flopped over on hisback, desperately trying to catch his breath. Lance was looming over him, hisown chest heaving, hair dripping. “What happened? Are you okay, oh my god–“

Keith closed his eyes, sucking in stinging breaths, unableto get his head to stop floating. “I’m fine.” He croaked, his voice soundinglike he’d gargled nails.

Allura jogged over, dropping to her knees with a water bottle.Both she and Lance helped Keith sit up, and she offered him a bottle of water. “Drink,Keith, it’ll help. Are you sure you’re alright? What happened?”

Keith couldn’t help the burning shame that spread across hisface as he accepted the water with trembling hands, taking a couple of slowsips and wincing at how it felt going down. “I’m fine, I’m sorry for worryingyou, I just…” He sighed, the tips of his ears colored a deep red. “I can’tswim, very well. I thought I’d be fine, since we weren’t in deep, but I couldn’tget my footing, and…”

“Oh my god.” Lance said again, and for the first time, Keithgot a good look at his face. The distress was easy to see, the anxiety andpanic in his eyes hard to ignore. “Holy shit, man, I’m so sorry.” Suddenly,Lance’s arms were around him, and Keith couldn’t help but lean into theembrace, all but exhausted. “It was totally my fault, I should have-“

“No, Lance, it’s fine.” Keith muttered back, awkwardlywrapping his arms around him. “I should have said something about it earlier.

Lance pulled away after a long moment, taking in the pallorof Keith’s face, the trembling of his hands. “Man, you scared the shit out ofme.” He breathed, the tension finally falling from his shoulders.

“You scared all of us.” Shiro added, his arms crossed overhis chest. “You have to be more careful than that, Keith, that could have endedvery differently. If Lance hadn’t gotten you, I don’t know what would havehappened.”

With a glance toward his supposed savior, Keith felt hischeeks go warm again. “Thank you, Lance. I owe you one.” He said simply, the eyecontact only making it more unbearable.

Lance, after a moment’s hesitation, laughed shortly andrubbed the back of his neck. “Hey, no problem, buddy. I think you probably needto get back to the castle, though, so you can get dry and get some rest. I’llwalk you up there.” He said, standing up and holding a hand out to him.

Keith accepted the offered help, noting that Lance did mostof the work in pulling himself to his feet, and he still almost immediatelylisted sideways.

“Woah there, man, take it easy. Just keep breathing, we’lltake it slow.” Lance promised, one arm already around Keith’s waist to keep himsteady. Shiro wrapped the towel around Keith’s shoulders, smiling warmly.

“You two get back to the castle, we’ll be up in a littlewhile. Be careful.” He warned, ruffling Keith’s hair and earning a sour lookbefore Lance started their trek back to the ship.

It was silent, for a few minutes, their walk slow whileKeith’s body regained its equilibrium.

“Hey, Lance.” Keith said, glancing over at the blue paladin,Lance turning to look at him with a small smile. “Thank you, really. I’m sorrythat I scared you.”

Lance grinned, rolling his eyes. “Hey, no worries. Just got tobe more careful next time, got it? I can’t go being your hero all the time.”

Keith snorted, shaking his head. “Oh please, in your dream.This was just payback for that time I saved you from the air lock.” He teased.

“Hey! That wasn’t even my fault-“ Lance said, glaring. “I watchedyou almost get destroyed by that robot, you can’t hold it against me!”

Keith couldn’t help the eye roll, but as they finally madetheir way into the castle, he couldn’t help but think that he wouldn’t havetraded the moment for anything.