#keith threads.

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              ☽                𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐃                ☾ @lightcreators

            𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍     𝐓𝐎     𝐍𝐎𝐓     𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘     𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋     𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇     𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄��𝐒     -     𝐇𝐄     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐀     𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑     𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑     𝐀𝐋𝐋.     So     it     came     to     no     surprise     that     Keith     preferred     to     train     ALONE     during     the     quiet     hours     of     way     past     curfew.     The     only     sounds     to     fill     the     night's     air     was     the     hacking     of     his     sword     against     the     straw     dummies     who     didn't     have     a     chance     against     Keith's     built     up     anger.     〝    Not     GOOD     ENOUGH     for     you     to     claim,     huh?    〞      Sweat     beaded     onto     his     brow     as     he     huffed,     〝    I'll     show     you..    〞     

[k1ance-a-lot]

Black Paladin Keith and his right hand man Diplomat/Red Paladin Lance

[Click here for the Diplomat au thread fic by @getinthefuckingjaeger ]

Heavily inspired by the incredible mind of @callmelyc 💜

[klance-dreams]

Okay but please imagine Keith’s reaction to seeing Lance after he’s finally spent some time at the beach again? In his natural element, bronzed like a literal god, burnished from the sun? freckles like constellations?? Lance with wavy, curly salt water-hair, eyes soft and relaxed.

+ Keith meeting back up with the paladins after too long away with the blade. 👀

He loves space of course, but even after his time in the quantum abyss, he’s still not used to the way all warmth & body heat was constantly leached away. Despite his memories of cursing his time in the relentless summer heat of the shack, he’s found himself beginning to miss the hot scorch of the desert sun against his skin.

The blade gave Keith a rare opportunity for downtime that somehow happenes to align with an impromptu holiday/break that Allura has planned for the paladins on a sunny, earth-like planet filled with tropical islands, flora & fauna.

To Keith’s surprise, Lance was the one to call and invite him to join them; sunshine already infused in his voice at the idea of seeing a beach again.

For Keith, the mere thought of getting to see Lance in his natural element? He wouldn’t miss it for anything.

He promises to Lance on the spot (he would promise Lance all the moons and stars if he could) to meet him there later in the day.

When he gets there, everyone has already been enjoying the sun & surf for hours. Pidge is sunburned and squinting at the glare against her datapad, glasses reflecting at a sleeping hunk whose legs have been covered by a crude sand castle. He’s spooning a large collection of fruits that look strangely similar to the ones Keith remembers from earth.

Shiro and Coran seem to be playing a complicated Altean beach game that Keith intends to avoid; Allura lays out on the sand, the mice resting in the shadow of her hair.

Keith thinks someone might have called out a greeting to him, but he can’t be sure, because the second he sees Lance? All thougts leave him, head empty.

It’s too soon to blame the redness in his cheeks on the sun, but he can feel how hot his face has gotten anyway.

Lance is sitting in the sand, waves lapping his ankles. His hair is wild & curling behind his ears from the salt water breeze.

The sight of him alone is enough to warm the cold ache Keith has been feeling.

Sand sticks to the bronzed slope of his back, glittering like flecks of gold, effervescent in the bright sun for Keith’s eyes to follow.

His shoulders are broad and already tanned and freckled where Keith knows his own would be red and sore.

His eyes sweep over the scar on Lances back, and the ones on his arms and sides that Keith wasn’t there to protect him from.

But here? With the blue of the ocean to rival his eyes? Lance looks untouchable.

Looks like a god, burning bright and warm and full of life, and when he turns around at the sound of Keith’s name being called out, Keith’s breath catches in his throat because this sight?

This is one he got to see in the quantum abyss. It was one of the visions into his future that he held onto like a lifeline, like a treasure.

The image of Lance’s smile, a true joyful smile, playing behind Keith’s eyelids and keeping him sane on the worst of those nights spent stranded in space.

Lance, eyes dancing bright and smile brighter as his wide mouth forms Keith’s name on a joyful laugh and he hops up to throw his arms around Keith in a hug that feels like /home/ in a way Keith hadn’t known before Lance.

For one delirious moment, the déjà vu is so strong that he’s afraid he and Krolia never made it back at all. That they were still stuck out there in the cold emptiness of the abyss. The way the vision blends with the Lance he has in front of him makes Keith want to hold on tight and never let go.

Especially when Lance leans back and their eyes meet and lock, electric.

Keith still hasn’t even said a word, but Lance only smiles brighter and knocks their foreheads together.

Says, “hey samurai, it’s been too long”

One traitorous hand drifts up against Keith’s will to trace the new freckles dotting Lance’s cheeks, which flush the lightest pink at the attention or maybe the intensity of Keith’s gaze as he floats into Lance’s orbit, pulled to him like the moon to the sun.

Lance’s leans into the hand Keith cups against his cheek, and finally, finally their lips meet; Keith’s cold and chapped and Lance’s, warm and soft, tasting of the ocean.

When he has to pull back to catch his breath, he finally murmurs back a warm and gravely, “hey sharp shooter,�� lips pulled up into a crooked grin and eyes tracking the way Lance melts into him at the nickname like always.

They stay like that for a while, catching up on what they’ve both been up to when Lance says offhand, “hey where’s Kosmo?”

Before Keith can answer, they’re both knocked into the surf by 200 pounds of excited space wolf.

Keith wants to be mad, but the way Lance pops up from the water sputtering makes him grin through the hair plastered to his forehead.

Lance takes one look at Keith, waist deep and fully clothed down to the fingerless gloves, mullet drenched, and bursts out laughing at the sight

and Keith can’t even be mad. He pretends to be, crossing his arms and ‘sulking’. He tries to blow his bangs up and out of his eyes before he remembers it won’t work and that sends Lance into tears. Keith sits back watches Lance laugh for a minute, committing the sight to memory.

He’s gonna get revenge on Lance for laughing, but first he needs to level the playing field.

Lance’s laughter slowly winds down as he watches Kosmo run off to greet the other paladins, laughing again when the wolf shakes water all over Allura and Hunk.

While Lance was distracted, Keith had taken his shirt and gloves off, tossing them back onto dry sand and adding his soaked jeans to the pile for good measure.

Keith was slicking his hair back from his face when Lance turned back toward him and froze at the sight, suspiciously quiet.

// …tbc? transferring twitter treads. original thread here!

[klspacecadet]

aita in this ao3 comment thread

I don’t think it’s needed but for context this is a transmasc pwp that doesnt use afab language

Also if nobody tells me otherwise I’m gonna continue to think I absolutely ate them up at the end, so if you disagree I’d appreciate an explanation :)

comment exchange under the cut

me I’m so confused can someone please explain what keith’s anatomy actually looks like for context I missed the trans tags before reading this and spent the entirety of the fic violently confused as to what is going on (im trans) I appreciate the usage of gender neutral language but esp bc I didn’t realize he was trans here I just. don’t know whats going on??????? help me please I was like, “is this referencing foreskin….? does this person not know what a dick looks like? is keith intersex or something? uhhh” before I decided to go and check the tags and the comments and realized lol

them what about this made you feel like it was appropriate to comment?

me it was a genuine question?? Excuse me for being confused and wanting to be able to visualize the fic better, especially as a fellow trans person...

them your phrasing is really rude, intentional or not. I’m using language that describe mine and other trans men’s real life bodies. if you don’t get it, that’s fine, you’re not the target audience - but it’s not my job to explain it to you. leaving a comment about how it’s so confusing and weird is not the way to ask a genuine question, especially one about trans genitalia. yes, even if you’re also trans. I feel like that’s common sense. please gain some.

me I’m sorry if my phrasing came off as rude, I didn’t indend for it to be seen that way and I generally struggle with tone and phrasing. I commented my confusion over the vague phrasing and lack of description that might otherwise be inherent, and I merely wished to express my lack of understanding and willingness to learn more, which honestly isn’t that common on the internet. If this were about a real person’s body and a real person’s identity, I understand why more reservation and politeness would be necessary; however, since I’m commenting on something fictional that you wrote and posted for anyone to see, asking questions about your word usage and the body of a fictional character, I don’t think it’s justified to feel like I need to walk on eggshells when expressing this. Also, when I called it confusing, I felt it was implied that I was referring to your usage of vague descriptive terminology that nobody outside of your circle would be able to comprehend and picture, especially when they didn’t realize it was a trans fic at first. I also never said anything about it being weird, I actually said the opposite so idk where you got that from. I hope you have a good day and get off your high horse, I don’t see what reason you had to be so aggressive in response to someone asking a question, especially when most would probably jump to insults and hate. Hopefully from now on you no longer feel attacked when someone asks for clarification on your work, and you gain the ability to hold a respectful conversation without jumping to insults like “gain some common sense.” also idk why you responded in the first place instead of just deleting my comment and moving on if you felt it was so rude— I feel like that’s common sense nowadays, but perhaps you were looking for an argument. Good luck on your journey to kindness and hope you have a good rest of your day! :)

[vee-is-a-clown]

Lance needed to sew something and Keith needed a jacket that covers his entire torso.

[waugh-bao]

[spoiledrctten]

a continuation of this for @ohmylcve / jerry + keith

jerry rolled her eyes as he complained about the fence yet again. " oh c'mon it's not that bad, if you keep whining i'm gonna go without you. you can just wait here and be the lookout, if there are cops or wolves yell. " she didn't think there were wolves around but hopefully the threat would be enough to get him over this ridiculous fear.

[strangespectres]

As Keith smokes a cigarette with a weary exhale, he takes a moment to reflect on the situation he's found himself in. As a detective, he's gone to all kinds of weird places before for various reasons, but showing up at an abandoned art gallery after receiving a strange letter at his door - really? To be frank, this time around it feels like he's wasting his time.

Still, he won't be taking any chances. Not considering the subtly threatening tone of the "invitation" he'd received, and with the safety of his wife a concern on his mind. Really, though, it's likely he's being too paranoid... that's what he wants to believe, at least. Regardless, what a waste of an evening...

As he spots the man half-obscured by the shadows nearby, though, Keith straightens up. And even as he speaks, his posture is casual, but he gives off the impression of a man who's had a long day and an even longer night.

"You don't look like the type I'd expect to see in a place like this." For some reason, he's half-tempted to offer the stranger a smoke. "...Guess that's pretty judgemental though, huh. So? You need something?"

@fabricatedprince ( starter! )

[purplemccns]

🌙 || closed starter for @scftlightz

ruby sat there for a long period of time, too much in shock to say anything despite the question her best friend was asking her. she took in every bloody cut and bruise that covered him, tears welling in her eyes as she did so. "keith yun," his name sounded out, but she wasn't even certain if it came from her own mouth. the woman felt like everything was muted in the world around her, and she didn't know whether to curse at her boyfriend for disappearing and showing up like this or to be thankful that he was here at all. she stepped to the side to let him in, her anger winning the emotional roller coaster going on inside of her. "if the next words you say aren't to tell me what the hell is going on or why you've had me on radio silence, truthfully, you can leave after cleaning up." such a harsh tone wasn't anything like her, but truth be told she was terrified.

[scftlightz]

ੈ♡˳ ┊ @vicletnight sent /  💐 to give my muse flowers

WHEN  IT  came  to  certain  holidays,  the  mechanic  would  rather  spend  his  days  either  working  on  cars  or  crafting  baskets  for  the  children  within  the  community.  at  first  he  had  lost  interest  in  the  wonders  of  celebrating  holidays  but  ruby  genuinely  flipped  his  perspective  in  the  best  way  possible.  she  was  the  splash  of  color  within  his  life  of  black  and  white,  it  was  safe  to  say,  she  gave  him  hope.  keith  managed  to  put  together  a  make  shift  fort  in  the  middle  of  his  living  room,  decorating  the  scene  with  blankets,  pillows  and  fairy  lights.  to  top  the  mood  he  found  a  playlist  of  bedroom  pop  that  seemed  to  make  him  feel  in  the  spirit  of  VALENTINES  day.  after  arranging  the  range  of  snacks  varying  from  chocolate  covered  fruit  to  finger  food,  he  got  to  his  feet  once  he  he  heard  a  knock  at  his  door  making  the  male  do  a  quick  appearance  check  before  opening  it  to  greet  his  expected  date.  "  rubes,  how  are  ya?  "  a  deep  but  sweet  tone  to  start  off  with  meeting  his  long  time  friend.  purposely  dragging  the  australian  accent  he  was  graced  with.  chestnut  hues  going  from  the  breath-taking  features  of  ruby  down  to  the  bundle  of  flowers  she  held  in  between  them.  "  for  [  .  .  .  ]  for  me?  "  he  was  taken  back  by  the  gesture  overall.  his  gaze  becoming  tender  and  full  with  admiration  as  he  exchanged  glances  between  her  and  the  flowers.  there  was  a  tug  at  his  heartstrings  as  he  held  the  bouquet.  clearing  his  throat  a  visible  shade  of  rose  had  spread  across  his  cheeks.  "  i  never  had  flowers  given  to  me  before.  you're  going  to  make  my  eyeliner  run,  c'mon,  get  in  here.  "  keith  managed  to  get  the  words  out  within  fits  of  chuckles.  "  you  look  beautiful  as  always,  i'm  glad  you  could  make  it.  i  thought  you  forgot  all  about  little  ole  me.  "

[tidesbled]

             ☽                𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍                ☾ @paldin

            𝐈𝐓     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐀𝐍     𝐀𝐃𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓     𝐅𝐎𝐑     𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄     -     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄     𝐎𝐅     𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎     𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓     𝐀     𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃     𝐈𝐍     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓     𝐀𝐍𝐃     𝐀     𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍     𝐎𝐍     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒.     They     needed     to     adjust     to     new     leadership,     HIS     leadership.     He     wasn't     Shiro,     he     couldn't     replace     him.     The     red     BLACK     PALADIN     was     still     learning     his     own     leadership     style     but     it     couldn't     hurt     to     use     some     of     Shiro's     methods.     Right?

            〝     Y'know     you     don't     have     to     be     so     gentle     with     her,     right? 〞      He     called     out     as     he     entered     Red's     hanger.     They     had     just     finished     training     with     the     lions     when     Keith     decided     to     catch     LANCE     as     he     was     leaving.     〝    She     can     TAKE     it. 〞   

[k1ance-a-lot]

"...our futures lie within each other."

Inspired by @callmelyc

[sasouken]

@kusatta it's not sinday but. . . xoxo

training alone was fine and all, but training with keith was like training for the olympics on crack. don't get him wrong, shiro enjoyed it— a lot. keith was quick on his feet, quicker than the bots. he gave shiro real battle experience. he wished the others on the team would take advantage of this opportunity ; they could learn a thing or two.

he lands on his back, panting heavily as he laughs. keith, once again, has pinned him down, smirking triumphantly above him. shiro can't even be mad, he can never be mad at keith for being quicker and stronger than him. it just means shiro has room to grow.

"good job, cadet," he teases breathlessly, gray eyes searching keith's face. it happens so quickly; keith shifts, adjusting himself to lean forward, but in doing so, he presses down against shiro's hips. he groans, low and desperate—no, surprised. he was surprised. eyes widen as color rushes up from under his under armor and all the way up to the tips of his ears. his gaze quickly darts away, anywhere but keith's face. if he didn't acknowledge it, it didn't happen. he clears his throat and throws keith a sidelong glance before immediately darting away once more. "ah. . . ahem. should— should we do best out of five?"

[callmelyc]

#2023Julance

Week 2: childhood

When lance was born the only thing that would soothe him were the waves. Mama McClain found herself walking down to the shoreline at least once a day with a tiny lance in her arms. The closer her steps fell towards the sea the more relaxed he'd become.

So it's to no one's surprise that they'll find him standing out at the beach with every worry he holds in his tiny shoulders.

"What's the matter Leandro?" Veronica ask gently taking her spot next to a ten year old lance pouting out at the ocean.

He curls in on himself more at the question just about hiding his face away yet his eyes never leave the waves. Lance mumbles something gaining a huff from his sister.

"You have to speak up or I can't tell what you say"

He huffs "am....I really that stupid?"

She frowns "wha-"

"the other kids said I was stupid vera-" lance sniffles a bit "t-they said my dream to go to space was stupid..."

Veronica slides in closer the moment his sniffles start hugging him close to her in an attempt at comfort "you aren't stupid lance, going to space is a very Tangible dream!"

"But what if it isn't" he says through the voice cracks and it breaks her heart "what if the garrison won't take me- what if I'm too stupid to get in!"

Her arms wrap around him even tighter "I need you to listen to me Leandro, ok? You are smart, I promise you are more than capable to get into that fancy space school and go to space so don't you dare let others words be the reason you give up your dream"

Veronica combs her fingers thru his air soothingly "it's like mami always says Leo, you are made for greater things, don't let anyone stop you from reaching for them."

She knows she's gotten through when her little brothers arms are reaching to hug her back "and above all else never give up. Ok?"

She hears a few more sniffles before getting a quiet "ok" in response. She smiles "now what do you say We head home, Mami made ur favorite"

Lance is 14 when he's on the shore again, toes in the sand and eyes once again caught on the waves. This time it's Luis that finds him standing next to lance silently waiting for him to decide to speak up.

"I don't wanna go...." Lance says softly after a few minutes but even the words don't sound so sure.

Luis looks at lance "you don't wanna go? To the school you worked your ass off to get into? The one your about to leave to get a placement in?"

He watches lance kick at the sand halfheartedly "I won't have this anymore if I go-"

"Lance-"

"I'll be all alone...." He finished quietly almost inaudible with how soft he says it.

Luis watches his little brother and for the first time notices just how small he is. He's so young and yet he's the first to leave.

Lance shivers a bit at the breeze and that's when Luis has an idea. He shrugs off his own jacket the one he's become known for wearing, the one he rarely takes off.

His favorite.

And drops it on lances shoulders. Lance, for the first time, flinchs and his eyes meet Luis in surprise "lu-"

"If you take my jacket then I’ll be with you everyday. Take care of it for me, yeah?”

Lance hugs Luis so tightly after that, that Luis knows he did the right thing.

It became a known thing that if Lance held a worry he would go to the beach, stand and look out at the shore. His eyes never once leaving the waves

He did it throughout all his childhood so it was to no one’s surprise when, during his visit with Keith, he leaves the house in the middle of the night.

This time it’s Keith that finds him watching those waves. He stands quietly next to Lance knowing that if anything needed to be said it would be. He knew Lance like the back of his own hand after all.

“I’ve missed this place” Lance says wistfully into the night.

Keith hums, taking lances hand i his own for comfort.

“I think the last time I stood here was between breaks at the garrison I was….maybe 16? And Marco had to come tell me to stop panicking about not being good enough for the program.” Lance chuckles at the memory “I could’ve really used this place out there in space….”

Keith squeezes his hand “tell me about it…”

Lance turns to look at Keith “About what?”

“The ocean.” Keith provides easily “it’s your anchor isn’t it? So…tell me about it.”

And that’s how the McClain family finds Lance this time. Sitting on the shore head leaning on Keith’s shoulder, words soft and relaxed between the two

And they know Lance has found his new shore to come home to.

[fakefuckbxy]

@abrasife / closed starter.

Connor had found himself with the redhead again, thinking that it had almost become a comfortable routine to have the other male in his apartment. It was different then when Marcel was here, nothing romantic even having the chance of happening with Keith, and that thought was comforting. The thought that he maybe had maybe a friend, even in the most loose sense of the word, made him feel accomplished.

He knew that it was the other's birthday today, a text from Reanne coming through a few days ago to remind him of it. Reanne had seemed curious that Keith and Connor had started hanging out, and luckily she had been on top of reminding Connor about the important date. He'd debated on if he was going to do something for Keith, buy him a present or what not, deciding on something small and maybe even insignificant. He still hoped the others liked it, though.

"A little birdie told me today was your birthday." He said sheepishly, holding a small bag out towards Keith as he sat down on the couch next to him. Inside there was a handkerchief, polka dots littered over the fabric, a light blue material.

[lleccmte]

MUITO RARAMENTE HAVIA TESTEMUNHADO BELEZAS TÃO RARAS - lugares tão paradisíacos , ou exóticos . claro, todos queriam ver o rio sena , mas ele tinha se acostumado a vista - e ao cheiro, infelizmente - , e apesar de ter visitado hollywood, e nova york - não era o sena, e certamente não era nada como aqueles cânions.

ele mantinha uma distancia respeitosa da filha de circe, empertigado na borda do barco, assistindo a vida selvagem passar por seus olhos, brilhantes com admiração. era importa, ele pensava, se maravilhar com o mundo - de que outra forma, poderíamos seguir em frente ? filho do deus da guerra, arthur ainda entendia que paz era o premio mais sangrento. ❛ keith, podíamos nadar com eles, o que acha ? ❜ perguntou ao mais velho, virando o corpo para fitá-lo , esperançoso.

@kthwell