Post s8 klance drabble
In a flash, Pidge snatches his phone off the bed and begins quickly searching through it. Lance opens his mouth to protest, but she simply holds up a pointer finger, a silent demand to keep quiet and wait.
âAnd Iâm tryna make you see what I see,â
Her grin widens as she flips the phone, flashing the screen in front of Lanceâs face. He flinches slightly at the sudden movement, giving himself a moment for his eyes to take in the image on the screen.
A picture of him and Keith just a few days ago on the farm cradling a newborn piglet. Soft smiles on their faces, gentle hands holding the delicate animal. Arms slung comfortably around each other, fingertips brushing underneath the pigletâs blanket.
Pidge swipes her finger across the screen.
Another picture of him and Keith. Last Thursday when Lance helped the Blades with temporary shelter construction. Keith and Lance frozen in time in the middle of a paint duel. Both boys splattered in the otherâs paint and winding up to throw their next glob. Eyes crazed with laughter, the two boys lost in their own world. A picture of pure euphoria.
Swipe.
Another picture from last week. Keith on the living room floor being tackled by Lanceâs niece and nephew. His smile peeking out from underneath small limbs as the two children giggle on top of him. Lance standing in the corner, bent over over at the waist and eyes crinkled shut from laughter.
Swipe.
A group photo of the Atlas crew and Voltron paladins. Him and Keith side by side in the front row, neither one looking at the camera. Faces close together, whispering words unheard. Foreheads tilted towards each other, soft smiles ghosting across their lips. Each one distracted by the other. Picture taken without either of them knowing. Or caring for that matter.
Swipe.
A photo 3 weeks ago from Shiroâs wedding. The groomsmen huddled around a beaming Shiro sitting atop Keithâs and Lanceâs shoulders. Keithâs gaze directed upwards at the newly-wed above him, laughing at the slightly startled face of his brother-figure. Lance glancing across Shiroâs dangling legs, stealing a peek at the mulleted boy. Subtle. Secret. Eyes soft with endearment. Cheeks littered with pink. Maybe from the hot weather and strain of the heavy lifting. Maybe not.
Pidge lowers the phone. Her eyes are open wide, twinkling and adorable.
âYouâre happier than Iâve ever seen you.â
Hereâs a little snippet from my post-s8 klance fic called Better Not on ao3! I forgot to post about it on here, so Iâm doing it now lol :)) You can read the whole thing here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17287409





















