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Almost. ~a klance fic

chapter one

"Come back to bed." Pleaded Lance, his voice a little groggy as he rubbed sleep from his eyes, trying to adjust to the sharp light of the hallway where the man he just spent the night with was now standing.

The man stood frozen, his back turned. He didn't mean to awake Lance, because that made this next part all the more difficult. "I can't." Was all he muttered, quietly, unmoving.

Looking into the same disappointed eyes over and over again gets old.

"Yes, you can." The response came quick from Lance as he scrambled out of bed, putting on the pair of shorts that were last night frantically thrown onto the floor. "You do this every time. Just drop the bag, Keith."

A small huff of air was exhaled between them both, already knowing how this was going to end. The script seemed to never changed, despite many, many pathetic attempts.

Deciding to turn around and face the inevitable, Keith finally looked at Lance, and there they were: big, blue, desperate eyes staring right at him like they were about to be stripped of everything they held close.

Which, really, wasn't far from the truth.

"They need me-" Keith wanted to reason, though with no success as Lance was swift to cut him off.

"No, I need you." The desperation was not only evident in his eyes, but his voice raising ever so slightly higher than usual was just as much of a tell. "I need you, Keith."

Once again, the darker haired man sighed. Every single time this happened, a small fraction of Keith's resolve was broken. But apparently that resolve was huge, because after countless times, it was still holding up strong. "I'll be back in a few days."

A blatant lie.

Lance debated whether Keith was unaware of how poorly he lied, or if he was fully aware and just didn't care. Both options hurt all the same. Another consideration was that maybe all the time spent in space and jumping through wormholes had warped Keith's perception of time, though that sounded improbable.

Either way, Keith kept promising Lance lies.

When Krolia or Kolivan called, that was the end of whater blissful moment Lance was able to steal from Keith before he was deployed back across the universe for months at a time. Sure, Lance was mindful of the fact that time worked differently wherever Keith went, and cleaning up centuries of intergalactic war took time. But he had a reasonable excuse for being upset.

He was lonely.

The other paladins had formed their own paths in life, leaving the battle behind, and focusing on their futures. But after Allura's sacrifice, Lance felt lost. He lacked his previous sense of adventure, and his will to meet new people turned into fear of abandonment.

When Keith reappeared into his life after a year, Lance finally felt like he had something to live for again. Someone who understood, was there for him. Though it wasn't long before his fear became a reality once again.

"Oh, spare me the bullshit, will you?"

That took Keith off guard. He hadn't heard Lance lash out at him since- he honestly couldn't recall. Their rival days were long gone, or so he thought.

"I can't keep doing this." Lance continued, whatever control of emotions he worked hard for was suddenly dwindling. "Do you take pleasure in messing with me?"

Back when the paladins had only just split, forming their own paths in life and finding balance after years of being on the front lines, Keith disappeared for over a year. A year of silence, until one day he returned and ran straight into Lance's arms.

Everyone was so thrilled to learn of the long awaited relationship finally blooming. Except, it never really did.

The two never exactly discussed what it was they had, leaving it as a hanging question over them that neither dared to bring up. Whatever it was, it was enough. At first.

But Keith said he didn't want to hurt Lance by giving him a relationship that he could not see himself committing to. Not while he was still at the blades disposal.

That didn't stop him from turning up at Lance's doorstep after months of being away, flashing a practiced smile that screamed 'I missed you, let me in.'

So every time, without fail, Lance did just that. Let Keith into his house, room, bed. Himself.

"No, Lance, it's not-"

"Then what is it like?"

It took everything in Keith to be patient, reasonable, understanding of how much pain he put Lance in every time he disappeared on him. But he always came back, that's what mattered. Wasn't it? "People need me." Keith's tone matched the others now; louder and becoming snappy. "I can't abandon my duties."

"You have no problem abandoning me."

"I don't have a duty to you."

The room suddenly fell into a deafening silence, leaving the two of them staring blankly at eachother. It seems neither of them were expecting those words to leave Keith's mouth.

At least Lance knew were he stood now.

A stupidly long moment passed before Keith finally found it in him to say something, anything, to try and save this. "Hold on, that's not what-"

"No, no. You're right." Once again, the attempt was interrupted. Though strangely, Lance's previous desperation was no longer heard. Instead, he took a deep breath, and looked at Keith with a newfound calmness. "You don't owe me shit."

That was unnerving.

"Baby-"

"Baby?" Lance mocked in a dry laugh. That was the first time ever he's heard any form of endearment, but instead of it filling him with excitement, it filled him with anger. "Please, don't go switching up on me now."

Keith had no other choice but to admit defeat, sighing heavily and dropping his gaze. On one hand, he was fed up of explaining himself. He gave his word to his mother that when needed, he would be there. His responsibility would forever be to help the people. He felt he owed that much as the former paladin of the black lion.

However, he also knew that Lance deserved stability.

Keith was anything but stable.

"I'll be back." He spoke bluntly, saying the same thing as always. For some reason though, this time it wasn't as convincing.

His bag was secured onto his shoulders, and he turned around to face the door. For a moment, he considered saying something more, but Lance beat him to it.

"You're running away." Lance's tone was accusatory, certain.

Almost flinching at the harsh words, Keith couldn't find it in himself to turn around. Not until he was already out the front door. But when his feet landed on the concrete outside, he decided that he wasn't beneath defending himself one last time.

Except he didn't get the chance.

"Maybe you should just stay away." Lance added, and with that the door was shut in Keith's face.

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Waiting. ~a klance fanfic

chapter one

Lance suffered. Between the lions disappearing, his found family splitting up, and his girlfriend sacrificing herself for the sake of the universe, Lance suffered.

He had lost his meaning. The war was over, he wasn't needed as the sharpshooter anymore. The team found their own paths, he wasn't needed as the glue anymore.

He was nothing, except what remained of her.

He never made a show of the weight he carried, because the burden of carrying on Allura's legacy and spreading her word was no ones if not his own. He inherited her altean marks because he was closest to her, and it isn't like he had anything else going for him after she left. It only made sense. In theory. So he didn't complain. He put a smile on his face, flashed his new facial feature like he carried it with pride, and he didn't complain.

This is what Allura would have wanted. She would be proud of him.

That's what everyone told him, at least. Though he couldn't shake the feeling that 'proud' would be the last thing she would say to him.

How could she, when pride was not what Lance felt while bearing his late lovers marks; it was shame.

A year has passed since the lions had found refuge somewhere out in the vast darkness that was space itself. A lot has happened in that time.

Coran and Romelle helped what was left of the Altean race to find their ground, their peace after all they knew was fear. Lance stuck around at first, to feel closer to Allura. But it wasn't long before the ache for home became too large to ignore.

Pidge and Hunk did what they always dreamt of doing. Pidge started working with new tech to rebuild Earth and train new recruits while making up for lost time with her family, and Hunk brought people together with his cooking. He even reconnected with Shay, and the last Lance heard, the two of them were officially together.

Shiro finally settled, married Curtis, and they both worked within the Garrison, helping with physical training for the new recruits. Last Lance saw of them was the wedding. It was the last time he saw anyone, actually.

He returned home, to the safe sanctuary of his family, on the farm he grew up on and once had big dreams of leaving. He had always sworn to himself that he wouldn't let himself get stuck there, because he was meant for bigger and better things. Fate has a funny way of showing people their place, though. And it turned out that Lance's was in the very place he hoped it wouldn't be.

No matter, though. He didn't complain. He put a smile on his face, flashed his straw hat like he carried it with pride, and he didn't complain.

Oh, Keith. Yeah, Keith was doing great too, probably. Out and about in space with the blades, helping people, exploring, surrounded by people who actually moved and wanted adventure rather than standing still. Not that that's what Lance wanted, at all.

For sure.

Lance didn't really know what Keith was up to these days. No one did. Because after the wedding, after everyone went their seperate ways, Keith was just gone.

"Mullet." Lance had called out to Keith, both of them standing slightly too close after having slightly too many drinks at Shiro's wedding party.

"Yeah?" Keith responded shortly, though with a slight sense of amusement as he watched Lance's hips continue lazily swaying to whatever song was playing.

"I know you're all broody and moody, or whatever. You're gonna be busy with all your galavanting out in space and who knows what-"

"Galavanting is a big word for you." Keith let out a half sigh half chuckle, setting his drink down on the bar as his back pressed against it. "Just spit it out."

"Can you promise me something?"

"Promise? Like, you want me to stick my pinky out for you?"

Now it was Lance's turn to let out a huff of air, turning on his heel to face the other. His spin wasn't exactly the most calculated, thanks to the lack of coordination caused by having one too many shots. He landed right in front of Keith. Like, if Keith hadn't already pushed himself against the bar counter, he definitely would've landed there now. "No, keep your pinky to yourself." He said, unaware of the proximity he put himself in. "I just want your word."

"If it'll get you to back up." The words came out in a slight mutter, clearly unheard by Lance over the blaring music, as he stayed put.

"Promise you won't leave me again?"

That was the last conversation they had. Lance couldn't even recall what Keith had replied, or whether he did at all. The only thing that conversation caused, was deep resentment towards the man who could leave so easily after being asked not to. Again.

The first fime, when they were younger, still paladins, it made sense for Keith to abandon his team. It was necessary, to an extent that Lance agreed upon. However, this time? It was just cruel.

With all the advanced technology of the literal universe at Keith's disposal, he couldn't even bother to call? Send a message? Anything?

Lance shouldn't really be so hung up over this, given that the others never called either. But silence from Keith cut deeper, much deeper.

And there it was. The cause of the shame which engulfed the once prideful boy: wishing more for his teammate to call, than for his deceased girlfriend to return.

Lance loved Allura, he did. There was never any doubt behind his devotion to the Princess. He travelled across the universe for her, leaving the comfort of his home and the safety of his family, just to fight by her side. If that wasn't love, then what else could possibly compare?

Perhaps longing.

Lance never yearned to be in her presence, as it was simply just something that was almost always available. She was there, and though she was not always easy, he had a chance nonetheless.

With Keith, however, it was a desire to have something he knew was impossible.

What made the feeling turn into shame, was that the spark had been ignited long before Allura reciprocated any love towards Lance. And when she finally did, he didn't care to put that spark out. It was merely covered and muffled with a temporary infatuation, but everyone knows that leaving sparks unattended creates the risk of sudden combustion.

So really, it should not have been a surprise that when Allura vanished from the picture, and the lazily thrown cover was lifted, those sparks had no other choice but to explode.

"Promise you won't leave me again?"

"I'll come back for you when you're ready."

That's how Keith replied, staring into those blue eyes while his chest tightened with all too much at once: Wanting to promise that this wouldn't be the same as last time. Hoping that Lance would understand that Keith only ever left to protect him. And knowing that he had already made himself a promise that he did not intend to break, no matter how difficult it was to resist those pleading blue eyes.

Don't push. Give him time. Keep waiting.

Every day, Lance silently hoped for change. Sometimes, despite the nagging feeling of it being wrong, he would look up into the stars from his bedroom window, and wish with everything he had for something new to appear.

Maybe Allura, however all she was now was the hue of pink and blue in the sky after the sun had began to set. Possibly the lions, as a signal that Lance might have a purpose again. But mostly, he prayed to whoever would listen for just a glimpse of a sign that Keith was thinking of him too.

"Isn't it romantic that we all look up at the same moon?"

It would be. If the person Lance wanted to be looking at the moon with was in the same solar system as him.