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[ Indie Keith RP Blog ][Selective][ Written By Siren ][ O.C. Friendly ] Credit: I make my own icons for Keith, please do not steal them.This blog will contain NSFW, SPOILERS, SHIPPING.Mun and Muse are 18+ Blog Is Under ConstructionI really love Keith...

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      Lance shifted as Keith lay beside him. Get it off his chest… He wanted to laugh. He did quirk a smile, however, at the phrasing. He wished he could get it off his chest, literally. But, well… The lumps on his chest were all too obvious to him. Though he supposed to others, not so much. The benefits of working out. He leaned his head, ever so slightly, into the hand.

      But it seemed Keith moved again, this time hovering over him. He lifted his arms to lightly wrap them around the other, his eyes sliding closed. He allowed himself to just take in the feeling of having Keith so close. In a way, it was comforting… Sure, he was nervous. But Keith’s tone, his actions, the soft kiss… Everything was so comforting, and it helped him relax like no other.

       Funny how the one who caused him the most anxiety in the beginning, now made that same anxiety flee for the hills.

       He sucked in a breath, forcing his eyes open. He could trust Keith, he mentally argued. He locked his eyes with the other, leaning up to steal another kiss. “I’m, ah… I’m this thing called transgender…” he murmured. “I… have boobs?” Oh, now he was blushing. Okay. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. That was such an awkward way to put it… “I mean. I’m a guy! But, I have boobs, and, err…” His eyes flicked away. “Okay, technically I can get pregnant now. Which is a really, really weird and uncomfortable thought. But yeah. So there.”

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Keith’s brows furrowed in thought as he thought on what Lance just told him. Transgender? He didn’t know exactly what it was, but he was beginning to piece everything together. 

Keith sat up and pulled Lance into his lap. “If you say you’re a guy, you’re a guy, who am I to say otherwise?” Keith replied as he gently placed a hand on his cheek. He smiled sleepily. 

“Do you feel better now?” He asked softly as he leaned in to plant a soft kiss to his temple. 

“So. Should we risk being yelled at and sleep in or do you want to get up?” 

Keith personally wanted to sleep in and cuddle with Lance for a bit longer but he would do anything Lance wanted to do. 

He loved Lance for Lance and he just wanted him to know that, though he wasn’t good with words. 

He blushed as he looked down. “Hey, it’s okay you know...I still like you...um well...love..wait! er!” he covered his face nervously. “Stop staring at me.” 

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Lance blinked. That’s all? “Oh, cool. I listen to folk stuff sometimes too-” He paused. “Although yours are probably different from mine–”

He stopped short at the question. “Huh? You…wanna know about ‘em?” The shift in subject felt out of the blue, but he smiled as he started talking. 

“Well, Mamá’s a nagger, with a strong temper. You don’t wanna see her angry, trust me. But she’s still the sweetest woman I know. Took care of us six siblings even when we drove her crazy sometimes.” He chuckled, as he recalled. 

“Dad’s a pretty chill guy. He gets really intense during fútbol matches though, it’s kind of amazing. He’s always working hard for us–Well, both do, really. A big family isn’t easy to maintain.” 

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Keith listened intently while resting his arms on his knees. He loved hearing about families; it was something he never had, though he often would imagine what his own parents would be like. 

There was always a tiny bit of sadness he couldn’t hide no matter how he tried. It always seem to rear its ugly head when the subject of family came up. 

“They sound really cool, Lance.” Keith replied with a bittersweet smile. “What are your siblings like?” 

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sketching my gay kids  (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

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“Yeah? You looked like the rock kinda guy to me.” Lance shrugged. 

“Oho, a secret?” Now Lance’s curiosity was peaked. He didn’t know what would spur Keith to tell Lance a secret of his, but he wouldn’t question it. Now he wanted to know what this was all about it. He smirked.

“Damn right I want to know, tell me!”

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Keith exhaled softly. “When no one is around....I’ll listen to folk songs.” he admitted as if it some deep secret. He shifted a bit to get comfortable and gazed forward. 

“Hey Lance...What’s your parents like?” 

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❝Yeah!❞ Lance was so overjoyed in the fact that the other wasn’t angry and continued speaking, in spite of what he’d said, that it hadn’t really clicked yet. ❝That’s what I’ve been tryin’ to tell ya, Keith~! You’ve just gotta–❞

Oh gods…

❝N-NO! You’ve got it all–!!❞ He jumped in front of Keith, face reddened as he barked out his protests. ❝I-I was just saying that– it’s not like I hate you!❞

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“Oh?” Keith was nearly disappointed. He hummed in thought for a moment with all the intention of teasing Lance even more. 

“Well, doesn’t that suck; here I thought someone was in love with me.” He feigned a pout as he stopped. He couldn’t keep it up and a slight laugh escaped him.

He didn’t notice until then the red faced teen and he frowned a bit. “...Lance?” He stepped forward and leaned in a bit to study his face. He suddenly felt bad for teasing him so much. 

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PSA, don’t imagine Keith turning into a Galra and begging his friends especially Lance for help.

Pls don’t

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“…What? Ew, no.” Lance scrunched up his nose. “Not really an alternative rock person in general– Just like some Taylor Swift once in a while.”

“…But I kinda assumed you were into that stuff. Lemme guess, you jam it to My Chemical Romance all night.”

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“I like their older stuff the best, but I just don’t listen to rock you know...” Keith enjoyed various types of music. He just listens to rock most of the time. He paused for a moment and wondered how Lance would react if they knew that he also had a secret love for indie folk music. He could listen to Fleet Foxes and Mumford and Sons just as much as MCR. 

In fact, when he suffered from his usual migraines; he’d put on some folk and it would lessen the pain. 

“Want to know a secret?”  

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     This– this was guilt weighing on him. How definitely uncool of Keith to have put it like that. It’s not like he was trying to be mean, or anything… Still, Lance knew if he felt bad about it, that maybe it wasn’t right.      Keith did extend an olive branch of sorts.      ❝Alright, alright… Sorry,❞ he spoke the last word in a slight hesitance as he tried to catch up to his stomping comrade. ❝I guess I’m just used to dry humor a lot…❞      Should he show Keith a piece of himself? Ugh, what an annoying thing guilt was.      ❝I have a big family back home, sometimes we just, y’know, use those kind of little jabs as a way of… showing we care.❞

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By the time Lance caught up with him; he was already calm. He exhaled a soft breath as violet hues glanced over Lance with an apologetic look. He hadn’t meant to snap at him, but damn, Lance knew how to get under his skin. 

It wasn’t until Lance spoke that he paused for a moment to look at him fully. 

“So you’re telling me that you make fun of me because you care about me?” Keith couldn’t help but smirk, what an interesting development. 

“ So you’re really are in love with me.” 

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                                       “Allura,”                                 he croaks past constricted throat.                            “Maybe she would know.”

           With a quick, calming breath, he faces the Galran, concern painting his features, while his eyes betray hidden mistrust. Reaching out carefully with his pale, flesh-and-blood hand, he hesitantly places it on Keith’s shoulder.

                    “I don’t know what’s going on either,                                        but I’m here for you.”

          –After all, it’s his duty.

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Keith flinched the moment Shiro placed a hand on his shoulder. He could tell from the look in his eyes that he found him to be mistrustful. He must have looked disgusting to him and the thought made him whimper softly.

His fluffy galra ears flopped; furthering the appearance of sadness. Keith didn’t know what to do, how could he? Keith pulled away sharply and spun around to grab the blanket to hide under. 

“Stop saying that! You’re here for me but that’s not helping! You’re frightened of me! Just admit it!” Keith yelled though it came out more as a strained child like sob. 

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OKAY SO THIS IS INDEED A THING THAT HAPPENED. Alright time to be sappy I’m going to be sappy I’m a marshmallow. But honestly, first of all, I legit would not be here without you guys so!!! But I appreciate the continued support for this blog && space dad && I am so grateful that so many people enjoy what I’m doing here!! I’m trying my best so like…. this is amazing…. you’re all amazing. Honestly, I made this blog a little scared and thinking no one would want to interact with me but this is honestly so crazy and I’m so incredibly grateful because I’ve met so many amazing people through this blog and I’m #blessed because of it. I’m just so glad that people like my Shiro && like this blog && I hope to roleplay Shiro for a long time!!! He’s my beautiful baby boy ngl. But thank you all so much for everything so far?? I have so many good memories on this blog && I hope to make more the longer I roleplay Shiro!!

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     Lance startled at the hand on him, mainly because he hadn’t expected Keith to be so nice. Not after they’d just gone at it. Huh, maybe he wasn’t so bad after all–?      Then, almost instantly, every smart comment the red paladin had made went zipping through his head.       Nope; Keith was friggin’ Keith.      ❝Yeah. Having someone telling me their loins are burning for me??❞ Lance squinted, raising his hand as if to say ‘wtf, did you really just say earlier?’ ❝REALLY works up an appetite.❞

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“For fuck’s sake, Lance, let it go.” He grumbled as he become annoyed with the constant teasing. “This is so typical of you, just when I think you’re actually taking me seriously and then you stay something stupid.” He grunted and moved to head to the kitchen, in fact, stomping a bit. 

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     ❝Yeah!❞ Lance huffed the response out automatically, turning on his heel to leave and then he realized something. Dammit.       He stood in place, plagued with a sudden dilemma. Slowly Lance looked over his shoulder to Keith. ❝It’s really quiet around this place,❞ he pointed out, subtly hinting that he didn’t want to be alone.      Even if that meant being around that hot-tempered teammate of his.

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Keith frowned; if he didn’t recognize; he recognized the tone; loneliness. He had been there before. With a soft sigh parting his lips; he took a step forward and placed a hand on Lance’s shoulder. 

“Yeah. Look, dude, I’m hungry, want to eat some space goo?” 

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Now it clicked, but that didn’t mean Lance’s face looked the perfect shade of a ripe tomato. ❝…You’re a jerk, y’know that?❞ He scoffed. ❝And who says ‘loins’ anymore? This isn’t a Shakespearian Steakhouse, Keith.❞

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“Have you even read-oh! You’re giving me a headache!” Keith muttered to himself. Why was it every time Lance came into the room, his headache would worsen? 

“Don’t you have anything better to do than to bother me?” 

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how do we fix this now? list of angsty relationship starter.

“i’ve messed this up, haven’t i?” “i get it. s/he’s smarter, more attractive.” “all these other women are making me nervous.” “don’t worry, the only one i ever see is you.” “please don’t let go of me. please, never let go.” “do you ever wonder what would have happened if we hadn’t met?” “i’m scared of loving you. i’m scared of hurting you.” “i’m ending this now. i’m ending this before it goes too far.” “this was a mistake. i’m sorry.” “do you really think that?” “i gave you everything.” “i don’t have any feelings left for you.” “just walk away.” “i need you. more than anything.” “you understand me.” “you can’t just leave.” “so this is what it comes down to huh? wasted time & a half empty bottle of vodka — don’t touch the bottle, i’ll say when i’ve had enough.” “don’t touch me!” “she was always first in your eyes.” “i’m sorry for trying.” “in the end, i should have known that you would break me.”

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      Lance’s sleep wasn’t so… dreamless… Granted, it wasn’t bad. It wasn’t a nightmare. It wasn’t anything that would leave him shaking. But on any normal morning, he would find himself crying anyhow. If he had awoken alone in a cold bed, he would have curled up right there, buried himself in the blankets, and just softly let his tears slide from his eyes. He’d probably tremble a bit. He’d probably bite his lips to avoid whimpering. Then he’d wait an hour or two before exiting the room, even at the cost of being told he “slept in” again. Anything to be sure that nobody would know of his tears, of his pain.

      But this time, he wasn’t alone. As he came back to the real world, he at first felt as such. The bed was cold. The blankets were draped around only his own form. Laughter didn’t reach his ears. The smell of eggs and toast didn’t fill his nostrils. The morning rays of the sun didn’t stream through his window and blind his unopened eyes. He had indeed woken up with a heavy heart, to have those pleasant memories suddenly ripped away from him.

      Nostalgia. The word danced in his mind as his eyes slid open. He was met with the site of the wall.

      He breathed out a sigh through his nose, his eyes closing once more. He shifted, pulling the blankets further around him, and curled in on himself. Once he was still, he could hear sounds behind him. A new scent filled his nostrils. One that was familiar, but not of his own. His eyes snapped open at the words, instantly sitting up. Wide eyes locked to the speaker. “Keith?”

      Slowly, he pieced together the events of last night, and his cheeks flushed. He groaned and flopped back down on the bed, throwing the blankets over his face. There, hidden from view, he allowed for his cheeks to burn, his heart to pound. “Yeah,” came his muffled voice, fingers curled around the edge of the blanket to keep it in place. “Had a nice dream. It was summertime. Tell you about it later.”

       Speaking of that… His voice died for a moment, his memory flicking to his secret. Something he had promised to tell today… He swallowed thickly, tongue dry in his mouth. The extra colour slowly left his cheeks, and he lowered the blanket. Brown eyes flicked to the other man. “So… Uh… About that secret…” he murmured.

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Keith still was fighting off the spell of sleep as he blinked away the crust. He listened to Lance speak of a dream and was mildly intrigued. “It sounds nice.” He replied as he attempted to stifle a yawn. 

He could tell that Lance was still struggling with the nerve to tell him his secret. Keith’s violet eyes gazed into Lance’s. He searched them for some kind of untold truth, some clue to why he was so damn nervous. After a moment, a soft sigh escaped through his nostrils. 

“You can tell me Lance.” He urged. “You’ll feel better once you get it off your chest.” His words were soft and encouraging though, it didn’t keep him from flopping back onto his side. He stared as him for a long while. He studied his eyes first and taking in their beauty and then his feline sharp cheek bones and nose. Even in the day light, Lance was breath taking and he couldn’t help blush gently. How he get so lucky when his life proved to be so hard? 

Keith reached up and touched Lance’s cheek, it was soft and inviting. He sat up all the way and moved to rest his forehead against Lance’s. 

“Just say what you need to say, Lance. Whatever it is, it can’t be as bad as you’re thinking.” His voice was soft and low. His lips moved gently to press a soft kiss to Lance’s lips.