it’s the way we are together - a Klance post-canon BoM AU
it’s the way we are together by thetolkiengeek
Chapters: 1/1
Words: 1,708
Summary:
Lance joining the Blades in their mission of peace is probably the worst thing to happen to Keith in a long time. How the hell is he supposed to be a good leader if he turns into a blushing mess whenever Lance so much as holds his hand?
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Short one-shot based on catchinsunraysart post-canon BoM art.
Snippet:
“You all have your missions. Remember: there are rumors of a rogue faction in the area still loyal to Zarkon’s legacy. Stay alert. Dismissed.”
A chorus of salutes and “yes, sir!”s follows his words, and Keith knows he’ll never get used to it. But then Ezor sends him a wink, and even Kolivan's ear is twitching, something everyone knows is tantamount to a laugh.
When Keith agreed to lead the Blade on a set of diplomatic missions to free the universe from the dregs of the Galra Empire’s control, he did so reluctantly. He falsely assumed that his mother or Kolivan would take over again after they finished up negotiations on New Altea, but here he is, seven months later, and still issuing commands.
“Leadership is a good look on you,” Lance says next to him, raising their joined hands to press a gentle kiss to the back of Keith’s hand.
Keith turns to glare at Lance.
“What was that?”
“What was what?” Lance asks, infuriatingly nonchalant as usual. Normally, it’s more than welcome. Keith always has the tendency to be a little too serious, and Lance joining the blade in their diplomatic mission--much to the chagrin of Allura, who tried to bribe Lance into becoming New Altea’s official Earth Ambassador--adds a much-needed lightness to what quickly becomes a rather thankless task.
It certainly doesn’t hurt that their budding relationship makes Keith feel like there are butterflies in his stomach every time he so much as looks at Lance.
“You know what you did,” Keith grumbles, trying to hide his flushing cheeks and broadening smile by retreating into his hood and bringing his hand up to his face in what he hopes is a casual gesture.
Lance takes the opportunity to step forward, placing his hands on Keith’s burning cheeks.
“Mmm, nope. Don’t remember. You’re gonna have to refresh my memory.”
Keith’s eyes lock on to Lance’s, and he clears his throat. Those baby blues sparkling with Lance’s signature mischief are way too hypnotizing their own good, and Keith reminds himself of how annoyed he is.
“How do you expect the Blade to respect me as a leader if you keep kissing me on the cheek and saying ‘That’s my prince,’ every time I give an order?”
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