7 with either klance or shep/garrus please <3333
7. I know your weakness. It’s kisses. You are doomed. (Don’t worry. We’re all doomed eventually.)
I hope you like?? super rough but the idea took hold of me and I couldn’t stop
Lance finds Keith in the starboard observation deck. That’s not actually what it’s called, just a room on the right side of the castle-ship that had big wide windows. Maybe a long time ago, ten thousand years, it had been a party room, for entertaining important guests, or addressing the subjects of Altea from behind a thick wall of glass.
Now, it’s just a room. The blackness stretches out farther than he ever thought possible, and Keith is there, juxtaposed alone amongst the infinite cosmos.
“I don’t hate you, y'know,” he says, startling the other boy.
“You didn’t even know yourself, so you don’t have to keep beating yourself up. I don’t hate you.” Keith’s brow furrows, and the hand he had pressed against the glass clenches into a fist.
“How can you say that? I’m Galra, I have been this whole time, how could I not know?!” He pounds his fist against the window, making the distant stars wobble.
“Keith.” Lance leans against the window next to him, the epitome of cool. Keith notices his shirt is on backwards. “I happen to have an ‘Are you Galra?’ quiz from RumorHole. Wanna take it?”
“No thanks, I don’t feel like being made fun of.” He turns away, wanting to leave, wanting to go beat the training robot senseless until he was senseless too. Lance sputters, hand slipping over his arm and latching on to his shirt.
“Wait wait wait, hear me out,” he blurts, half-panicked. “Please, just… please. Trust me.”
Keith turns around, crossing his arms. He decides to look just to the left of Lance’s head, through the massive windows and into the twinkling darkness.
“Okay.” A smile appears in his peripheral vision and Keith decides maybe, maybe he will look at Lance’s face. Just a glance.
“Alright, number one: do you want to conquer the universe?”
“Number two: do you hate people being free and having fun?” Keith glares at him and shakes his head.
“And number three, our final question: are you purple?”
Keith turns and walks out of the room.
Lance chases after him, stopping just in front of the doors.
“That’s three ‘no’ answers. Your result: not Galra.” Lance is breathless and flushed, even though he didn’t chase after Keith that far. “Forget about your blood, forget about the Marmorites, forget about whatever else makes you feel like you don’t belong here. You’re human enough for me.”
Keith also feels a little too warm. He cuffs Lance on the shoulder.
“You’re stupid,” and Lance reacts with that stupid smile of his and they both start laughing, collapsing to the floor. Keith can’t remember the last time he laughed this hard, and as they calm down Lance pulls him into a brief hug.
“Okay, not to ruin the moment, but would it be totally weird if I kissed you?” Keith’s eyebrows shoot up, a faint blush crossing his cheeks.
“Uh, no, I guess not.” Apparently his answer wasn’t sufficient enough, because Lance doesn’t move. “G-go ahead.”
He’s never been kissed before, but this is how he imagined it would feel like. Soft, warm, his stomach hurts from laughing and he feels safe. He feels at home. Awkwardly, he puts his hands on Lance’s shoulders, and they part, breathless, and Lance smiles.
“Now I know your secret weakness.” Keith quirks an eyebrow. Lance leans closer, again. “It’s kissing.”
Keith shoves him away, hiding his smile in his shoulder.
