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If you told Keith a year ago that his favorite part of being in space would be sneaking off with Lance McClain to stargaze, he would have laughed in your face.
If you told him that stargazing with Lance also included introspective conversations about the nature of the universe and war and loss—frequently reaching an emotional depth that Keith had never shared with another soul? He’d probably assume you invented a new fucked up way to bully him for being gay and punch you in the face.
Klance is most definitely alive and strong, tell me why the oneshot I wrote in the span of two hours for a klance fanfic competition is my most Kudosed (??) fic..
Okay okay okay Keith loses his memory and begins to be very VERY touchy with Lance and also maybe Lance convinces him they were together idk
AWE! That's so sweet! Okay!
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Keith groaned as he came to. The light from the medical room blaring into his eyes and making him wince. He raised a hand to protect his face from the blinding light. He also realized there was a pounding in his head that seemed to reverberate, making him squeeze his eyes shut.
He was so disoriented, he didn't even realize the hand running through his hair. "Hey hey-- relax. You need to relax... Are you awake?" A voice asked. It wasn't exaclty familiar, but it wasn't completely foreign either.
Hesitantly, his eyes fluttered open and a face came into view. His heart clenched. Blue eyes like the ocean beamed into his own, followed by a smile with pink lips and brown skin that was sprawled with light dots and freckles. His hair seemed soft and there was a scent that came off of him that made Keith's headache clench but at the same time, it comforted him.
Something about this stranger made his face soften and his body sink into the bed.
Lance furrowed his brows, "Keith?" No response, just a stare that was far too ungaurded for such an aloof teammate. "Keith--"
Suddenly, he had an armful of Keith.
He jumped and felt flush go to his cheeks. "Keith, what's gotten into you?!" He attempted to pull Keith away but the other simply stayed put.
In a way too defeated voice, he mumbled, "My he'd hur's... Who... Who're you?" His voice came out in a slur and he was clearly concussed.
Lance's eyes widened and his throat went dry. Sheepishly, he looked around. Where was Coran when he needed him?
"Uhhh..." Then, in a moment of complete implicit impuliveness, he blurted out, "Yourrrrrr boy...friend?" His voice came out more as a question, but to be fair, he wasn't sure what he just said either.
Keith blinked. Lance blinked. They both starred at each other.
Lance mentally face-palmed-- why did he say that? Great. What if Keith didn't lose his memory and he was just messing with him and now he said something--
But then Keith grabbed his shoulders with an oddly happy look, "Really?" He exclaimed.
The reaction surprise him and he nodded. "Uhhh... yes?" He said, lacking conviction.
A wide smile spread on Keith's face and Lance felt his heart stutter. Uh oh, that was cute. Keith then hugged him tightly. "Okay." was all he responded with.
This was so uncharacterisitically soft that it made Lance melt. Maybe it was a little selfish, but he was eating this side of Keith up. Seriously, he wanted to just take a bite out of him because this was grossly cute.
His arms paused at his sides before they wrapped around him hesitantly. One hand held his upper back while the other cradled the back of his head, some black strands bundling where it rested. Keith sighed and held onto him.
He was acting like such a sweet boy.
They cuddled for a while, anytime Lance so much as pulled back a bit, Keith would hold on tighter. This Keith was so much more clingier than full-memory Keith.
Maybe if he told him how he actually felt when his memories came back, he could indulge more... But with the real thing.
"I'm happy we're boyfriends..." Keith nuzzled into his neck and relaxed his body weight into him.
Sighing into Keith's hair, Lance just muttered, "Yeah, same..." And held him tighter.
it’s still lances bday where i am so im posting this bc idc if its late 👅✌️
— happy birthday lance mcclain !!
short one-shot, klance agenda!
they’re on earth so bare that in mind!
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let’s start ^^
“lance. lance, wake up.” keith is standing over lance’s bed, poking his side until the boy gets up.
“jeez, keith, leave me alone! let me sleep.” lance brings his blanket over his head and slaps the others hand away, moving further from his reach.
“lance just get up!” keith pulls the blanket off of him and forces lance to sit up.
“what the hell?! what is wrong with you?!” lance exclaims, putting his hands out to try and grab the blanket again.
“i needed you to get up.” keith shrugs, simply throwing the blanket off to the side where lance can’t reach it.
lance glares at the currently taller boy and looks around his room to find anything hard to throw at him.
no luck, so he sticks to glaring.
“what time is it anyway? why are you waking me up?” he asks, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes.
“like, 2 in the morning.” keith says like it’s not an insane time to wake someone up. he leans against lance’s bed post and waits for him to get up.
“2 in the-! keith, seriously, what is wrong with you!” lance looks out the window and, sure enough, it’s dark outside, meaning keith really just woke him up in the middle of the night.
“i have something to show you.” keith pushes off the frame and nods towards the door, inviting lance to leave with him.
“im not going anywhere, its 2 in the freaking morning! im going back to sleep!” lance gets up to grab the blanket off the floor and keith takes this opportunity to grab his wrist and drag him towards the door.
“keith! i swear on all the space aliens in the universe that what you have to show me is not this important!” lance tries to fight against him, but having just woken up means he’s definitely not at full strength.
“lance, just trust me.” keith looks back at him and gives lance a smile that makes him follow his lead. he takes advantage of his strength and lance’s still half asleep state to lead them outside and to the roof of the building.
“what are we doing up here?” lance asks, wrapping his arms around himself as the cold night breeze flows around him.
“look. the stars.” keith points up to the night sky and lance follows his gaze.
despite the horrible light pollution, the stars somehow managed to shine incredibly bright. you could see them clear as day at this time of night.
“woah… okay so maybe what you had to show me was worth waking up at 2 am.” lance teases and nudges keith’s side.
“even the moon looks beautiful.”
“yeah, really nice.” keith responds, but he wasn’t looking at the night sky.
lance was so entranced by the stars and moon he didn’t notice keith reaching into his pocket and taking something out.
“here. for your birthday.”
lance looks down at keith’s hand and sees the small box and letter he’s holding, carefully taking them out his hands. he inspects them in surprise, totally forgetting that tonight would be his birthday.
but keith remembered.
“well, aren’t you a charmer? waking me up to see the stars for my birthday, and even giving me a gift.” lance tilts his head with a smirk and starts opening the letter.
“actually! don’t read that right now. read it when you get back to your room. but the box- the box you can open.” keith rambles, rubbing the nape of his neck to fight against his awkwardness.
lance raises an eyebrow at his suspiciously but puts the letter in his back pocket anyway, “okay.. fine.”
lance opens up the little box and is met with a blue bracelet with a red star charm on it.
“we’re matching.” keith says before lance can say anything about the gift, holding up his wrist to show off his red bracelet with a blue star charm on it.
lances heart skips a beat and even the cold air couldn’t cool down his heated ears.
“gross, how cheesy are you bro?” he says, trying to play it cool and not like he wants to kiss keith until the sun comes up.
keith narrows his eyes in annoyance, “shut up! i think im allowed to be cheesy!”
lance laughs at him, “im just messing with you! come on, help me put it on.” he takes the bracelet out, wanting it on immediately, and stuffing the box away in his own pocket.
keith takes the bracelet from lance’s hands and grabs his wrist, putting it on with the utmost care. lance watches as he does this, focus completely on the boy in front of him.
“there, done.” keith looks up and realizes just how close they are together. yet, he doesn’t move away, and he doesn’t even let go of lance’s hand.
“it’s cool, i like it. A lot. thank you keith.” lance says, voice low as the air around them thickens.
“of course.” keith responds, voice breathless and like his throat will dry out if he speaks any longer.
it’s another second, or maybe minute, or maybe even an hour before the two boys move away from each other.
lance clears his throat before he breaks the silence, “i’ll make sure to take good care of it!”
“yeah, you better. it’d be weird for only me to have a piece of a matching set.”
lance lets out a breathy laugh and keith can’t help the smile that grows on his face.
they sit on the roof for a while longer after that, sometimes looking at the stars and most times looking at each other.
“we should probably head back now. before the sun comes up.” keith says, standing up and sticking his hand out for lance to take.
“yeah, i guess you’re right.” lance looks up at his hand and hesitates for only a moment before taking it and helping himself to his feet.
keith starts walking ahead again, dragging lance behind him. neither of them let go of the others hand.
they reach lances room in no time, simply standing outside the door as they prepare to say goodbye.
“i’ll see you in the morning?” lance asks, rubbing his thumb against the back of keith’s hand.
“yeah. sleep well, lance.” keith gives his hand a squeeze and lets go, turning away and starting to walk back to his own room.
“wait, keith!” lance calls out, his courage and confidence finally taking over. keith immediately turns around and lance walks back over to him.
lance grabs the barely shorter boys face and places his lips softly against his.
“thank you, again, for the gift.” he says, pulling away from him.
keith can do nothing but simply nod in acknowledgment.
the reality of what he just did finally hits lance and his cheeks burn up, quickly putting his hands at his side and entering his room.
“well, goodnight now!” he says, closing the door before he hears what else keith might say.
let’s just say, neither of the boys really managed to sleep that night. the ghost feel of the others lips kept them awake all night.
Lance sat in the kitchen chair that earler he had lugged to the corner of Hunk's living room and watched his friends partake in the festivities of a good old fashioned house party.
It was getting late and he figured he would soon make his way home. He had put on his coat thinking he was ready to leave when Keith caught his eye.
Keith was very flushed and swayed slightly but his eyes sparkled and he wore a wide grin. He was talking to Hunk about something Lance couldn't hear over the music and chatter of the other attendees.
Lance felt a tug in his chest. To his surprise, he felt jealous that Hunk had Keith's attention, despite the fact that Keith's encouragement was the reason he was even at the party and they had spent most of it talking to each other.
Keith and Lance had grown close after their return to Earth. When Keith wasn't away on his humanitarian missions, he always made an effort to check in on Lance and overtime Keith had somehow become his best friend.
Lance hadn't been sure he even wanted to attend this party. He was worried he would feel Allura's absense too much, but Keith had claimed he needed his emotional support extrovert if he was going to survive a social gathering and that it would be good for Lance to see the gang again.
Keith was right. It was good to see the gang again. Stories, jokes and laughs were passed around. So were the drinks. Maybe, no, probably, too many drinks.
Keith looked his way, noticed Lance's coat and made his way over.
"Hey Keith, C'mere!" Lance grabbed Keith's arm and pulled the unsteady Keith towards him.
Keith stumbled and fell into Lance's lap. Instead of getting off, he swung one leg over Lance and strattled him.
"Lance, I think I might be a little drunk," he declared.
"I know you are very drunk because I am sure I am drunk and you drank more than me."
"Who let Romelle mix the drinks?" Keith asked.
"Ha Ha ha. Who cares! They were good!" Lance chuckled.
"Lance?" Keith planted his forehead against Lance's.
"Yeah?" Lance swallowed.
"I think...I think... you should take me home before I do something stupid...like...hit on you," Keith whispered.
Lance threw back his head and released a full belly laugh that caused Keith to bounce slightly.
Keith grabbed Lance by the hood of his jacket and pulled it up over his head.
"Are you laughing at me?" Keith looked offended, but in a drunk, he'll forget about it in two minutes, kind of way.
"Yes! I am! You are literally sitting on me right now. I think you're hitting on me already."
"Oh, shit. I guess, I am." Keith let go of Lance's hood and put his arms aorund Lance, "I noticed you haven't pushed me off."
"Oh, shit, I guess I haven't," Lance stared at Keith with a stupid grin and rubbed Keith's back.
Keith smiled back, lowered heavy eye lids, and leaned towards him.
Lance dodged the incoming kiss and gave Keith a squeeze.
"I am too warm," he declared and shimmied his hips to let Keith know his lap time was done.
Keith relunctantly stepped off of Lance and hung his head.
Lance grabbed Keith's hand and pulled him toward's the front door. He grabbed Keith's coat on the way out.
Once outside he drapped the coat around Keith and used it to pull him close. He kissed Keith tenderly under the night sky, and away from the eyes of the other party guests. A slight breeze sent a sweet chill through him.
Keith kissed him back.
Ha accidently dropped the coat as his hands made their way to Keith's hair and Keith's hands were in his.
After a few moments of kissing, Keith spoke, "Lance, I want to take you home and cradle you in my arms."
"OK, but just cuddles cause we're too drunk, and I'll try my best not to forget this time."
i did the thing guys. i made another one-shot. and it's longer than last time AND i made art for it too !! woah !!!!
this fic is meant to be more feel-good / have low(er) stakes issues and be a day-in-the-life type thing. i've never written a thing like this before, so i can only hope i delivered some of the good vibes for u all :-3
available on AO3 here (or just search Little Acts of Kindness -- my user is also velitor over there !!)
M rating because of cursing -- no smut / violence / whatever else
Timestamp: on a random day before they knew about Keith's Galra heritage.
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Lance POV
'phew, what a day', I think to myself, recalling todays mission, as I go to the kitchen to make myself what seems to be some altean version of a coffee.
I prepare my beverage, while thinking about the eventful adventure today. We rescued an entire planet from the Galran empire, which is pretty cool. 'I'm so awesome, I really am the sharpshooter Lance', I proudly think to myself as I add a caramel-like goo to my cup, before preparing the coffee. As I'm grabbing the pumpkin spice, I stop in my tracks, remembering a detail about the fight.
I didn't want to face it, but something in the fight was off. No matter how much I tried to tell myself 'it's done, we saved that planet and now we're all chill', something was definitely up and happening right before our very eyes, with nobody stepping up to take care of it. Keith.
While I was flying to get some of the inhabitants of the planet, I saw something. I get the pumpkin spice and put it on the counter, deep into thought, trying to piece the details together. I had seen Keith during that moment in the corner of my eye, stopping in his tracks with red. The heavy breathing I heard in the microphone of my helmet was definitely him.
Even after the mission ended Keith didn't talk much, he never does, but in that moment even less. I thought he was just tired, but now I'm realising there definitely is something up with him that he hasn't told any of us.
I leave the coffee behind and hurriedly make my way towards Keith's room, or at least as fast as my fluffy slippers allow me to.
On the way I run into a few of the others, particularly Hunk who I accidentally actually run into, because I was that deep into thought. Stepping back and looking at my taller friend I just hurriedly ask :"sorry hunk, have you seen Keith?". "Keith?", Hunk takes a break to think:" I don't know, are you on the way to his room? If he's there tell him I'm making lasagna tonight". Not even answering I run off, showing a quick thumbs up, continuing on my way.
Seems like Keith hasn't seen the other paladins since we got back either. Finally getting to his room I take a deep breath and try to calm myself, before knocking on the door. 'You got this Lance, you just have to stay calm', I tell myself, as I wait for Keith to open the door.
After a few seconds I hear the mechanic sounds of the door smoothly opening, with Keith standing right infront of me. "What do you want Lance", he asks in his usual tone, although I can see by the redness in his eyes he had cried.
"Can I come in? I don't wanna discuss this in the hall", I suggest and Keith simply makes way for me to get inside, gesturing I have permission. Making my way into his poster filled room I search for a seat, before ultimately deciding to sit on the floor beside all the pillows and the... Hippo plushie...? Didn't know he had that. Catching myself smiling slightly at the thought of him cuddling with it, my gaze immediately shoots away and locks onto Keith, who is making his way to the other side of the pillow island, after getting a red blanket.
He throws the blanket on himself and sits down, before asking me :"so, what was it that you needed to come into my room?", looking a bit confused at me, but seeming to not mind my presence.
I take a deep breath, looking at the floor to avoid his curious look, tracing with my finger across one of the pillows. "During the mission", I begin "you seemed to stop in your tracks and I heard you breathing really heavy into the microphone of your helmet. Even after we came back you seemed off. What was that about?".
Silence fills the room, I continue tracing my finger along the pillow, waiting for Keith's answer. After tracing and tracing I think to myself:'what's taking so long'. "Keith?", I say as I look up towards my fellow paladin who is looking at me in an expression that seems like a mixture of shock and sadness. He shakes it off and stammers :"so you noticed that? I guess I was a bit out of it".
I really want to be satisfied with that answer and believe that this is all there is to his statement, but I can't ignore this feeling in my gut, that there is more than a harmless odd mood. A pit in my stomach so heavy it feels like a huge stone.
"Keith, I really want to believe it was just that, but I can tell you cried by the redness in your eyes", I try to softly tell him. The expression on his face changes and he raises his voice:"oh so now what? Are you going to make fun of me for crying?". "No, that's not it, dude, what's going on? I'm trying to comfort you", I say, as I slightly back off, taking a pillow into my arms.
Keith slightly stands up, so that he is kneeling over me. "Oh yeah? Where was that comfort when you always used to be so mean to me, pushing me away and telling me that I'm just some annoying emo guy", Keith half-yells, in a slightly broken voice and are his eyes yellow?
I stare in shock, but before I can take a closer look Keith bursts into tears and I hug him. 'what the heck was that?', I think to myself
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