#lance blurb

[classyklancey]

[1:29 pm]

Keith stares at Lance dancing in the rain, his heart fluttering at the sight. It then aches because Keith knows he’ll never be able to touch him like the rain can.

Lance suddenly twirls and stops, panting as he stares up at the sky. He brings his head up and makes eye contact with Keith, blushing when he sees Keith staring at him.

Wait, was that a blush? Like an embarrassed blush? Or was that a blush from exerting himself by dancing?

Before Keith could contemplate on it more, Lance smirks at him and shoots him a wink before starting to dance again.

Now Keith was the one blushing.

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[12:48 am]

Lance stares at his clock, a pout prominent on his face. His stomach had been hurting all day and so, he’s been in bed all day.

It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair.

Who was going to ogle Keith all day? Who was going to compliment him every minute? Who was going to pinch his bottom when no one was looking? Who was going to send him flirty looks from across the room? Who was going to make him blush as red as his lion?

Even worse, Keith hadn’t even come to see him today. Everyone else had come to check on him—Pidge figured out what was wrong with him, Shiro asked if he needed anything, Hunk made him soup, Allura and Coran were confused on what was wrong with him but still offered support—but there was no Keith.

As Lance finally started to doze off, which took forever thanks to his pain, his bedroom door slid open. His eyes popped open and he sat up straight, which kind of hurt, and squinted in the dark to see who it was. He couldn’t tell who it was until he saw skin as pale as the moon, making his heart flutter as he realized who it was.

He then realized his heart wasn’t allowed to do that right now. He huffs and lies back down, putting his back to him. What he didn’t expect was for Keith to lie behind him and cuddle into him, being the big spoon.

They didn’t say anything. Keith just silently held him and gently rubbed his stomach, giving Lance butterfly kisses on his smooth skin every once in a while. They lied there, listening to each other’s breaths slow before slowly drifting to sleep in each other’s arms.

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[12:00 am]

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

Lance looks over at Keith, biting his lip as he looks away.

“Seven! Six! Five!”

Keith looks at Lance, taking a deep breath.

“Four! Three! Two!”

They both suddenly march towards each other, going wide-eyed as they see the other moving towards himself.

“Happy New Years!” everyone but them shouts.

Lance and Keith smile softly at each other before connecting their lips. They both pull away with a blush, staring into each other’s eyes.

“Happy New Year, Mullet.” “Happy New Year, Dummy.”

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[1:18 am]

Keith and Lance both lay in their respective rooms, staring up at the ceiling wondering if the other was thinking about them just like they both were doing.

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[5:23 pm] 

You look around the room, smiling softly at the paladins and Coran. Everyone was snuggled up in blankets, eating Christmas cookies, and watching a Christmas movie. You all argued over what movie to watch and eventually agreed to watch everyone’s movie. You wouldn’t want to spend Christmas Eve with anyone else.

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[12:58 am]

Lance wakes up to see Keith is gone from the bed. He pouts as he sits up, looking around. He tilts his head a bit when he sees Keith sitting on the floor beside the bed.

“Keith? Babe, what’re you doing? It’s,” he looks at the time with a yawn, ”almost one in the morning.” When Keith doesn’t respond, he crawls to his side of the bed and slowly wraps his arms around his shoulders since he was on the floor.

Lance sighs into Keith’s shoulder as he closes his eyes. “Another nightmare?” Keith only nods as he leans into Lance’s touch, bringing his hands to Lance’s arms.

Lance hums as he gives his loved a peck on the cheek. “Why don’t you come cuddle with me and we can talk about it? Then, I’ll tell you a sweet bedtime story while giving you kisses and a lot of compliments?”

Keith smiles at Lance’s words, crawling up onto the bed with him. “I love you, Lance.” “Ah ah, it’s Sharp Shooter to you. But, I love you too, Mullet.”