#mateith

[kuroochako]

*inhales* I, being a good Katt shipper, fixed it :)

[matt-n-keith]

Cuddles

Okay it’s a little over one am and I wanted something fluffy and warm. So this little piece of cheese was born. It’s probably the same universe as Misery Loves Company, because I love the idea of Astronomy Teacher Matt.

Fandom: VLD.

Pairing: Matt x Keith

Rating: G. Honestly it’s pure fluff. I think there’s like 1 swear word, and that’s it.

A sudden knock startled him and he turned towards the door, only to find a very disheveled and sleepy-looking Keith frowning at him.

“Keith?” Matt asked, confused.

“I'm tired," Keith mumbled grouchily. "Could you please turn off the lights and come to bed?"

Matt blinked and looked at the clock, squinting at it. He was surprised to notice that it was way past one am. "Sorry, babe, I didn't notice."

Keith scowled from his place on the door and Matt smiled crookedly at him.

"I’ll finish with this and go, I promise."

Keith huffed and, instead of turning back to their room and to their warm bed as Matt was half-expecting, shuffled towards Matt and peered over his shoulder.

"Grading?"

Matt hummed, amused at the obvious distaste in Keith's tone. "Yep. I have..." He counted the sheets of paper that were left to mark and groaned in despair. "Thirteen more to go."

"No," Keith said firmly, and forcibly took the red pen from Matt's grip. "You've been up since six am, and tomorrow you don't have classes until ten. You are coming to bed, now. Correct these tomorrow morning."

Matt sighed and attempted to get back his pen, but Keith skillfully danced away from him, holding the pen high over his head. Matt slumped back in his chair and chuckled softly.

"Okay, okay. You win, pen kidnapper."

"I'll gladly accept the title as long as you come to bed. Now."

Matt rolled his eyes but smiled, and immediately started putting his things away.

"Let them be," Keith growled, impatient. "They are not going anywhere, for fuck's sake. Matt, come to bed. Bed."

Laughing good-naturedly, Matt got to his feet and walked towards Keith to engulf him in a hug. Keith tensed minutely, but then returned his embrace. Matt hummed contently and buried his nose in Keith's neck. His long hair tickled his nose and he sighed, feeling suddenly exhausted. How hadn't he noticed he was this tired?

It seemed like he had said that out loud, because Keith answered in a dry but very fond tone, "It's because you are a workaholic."

Matt made a soft noise of protest, but it went completely ignored.

"C'mon. Move your pretty butt. I'm tired, too," Keith insisted, and Matt whined dramatically when he was softly pushed away.

Keith giggled. "Bed. Now, you big baby."

"I demand cuddles," Matt said petulantly as he was rudely manhandled towards their bedroom.

"Yeah, yeah. Brush your teeth and change first."

"Tyrant," he mumbled, and hurriedly went to the bathroom before Keith could retaliate.

When he looked at his reflection in the mirror, he flinched. Ugh, he looked like death warmed over. There were deep bruises under his eyes, which were bloodshot. It was no wonder Keith had been so insistent that he leave the rest of the grading for tomorrow.

When he went back to their room, he couldn't fight the smile as his eyes fell on the curled up form of his husband under the covers.

His husband.

It was something that he still couldn't quite comprehend.

It seemed like a dream, like a fragile illusion of a fantasy that would disappear the moment Matt blinked. But it wasn't, because he had already lost count of how many times he has woken up to the reality of a warm body next to him, left ring finger adorned with a simple golden band that meant so much more.

It always made him feel giddy. He would never tire of it, he was sure.

"Do you want your cuddles, or are you gonna keep looking at me from over there like an idiot?"

Matt laughed, feeling like his chest was about to burst, and joined his husband in their bed, ready to cuddle and sleep. 

[kuroochako]

PLEASE SOMEONE, IF YOU'RE INTO VOLTRON AND SHIP KATT COME SCREAM WITH ME ABOUT IT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[matt-n-keith]

Fireworks

Prompt: Person A hates how loud fireworks are. Person B covers Person A’s ears while they watch.

Mateith (Matt x Keith) - Drabble

Keith flinches, startled at the loud fizz and boom of the first firework crossing the night sky.

At his side, Matt turns concerned eyes to him.

"Are you alright?" he asks. His voice is loud to make himself heard over the noise, but his tone is soothing and warm, and Keith shakes his head.

"Yeah, I'm—" he starts, but then another firework explodes with a deafening boom in a shower of bright, beautiful colors and he flinches again, startled.

His heart is beating erratically in his chest; adrenaline pumps through his veins, making him feel wired and stressed out. Fireworks are loud and sudden and frightening in a way that makes him think of gunshots, of blood and screams and death; and he can't, he hates it, he—

Warm, mitten-clad hands cover his ears, and Keith blinks, confused at the sudden change. Matt has turned him a bit and put himself right behind Keith in a sort of awkward hug, and his warm breath teases the back of Keith's neck with every exhalation.

"Better, now?" he asks, and Keith feels a surge of gratitude so intense he feels he's burning with love from the inside.

"Yes," he answers, and lets himself fall back into the warmth of Matt's body. Another firework lights up the sky, drawing complex patterns in brilliant colors, but the sound isn't as jarring now, with Matt's hands protecting Keith’s ears. "Yes, it is.”

[matt-n-keith]

Misery Loves Company

Fandom: VLD

Words: 1128

Pairing: Mateith (Matt x Keith)

G. Sickfic.

“Achoo!”

The sneeze is brutal, even if he's been expecting it for some time. The annoying, tingly sensation on the back of his throat had been a dead giveaway, as well as the itching inside his nose. Matt felt the bastard coming long before it happens.

But even prepared for it, it takes him by surprise.

And God, he hates it.

His temples throb, his throat hurts, and his nose is dripping. Disgusted, he promptly dabs at it with his too abused tissue, thinking that he needs to change it soon. It's so wet, it’s almost useless.

The sniffing noise he makes then is rather pathetic, if he’s being honest with himself.

“Bless you,” Keith says at his side, voice nasal.

“Thanks,” Matt grumbles, sniffing again. “I hate being sick,” he moans, discarding the sodden tissue and extracting a new one from the box they’ve been sharing.

He blows his nose and relishes the brief moment in which he’s able to feel fresh air entering through his nostrils. It’s over before he can actually enjoy it, though, and he scowls to show the world his misery.

“I know,” Keith says drily, but the tone lacks his usual grumpiness.

In fact, he’s smiling, and Matt thinks he looks beautiful even with a red nose and sunken gray-blue eyes.

Up to two days ago, Matt had been almost sure that a sick Keith would be a lot grumpier than normal Keith, but he has been proven wrong.

Sick Keith is clingy.

It’s surprising, but not at all unwelcome. Matt will never say no to a request for cuddles and comfort.

“I’m really sorry,” Keith suddenly blurts, dropping his smile and curling a bit on himself. He tugs the comforter up to his nose, and then hides his face completely behind it. The only thing that is visible now is the top of his messy black hair.

Matt frowns, confused with the sudden change of attitude. He shifts his position on the couch so that he can see Keith better.

“Keith?”

“Sorry,” he mumbles behind the thick comforter.

“For what?” Matt asks, puzzled.

Keith doesn’t respond immediately, and Matt huffs. He moves another bit and tugs the comforter down, revealing Keith’s face.

But he won’t look at him.

Matt suppresses the need to roll his eyes and instead pokes Keith’s on the cheek.

“Hey!” Keith scowls, batting the offending digit away. “Stop that!”

Matt can’t help but smile at his affronted look, but doesn’t laugh. Instead, he tries for a semi-stern expression.

“What are you sorry for?” he asks again, making sure to keep eye contact with the younger man.

Keith doesn’t answer, keeping his mouth stubbornly shut. Matt doesn’t press him, he just keeps staring at him with a neutral face, eyebrow raised.

“Gettin’ you sick,” Keith admits after a while, sounding a bit miffed. “It was my fault, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be sick right now, and I know how much you hate it…”

“Keith,” Matt interrupts him, gently. Keith shuts his mouth with a click, and looks at Matt with a hint of worry shining in his normally vibrant eyes. “I really don’t mind,” he says, but Keith’s disbelieving expression makes him elaborate. “I don’t blame you. Yeah, being sick sucks balls, but I don’t blame you for catching it myself. It’s actually my fault, seen as you tried to keep to yourself but I would have none of it.”

“Still…”

“No,” Matt says sternly. “You are not at fault, and I’m not mad at you.”

“But your classes…”

Matt snorts. “As if those rascals will miss me,” he says drily. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they are celebrating right now. After all, their boring astronomy teacher won’t be bothering them the whole week.”

Instead of laughing, as Matt half-expected, Keith scowls. He straightens from his curled up position and pins Matt with a stern, angry glare.

Matt blinks at the sudden change in mood—he is going to have whiplash if this continues happening.

“You are not boring,” Keith growls with so much intensity and feeling that Matt feels a little bit taken aback. “I’ve helped you plan your classes before, and they are not boring. I love them. You make them interesting ‘cause it’s what you love. You love teaching, and you love the stars. It was your love for space what made me fall in love with it, you know?”

Matt feels a little dizzy; Keith has never been one to talk this much, and never with so much intensity. “What?”

Keith nods once, and then his eyes lose focus. This makes it easier for Matt to shake himself off and actually focus.

For a moment, Keith doesn’t say anything. Then, his lips curl up in a soft smile and he looks at Matt again. And God, there’s so much warmth and affection burning in that gaze that Matt isn’t sure he remembers how to breathe.

“At the Garrison,” Keith says, voice soft, “I was only thinking about becoming a pilot.” He tucks a lock of hair behind his ear and looks away, a bit self-conscious. “I only wanted to fly, to feel the adrenaline high as I raced the sky. Then I met Shiro, and through him, I met you. And by listening to you talk about space—about planets and stars and galaxies—I came to love it. I love it now because of you. I’m sure your students feel the same.”

Matt can feel his throat clog up, and his eyes fill up with tears. He tries to say something, to give a verbal answer to Keith’s honesty, but the words won’t come. Instead, he only manages to produce a choked-off sound that makes Keith look up in alarm.

His eyes widen comically as he catches sight of Matt’s expression.

“What? What did I say? Why are you crying? Why—?”

Matt chuckles out a wet laugh, full of happiness and probably a lot of snot, and immediately envelops Keith in a hug.

Keith clings to him, just as he always does when Matt hugs him: tight and without a doubt. After a minute, he starts drawing soothing circles on the small of Matt’s back.

Matt feels gross. Crying seems to have given his sinuses a green light to go ahead and release even more mucus. But he’s so incredibly happy that he doesn’t actually care.

“I love you,” he whispers in Keith’s ear, nasally and punctuated with a sniff.

Keith tenses in his arms for a second, and then melts into him again.

“I love you, too,” he answers, and Matt doesn’t need to be looking at him to know that he’s smiling that soft, precious smile Matt adores so much.

Being sick might not be as bad as he’d thought.

“Achoo!”

Okay, he lied. It’s still pretty horrible, but having Keith there with him makes it tolerable, at least.

[matt-n-keith]

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