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he had an exciting day and wanted to talk about it :)

please don’t repost (reblogs are cool tho <3)

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i love the idea of keith having moments where he has trouble verbally expressing himself, especially his affections, so he relies heavily on body language/action/etc and lance just... gets it.

keith, struggling to articulate his feelings: it’s.. i’m.. god i don’t know.. i just.. when i... you... >:(

lance: its ok buddy take ur time

keith, frowning with frustration for a few more seconds, then sighing and wrapping lance in a tight hug:

lance, hugging him back: i know. i love you too, keith

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somewhere in the middle of everything happy

klance | 800 words | rated T

it was a twitter friend’s birthday on sunday so i wrote a little drabble as a present. enjoy

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keith, returning with ice cream cones for himself and lance: here you go babe

hunk: lance you like MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP???

pidge: fucking gross

lance: what can i say, my taste in ice cream is like my taste in men: bad

hunk, contemplating:

pidge: at least he's self aware

keith, still holding his & his bf's melting ice cream: 🧍 guys im literally right here

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was thinking abt domestic kl on twitter last night so please take this

i know ive talked about it before but.. morning person keith is such a good headcanon.. like, he doesn't need as much sleep bc of galra genes so he gets to wake up before the sun every morning and he just spends time out on the porch, or going for a run with kosmo, or watering the 10 billion plants lance collects and then forgets to take care of.

he gets to watch the sun rise, and the flowers open up, and the dew collect on the grass. he gets to hear the first trill of birdsong and the faint hum of cars on the distant highway as the early risers like him begin their day.

he gets to read his favorite book and drink his tea and eat his toast and get jam all over the pajama shirt he stole from lance (he will get an earful for this later, but for now he just licks it off the cotton and figures that's good enough).

he gets to be wide awake when it comes time for lance to wake up. he gets to make a nice warm cup of coffee and an egg-and-cheese-on-an-everything-bagel sandwich. and he gets to bring it into lance, who has burrowed himself into a blanket burrito and migrated to keith's side of the bed in an unconscious effort to claim keith's warm spot (he runs hot bc of his galra genes) and nuzzle into the scent of keith's pillow.

keith gets to set the plate and mug down on the bedside table and kneel in front of the bed, right in front of lance's head. he gets to reach up and brush the hair out of lance's face while he puffs out little sleepy breaths. he gets to watch as lance's face contorts, as he groans, as he smushes his face into keith's pillow and frowns, as he notices the touch of keith's hand and the smell of breakfast and he blinks open his bleary, squinty, sleep-crusted eyes.

keith gets to see the dazed but happy smile that spreads across lance's lips as he mumbles "good morning" in a scratchy voice, his morning breath puffing out into keith's face, but keith doesn't care. he just leans into lance's space further and presses a kiss to his forehead and says "took you long enough, huh, sleeping beauty?"

and lance makes a grumbling noise and says "shut up and give me my coffee, asshole" but he's smiling and holding back laughter as he says it, putting a palm on keith's face and (gently) shoving him away.

keith grins into lance's hand but retreats, standing back up as lance shuffles into a sitting position and stretches his limbs. keith particularly enjoys this stage because he gets to watch the flex of lance's muscles. but lance doesn't need to know that or he'll never let keith live it down.

but maybe, judging by the way he seems to arch his back off the bed a little too much, and the way his eyes are locked on keith's when keith looks back up to meet his gaze--maybe he already knows it.

it should be embarrassing, but he can't quite bring himself to care. not when lance is giving him such a handsome little smirk and patting the spot on the bed next to him--his own spot, because he was still commandeering keith's.

keith doesn't need to be told twice, because sleepy lance is, admittedly, one of his favorite lances. so he gladly sits himself down and folds his hands over his stomach and watches while lance eats his breakfast and bemoans the need to wake up and start the day.

and when lance is finished eating, then comes the best part: when he's awake but not quite, and he's at his cuddliest, and he scoots over to keith and presses a big eggy kiss to his cheek and wraps his arms around his torso and rests his head against his chest and tangles their legs together.

it's nice, at least until lance notices the jam stain on his shirt, and even then it's still nice, because despite lance's complaints and reprimanding pinches--or perhaps, possibly, because of them--keith feels entirely warm and content and at peace with the world around him, which is a feeling he never thought he would have, not in a million years. and yet, here he is.

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tumblr will Snipe me if i put a link in this post but i finally posted that 64 slide klance powerpoint presentation i was talking about like 84 years ago. i’ll put the actual link in a reblog and see if that still gets me flagged but either way it’s up on my twitter rn <3 my handle there is the same as it is here

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your tags on my you're talking to your highness post.....mwah. i would literally give you my whole entire heart in exchange for a princess x knight romellura fic

okay so maybe i.......... wrote it

(it’s queen allura tho bc im a sucker for queen allura)

SO enjoy a romellura fic feat. allura knighting romelle <3

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hello i meant to post this on valentine’s day but alas here we are... anyway have a nyzor doodle <3