Keith has been thriving lately, his novels flying off the bookshelves. Everyone seems to appreciate the mystery novels loaded with dark yet realistic plot lines, raw emotions and heartbreaking backstories, even if the main character is a little broody.
So when his publisher, Allura, encourages him to step out of his comfort zone with his next novel, Keith doesn't hesitate much. How hard could it be?
Except...it's a romance subplot Keith is trying to shoehorn. And he's failing miserably at it.
But maybe a certain barista and a journey of self-discovery could help him find his words.
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OR: Keith's a writer and Lance's a barista. One learns what love feels like and the other tries not to strangle his neck for not figuring it out faster.
So, I accidentally may have (very, very) roughly plotted another fic. It was not my fault, I swear. I fully blame Jason Mraz for this one, as it was I'm Yours that set it off to begin with.
This really is super rough, don't say I didn't warn you
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Coffee shop/bar (yes it’s both) - lgbt flavored w/open mic
Bartender/barista/writer Keith (also wears glasses occasionally, which Lance thinks are f’ing adorable)
Musician Lance
Writer Keith
Comes in bc his family doesn't like the idea of him being a professional musician or bi, and it’s a space he knows they won’t know about
Mutual pining for a bit bc they're dumbasses
Lance is def wearing a denim jacket w/a bi pin
Shiro def gives Keith shit about Lance
Has to come to the conclusion himself (w/help from Veronica, who doesn’t speak to them much anymore outside her siblings after she came out in college) that his parents are toxic
Couple of hookups & makeout sessions leave Keith thoroughly confused
He eventually ends their unspoken arrangement bc of all the mixed signals
Lance talks things out w/Veronica (^^^^^), who convinces him to go low-contact with their parents at least for a little while and go after Keith
Which he does, catching him as the bar's closing for the night and Confessing in the parking lot
Mami overheard part of the convo btwn her children & confronts Lance when he gets home
Tells him that she's thought about it and that she just wants him to be safe and happy and that if it's ...not with a woman... then she's ok with that
She also understands if he still doesn't want much to do with his father since he's a bit more old school catholic
Lance says he'll think about it, but that he probably won't talk to his father much if he can avoid it
She asks him if he's seeing anyone and he tells her about Keith
She's still a little unsure, but he's happy, so she lets it go
Lance still goes to open mic nights & they take their newly solidified relationship slowly
Until they're confronted by lances father one night when Keith drops him off
Lance pulls back, afraid that Keith won't want to be with him bc of that
Keith's the one to reach out first reassuring Lance that he's not breaking up with him bc of his parents
Mami finds out about the confrontation and a fight starts
This is at the same time as Luis shows up with Lisa and the kids
He sends them off and goes inside with Lance, backs up his mother and baby brother and tells his father to pull his head out of his ass and grow up
Mami tells him not to speak to his father that way, but Luis says that he's earned this and that she knows he's right
He gets Lance out of the house with the excuse of getting Lisa & the kids
In the car, he tells Lance to come stay with them for a while to get away from their father and the tension he knows will be between their parents
It takes a little but Lance finally gives in
About 3 weeks later, during which time Luis has gotten to know Keith a bit (he's also been formally introduced to the rest of his siblings who have decided they're adopting him) Lance is back for another event at the coffeeshop during the day
He's been a bit hesitant (slowing their relationship down even more after the blowup with his parents but decides that he doesn't want to wait anymore and tells Keith in the way he knows best - through music - and forgoes playing one of his own songs in favor of Jason Mraz
Keith gets it immediately and by the end of the song, so does everyone else
Klance are so focused on each other neither of them noticed Lance's father standing by the door, or when he stepped out just before the song finished
Shiro kicks Keith out from behind the bar, sending him out to the café floor. He ends up just standing in the middle, between tables watching. Or he would be if Lance could keep his eyes off him
Lance doesn’t even bother putting his guitar down, just swings it around to his back to rush the few yards between himself and Keith, where he says that he can’t keep waiting and fuck whatever his father has to say about it. The next person in line for the event takes over the stage area, a bohemian punk (90s-style sundress w/combat boots, leather jacket) lesbian with a ukulele, and quietly hands Lance’s guitar case to Shiro over the bar before starting her own performance
Keith makes the suggestion that they get out of there, and Shiro calls out that he has the case and reminds Keith that all his shit is still in the break room. Finally on their way out, Lance asks if Keith drove in, and he says that Shiro did, which Lance then says means that he gets to keep Keith for as long as he wants for the rest of the day
Lance’s father had been waiting outside, hoping he wouldn’t be staying at the coffee shop for too long. Keith takes Lance’s hand, grounding him, but he still asks why his father’s there. He says that he and mami had several very long conversations, and he eventually realized that he couldn’t hold with that part of his faith anymore. Mami made him realize that he was getting to the point of losing one of his children permanently, and that if it went on long enough, he was going to alienate all of his children. Family is more important than his faith, and while he’s not giving it up, he’s not giving up his children either, and apologizes for how he’s been, and hopes that Lance can forgive him for it eventually. Lance says that he has to think about it, but that he and Keith have plans and he needs some time
When asked after getting to Lance’s car, he says that his plan for the rest of the day was that he didn’t have a plan and just wanted time with Keith, doing anything and everything. Keith says that maybe they should just leave the car there in the shop’s parking lot. He knows that Lance doesn’t know the area as well as he does, and takes his bf on something of a walking tour of the city’s queer quarter. They end up at the end of the day in the park right between the shop and the ocean. The only other thing that’s still bothering Lance is his parents lack of support for him wanting to chase his dream of being a professional musician. Keith says that while having his parents support would be great to have, he does have the support of his siblings, friends, and especially his boyfriend. Lance knows he’s right, and decides fuck it, he’ll never know if he doesn’t try it, and just hopes that his parents will come around eventually.
A few days later, and Lance is at Keith’s city apartment, his exposed brick bohemian writer’s loft a good backdrop for his first video, which then gets posted to various social media.
A few years later, and Keith is there in the front row for Lance’s first major tour, starting in their hometown. He’s already published his first novel and already working on another. Lance may not be selling out in every stop on the tour, but it’s far better than projected, and he’s not forgetting his coffee shop roots, playing a second, shorter show in a queer-friendly spot in every city the next day. Keith is going on tour with him, writing while on the road.
But the last night spent in their apartment (Lance moved in with Keith 6 months after the apology from his father – they’ve made up, with both him and Veronica, and his are parents fully on-board with his music career) is the important one. They’re leaving after the set at their shop the next day, and this will be the last night in their own bed for a while. Lance is wiped out from the show, but Keith won’t let him go to sleep just yet. Both in their pajamas, the only light the moonlight and the strings of warm fairy lights, Keith pulls small a leather box from the back of his nightstand and proposes to his emotional boyfriend. Lance tackles Keith to the bed, and Keith laughs, asking if he can take that as a yes? Of course it is, you bastard.
Coffee shop au! And it’s Christmas! Lance co-owns a café with Hunk and Keith is a writer that visits frequently for his daily dose of coffee and Lance.
Are there any more author!keith or writer!keith fics other than “Blue Shells and Comic Books” because I’ve read that one like five times lmao
oo i read some good ones recently- jenna
Redo by lil0urry (1/1 | 8,016 | Teen and Up)
“Enough about me, though, what’s it like to be Keith Kogane nowadays?” Lance tugs on a lock of Keith’s hair again. “Still writing?
Keith bites his lip. “Uh,” he says, remembering the the boredom, the sameness. The daze, the numbness, the emptiness. Working a boring insurance job, living in a shitty apartment, the typewriter gathering dust back in his room. “I really think I peaked in high school.”
Lance straight up laughs at that. “That’s impossible! You’re out of your mind,” Lance says. Their stop is coming up, the train is slowing down. “You know, cause we never hooked up in high school.”
Or the one where Keith and Lance haven't seen each other since high school, but they get a second chance.
Inspired by the song 80's Films by Jon Bellion
Caramel Macchiato, Extra Cream by LostSpaceship (1/1 | 12,027 | Teen and Up)
"The bell rang, and a person clad in a blue bomber jacket stumbled through the door from the wind and rain that Keith hadn't even noticed had gotten worse."
Or Keith is distracted by a guy in a blue bomber jacket and gets nothing done. Feelings, fluff and angst follow.
Chit Chat by vtheadorkable (1/1 | 3,430 | General)
When you get the chance to go out with a cute boy bcs you accidentally swapped notebooks#LuckyMe #Goalsliked by: t.shirogane, a.llura94, h.garret, shy-shay, pidgeoon, matt.h95 and 25 others
Request: Some college au lance and keith, where maybe keith gets like really badly sick (Up to you my friend how) and lance has to force him to stop going to classes/go to the hospital but keith gets so freaking stressed because he must have perfect grades (Klance if you want!!) Thank!!! C:
Summary: When Keith comes down sick, he assumes its nothing and carries on. But as classes and deadlines start to take their toll, it becomes more and more obvious to both Keith and his boyfriend Lance, that this ‘cold’ is anything but normal. How he made it to lectures with full blown pneumonia, he’ll never know, but something he does know is that no matter what, Lance will always be by his side.
‘Babe, did you get the coffee?’
Keith raised his head, pausing in his feeble attempt to remove his shoes without experiencing a rapid, unplanned introduction to the floor.
‘Huh?’ he called, a small wince seeping through his teeth at the irritable scrape in his throat. He had been feeling ill for days, sluggish and tired, with a growing wet cough that burned his airways and pounded his head like a hammer on an anvil. He knew he had a fever - that morning while Lance had still been sleeping he had snuck into his bathroom and borrowed his thermometer, only find that his temperature had risen to 38.5 degrees. But college was just too busy to take a day off from, and so he had popped a few fever reducers and paracetamol and gotten on with his day.
‘Coffee,’ Lance repeated, sticking his head out of the kitchen door to raise his eyebrows at Keith. ‘you said you were gonna stop by the store on your way here and pick some up. I’m nearly out,’
Keith groaned, leaning his head against the wall, second shoe all but forgotten. ‘Damnit.. I forgot, sorry. Want me to go back out and get some?’ he asked, but every fibre of his body was praying that Lance would say no. Apparently, whatever Gods were looking down on him chose to be kind, and Lance shook his head, at ease.
‘Nah, it’s cool - it’s mostly for you, anyway. There’s enough for probably a small pot. I’ll just grab one on my way to class,’
‘Are you sure?’ Keith bit his lip, guilt flooding through his brain, but Lance nodded with a smile and took a step closer to him, holding out a hand for Keith’s jacket. He shrugged out of it and handed it over, watching arbitrarily as Lance slung it over the back of the couch. ‘I’ll get some tomorrow morning..’
‘Hey - are you okay?’
Keith blinked, startled as his vision was unceremoniously filled in its entirety by Lance’s face, grin replaced by a wavering frown.
‘Yeah, why?’ Keith moved a step backwards, avoiding the hand he could see rising towards his forehead. The last thing he needed was Lance finding out he had a temperature - they had only been going out for a month or so, and that was far too soon to subject Lance to the tortures of caring for a sick boyfriend.
‘I dunno.. you just seem a bit.. out of it, I guess? And your face is flushed. Like, really red,’
‘Oh, I uh, walked kinda fast,’ it wasn’t a total lie, Keith consoled himself - he had walked faster than he had intended, wanting to just get to Lance’s apartment and curl up in a ball on the couch for a few hours. He still had work to do, but the draw of a brief nap was too much to resist.
‘You walked fast..’ Lance deadpanned, seeming anything but convinced. ‘and that made you turn full tomato..’
‘Ugh, Lance, don’t compare me to a fruit, please.. I just wanna sit down, okay?’ he said, brushing past Lance’s side toward the couch. He slumped down into it, sighing in all the pleasure his rebelling body could muster. But his respite was short lived as with a squeal of indignation, Lance face planted right into his knees, rapidly repositioning himself so that he was koala-ed around Keith’s waist.
‘Keith! Shame on you, you vegetable heathen! Tomatoes! Fruit?! How dare you!’
Keith grunted against the weight of Lance’s body, failing miserably in trying to push him off. ‘They are fruit, Lance. Now get the hell off me, I want to nap,’
‘You never nap,’ Lance’s face startled into another, more violent frown. ‘Are you sure you’re okay? You said before that you only nap when you’re -‘
Keith cut him off before he could say the dreaded word. ‘I’m fine. Now get off my lap and hug me like a normal person,’
At Keith’s direct invitation for physical contact, Lance was only too happy to oblige. Maybe Keith could pull of recovering from his cold without Lance finding out after all.
Oh, how Keith had been so, so wrong.
When he woke the next morning, face burning, chest heaving with painful, soaking coughs, any and all hope of hiding his illness from his boyfriend was completely and resoundingly crushed. Adding to the pile a worryingly intense difficulty in breathing and cold sweat trickling down his back, and Keith knew from the moment he opened his eyes to the early morning sun that he was totally and royally fucked.
Rolling onto his side, he suppressed a moan, kneading his palms into the meat of his eyes and praying silently that Lance would just sleep through until Keith was already up and out of the door.
That prayer, however, was not answered.
‘Babe, did you spill something?’ Lance’s sleepy voice called, words languid and drawled as they washed over Keith’s neck, managing slightly to relax the shaking jitter that had begun in his bones. He just shook his head, mentally resigned to his fate. ‘Then what - you’re shirt’s soaked.. Keith, are you sweating?!’
‘…I think I’m sick…’ he rasped, voice barely functional around the thick mucus his body was ejecting from his lungs disguised as coughs.
‘And how long have you ‘thought’ you were sick for?’ Lance asked, and Keith groaned at the blatant note of irritation seeping into his tone.
‘…Few days..’
‘Goddamnit, Keith.. why didn’t you tell me?’
‘I didn’t want to worry you, okay?’ He shifted into a sitting position, regretting it instantly as his head spun like a top on his neck. Massaging his temples, he risked a glance over at Lance - he looked pissed.
‘Right, we’re going to the doctors,’
‘What? No! I-‘ Keith’s voice cut off around a viscous cough, lungs hacking as they sought to remove the phlegm blocking the passage of air. By the time he was done, he had sunk heavily into Lance’s side, breath panting as Lance drew soothing circles down his back. ‘…I have class..’ He managed once he had inhaled an adequate depth of air.
‘No you don’t, not anymore. You’re too sick for class,’ Lance mumbled, nosing Keith’s hair comfortingly. It smelled of sweat and cinnamon, and Lance wasn’t sure if he should like it quite as much as he did. Keith squirmed in his arms, fighting to remove himself from Lance’s hold, but Lance just tightened his grip imperceptibly, effortlessly cutting off any and all objection. ‘Just stay here today, and I’ll make you some soup when I get back from my forensics labs, okay?’
‘Nngh..’
‘Sorry?’
‘No!’ Keith’s voice was breathless and terse, an unnerving gravel sneaking up beneath it as yet more mucus fought to make its way out along with the sound. ‘I mean to say no. Lance -‘ he panted, lungs starved of oxygen by even such a simple sentence. ‘..Lance.. I have to go to class.. I have two essays due.. and three chapters of my story. All for two weeks time,’
‘And one day off to rest up and get better isn’t gonna stop you from managing that, dummy. You’ve already gotten, what? One essay almost finished and nearly two chapters? See - you’re totally fine,’
‘I am not fine..’ Keith protested, closing his eyes against the spinning pain burning behind his lids. ‘I have so much to do.. and you know they won’t let me keep ghost writing if I don’t maintain my G.P.A…’
Lance frowned. That was true.. Their college had very particular requirements regarding extracurricular activities related to the student’s course, and Keith’s ghost writing job was entirely reliant on his creative writing tutors being happy that he was keeping up with his predicted grade. But that wasn’t justification for Keith allowing himself to suffer alone with an illness that was clearly dipping over into debilitating. As Lance mused, he listened helpless to Keith fail to suppress another round of vicious coughing, only moving when Keith’s hands clamped hard over his mouth.
‘What’s wrong?’ he asked, but Keith did not reply, instead just waggling his head desperately towards the bathroom door. For a moment Lance thought he was going to be sick, until another two thick, dripping coughs worked their way from Keith’s chest. ‘Shit, okay - wait there, I’ll grab you some tissues!’ All he got in return was a sour glare from Keith.
Once he was back on the bed, Lance slipped the tissues behind Keith’s fortress of hands, grimacing as a small trickle of mucus slid down the back of Keith’s fingers. Keith coughed for another few minutes before finally stopping, tissues balled in a wet pile in his fist.
‘..That was disgusting..’ He whined, and Lance couldn’t help but agree. Not only was it far too early in their relationship for un-vetted access to the full array of bodily fluids, but it was also too early in the morning, and Lance hadn’t even had a cup of coffee yet. But Keith seemed to be waning, and his worry promptly overtook any lingering disillusionment about Keith’s infallible beauty.
‘Babe, seriously - let me take you to see a doctor, you’re burning up,’ he said, palm carding restlessly over Keith’s melting cheeks. But once again, Keith shook his head, determined to go to class even if it killed him. Lance didn’t even want to consider the possibility that that might actually happen.
‘I’m going, Lance..’ he huffed, sliding his body weakly over the edge of the bed. ‘I’ll take some Tylenol and be fine,’
Keith was not fine. Keith was panicking.
Half way through his two hour lecture, Keith had realised that it was physically impossible to repress his cough any further, and having reached a point of no return with the now gushing expulsion of phlegm, he had rushed from the hall and dived into the nearest empty bathroom. For ten minutes straight he had stood, leaning heavily against the sink, as cough after cough wracked his chest, increasing the ballooning pain ten fold with each heave of sticky, green fluid.
The fear that had been blossoming in his gut since that morning only grew worse with each agonising crack of his chest, and for not the first time he wished that he had taken Lance up on his offer to just stay in bed. Maybe something really was wrong with him? He couldn’t remember ever having a cold so bad that his body forced ball after ball of wet mucus from his lungs, or burned his face with such a heat. It felt like he was roasting alive, like the core of his body had melted into flames that were trying to braise their way out. But as yet another round of hacking, crackling coughs forced their way from within him, he remembered the mountain of things he still had to do.
No matter what condition his body was in, he simply could not afford a day of rest. He would have to be hospitalised before he would let that happen.
Forcing as deep a breath as he could past his lips, Keith tried everything in his power to steady himself. The fingers of his left hand were holding his face in a vice-like grip, covering his mouth, while those of his right clutched the rim of the sink for dear life. His knuckles were turning whiter with every fit, and the joints ached for release from the tension, but he was incapable of obliging. And so he continued to cling with everything he had until his knees gave out, pitching him forwards into the counter’s embrace.
The sink caught him beneath the ribs, expelling what little air he had managed to consume, and he couldn’t find the strength in his legs to right himself. Briefly, he considered calling Lance, getting him to drop his chemistry labs and rush to his aid, but the demon in his brain called an end to the plan before it had even really begun. He would not be a burden to Lance. They had only been together such a short time - Lance could still turn around and walk away. Keith wouldn’t risk that even if his life depended on it. Which, right then, he feared it did.
By the time Keith finally got back to Lance’s apartment that night, he was done. The moment Lance opened the door, Keith fell forwards, face first into Lance’s chest and held aloft only by the grace of his boyfriend’s arms. There was so little viable tension left in his body that even as Lance manoeuvred him towards the couch, Keith found himself incapable of providing help. So instead he let Lance drag him, limp limbs dangling, over to the waiting pile of stuffing-filled goodness.
‘Oh my god, babe.. you’re a mess,’ Lance sighed, sliding his body down next to Keith’s as he wrapped his arms tightly around his chest. ‘and hot. Like, burning,’
‘’m fine,’ Keith insisted, but within the safe confines of his brain, he knew that was a lie. And it was developing into a dangerous one at that. Another bubbling cough circulated in his chest, and he shoved a preemptive tissue into his face, trying hard to stifle it.
‘Fine my ass, Keith, you’re ill as fuck, and that cough does not sound normal. I swear to God, if you still sound like that in the morning, we’re going to the ER,’
‘Over my dead body, Lance,’
Or at least, that was what Keith tried to say, but as it came out interspersed by merciless coughing, it sounded far more like a breathy, yet eerily prophetic wheeze.
‘At this rate, Keith, that’s not far off,’ Lance’s tone was amusedly chiding, but he really couldn’t quite shake the fear that Keith’s words were hitting a little too close to home for comfort. He brushed it off regardless - they had just started to find their swing as a couple, and the last thing Lance wanted to do was disturb the status quo by accusing Keith of lying.
But by the next morning, Keith wished more than anything that Lance had in fact called him out on his shit.
Lance had left early, citing some field work practice test - Keith was pretty sure he had heard the words ‘blood splatter’, ‘patterns’ and testing’, but had thankfully tuned out the more gory of details - leaving Keith to doze fitfully in bed for the next few hours. But as ten a.m. rolled round, he knew he had to get up. His writing work shop was at half past, and there was no way he would have time to get a coffee if he didn’t leave within the next ten minutes. And seeing as Keith was nonfunctional without caffeine on a good day, he dreaded to think what he would be like when half dead.
But as he pulled himself out of his sweats, he realised a small problem - he couldn’t think. The words refused to stay ordered, threads of thought drifting off before he could even make out their source, words and meaning becoming confused. Everything blurred together, frightening him with the hazy drawl his brain had become. His mind was like honey, thick and stuck together, but no attempts Keith made to loosen it seemed to work. If anything, they made it worse.
Panic rising in his throat alongside yet another mucus filled cough, Keith hauled himself from the mattress, sweats still dangling by one leg, with the intention of making it to the bathroom. He had to check his temperature. He wasn’t sure why, exactly, but the sudden fear that it had spiked too far for safety had struck his brain and was refusing to let go.
He didn’t make it far. Half way to the edge of the room, Keith felt a stab of pain far sharper than all others before it worm its way through his chest, and with a short cry of alarm, gave up fighting the pull of gravity as it dragged him to the floor. It was with one last shred of consciousness that he thought of Lance, and found himself filled with self hatred at the pain finding Keith going to cause him.
Keith blinked blearily, not quite understanding where he was or why he was lying down. He wasn’t sure what the last thing he remembered was, and the idea was faintly terrifying. But he found it difficult to grasp on to, his mind refusing to focus enough to really contemplate why exactly it was that he was missing a chunk of time.
Groaning softly, he felt something tugging on his elbow - a sharp, metal-like feeling that seemed to cement him a little more in reality. Shifting his arm, he tried to place it, figure out what it was, but nothing revealed itself to him, and so he brushed it off, choosing instead to ignore it in favour of more sleep. But that sleep didn’t come - as soon as the decision had been made, he heard a sound suspiciously like a door opening and let a low keen out from his lips.
‘Keith? Baby, you awake?’
Lance.
‘Can you hear me?’ He was whispering, voice soft and gentle as it tumbled down on Keith from above. Keith whimpered into it, wanting more than anything to open his eyes, but finding himself currently incapable. ‘Hey, hey, shh, it’s okay, baby, it’s alright - I’m here,’
‘..L-Lance?’ Keith’s voice shocked him - it was barely a croak; a wisp on the air, small enough that the slightest breeze might carry it away. ‘W-where.. am I?’
‘You’re in the hospital, baby, I had to call an ambulance,’ Lance’s voice sounded like it might be crying, and Keith wanted to fight that fact, take those tears and cast them away. ‘I came home early and found you passed out on the floor, and when you didn’t wake up, I.. I called 911. Baby, you scared the shit outta me,’
‘What’s wrong with me?’ It was a sob, and Keith was surprised equally by both that and the fact that his eyes were open now, staring up into Lance’s tear-stained face.
‘Shh, it’s okay,’ Lance soothed again, carding his fingers gently through Keith’s hair. ‘You’re gonna be fine now, Keith - you’re on antibiotics, and so much other good stuff that you’ll be out of here in no time, alright? You’ve got pneumonia. They said it was kinda amazing that you were even standing, let alone still going to class, so I guess at least you can be proud of that,’
‘..Pneumonia..?
Lance nodded, smiling soft and sweet down at Keith’s weary face. ‘Yeah, babe. Apparently it’s a pretty bad one, and you literally nearly worked yourself to death,’ he seemed to deliberate something for a moment, making Keith’s breath catch with nerves in his throat. The little hitching sound drew Lance from his thoughts, and seemed to jog him into the decision to speak. ‘I think.. I think when you’re better, we need to have a conversation about your communication skills, okay? You could have killed yourself working away like that, and you didn’t even tell me when you got sick. You know it’s part of my job as your boyfriend to take care of you, right?’
‘’m sorry.. I-I didn’t want to- to worry you..’ Keith had started to cry, but as soon as Lance caught the tears he was wiping them away, frowning replaced by a glow like the sun, bring Keith back from an edge he hadn’t realised he was near.
‘Well, dummy, that kinda backfired, I guess,’ he laughed, low and kind, and Keith wanted to catch that sound and bottle it forever. ‘but we’ll talk more when you’re feeling better, okay? Just sleep now, babe - you’ve earned it. And I’ll be here when you wake up. I’m not leaving your side ever again, whether you’re sick or not - not until you force me,’
‘Never,’ Keith smiled, a small sniffle breaking through his defences before the soft embrace of Lance’s hands in his hair lulled him into the most peaceful sleep he had experienced in days.
