Love is a beautiful thing..
And Keith knew that. So when Lance wrapped his slender arms around Keith’s waist, he knew he should never let it slip from his grasp-
When Lance would kiss him on the head before every mission, Keith would kiss him back.
When Lanve needed a pedicure, Keith have him a pedicure.
When Lance needed some time to himself, Keith stayed with him. (Because Lance and Keith are the same person, it made no difference whether Lance was alone or with Keith.)
When Lance needed back up, Keith was his back up.
When Lance need defending, Keith defended.
Except from when he couldn’t.
Normally Lance could take care of himself, a jump, a gun shot, Galra down.
This time it was different. Instead of a jump, it was a trip, instead of a gun shot it was a scream. And instead of a Galra down, it was Lance.
Keith heard the scream and turned around, to be met with his worst nightmare. He bled onto the floor, his helmet smashed in the side. Lance cried for Keith, and Keith ran. He ran, slicing any Galra in his way, cursing them all to hell till he finally made it to Lance. He flipped Lance over and held onto his wound, praying for him to be alright.
Keith called for someone, anyone. Lance reaches up, tears pouring from his eyes and the bullet wound in his side ripped slightly more from the movement. He placed his hand right next to Keith’s face.
“Don’t cry, baby. I’ll be alright.” Lance smiled, weakly but he thought it was brave. That made Keith chuckle. “See? See! I’m fine! I’ll be fine. I have pancakes in the fridge I’m desperate to eat.” It sounded more like he was convincing himself, so Keith let him carry on.
“Damn. I was gonna eat them.” Keith joked, swearing at Shiro for not being quicker.
“Ok, fine, you can have them. I didn’t want them that bad anyway. I’ll bake a batch ten times better for us to share!” Lance giggles. His eyes began to slowly shut, but he blinked quickly to wake himself back up.
“Yes, yes you will. But you need to stay awake. Did I ever tell you much how much I love your eyes?” Keith rambled. Who wouldn’t ramble when they saw the love of their life slowly die in front of them?
“Yes. Every day.” Keith laughed, spitting as he did so. “Did I ever tell you how much I love your laugh?” Keith leaned more into Lance’s hand. Then he took of his helmet and leant into it again. “And your stupid Mullet? Your beautiful Galra feautures? I love your fingers, and how you’ve began to grow out your nails.”
“Because you sprayed me with water every time I bit them.”
“I saw it in an episode of Jessi.” Lance told him seriously. “Now, shush. You’re ruining my dying moment.”
“You’re not going to die, drama queen.” Keith tried to use an uplifting tone, but he seemed scared, his eyes went wide, and he clutched Lance’s hand.
Lance ignored him, he didn’t want to give Keith false hope. “I love you. Right from your stupid mullet, to your stinky feet which you love to put on my legs whenever you feel uncomfortable.” Lance moved his hand to brush through Keith’s hair.
Keith began to cry, he sobbed so loud.
“God, you’re so cheesy. Your stupid grin, and your idiotic pickup lines-”
“They made you fall for me.”
Lance closed his eyes, “I love you, Keef Kog-lame”
“I love you more then you could ever know, Lame mcfame.” Lance smiled.
“You can have my pancakes. It sounds dirty, but you know you what?”
“What?” Keith asked, as Lance’s hand dropped to his side. Lance pushes himself up and even through Keith’s protest, kissed him.
“That.” And he opened his eyes again, just to see Keith’s surprised face as he lay back down. “See you in hell, babe.”
-But sometimes, love crashes and burns, and leaves you with nothing but ashes to pick up.
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