efrondeurKeith: We need to focus
Lance: wE NeEd tO foCuS
chickenpunsllamajoke-deactivated20170622 asked:
CONGRATULATIONS!
angst-in-space
i’m out here trying to be a stone-cold bitch with no feelings & klance has made me so soft it’s ruining my image
angst-in-space
on….what?? alsjdfs i haven’t gotten the job yet i’m just applying to it. but thanks lol :D
angst-in-space
good luck! maybe try writing a first draft to a friend in a text message, that’s less stressful and Real so it probably makes writing the real thing easier? at least for me thats kind of how it works
Ahhh thanks! Yeah that does sound like a good idea :o
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Scars
Keith looked down at his hands.
It was cold in here where the healing pods were. Pidge had brought blankets in for him but it didn’t seem to make much of a difference. Hunk had brought him a warm glass of something that he hadn’t touched. Coran had offered to stay with him, but he declined, Coran and Allura had more pressing issues to deal with. Cold and lonely. He was starting to hate this place as much as Lance.
He stared more intently at the tiny etch marks in his skin, ghosts of old wounds he wasn’t sure he even remembered having any more. Nearly one for every mistake he’d ever made. This was by far the worst though.
Fate had brought him and Lance together, and he had pushed away his feelings as he pushed away Lance. They were like magnets, just as often drawn to each other as they were repelled. And in trying to distance himself from the beautiful sharpshooter, Keith had only managed to hurt him.
Lance slept in the healing pod.
The sentinel shot blast had ripped a hole in his torso that the Altean science was slowly mending back together. Keith would gladly take on Lance’s scars if he could. All of them.
A gentle woosh of air and the capsule began to open. Keith caught Lance as he stumbled out, wrapping a blanket around him and pulling him into a hug, breathing him in, thanking every lady power that he for the heart beating against his.
“If I knew this was going to be the reaction, I would have gotten shot sooner,” Lance whispered, no trace of bravado. They both knew he didn’t mean it, this had been way too close a call.
“Why?”
“Because your hugs are very rare and-”
“No, why did you jump in the way?”
Lance pulled back just far enough to look into Keith’s eyes. He wiped away tears from Keith’s cheek that he hadn’t even realized he was shedding.
“I- I couldn’t lose you. I could let you get hurt.”
“So you let yourself be shot instead?!” Keith physically hurt.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time?…” Lance winced.
Keith took the hand still wiping tears from his face, kissing it briefly before wrapping it in his own battered hands. He placed his other hand over the place where Lance had been bleeding from not so very long ago. For a moment they just breathed.
“It’s just going to be another scar, Keith.” He covered the hand with his own. “Honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
Keith lifted his eyes from his covered hand to Lance’s face, their eyes meeting. New tears welled up as they leaned into each other, pressing their lips together for the first time.
Keith never expected to cry the first time he kissed Lance, but like everything else in their lives, unexpected was the norm. He peppered Lance’s face in kisses, one for every nick on his hands. One for every mistake he’d ever made. One for Lance’s sacrifice and one for every moment the stars aligned to bring them together.
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Welcome Home
Two weeks after Lance had been in the pod, they had managed to bring Shiro back. He was worse off than when they had found him in the Garrison’s medical tent in the desert. Once again Keith stood in the med pod room, trying not to come undone at the seams.
“He’s gonna be ok…”
Lance slowly approached him like a wild animal easy to spook. Keith didn’t take his eyes off of Shiro’s sleeping form as he put one hand out. Lance took it, and wrapped himself around Keith. He could feel small puffs of breath in his hair.
“Coran said he should be out in a few days.”
Keith continued to stare silently ahead, eyes not really seeing what was in front of him. Lance knew he was a million miles away.
“Come on, if Shiro finds out I let you stand around in here for four days straight, he gonna kick my ass.” Lance gently tugged at Keith but he didn’t move. “Come on, how am I supposed to ask him for your hand in dating if I can’t even take care of you for a few days?”
That finally snapped Keith out of his thoughts. He looked at Lance like he had grown another head.
“What?” Keith’s voice was ragged from lack of sleep and disuse.
They hadn’t really talked about it… whatever this was, but Lance knew he wanted Keith, that Keith was one of the few things that made sense in his world. This relationship or whatever they were going to call it had gone from strained to all he could think about to something he wanted to fight for to… the most comforting thing he could think of. He felt at home with Keith.
“Oh… uh… I mean if that’s not- if you don’t want to- uh-”
“What? No. Hand in dating? Is that even a phrase? I know you’re my first boyfriend, but I’m pretty sure that’s not a real thing.”
Lance short circuited.
Keith walked up to him, concern etched into his face. For the first time in a long time it wasn’t for Shiro.
“Lance?…”
“Uh… yeah… uh, boyfriends… wait I’m your first boyfriend?!”
“… was that not painfully obvious?”
“Well, I don’t know Mr. I’m-good-at-everything! It’s not my fault you’re such a natural at this!” Lance squawked.
Keith had the audacity to chuckle. He approached Lance and snuggled into him, breathing a heavy sigh.
“It’s easy, you just make me feel so at home.”
Lance felt the blush creeping up his entire body. He buried his face into Keith’s hair and wrapped his arms around him. They watched the slowly changing numbers on the monitors for Shiro for a long time.
“It’s good to have you back,” Lance whispered to the lit pod. Keith turned more towards it.
“Yeah… it is…”
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