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Anonymous asked:

Could you do 6 ("I'm sorry kiss")? With Keith apologizing pleeease! I love your drabbles! 💜

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6. “I’m sorry” kiss

“Talk to him,” Shiro had said, giving Keith a sharp look when he’d grumbled under his breath.   He remembered the impatient sigh his older brother had given him, his legs absently bringing him down the hallway towards the common room. “You started this, Keith. You finish it.”

He froze in the doorway, eyes landing on the neat swaths of brown hair that belonged to his course of strife. His head turned, hearing the sound of Keith’s shoulder accidentally hitting the doorway as he stopped, and his eyebrows jumped to his hairline before crossing down again. He almost growled, and Keith tried not to flinch, keeping his expression flat.

“Well look who it is!” Lance said, his voice snappy and gruff, and Keith could feel the guilt he’d roiled inside himself churn. “The guy who basically told me I’m trash and a worthless asset to the team. How do you do? Ruin anyone else’s day?”

“Lance-” He started, taking a step into the common room before the other abruptly stood up, snapping the book he’d apparently been reading closed and tossing it to the cushions. The sound made Keith freeze again.

“No, don’t you Lance me,” He snapped, eyes fierce on Keith. “You are such an asshole, thinking you’re so much better than me just because you don’t have to work hard at anything you do, when I have to spend hours in the training room to even reach your warm-up level.”

“Lance, I just-” But the brunet cut him off again.

“No Keith, I really don’t wanna hear it.” Lance growled, turning to leave, and something akin to panic bubbled up in Keith’s gut.

“I’m sorry!” He blurted out, and he hated that his voice cracked. Lance stopped, and turned to look at him with nothing short of malice. Keith dragged his eyes away, forcing down the tremble trying to overtake his shoulder. “Just… I’m sorry. For what I said. I didn’t mean it and I get it if you hate me now. I’m sorry.” And with that he forced himself to turn away and retreat back the way he came, boots echoing loudly in the hallway around him.

He heard another pair of shoes trot after him, and Lance calling his name but he ignored it. He picked up his pace, but the other broke into a run to catch up to him, and he felt fingers wrap around his bicep to turn him around.

“Keith, I said wait!” Lance said, but Keith smacked his hand away.

“Why? You already hate me because I can’t keep my mouth shut when I’m angry. Why should I wait.. for you..” He ducked his head and took a step back, and Lance’s hands faltered as he reached for him again.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” His voice was soft, and Keith let him slide his fingers under his jaw and drag his head back, thumbing away gentle tears Keith hadn’t realized he’d started shedding. Keith sniffled, Lance leaned down, and that was all it took for Keith to lean into him and let their lips collide in a tentative kiss, deepening it as they both tried to pour apologies into each other with teeth and tongue and spit. Keith’s fingers reached up and tangled themselves in the front of Lance’s shirt, and Lance held onto his shoulders, nails biting crevices into his skin that Keith could feel through his sleeves.

“I’m sorry,” Keith murmured when they broke apart and Lance dragged his sleeve over his hand to dab at the dark-haired boy’s face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

Lance shook his head, “It’s okay, I knew you were having a bad day. I shouldn’t have antagonized you so much. I should apologize, too.” And when Keith tried to apologize again, Lance shushed him with another brush of lips, free hand wrapping around Keith’s back and pressing him protectively against him.

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metalliclioness asked:

klance + shy kiss? :)

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17. Shy Kiss

He never knew how to do this. It wasn’t something he normally did, nor had any experience with. No one had really been jumping at the chance to kiss the angry orphan kid back during school or at the Garrison. He’d always been standoff-ish or awkward, never really knowing how to do anything other than team drills or assignments. So now, standing in the half-shaded part of the hallway, half-dressed in shadows as Lance stood fidgeting in front of him, he could admit he was a little afraid, maybe even shy. The color over Lance’s caramel cheeks was stained with pink, and Keith found it a little endearing.

“So..” he said, soft and easily trailing off, but Lance flinched as if he’s struck him with the butt of his bayard. Keith was quiet for another moment, trying to mentally swat away the butterflies bunched and fluttering in his stomach. “We doin’ this or what?”

“Of course we are!” The other huffed, and Keith let himself give a weak smirk at Lance’s obvious apprehension with the situation.

“Really?” He hummed, blinking at the tan boy as he pouted. “Because you look scared as hell.”

“Not every day your rival says he wants to kiss you and asks you to meet him in a dark hallway…” Lance grumbles, but takes a step forward anyways, closing a little bit of the distance to where Keith leaned against the dark grey wall.

Keith huffed a laugh and pushed off the wall, his own step towards Lance making the brunet freeze. “Well maybe if you were as suave as you claimed to be, this wouldn’t be so hard for you.”

Lance growled under his breath but let Keith close the rest of the distance, until there was but an inch between their shirts and Keith’s fingers found the tips of Lance’s own. They rested there, just barely touching, strikingly warm and clammy at the same time, neither daring to fully entwine. He tilted his head up, and he saw Lance swallow before leaning down and scrunching his eyes shut, hovering. It was almost a funny sight, like he was bracing for Keith to bite him. The thought was enticing but… not exactly what he wanted at the moment.

Still, Lance was giving him full control, and something about that made Keith hesitate. The idea that Lance thought Keith knew what he was doing enough to let him lead made him almost a little shy. He took a breath, tried desperately to remember what he was supposed to do from the hour and a half of research he’d done before-hand, and then leaned up just enough for a quick peck on the other’s lips. He pulled back immediately and watch Lance crack an eye open before blinking them both open further.

“…That it?” He asked.

Keith shrugged, “That’s all I wanted.”

“That was… kinda lame,” the brunet replied, giving a small grin. But before Keith could snap a reply, Lance had removed one of his hands from the touch of Keith’s fingers, and brought it up to trace the square of Keith’s jaw, leaning down himself this time to hover his lips over Keith’s. “Let’s try this again,” he breathed, and then his lips were slotting over Keith’s and Keith felt like he’d grown butterfly wings himself and ascended, eyes drooping shut. Alright, yeah, this was much better.

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milliegirl20 asked:

For the number and pairing Keith/ Lance and 7?

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7. “I’ve missed you” kiss

Diplomatic missions were the worst, especially ones that required them to go out on their own and revisit past planets they had saved to renew treaties and bindings. Or to reach out to neutral civilizations to try and persuade them to join their cause against the Galra. But as Lance landed his lion back at the Castle of Lions, he breathed a sigh of relief and shut down his monitors. He’d been gone for nearly a week, but it had felt like months. He trekked out of Blue, trailing his hand along her interior and giving her a few pats as he stepped off the ramp. She thrummed in response, and he gave a soft chuckle before the sound of the door opening caught his attention.

He turned to see Keith stopping dead in the doorway, a little breathless, as if he’d run to the hangar from the other side of the castle. Lance grinned at him, tilting his chin up as he threw his hands to his hips, watching Keith briskly trot over. “What’s up, Mullet? Better not have been lazing around while I was awa-”

He was cut off as the dark-haired boy grabbed under the lip of his chestplate, dragging him forward, and smashing their lips together before Lance could brace himself. His yelp of surprise was muffled against pink lips but he quickly melted into it, hands reaching down to wrap around Keith’s hips as the other slid his over Lance’s shoulders. It was all teeth and tangled tongues and spit, but Lance could only describe what he was feeling as “coming home”.

“I’ve missed you,” the slightly shorter male said when they finally broke apart. Lance huffed a laugh over his cheek, and silently reveled in the way Keith shivered from it.

“Did you? I don’t know if I believe it. That kiss was a little weak.” He grinned as the other rolled his eyes, and he loved the way the pout on Keith’s lips pushed his cheeks up enough to make the light freckles that decorated his skin dance under the light flush spread over his nose.

“You’re such an asshole,” Keith growled lightly, leaning up again.

“Maybe, but you love it,” Lance replied before closing the distance again, falling into a much gentler kiss than before. Keith hummed against him and Lance slid his fingers just barely under his hem of his shirt, tan fingers ghosting over pale skin. He’d missed him too.

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