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koganelovesmcclain asked:

Klance: 'How Did This Even Happen?'

He watches as Lance doubles over, laughing at his own shitty joke. A smile tugs at Keith’s lips. What he wouldn’t give to hear that laugh all the time. When he wakes up in the morning and goes to sleep at night. To feel the soft hair curling gently around his face, bury his nose in it.

“Keith?” asks Lance.

Keith blinks, eyes focusing on Lance’s face. A smile still graces his lips, but it’s small and soft. His eyes are fond, crinkling slightly in the corners.

His heart stutters in his chest as he feels his face heat. He swallows. Lance’s eyes follow the bob of his Adam’s apple smile slowly fading, tongue darting out, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

What Keith wouldn’t give to feel those lips on his, even just for a mome -

Oh no. No, no, no.

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dwreed asked:

klance ;; The Hair Straightener Fic ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“You are not straightening my hair, Lance,” says Keith, crossing his arms.

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re not.”

“C’mooon, just once. That’s all.”

“Do you remember when I let you braid my hair?” Lance thinks for a moment before nodding. “I said that that was the last thing I would let you do with it, correct?”

“Ah, but here’s the thing,” starts Lance with a toothy grin, “you’re assuming you have to let me do it.”

“Lance,” warns Keith.

Lance takes a step forward, hovering his lips right over Keith’s. “You gotta sleep at some point, babes,” he whispers, their lips brushing together. With that, he kisses him before bounding off into the other room, a pep in his step.

Why the fuck does he love this man?

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florfering asked:

nyohoho hows some klance w/ "with every pulse, every beat of your heart" bc i'm a slut for Soft klance (or maybe even mcd ;D)

His fingers intertwine with Keith’s, the movement slow and unhurried. His eyes are locked with Keith’s the indigo, shining almost gold in the dim lighting. He sees Keith swallow in his peripheral vision. The nerves scrunch his eyebrows.

Lance leans forward, kissing the worried skin, feeling them relax under his lips. He feels more than hears Keith take a deep breath - the way his hands move slightly as his shoulders rise and fall.

Gently bumping his forehead against Keith’s, Lance nuzzles his nose into the side of Keith’s own. Feeling the fan of breath from Keith’s silent laugh, Lance smiles. Lance moves his head away from Keith’s just far enough to meet his eye, but Keith’s are closed, face soft and lax. With that Lance shifts his weight, taking a small step to the side. Keith feels his movement, he shifts with him. 

It takes a couple more steps for Keith to start anticipating the steps, just a simple back and forth as the music’s slow, steady beat, sways alongside them. His heart slows, matching the rhythm as he bows his head down. He presses his temple to Keith’s, eyes slipping shut. He takes a deep breath in, smelling the cheap, woodsy cologne that Keith always wears on slow nights like these.

A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, just a simple upturn of his lips. He is absolutely, without a single doubt, the luckiest man in the world.

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soda-pressing-with-tearable-puns asked:

Klance, "But What If It Was That Simple"

“Hey, Keith?” asks Lance, voice quiet and low.

“Yeah?”

Lance raises his head, resting his chin on Keith’s chest. Those beautiful blues lock with his own. “Do you think everything’ll be over soon?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, do you think we can win the war soon? Go back to Earth and see our families. Eat food with spices and real flavor. All that.”

Keith takes a deep breath, thinking. Yes, he does think they can and will get that back at some point, but not for awhile. Something deep in him knows this is long from over, and that same part knows that they’re not going to return the same people they were when they left. Hell, they currently aren’t the same. Three years of war and rations and living in a constant state of alert changes you.

They can’t just go back anymore and have things go back to normal. To just be sons and daughters, aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews. To go back to school and finish their years of learning. That’s just not something that can happen anymore

God, but what if it was that simple. 

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