creativecreepie
sketching my ultimate brotp ;w;
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hawberries
sketch commission roundup! i’ll get through them eventually!! >_<
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thanotaphobia
lilyshilo asked:
For the 4 word prompt thing how about : "You love me, right?" :D
omg CONTINUATION OF THE LAST ONE
They made it out. Lance was relieved, exhausted, and struggling.
He lay in his bed that night on the Castle, replaying Keith’s words over and over.
“I don’t love you.”
“I don’t love you.”
“I don’t lo-”
“Stop that.” Lance muttered to himself. “He does. He said it.”
“I don’t love you.”
“STOP!” Lance shouted, throwing the thing nearest, which was thankfully a pillow. It hit the wall adjacent to the bed and Lance buried his head in his hands, breathing in and out slowly. The mantra of Keith’s words didn’t go away but faded for the moment.
Someone knocked on the door and Lance glanced up as it slid open. Keith peeked in and his mouth was set in a frown.
“You ok? I heard yelling.” He asked, and Lance sighed and patted the bed next to him. Keith slid under the blankets and they laid next to each other for a little while, quiet.
“Nightmares?” Keith asked, and Lance shook his head, looking away from Keith in the dim light.
“You love me, right?” He whispered, and heard Keith inhale sharply.
“Yes. I do.” He replied after a second. “Lance if this is about….that thing, I just want you to know I was faking it, ok?” Lance nodded, and Keith wiggled so he was pressed up against Lance’s back and they were spooning.
“It was to protect us. I do love you.” He said, and Lance sighed. His eyes were a little heavy and the warmth from Keith, aka a human heater, was making him drowsy.
“I was kinda worried you didn’t.” Lance muttered. Keith breathed against his neck in a huffy manner that tickled and Lance squirmed.
“I do. I love you.” Keith said, reassuring him by placing a kiss on his neck. He did it again and again, and slowly, Lance fell asleep to the new mantra.
thanotaphobia
Anonymous asked:
Keith to Lance "I don't love you" or should it be I don't need you. ..
oh noooooo oh the possiblitiesssssssssss
“I don’t love him.” Keith’s face remained blank and unfeeling. Lance’s heart sank.
“Prove it.” The galra general hissed, turning Keith towards Lance. “Tell him.” Lance met Keith’s eye, fearful and angry, and Keith stared back.
“I don’t love you.” Keith said, raising an eyebrow. “There.”
Lance hid how much he wanted to cry and blinked back tears.
“Not done yet.” The general said, smiling and handing Keith a gun. “Do it. Prove your loyalty.” Lance couldn’t stop it then - he sobbed, tears starting to escape. Keith looked at the gun, then up at Lance and took aim.
“Keith.” Lance pleaded, and something flickered in Keith’s stare. “Keith. Keith. I love you. I love you I love you I love-”
“Shut up!” The general said and Lance cut off, hiccuping once but never breaking eye contact with Keith, who looked uncomfortable and scared. He bit his lip and then shut his eyes.
“Do it.” The galra hissed again and Keith took a breath.
“Yea.” He said, placing a finger on the trigger.
He whirled around to face the galra, aimed and fired. The body thumped to the floor and Keith quickly uncuffed Lance, catching him as Lance’s knees gave out.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered.
“Not your fault.” Lance choked, wiping away the tears on his cheeks. “Not your fault. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Keith said gently and Lance clung onto him like he was a life raft. “Now let’s get out of here.”
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