I wanted a version that was just Keith, no flashbacks, just raw emotions. The way the other paladins would have seen it.
BIRB O V E R D R I V E
(If you look closely, you can see where he’s chewed holes in the keyboard protector. Which is exactly the reason I have a keyboard protector.)
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what a cute idea!!! i love cats and i love klance let’s do this
Lance kicks a rock into a pole and has to dodge it as it rebounds back at him. He glares at it but keeps walking, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Stupid Keith. Stupid smirky face and stupid hair and stupid – everything.
The sun is about to go down but Lance keeps walking through the unfamiliar neighborhood anyways. He’s still fuming over his fight with Keith, too bothered to go home and try to pretend he’s okay in front of his family. He can’t even remember what they were fighting about, just that Keith always, always did this to him.
He’s liked him for so long that basically all of his emotions about Keith are too much to handle, but they haven’t fought like that in such a long time, and it’s left Lance feeling really miserable. He’s so caught up in his thoughts that he almost doesn’t hear the meow until it’s too late. He looks down, and there’s a stunningly beautiful gray and white cat with huge blue eyes looking up at him.
“Oh,” he says, crouching a little to pet her. “You’re gorgeous, aren’t you?”
She purrs under his hand and he pets her some more. When he stops, her ears flick back and she nips at his hand until he scritches under her chin, resuming her purrs almost immediately.
“Hah,” he says dryly. “You remind me of someone.” He pauses, sitting down on the curb of the street so the cat can crawl into his lap. Her tail falls over his arm and she stretches luxuriously before biting him again when he fails to pet her quickly enough.
“Jeez,” he says, laughing. “You’re feisty. Definitely like him.” She looks up at him, blinking her bright blue eyes. “Okay, you might be more beautiful,” he admits. “He’s still more my type though. Which is annoying. It’s like, he’s not just a pretty face, you know? He has to be smart, and funny, and caring – he picked my sister up from school when I was stuck in traffic across town, you know? He just – does stuff like that, helps me when I need him. But god, he’s infuriating. He speaks before he thinks things through and he’s too sarcastic most of the time but he’s still – I still like him,” Lance says. “I hate fighting with him.”
The cat meows at him, nudging his hand with her head. He strokes over her pink nose and laughs when she licks his finger. Her head suddenly jerks to the side, and Lance follows her gaze to see Keith standing a little ways down the sidewalk, chest heaving.
“Luna!” Keith says, and then, more startled, “Lance?”
“Oh,” Lance says, looking down at the cat. He’s heard Keith talk about Luna before, but he’s never seen her. She purrs at him and then jumps out of his lap, winding her way around Keith’s ankles and attempting to climb her way up his legs. “Hey,” Lance says awkwardly. His frustration has melted away, leaving him feeling sort of weary and guilty.
“Hey,” Keith echoes, clearly feeling similarly. “Thank you for – I was looking for her for a while, thank you for finding her.”
“You’re welcome,” Lance says, feeling quietly miserable. Keith’s silhouetted by the setting sun, which turns the edges of his hair shades of orange and red. He picks up Luna and holds her close to his chest, biting his lip. Lance doesn’t want to leave things weird, so he opens his mouth to apologize, but Keith speaks first.
“I’m sorry,” Keith blurts out. Lance blinks at him, but he’s staring at the pavement. “For earlier. I shouldn’t have – I shouldn’t have been so rude.”
“Me too,” Lance admits. “I’m sorry.” Keith peeks up at him, the edge of his mouth curling. “I don’t really remember–”
“–what we were fighting about?” Keith asks. He laughs when Lance sheepishly nods. “Me either. Um, did you wanna – we could hang out at my house for a little while. My brother won’t be home for a little while.”
“O-Oh,” Lance says, faux-casually. “That sounds cool.”
“You can get to know Luna better,” Keith says, holding her out and waving one of her little paws at Lance. He grins, reaching out to stroke her head again, laughing when she purrs and then tries to nip him again.
“That sounds really good,” Lance says. He walks alongside Keith towards the sunset, their shoulders bumping every now and then, relishing the warmth.
Keith/Lance | canon compliant | 3.7k+ | sfw
Summary: “Wha— you’re the crazy one! Tea is the sweet nectar of humanity. A gift from the universe!”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Keith mutters as he fills his cherry red mug with water. After dumping the powder into his cup, he snags a silvery spoon-like utensil from the nearest drawer and stalks over to the seat next to Lance. “Besides, your ‘gift from the universe’ smells awful.”
or: Keith and Lance settle the great “Tea vs. Coffee Debate” the only way they know how.
“You’re awake.”
Still a bit groggy, Lance turns his attention to the doorway. By the castle’s clock, it has to be around 7:00 a.m., an hour earlier than he usually feasts on his gooey purple breakfast.
Lance has always been more of a night owl. There’s something comforting about standing in his bathroom, applying every necessary cream and cleanser before bed. At the Garrison, he would stay up as late as he wanted. Sure, he knew he would have to be up early for class and training simulations the following morning. But it was worth it.
Before entering the academy, he loathed getting up any time before ten o'clock. That changed when commanding officers wanted him awake at the crack of dawn. He gradually learned how to make the most of his beauty sleep. How to drag himself out of bed when the familiar ring of his alarm went off in the morning, how to not burrow deeper into his blanket cocoon. How to listen when Hunk yelled, “Turn off your stupid alarm already!” from the top bunk. Of course, not to say he enjoyed it.
But Lance is a decent actor when he wants to be. Most of the paladins seem convinced he wakes up early without wanting to mcfrickin’ die. Except Hunk, but it’s one of many secrets they agreed not to divulge to the rest of the group.
Keith, however, is the textbook definition of a morning person. His energy, at such an early hour, is appalling. Lance has a hunch it’s because the guy doesn’t get much sleep in the first place, but he’d rather not address it yet. Lance isn’t a complete asshole— he knows when to hold his tongue. Keith’s insomnia is clearly an issue for another time, when Lance has solid proof.
“What’s wrong, Keithy McMullet?” Lance jests, lifting the cup to his lips. There’s a little crack in the cerulean handle from one of the many occasions Lance dropped it. Altean kitchenware is incredibly sturdy. “Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”
I’VE BEEN SO BLESSED ON THIS DAY, EVERYONE PLEASE READ THIS VERY FUNNY VERY CUTE FIC SIERRA WROTE!!! it has amazing banter and cute tropes and is AMAZING.
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Angry Luka made my day ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ♪
The animation of this episode is awesome,Luka’s hair got brighter and smoother
And most of all MY BOY GOT EYESLASHES
If Marinette can’t accept Luka… I volunteer ! THIS BOY IS PRECIOUS ! I JUST WANT TO PROTECT HIM !!!
