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Lance: Hm? Oh, Keith! You’re already… home.
Keith: I’m tired.
Lance: You need to take a day off.
Keith: So what, I can just lie like this all day?
Lance: Yeah
Keith: …alright.
i have this klance is canon king celebration sketch i was saving for
when they’d become canon but i feel like i’ll never get to use it lol
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The New Romantics- Ch. 16
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(If you have songs I can add play to a playlist for this fic please let me know!!)
The New Romantics Playlist Here
And So the Moon Fell for the Sun Here
Sweet Sun the Moon is Yours Playlist Here (an in-progress playlist from Keith to Lance)
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11484630/chapters/36308094
Finally. It was finally time to prepare for takeoff. After pacing around anxiously for half a varga, Keith felt like he was going to lose his mind. But as soon as he was given the order to set the coordinates and make sure the pod ship was ready, he turned it on and made sure everything was running smoothly twice.
Kolivan walked in shortly after, talking with Astriaga and a few other Blades. Keith rubbed the tips of his fingers together, reminding himself to be patient. Rushing his boss was not going to be doing him any favors. And yet it seemed like the conversation was taking so long.
“Keith!” He turned toward the sound of his name. Astriaga was standing at parade rest and looking at him with one arched eyebrow. “Are you in such a rush, you can’t say goodbye to your trainer?”
Keith blushed and walked over sheepishly. “I’m sorry,” he said. He lowered his voice as Kolivan continued to talk with the other Blades. “I’m just excited.”
Astriaga smiled. “Yes, we all know it. Just remember you have a duty first. Don’t take advantage of being Kolivan’s favorite pupil.” Keith furrowed his eyebrows, disbelieving the statement. Still, it made something comforting settle in his chest. “Be careful. And remember to listen to Kolivan.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Keith said, resisting a roll of his eyes. “I can be professional and behave.”
Astriaga nodded and looked Keith over. Then suddenly she was hugging him tightly for just a second and then she was at attention. “Good luck on your trip.”
Keith smiled and nodded. Then he stayed behind Kolivan until he finished his instructions for the others and turned around.
“Everything is ready?” Keith nodded. “Everything is in order?” Keith nodded again. “Then we’re ready for takeoff.”
Keith bit his lip and took a deep breath to calm himself. He tried to remember that regardless of how early they arrived, he wouldn’t be able to get to Lance until the meeting was over anyway. It still didn’t stifle his excitement.
They were meeting on Olkarion, on the outskirts of the main city. Keith made sure to fly them steadily to the coordinates he was given and after what felt like a restless hour of travel, he saw the planet. They breached the atmosphere and Keith saw the lions before he saw the rest of the pods and ships used to get out here.
“Ease up,” Kolivan said, a warning in his voice.
Keith cleared his head and slowed down the speed of the pod. He focused completely on landing before he let himself look around anymore.
As the pod stilled and the doors opened, Kolivan stood and looked at Keith who remained rooted to his spot to keep from racing out. “Keith, remember that this is an important meeting for the Blades, for the universe. This meeting could be the first step in bring this war to an end, and you’re here for diplomacy and intel. I didn’t bring you so you could reunite with your friends. I brought you because you’re a good warrior. Understood?”
Keith hesitated, wondering if this meant he wouldn’t get a chance to really be with his family. Would he only be allowed a few minutes? But he didn’t want to be ungrateful, and Kolivan was right. There were bigger things than his romantic life that mattered right now. Like freeing countless planets from the grasps of an evil dictatorship.
“Yes, sir. I understand.” Kolivan nodded and regarded him for a moment. “After you, sir.”
Everybody’s Got an Act
The Greatest Showman Klance AU
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Another night of pointless chatter. Another night of pompous people, all of them with forgettable faces and bland expressions. They had all become one bundled up blur of nothing for Keith. The expensive dresses and fancy suits were no longer noteworthy when there was no way for them to stand out.
The same droning words fluttered all around the night sky as people got into their carriages and walked home in their coats.
“Exquisite work. Wonderful plot. Of course, she could have been a bit louder. The orchestra was beautiful.”
These plays had everyone convinced they knew what art was. But it was all a façade, and no one knew it better than Keith as he tossed back his flask and let the burn of bourbon heat his body in the chilling air.
“Excuse me, are you Keith Kogane?”
Keith turned and saw a redheaded man whose hair looked like a candle fire- orange and wispy. He had aging lines on his face, a handlebar mustache and kind faded blue eyes. He seemed harmless.
“Yes, I am.”
“And you put on this play?”
Keith grimaced and drank more from his flask. “Refunds are available at the tick-”
“Oh, no, no,” the man said with a hearty laugh. “You had a large crowd. It was impressive.” Keith snorted and shook his flask, hoping there was enough to last until the after party where he could drown in endless champagne glasses. “Coran Smythe,” he said, reaching his hand out to shake Keith’s.
The name rang familiar, and as Keith shook his hand, he recognized the face and name. “Oh my God. From the circus?”
He beamed and nodded. “So, you’ve been to my show.”
“God no,” Keith scoffed. He cleared his throat and amended. “No, but I’ve read all about it in the newspaper. Fascinating, really. Very risky. Your audiences have been known to leave in much better moods than mine.”
Coran laughed and nodded. “Yes, well everyone loves a good show. But you have a talent for selling those tickets. For convincing people. I need more of the upper class seeing my show.”
“Why would you want that? If you knew how suffocating it is to be around them….”
Coran raised an eyebrow and leaned on a staff with a golden bulb at the top. “Let me buy you a drink,” he said, gesturing away.
Keith shrugged to himself. Champagne or more liquor. It didn’t matter. At least this was new. He followed the orange-haired man to a nearby bar. It was mostly empty despite the late hour. They sat at the counter and Coran ordered a couple of shots which Keith had no trouble tossing back.
“You’re a good businessman. You’re good at selling things.”
Keith frowned and leaned his cheek on his hand. “No. The upper class simply loves their image,” he answered. “I sell them virtue and they take it.”
“But you’re a heavy influence,” Coran insisted. Keith grimaced and broke open a peanut to eat. It was crunchy and bland. “I’ve an offer for you.”
Reblogging this because I’m watching the movie with my guys and I remember how ridiculously hard I worked on this in December.
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