Klance Fluff
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Notes. Lance writes them, and Keith plays them. Together, it’s the start of a beautiful love song.
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- Part 4 of Gift Fics
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“I missed you,” he whispers, and Lance’s bravado mists away. He echoes Keith’s sigh, eyes happy and tired.
“I missed you too.” Keith feels Lance’s grip tighten, the angle of his wrist shifting to crane Keith’s head upward. “C’mere.” Keith momentarily obeys, shifting upward only to stop midway and press his lips against Lance’s hip. He feels Lance shiver under his lips, and Keith smiles against his skin in response. Lance is here – he is here and in front of him and his skin is so soft and he smells just like home. Keith is so happy he could dissolve into him, kiss every inch of his skin. He shifts so that he can reach under the hem of Lance’s shirt, squeezing his sides and sliding his thumbs up his stomach. Lance’s breath hitches, a sweet little gasp escaping his lips, and Keith is gone.
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Lance sneaks into the BoM hideout to see his boy... softness ensues. -
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Keith had never really cared for his birthday. But, he cared about Lance. Which is why he was currently letting himself be dragged up a very, very steep hill by his overly excited boyfriend on this very, very cold October evening.
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Keith finds out about Lance’s death/revival when he saved Allura, and Lance confronts him about Naxzela. They’re dumb & in love, as per usual
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“Keith…?” Lance’s voice is muffled as he speaks into Keith’s chest, and Keith feels the vibration of it against his ribcage like a shock. It jolts him awake, and all at once, he realizes what he’s doing. What he’s done.His first instinct is to pull away, he knows that he should pull away… but he doesn’t. Instead, he hesitates, obliging the small part of himself that doesn’t want to let go, whether he likes it or not. It has him lingering in the moment for just a second too long.
He hadn’t meant for this to happen.
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“You know, if you wanted me to strip off your clothes, all you had to do was ask.” Lance felt his face grew hotter, positive he was red again. He should probably be used to it by now.
“I swear I didn’t do it on purpose.”
“Pity. That would have been one of your brighter moments.” Lance couldn’t help but let out a short laugh at that, shoving at Keith’s shoulder half-heartedly.
“You jerk.” I like you.
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It's been a few months since Lance's blue world got stained red and things were changing.