all words for love


my final entry for klanceweek! this time, for prompt #7: free day. i chose to go with the prompt “change” for this one. also this is a continuation of prompt #6!

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Admittedly, Keith isn’t the worst dancer in the world.

The guy is a freakishly fast learner. It’s no wonder he consistently kicks the fighting simulator’s ass. And, as much as Lance wants to be jealous of how quickly Keith picks up on dancing, he’s far too distracted by… other things.

Like the fact Keith is pressed up against him. Their foreheads touching, Lance breathes in the same air Keith exhales. They continue turning, breath mingling, and Lance feels like his body is on fire. Every point of contact burns but in the most pleasant way imaginable.

Never in a million years did Lance think he’d be slow dancing with Keith. And, weirder still, he’s enjoying himself.

He, Lance McClain, is enjoying dancing with Keith.

There’s no denying it. Lance likes the weight of Keith in his arms, bodies aligned just right. The scant distance between their lips is definitely the worst temptation he’s had to endure all evening. It’s killing him. It would be easy to close that gap—and totally excusable! None of the guests would be surprised to see the Vruan prince and his escort kiss.

But… Keith would be against it.

Lance is pretty confident he’d get slapped. The two of them only briefly discussed ‘public displays of affection’ before stepping into the ballroom. Keith had been very against anything more than hand holding. He even hesitated when Lance brought up hugging. Hugging.

“This is kinda…” Lance whispers into the space between them.

“Yeah,” Keith agrees. He tips his head just the slightest bit, and Lance swears their mouths get even closer together.

Lance inhales sharply at the feeling of their noses brushing, Soft, gentle, so very unlike the arguments they have or their banter during training. Each brush follows the sway of their heads, naturally moving with the flow of the music. Lance wants to smooth his fingers over the curve of Keith’s jaw, wants to bury his fingers in dark hair. He wants to know the feel and taste of Keith’s mouth against his own.

“I can’t believe none of these people know where Lotor is,” Keith sighs.

Lance swears their lips touch for an instant, and his brain short-circuits.

“Some of them don’t seem like they know what’s going on outside their own little royal bubble. Or maybe they don’t care because the Galra empire hasn’t destroyed their planet yet. Hell, maybe some of these bastards struck up a deal with Zarkon to protect themselves.”

Is Keith… rambling?

“Mhmm,” Lance manages to respond. Could their lips possibly get any closer without touching? “Good point, babe.”

Keith huffs. “Are we really doing this again?”

“Doing what?”

“The… nickname thing.”

“Oh,” Lance drawls knowingly. His fingers twitch restlessly. “You don’t want me to call you ‘babe.’”

“Definitely not.”

“But we’re supposed to be dating. That’s what people do when they’re together. They give each other cute pet names.”

“Like Sharpshooter?” Keith teases.

Actually… Lance swallows down the sudden lump in his throat. Because, now that he thinks about, ‘sharpshooter’ could qualify as a pet name. Especially the way Keith says it.

“Yeah,” Lance admits. Keith perceptibly stiffens in his hold. “But ‘babe’ might be safer for now. Just in case anyone heard and got suspicious.”

“Right, right, or, I mean, no pet names,” Keith blurts. “Whatever you, uh. Want.”

Something about Keith’s voice, laced with panic, gives Lance a boost of confidence. What’s the worst that could happen if I just asked?

“Hey… Keith. You know how we’re supposed to act like a couple, right?”


“And you know how couples act sometimes when they’re, you know, slow dancing?”

Keith’s silence is answer enough. Fear jolts through Lance’s body. Maybe he should take it back and pretend he never—

“Yeah,” Keith murmurs. It’s so quiet that Lance barely hears his reply over the sound of the music. “And?”

“Alright, well, I’m going to try something. I need you to play it cool, okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“There’s a reason I asked first,” Lance confesses. His cheeks are burning; he can only imagine how red they are. “So please don’t freak out. Just go with it.”

Keith mumbles what sounds like a, “yes,” and Lance feels his blood boil. Ever so carefully, he tilts his chin and gasps at the clumsy collision of their noses. It certainly isn’t enough to stop him, though. His hand seems to have a mind of its own and crawls up Keith’s back, resting at the nape of his neck. A small sigh falls from Keith’s mouth at the change in position. Lance frees his other hand and slides it along Keith’s jaw, drawing him closer. He gently presses his lips to Keith’s, although a little off-center.

Holy mother of quiznak.

Lance hovers there for a moment and then pulls away. His lips tingle pleasantly, excitement thrumming through his bones. This isn’t his first kiss, but… oddly enough, it feels like it. The sensation reminds Lance of running through the halls of a Galra base, shooting enemies, dodging shots. There’s a hint of trepidation underlying the excitement, but not in a bad way—quite the opposite.

Never has a kiss made Lance feel so alive.

“We should…” Keith pauses to lick his lips; Lance can’t look away. “Probably, uh. Again. Just in case.”

Reality crashes down around Lance. Right, this is just an act. The only reason they’re here, kissing, is to trick a crowd of aliens into thinking they’re a royal couple.

“Yeah,” Lance croaks and surges forward.

‘Fake kiss’ or not, Lance is going to make sure this one is memorable. No matter what happens, Lance knows he’ll remember this night for the rest of his life. There’s no way he’ll forget the first moment their lips met, the way Keith desperately gripped his suit jacket and pressed as close to him as humanly possible.

It’s like the universe itself shifts. Three years together in space, and Lance comes to a startling conclusion.

He might be in love.

I’ve honestly had an extremely hard time all day long.

You know, I spoke with my mom about Admin Em, and just how much she has really loved and supported me lately. She tells me every single day that she’s proud of me, and that she loves me. I told my mom “I just love her”, and she asked me how I could love a person I had never met.

You see maybe that’s the problem. Loving someone else is the easiest thing you could ever do. Yet, here we are living in a world that is comfortable in their hate. That is content in taking lives of children, and brothers, mothers, uncles, neighbors, teachers, homeless men, soldiers, carpenters, taxi drivers, INFANTS. We live in a world that is so blind to love and acceptance, and has grown uncomfortably numb to the terror in TERRORISM.

My heart is shattered to think of how many people today had the thought “where did it happen now?” Because these things have grown so common that people are practically immune to the tragedy, and it hurts me so deeply. I can not imagine what my world would be if my daughter was murdered. I can’t imagine what my world would be if someone I became friends with over the net was murdered. 

I can not comprehend how much hate must be in a persons heart to blindly rob innocent beings of their life. 

All my love and my thoughts are in Manchester. I can’t imagine the pain of these families, and this entire country, and yet in a very fucked up way I am blessed to be able to say that, and that is so unfair. Also to those in The Philippines who are terrified, wondering if they’ll go to sleep safely tonight, my heart is with you. I know that love can only go so far, but I love each an every single one of you, and I hope with my entire existence that you are safe, and that no matter what you continue to love.

This world needs love now more than ever.

It’s so hard to understand what traveling does to your brain unless you’ve done it. It’s like a drug that completely opens your mind. You become addicted to the feeling of change and leaving your comfort zone. You learn so many new things about yourself and most importantly you become so aware of the beautiful and breathtaking world around you.
Sorry, I was reading.
—  Me, when I’m late to everything

some lessons I learned from the Foxes

Andrew: know yourself. enforce your boundaries because you have the right to. ask for help when you need it. 

Neil: you are not the people who hurt you. you do belong somewhere. 

Aaron: facing the world alone will only bring you pain. forgive. 

Renee: you can always change. you are not irredeemable. 

Dan: your dreams aren’t stupid or impossible. you can achieve them. 

Allison: no one can tell you who to be. you decide. 

Matt: never forget what made you the person you are today. it may not be pretty, but you’re here, and that counts for so much. 

Nicky: you are nothing to be ashamed of. anybody who makes you feel different isn’t worth your time or energy. 

Kevin: you are stronger than you think. you are capable of greatness. 

I haven’t animated in so long??

‘Isn’t it lonely without him?’

'It’s like the stars forgot to come out one night and instead I was left in the dark, wondering what I could do to make them come back.’

—  j.f // but they were too far away to listen to my tears • excerpts of stories I will never write