1. it is what you think it is.
2. there was popping and sparks.
3. I nearly started a house fire.
3.2 I would have DIED of embarrassment if that’s how I burned the house down.
4. I’m still gonna buy a replacement.
star wars au where instead of going into hiding obi-wan hides in plain sight and gets a job at space buzzfeed writing embarrassing clickbait articles about anakin like ‘top 10 embarrassing stories darth vader doesn’t want you to know!’
Imagine Lance being a total dork in his and Keith’s relationship.
Like the very first day they start dating and he and Keith are holding hands. Lance pauses, glancing down at Keith with an impish grin that already he’s fond of.
“Hey Keith, you ready to take the next step in this relationship?”
And Keith is obviously flustered because “Jesus lance we only just started dating-”
But he breaks off as Lance walks a pace; takes a legitimate ‘step’ forward.
“Hah,” he chortles. “First step in the relationship.”
“Oh my god,” Keith groans as he moves to follow Lance.
“Woah, another step! Geez Keith, better slow down-”
“You’re the worst,” Keith says, but he’s smiling nonetheless
And on it goes. Each new milestone, every little accomplishment: another step. And it’s always Lance to do it. Always him to walk them forward, mostly literally, sometimes metaphorically.
Keith let’s him, and each time he laughs, no matter how many steps Lance has had them take now; no matter how many times he’s done the same bit.
Because Keith loves it, quite frankly, and he loves Lance.
Finally, they’re relaxing after the war is over, days into the galaxy wide celebrations, and Lance and Keith have found a quiet corner to have for themselves, free from the revelries of the parties next door.
And Lance is being his usual self; playing with Keith’s fingers and making his joke about taking the next step.
Only Keith holds him back. Prevents Lance from completing his joke.
“Actually, Lance, I don’t want to take the next step. I think I wanna try something else.”
And he get’s down on one knee, clasping Lance’s hand in his own and withdrawing a small silver band from his pocket. Lance is watching with a comical mixture of awe and surprise; tears beginning to form in his ducts.
“Lance, will you marry me?”
And then Lance is laughing, and it startles Keith for a moment until Lance himself is kneeling, pulling out his own ring from his pocket, and grinning as wet droplets cascade down his cheeks.
“I was just about to ask you that,” he chuckles, and now Keith is beaming as well. “You stole my bit.”
“Yeah well,” Keith replies, shuffling closer. “Say yes, and what’s yours becomes mine.”
Lance follows suite, until their foreheads are touching and the words they share are heard only by them.
“Pretty sure it’s ‘what’s mine is yours’.”
And Keith feels his eyes begin to shut; tilting his jaw upwards to meet Lance halfway.
“It already was,” he breathes. “Ever since that first step.”