happy birthday!!! you are an amazing writer :) could you do a little super hero au (young justice if u ever watched it? or teen titan-y) for klance? :D thank you and love you!! <3
i’ve never seen young justice and it’s been a while since i saw teen titans, so i’m just gonna try and aim for that and hopefully it’s ok~
“That was the fourth villain attack of the day,” Hunk groans, slumping on the couch. Pidge doesn’t even stop to complain, just trudges tiredly to her room, still smoking faintly from their last battle. Lance watches her go, feeling exhausted himself, trying to decide if he could make it to his room or if he wanted to collapse here.
“Good job, guys,” Shiro says wearily, raising his hand. Lance makes a noise and Shiro laughs a little, heading out to his own room. Hunk is already snoring on the couch, but Lance has decided he wants to sleep in his own room. He looks around, finally spying Keith.
“Hey,” he says, reaching over and touching Keith’s shoulder where he’s leaned against the wall. Keith jerks a little, and then sighs. Lance almost laughs. He’d fallen asleep leaning against the wall. “You should head to bed.”
Keith isn’t smoking like Pidge because he’s immune to fire, but he’s covered in scrapes and dirt from dodging attacks. Lance lifts a hand against a scratch on his cheek and runs his thumb over it – it seals itself under his fingertips in a cool motion. Keith’s eyelashes flutter.
“You too,” Keith says, yawning. “You took that one explosives guy down by yourself.”
“I am,” Lance admits. “Just – waiting for you.”
Keith blinks at him, once, twice, and then his eyes narrow. “Oh,” he says softly. Lance is too tired to blush, but he feels his heart skip a little bit anyways. They’ve done this a couple of times, usually too exhausted to think about it, but this is the first time Lance has made a point of asking Keith.
The walk to Lance’s room is slow; several times they stop because one of them has stumbled and the other has to hold onto them so they won’t fall over. When the door whooshes open, Lance almost cries with relief.
He strips out of his outfit, down to his boxers, and falls into bed. Keith does the same, clearly on autopilot, and Lance rolls out of the way just in time for Keith to fall into bed with him, exhaling softly. Keith tucks up against his side, his hair tickling Lance’s throat. He thinks it’s the most comfortable he’s ever felt.
“Are we gonna pretend this never happened tomorrow?” he whispers, reaching up to run his hand carefully over Keith’s hair.
Keith doesn’t reply, so he glances down at his face, unsurprised that Keith has already fallen asleep.
“I hope not,” he sighs, closing his own eyes. He’s asleep in less than a minute, holding Keith close and drifting into dreams of fire and ice.