Give me long-term relationship level shenanigans where Keith and Lance have been together for years to the point that they’ve lived through the honeymoon phase (which was a lot of Lance mooning and Keith trying hard to not to let that adorable fucking sap make him melt in his goddamn mid-calf boots but failing miserably), the big fights (because sometimes Keith was too cold to feel how desperately Lance wanted to reach out to him, and his knee-jerk reflex was always to push push push everything and everyone away when he didn’t know what else to do, and all Lance wanted was to hold him up out of the carnage as everything fell to pieces around them), the long-distance stretches (Jesus, Lance, the galaxy was only a few quintants away and their lions had basically the best video chat service in the universe), and the real talks™
(“So, I love you, okay?” “Um, okay? I love you…. too?” “What the hell, man? Why is that a question?!” “You asked it as a question first!” “Ugh, shut your quiznak and kiss me, you asshole.” They kissed, then, “You actually did ask it as a question fir–” “Oh, fuck you, Keith.”).
Give me long-term Klance/Laith where Lance will just walk up to Keith reading on the couch and roll into his lap for the idle head massage, and Keith will very considerately wait until Lance wakes up to grumble about the giant drool spot plastering his pant leg to his thigh. Give me Keith getting worked up about something and instead of bottling the frustration up as bruises from the gladiator he rants it out to Lance, who is 100% attentive to what his boyfriend is saying but also manages to clean their room, wash the sinkful of dishes, and alphabetize all of Pidge’s “Learn Altean” book things as Keith sort of trails after him, still flailing wildly in his impassioned tirade. Give me the two of them sitting in silence as they do their respective tasks but also subtly play footsie with their socked feet under the table. Give me Lance trying desperately to stay up until Keith is finished training but ends up sprawling out on the floor and Keith has to half-drag and half-carry him to bed while Lance is sleep-delirious and paying Keith super-sweet compliments on how pretty he is and Keith’s face is a literal tomato. Give me Keith feeling so secure in their relationship that Lance works his charm on everything that moves and Keith just smirks at him knowingly and discreetly slips his hand into Lance’s so their palms are pressed together.
Just… long-term Klance/Laith being perfectly imperfect and still fighting and bickering and shit but also being the kind of tender that comes so naturally they aren’t conscious of doing anything soppy until Hunk or Pidge call them out for being an old married couple (and they think it’d be kinda cute to walk around together as old dudes with matching colour-coordinated canes in similar states of balding despite Lance’s obviously superior and less-wrinkled skin).