🌸 March fics 🌸
A story in which Lance loves Keith. Keith loves Lance. But their lives are not easy and their destinies hold way too much responsibility to just give into fleeting things like—like feelings.
“He’s killing me,” Lance groans, head in his hands.
Keith goes to a company-funded party in a strip club, gets gratuitously drunk, and kinda sorta falls in love.
a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.
The ultimate Klangst post wormhole story in which both boys pine together
Any change that happened fast, without warning, was always the worst, most unbearable thing for Keith.
The weightlessness of zero gravity doesn’t apply to feelings, Lance learns.
He’s homeless and poor and gay and illegally sells fish to get by, and that’s how he comes upon a dead man in his net. Only, it’s not a dead man, because this ‘man’ has the legs of a fish.
In every possible reality the two paladins are destined to find each other and take comfort in one another.
Keith commits the ultimate taboo as a grim reaper: he saves a life.
More specifically, he saves Lance’s life.
“He introduced me to the greatest love of my life. And, actually, that’s not basketball. But his brother, Keith Kogane.”
Okay but consider: Keith pretending to be lance’s boyfriend to ruin lance’s attempts to flirt with aliens
Lance is a reporter. Keith is the masked vigilante who saves him.
Keith is just trying to live his life as a freelance illustrator with his cat, keeping up with bills by having two part-time jobs.
5 times Keith helped Lance out of a situation and the 1 time Lance tried to pay back the saves.
That was it.
This thunderstorm, this natural disaster consuming his stomach, up his spine. Multiplying into his bones.
Lance pinned the whole mission down to four huge missteps:
The first was in sending Keith with him.
Shiro’s missing, Keith has anxiety, and Lance’s soulmate doesn’t talk to him. What else is new?
On the battlefield, anything can happen. Never turn a blind eye to the possibilities.
Ten thousand years ago the Blue Paladin was Altean, and the Red Paladin was Galra.
Ten thousand years ago, in peacetime, the Red and Blue Paladins fell in love.
Ten thousand years ago, war broke out, and love that was once encouraged became heresy.
Ten thousand years ago, the Red and Blue paladins made a promise they couldn’t keep.
Keith and Lance holding hands underneath library tables, kissing in corridors, with the south and a cross hanging over them.
Lance doesn’t want to talk about it. At all. Not with Keith, not with anyone else. But somehow, one way or another, Keith gets him to open up. And Lance’s reward? A new boyfriend.
Five times Lance tells Keith he’s in love with him and the one time he doesn’t.
Okay, so, maybe pressing weird Altean buttons on the side of your head gear wasn’t the best idea, but Lance sure as hell didn’t expect this to happen.
“Congratulations. Consider yourself a life-long prisoner of the Galra Empire. You should be honored,” Commander Keith hissed as he leaned close, breath hot on Lance’s skin.
Recipe for Lance: two cups of smiles, three tablespoons of flirtation, two cups of insecurity and a teaspoon of cockiness to cover up that insecurity’s sting.
Recipe for Keith: three cups of anger, two cups of “it’s not a phase!”, a dash of occasional smiles, and a giant helping of the hots for Lance.
Recipe for an explosion: put the two together.
Keith and Lance wake up married. In the future.
Paladins red and blue find calm in the storm on a treacherous uninhabited planet.
Spending the day dancing and sharing a wall at night is a recipe for a lovely disaster.
“Take it slow.” Keith’s voice is steady, but as Lance’s eyes struggle to focus his face is a blur. The image goes shaky and then comes clear, shaky then clear, like looking into water. “Pretend it’s low tide. Tell me about the ocean again.”