Another prompt, sorry I’m sending you another one but I just thought of this, Keith listening to Lance and Allura’s Allurance moment over the comms in the new defender and getting hurt and jealous because he thinks Lance is replacing him or something??
Hey so I’m not going to do exactly this prompt, but I like the idea of Keith noticing Lance and Allura growing closer, so he starts to feel sad and insecure about potentially losing what small chance he had with Lance. So here’s that!
Keith pilots his ship into the caste’s hangar with the adrenaline of their recent fight still coursing through his veins. His uneasiness over his near-death experience has been temporarily forgotten as he prepares himself to see his friends again. He knows they’re alive, but he won’t feel calm until he can see them with his own eyes. Touch them. Hear their voices without the aid of communicators.
Keith fumbles with his seat belt before he launches himself out of the ship and into the castle’s halls. He still remembers its complicated layout like he was here yesterday. His heavy footfalls clang against the metal floor.
He reaches the armoury at the same time as the other paladins. Shirt has ripped and is almost back in his civvies. Hunk is giving Pidge a congratulatory pat on the shoulder.
But Keith is cut off by the sounds of whooping echoing through the halls. Allura jogs into the room and Lance sprints in from the other side.
“Allura!” He calls. Even underneath his helmet his brilliant smile is visible. Allura laughs and prepares herself.
Lance whips her up into his arms, spinning her around and laughing. She clings tightly to his neck and kicks out her feet.
“You did so well!” Lance slows down and starts to slowly set Allura’s feet on the ground. He continue to hold onto her waist as she removes her helmet. A few strands of hair have been loosened from her bun, but she otherwise looks perfect.
“I knew you could do it! Didn’t I say? Aren’t I always right?” Lance moves his hands to Alura’s shoulders and shakes her good naturedly. Allura laughs and reaches out remove Lance’s helmet for him.
“Well I couldn’t have done it without you.” She smiles. Lance flushes.
“Aw nah, that was all you I promise.” He nervously rubs behind his neck.
“Even so, Lance…” Allura steps closer and passes him his helmet. Their fingers touch when Lance takes it.
“Thank you.” Allura says seriously. “For believing in me.”
Lance blinks. He’s surprised at the Princess’ gratitude, and isn’t sure how to respond. His open mouth quickly slips into an easy smile.
“You’re amazing, Allura. I’ll never doubt you for a second.” His voice is low and intimate.
Allura’s cheeks grow dark. She forces Lance’s helmet into his grip and quickly lets go.
“R…right well uh…” She stammers. Lance laughs and scoops her into a big hug before she can protest. Allura stiffens, then relaxes into the embrace.
“I knew Blue chose the right person.” Lance sighs. Allura grips Lance tighter.
“My father would definitely approve of you, Lance.” She smiles and the two begin to separate. The air between them is warm.
Keith’s gut feels icy. He stares, transfixed on the spot. He can’t bring himself to emerge from the shadows.
Allura coughs. Lance casts his eyes down.
“We need to get ready…”
“Yes, the Blades of Marmara will be docking soon so…” Allura’s eyes flit sideways and she does a double take as she makes out a figure in the shadows. She jumps slightly, then relaxes when she realises who it is.
The room falls silent. Everyone’s eyes move over to where Keith hangs in the dark. His hood is still up, but his face is exposed. He holds up a weak hand in a wave.
“Uh… h…hey,” He steps into the room. Lance lights up. Keith hates how it makes his stomach flutter.
“Keith! How long…?”
“Guys, Kolivan and Captain Olia have docked. We need to meet them in the common room in five.” Shiro announces. Everyone starts to file out of the room, except for Lance. When Keith moves past, Lance reaches out and tugs him back to his side.
“We’ll catch up in a bit.” Lance calls. Shiro nods and continues to move out.
When the room has grown quiet, Lance turns to Keith with a beaming smile.
“Hey man! How are you?”
Keith stares at him with a skeptical glare.
“You kept me behind for that?”
“C’mon, I know as soon as we walk through these doors you’re going to get swept up in blades junk and it’s gonna be all ‘Lotor this’ and ‘Knowledge or death’ that.” Lance talks animatedly with his arms. It makes Keith smile.
“I’m fine.” He sighs.
“Yeah? We appreciated your cannon work out there. Some real nice shots.” Lance punches him in the bicep. “Though of course, I think you should leave the shooting to the best shot next time, ok?” He winks. Keith rolls his eyes with a grin.
“Sure thing. Though it looked like you had your hands full.” Keith chuckles. “Wandering into that mine field and all.”
“Hey, hey I’m just an arm now!” Lance holds up his hands defensively. “And oh man! Did you see how Allura froze them all! Man it was so easy once she…”
“She’s really great.” Keith interrupts suddenly. Lance is taken aback.
He stares at Keith’s unreadable expression. He looks calculatingly calm. Like he’s intentionally trying to look blank.
“Hey…” Lance steps forward. “You ok?”
“Fine.” Keith sighs. Lance’s eyebrows scrunch together.
“Are you… listen if you’re jealous because Allura has cooler moves than you…”
“She doesn’t have…”
“Just come back. If you wanna be a big hero again, just come back.” Lance states. Frustration taints his words. Keith shakes his head.
“That’s not it. I’m sorry. You two….” He closes his eyes and steals himself. He relaxes into a sad smile.
“You two make a good team.” He states.
The words sink in Lance’s stomach. Keith goes to move past him, but Lance’s grip is on him again. He almost loses his sense of balance as he is yanked into a crushing embrace. Lance’s breath is warm on his ear.
“Hey,” Lance speaks quietly. His grip on Keith is bruising, but Keith doesn’t pull away. Instead his nails begin to dig into the soft body suit Lance wears underneath his armour.
“I’m your right hand man. Don’t forget that.”
Keith nods. He doesn’t dare to open his mouth out of fear of all the confessions that may come pouring out.