it’s not the first time kara’s said it, but lena feels her cheeks flush anyways. she focuses on the road in front of her, the feel of the steering wheel underneath suddenly sweaty palms.
“alright, dear.” lena takes a chance side-glance at her girlfriend and finds kara all soft smiles, something secret and intimate brewing between the two of them.
“alright,” kara repeats. she turns, palm under her head and elbow on the door as the open breeze whips her golden curls around. the moment feels new, feels real. lena turns up the radio and smiles, wishes for time to come to a standstill.
“i’m gonna marry you.”
kara’s breath is hot against her ear and lena can feel their heartbeats syncing as one. she breathes deep through her nose, runs her fingers through damp hair. kara lounges on her chest and seems content to just lie there forever - and lena doesn’t really mind. kara is made from the stars and lena holds the universe on her chest.
“and i’m gonna marry you.” lena whispers this into the night air, the room still sticky with heat. there’s a hitch in kara’s breath, slight, subtle, but a hitch nonetheless.
“i look forward to it.” a wet kiss is placed below lena’s jaw then, followed by a trail of more hungry ones, and lena holds onto broad shoulders, wonders what salt tastes like on a hungry tongue.
“i’m gonna marry you.” kara says it like she’s going to make a stop at the grocery and is asking lena what kind of milk she wants.
this time, there’s no surprise, only the warmth of familiarity that seeps through lena’s veins at those words of endearment.
“i know,” lena jokes. she doesn’t look up from the email that she’s typing up. “tmz is doing a countdown for the big proposal.”
across the living room, kara sticks her tongue out at her and rolls her eyes. lena continues to type and for a while, the only sounds of the apartment are the click clack of a keyboard and the shuffling of kara’s papers.
“you’d still say yes, right?”
lena looks up momentarily. “what?” she asks.
there’s a hesitancy to the slope of kara’s shoulders. “you would still say yes, right? if i asked to marry you?”
lena lets out a soft laugh - nothing intimidating or loud, just soft - and sits back in her chair, catches her girlfriend’s honest gaze with her own, “my dear, i’d follow you to the ends of the universe and back, you know that.”
this seems to soothe kara, who returns back to her books at hand. “alright,” she says as she pushes up her glasses. “just checking.”
“i’m gonna marry you.”
kara is crying, big, uncontrollable silent sobs down her cheeks. lena feels her own eyes well up in return; seeing kara in all her sadness never made for a dry eye between the both of them.
kara lies on the deo bed under sunlamps. and lena luthor is a child prodigy, a genius billionaire, a nobel peace prize winner and a forbes 30 under 30, but she will never understand the deepness of kara’s sorrow, the cuts and the space that kara’s mind occupies where no sunlight can reach. she tries. lena tries hard, and it’s times like these where she can only do so much but hold kara’s hand a pray for the sunrise to come quick.
lena’s mouth is dry when she speaks. “you’re gonna marry me,” she whispers, urges, promises, “you’re gonna marry me, and i’m gonna marry you, and you’re gonna have something steady to call your own.”
kara cries harder at this, tears streaming and silent heaves, but it’s enough. it’s enough for now, and it’s a promise of forever.
“i’m gonna marry you.”
and kara does. kara and lena exchange vows under a setting sun with matching bracelets on their arms and a song in their hearts and kara and lena marry each other when the world is turning into a new day and their beginning is just reaching the first page. lena marries kara and they sit on a rooftop at the end of the night, look into the constellations of stars and eons and legends and they find a home among the infinite, a peace among the unknown.
Lance: You almost died Keith! What the quiznak were you thinking?
Keith: That I was protecting you!
Lance (stumbling over his words): I would have been fine…and if not you…I…what if Shiro didn’t pull you out, Keith? I couldn’t, ah! Just don’t you dare go and be the hero and sacrifice yourself for me again! Alright?!?
Keith: I wasn’t going to leave you there! I…You have people who love you back on Earth and you need to get back to them. I don’t. You heard Lotor, I’m just a genetic experiment. Your more-
Lance: Keith! No! You are so much more than a genetic experiment, and you have people who love you on this ship. I-
Lance: Just promise me you won’t sacrifice yourself for me again. I couldn’t live with that.
When they finally bring him home (once all the paperwork is approved, several months after Raymond found him abandoned at a crime scene), Jacob crawls over to Cheddar’s bowl and chokes on a dog biscuit. Kevin is frantically trying to explain the situation to a 911 dispatcher when his husband calmly announces he’s successfully performed the Heimlich maneuver. The moment of panic over, Jacob babbles loudly, grins, and places a slobbery hand on Raymond’s face.
When he enters 4th grade (at the private school Kevin had chosen for its exemplary curriculum, prime student-to-faculty ratio, and exquisite lunch program; and Raymond had chosen for its safe and secure environment), Jacob is sent to the principal’s office for punching Keith Pembroke in the face. Initially, his fathers are confused because he had always been excellent at responding to bullies – they had made sure to brief him on what he might hear, being the adopted son of two gay men. When they find out he had reacted to a slur Keith had used against another student, and when the administrators still insist on punishing Jacob for his actions, Raymond and Kevin gladly move their child to a nearby public school.
When he first gets his heart broken (on the day of his bar mitzvah, which Raymond and Kevin had dedicated a year planning for), Jacob locks himself in a closet and cries for over an hour. Raymond is offended their hard work went unappreciated, but Kevin ignores his complaints and instead knocks on the door and gently coaxes Jacob to let him in. After another 15 minutes of sobbing against his father’s shoulder, he croaks out a semi-coherent explanation involving Jenny Gildenhorn, Eddie Fung, and stupid love songs. Kevin cheers him up by making his favorite breakfast for dinner and recounting the greatest love stories in Greek mythology.
When he arrests a perp for the first time (after spending every summer at CSI camp, joining the junior police program, and finally completing his academy training), Jacob pays his fathers a visit in his newly acquired secondhand Mustang. Kevin is appalled he made such an impulsive purchase, especially after everything they had taught him about saving money. Raymond tries to hold back tears of pride as Jacob points out the dent that formed when he had thrown the guy against the car.
When he falls in love for realz (with his partner, Amy Santiago – and honestly, Raymond had seen this coming since eight-year-old Jacob started pulling her pigtails at CSI Camp), Jacob’s fear of commitment almost screws up their relationship. Kevin had always been the one to help him navigate his girl and boy issues, but this time, Raymond sits him down and tells him about how they first got Gertie. It’s a story Jacob has heard once or twice before, but it still pushes him to sell the crappy Mustang they had been fighting about and purchase a brand new, fuel-efficient, crash-tested (and interestingly) family-friendly car.
Raising Jacob isn’t easy, but hot damn, it sure is worth it.
The Voltron Team spend sometime on a random planet. Lance hits on this girl, who actually likes being hit on the way he does and asks to take him to dinner as a thank-you for Voltron’s protection. Her twin brother insists on joining them, because who is this cocky human hitting on his sister. Keith insists on chaperoning as well, because so far all of Lance’s attempts at interstellar dating have ended up in disaster.
The Twin Brother is hot. Like super beautiful and takes an interest in Keith. Keith likes it and the two engage in light hearted banter and teasing. Lance notices. Lance gets jealous but for the most part keeps his cool. He is trying his best to pay attention to his date but he finds himself checking out the brother and Keith a lot. Keith looks good when he smiles. Frigging Keith.
At the end of the date, the girl tries to kiss Lance and it is awkward and he is not into it and trying to watch this lingering handshake Keith and the brother have going on.
The next day, Lance is diving deep in the rivalry game again. Keith goes to Lance’s room to call him out and ask him what’s up.
Lance is all, “I’m not talking to you, Keith.”
Keith is all, “Fine. Don’t talk to me then” and turns to walk away before Lance reaches out to him.
Lance: No, stay.
They sit on Lance’s bed in silence for a long time before Lance speaks.
Lance: Keith, I think I might be gay.”
Lance: The other night on my date, I couldn’t stop looking at her brother. He made me feel things.
Keith: Oh? What sort of things?
Lance (dramatically): You, know. Gay things.
Keith contemplates this before responding: You’re not gay, Lance. Bi or Pan maybe. I’ve seen the effect girls have on you. Being attracted to one very good looking man doesn’t make you gay.
Lance: There may be others.
Lance eyes Keith from the corner of his eye.
Lance: Fine. I’m bi, pan, whatever. How do you know so much about being gay, anyways, Keith?
Keith: Lance, I’m gay. Like, super gay. It’s not a secret.
Lance makes the Pidge is a girl face then: Damn it, Keith.
Lance: You couldn’t let me have this one. I open my soul, come out to you and you tell me you are gay too? I just wanted to be the most fabulous gay man on this ship.
Keith: Being gay is not a competition! I thought we were bonding!
Coran, who has been eavesdropping outside the room, enters.
Coran: Boys, boys. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. Not because I was listening, because I certainly wasn’t, but Lance, I am glad to hear that you are learning about yourself, and all of us on this team, will love and support you, no matter who you choose to love. However, both of you look at me very carefully. No matter what team you play for, I will always be the most fabulous gay man on this ship.
This was going to be a comic, but then I went overboard with the art because I was having too much fun, so you get a one shot instead.
Older Married Domestic Klance Fluff Rated: G
A Hairy Situation
“Keith! It’s happening!” Lance groaned.
“What’s happaping?” Keith mumbled with his toothbrush in his
“My youth is leaving and taking my hair with it,” Lance
replied dramatically as he parted the hair along his growing forehead.
Keith spit unceremoniously and wiped his mouth with the back
of his hand.
“Oh, your hair? That’s been happening for a while now. You
should see the back.”
“What?!?!” Lance patted the back of his head and frowned. It
was indeed getting thinner.
“You’re just noticing now?” Keith asked incredulously,
failing to see what the big deal was. Getting older was a fact of life for
those lucky enough to do so. Plus, family history wasn’t doing Lance any
favours. A fact that Keith liked to remember every time Lance commented on his “mullet”
when they were younger.
“Maybe I have been in denial, Keith. Maybe I only faced the
cold facts of reality because I was looking for grays after I noticed yours.”
“What?!?!” Keith ran his fingers through his still thick,
still mostly black locks and peered deeply into the mirror. Maybe he wasn’t
ready to reach his silver back years, just yet.
Keith noticed a few strands of silver, mostly at his
temples, but they were hardly noticeable. Lance was being petty.
“You’re just jealous,” Keith teased as he turned to Lance.
Keith sighed and ran his hands down Lance’s arm, squeezing
his muscles as he made his way to his hands in a gesture of comfort.
“You grow a pretty great beard though,” Keith complimented. “I
can’t believe that only took you a week. I’ve been growing mine forever.”
“I only grew it, hoping you’d tell me to shave it, so I
could tell you to shave yours,” Lance retorted.
Keith rolled his eyes and huffed, causing his bangs to fluff
“Well, I think you look handsome, beard or no beard, hair or
no hair. I love you and always will. Even when we are old and you are as bald
as Pipo,” Keith smiled endearingly.
Though Lance wasn’t sure what he thought about being as bald
as Pipo was, he smiled, his ‘you think so’ smile and pulled Keith into his arms.
He kissed him softly on the lips.
“It’s kinda like kissing a bear, but better than prickles,”
“A bear, eh?” Lance chuckled and moved around him so he
could scoop Keith into a bear hug and rub his chin into the crook of Keith’s
neck. He ran his fingers over Keith’s ribs for good measure.
Keith yelped and fake struggled, both of them knowing he could
escape if he really wanted too. The tickling turned into play fighting and for
a few moments, two grown men, wrestled like puppies, on the bathroom floor.
Their rough-housing was interrupted by a knock on the
bathroom door and the small voice of a small girl.
“Daddys, what are you doing in there. I have to pee.”