I bet Keith’s life with his shack in the desert was Fun so here are some headcanons:
When he first moved in he spent a solid week just sleeping
*after waking up*: Time is an illusion and the world is fake
After he moved into his shack and gotten used to it he LOVED it, the Garrison and life in general was really stressing him and he liked being on his own
He spent most of his time in Big T-Shirts and Boxer Shorts because he’s hot and it’s comfy
As a kid his favorite movie was Cars
Now that he’s older it’s Big Hero 6, because Tadashi reminded him of Shiro but he couldn’t watch it after the first time because it hurt too much
He really likes plants and likes to see them grow
He never intended on getting a mullet, he just got lazy and let his hair grow out, he liked it so
He loves cats and cats love him back and it’s the BEST
He gets REALLY excited when he discovers something new about the blue lion’s energy
I’m not kidding his eyes light up and he smiles and he gets very dorky about it
When he has laundry or dishes (or anything that requires him to Be An Adult) he groans and wishes there was someone else to do it but realizes he has nobody
He will literally take any other option for food that doesn’t involve actual cooking and/or work
Meaning he lived off of instant noodles and eggs
Sometimes he’ll just stop and think “should I really be living on my own and stay a dropout despite having skills?” but he ignores that and continues following the vague blue lion energy and the hope that everything will turn out okay
*goes into the cave*: *hums x-files theme*
Keith is actually?? a decent artist?? The carvings in the cave inspired the hell out of him
When he gets frustrated with his work or gets stumped he drives his bike out into the desert and it clears his head
They relearn how to not be scared of love. They fall back into gentler, longer kisses: in the dark kitchen at midnight, dancing to a song they remember from high school; in the morning, as a thank you for being alive.
Lance sighed deeply. Maybe, if he concentrated, he could expunge his mind of all troubles and cares by balling them up and blowing them into dust, and then their weight would be be gone forever, and he’d be light.
When Keith was seven years old, he spent a year in La Quinta with a boy named Lance, the best friend he ever had. Ten years later, Lance and Keith reunite at the Garrison–only Keith doesn’t remember who Lance is.
here’s a quick entry for klanceweek prompt #1: free will vs. fate
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“I can’t do this anymore,” Keith murmurs.
The room is heavy with exhaustion, with the weight of responsibilities. Slouched next to him on the couch, Lance glances at Keith out of the corner of his eye. The words are tired—Keith is tired.
Lance lets his eyes flutter shut. Another mission, another near disaster. Without Shiro at the helm, the team doesn’t function quite as well as it used to. Keith takes more risks than Shiro had, which occasionally works to their advantage. Today, though, is one of the many times it didn’t.
“It isn’t your fault, dude,” Lance sighs. He has yet to remove his armor, and the material feels heavier than ever. “Besides, we all made it out alive. That’s something, right?”
“Aren’t you the person who’s supposed to give me shit for this?”
“You make a good point…” Lance taps his chin, lips pursed. “If you need me to, I can. You don’t have to twist my arm. Actually, please don’t. My right arm hurts like a bitch from where that one meathead Galra pushed me down.”
Keith snorts and leans his head back, exposing the long curve of his neck. A moment of silence settles between them before Keith speaks again. “I’m being serious, though. Leading the team… I’m not cut out for it.”
Lance cycles through a few different responses. Since Shiro vanished, Lance has heard the other paladins offer Keith varying advice. Hunk urging Keith to keep trying, Pidge admonishing him for his disregard for her family, Allura dissecting each of his plans, Coran insisting he’s the best for the job. And Lance… he doesn’t know how to handle the situation. How does he feel about Keith as their leader?
“I guess not. Shiro always said I should take his place if something happened to him.”
“But you didn’t choose to be the big bad leader of your own freewill. You know what I mean?”
“It isn’t like you’ve been gunning for the position or anything. You took charge because a really close friend wanted you to.” Lance pauses. “I mean, you love Red, right? I know how close Blue and I are. Bonding with another lion after everything you put into bonding with Red—it can’t be easy.”
To his surprise, the corners of Keith’s lips twist into a smile. It reminds Lance of something and, for a moment, he can’t quite put his finger on what it is. But then he remembers. A shaky image, on the fringes of his memory, of Keith regarding him with a soft smile, their fingers interlocked.
The bonding moment, Lance recalls with a start.
“I miss Red so much,” Keith whispers. His voice is strained with longing, and it tugs at something inside Lance’s chest. “But I… I’m the only one who can pilot the black lion.”
An idea strikes Lance, and, okay, maybe it’s stupid. But Lance finds himself blurting, “I can help you.”
Idiot, idiot, what the hell. Lance’s subconscious is screaming at him, and he kindly tells it to leave him alone, geez. Why did he say that? This is Keith; he doesn’t need Lance’s help. Allura would make a much better right-hand man—woman—than him.
“Really?” Keith prompts.
Lance expects disgust or laughter or, hell, even annoyance. To think someone as useless as Lance would volunteer himself for such an important role is ridiculous.
“That…” Keith trails off and Lance braces himself for impact. “Would be… amazing.”
“Yeah, yeah, I shouldn’t have even brought it u—wait. What’d you just say?” Lance swears his soul leaves his body. “Did you? What?”
“I could really use some help,” Keith explains. There’s a weariness in his voice, and Lance realizes, with everything that’s happened recently, Keith has been hit the hardest. “I didn’t expect you to offer but… I kind of hoped you would.”
Lance must be dreaming. This Keith can’t possibly be the real Keith.
“Me?” Lance squeaks, disbelieving.
“You’re the best for the job…”
Holy shit, Keith is blushing.
“I don’t know about that,” Lance scoffs, scratching the back of his neck. He might be blushing, too. Ugh. “I’m just… you know. Me.”
“Exactly.” Keith’s eyes narrow to angry little slits, almost like he’s offended.
“Keith, my dude, my main man…”
“You can do it.” Slowly, Keith’s smile morphs into a smirk, much like before a practice spar. A wicked glint dances behind his eyes, and Lance feels like he’s going to explode. “Isn’t that right, Sharpshooter?”
“From the first time I saw you, you were always… blue” - Entangled
@purpleneutrino wrote this amazing fic and also has some kick ass art too so if you haven’t, please do yourself a favor and read it. It’s so good. This… honestly doesn’t really directly relate to any particular moment in the fic but I just wanted an excuse to draw Keith and Blue because that was not I was expecting but I love it.
“Lance couldn’t help but move first, letting his head rest on Keith’s forehead. Keith peered into Lance’s eyes. He couldn’t help but remember the last time he butted heads with the brunet. A soft chuckled escaped Keith’s lips, making a rare smile crack his face” -Inspired by this scene in Jacket by Red_Dead
It starts with a missed phone call. It always starts with a missed phone call with him. With Keith. It elevates into another missed phone call. It escalates into another one, and suddenly they haven’t talked to each other outside of school in a week.
Lance doesn’t know what to think or what to do. He doesn’t wanna confront Keith. He can’t confront Keith. So instead he wallows in silence and wondering how long it takes till Keith breaks up with him, because that has to be coming. A month passes. And then the day come.