Keith and Lance have been flirting unconsciously in the form of relentless competition for months. But when it goes to far and Keith gets hurt, Lance begins to question his feelings for him, realizing he might just loose the love of his life.
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Lance couldn’t remember when the competition went from simple, almost playful challenges to this.
He grunted at the feeling of the hilt of Keith’s bayard slammed into his gut, sliding backwards and letting out a slightly strained breath.
The two ‘trained’ together often and usually, one of them would end up with some kind of injury that would lead to the others scolding them for it. Lance and Keith were both used to it and it actually made them stronger, they got used to pain so it was easier to keep fighting on when going against the galra.
Lance raised his rifle, shooting at the Red Paladin and grunting when he blocked the shots with his shield, moving when he charged towards him. The Cuban has always been quick, though now he was getting faster from having to dodge Keith’s hits. Just as they were getting into the training, Shiro’s voice snapped them out of it.
“Both of you, knock it off! We got a distress signal, come on.” He ordered before heading for Black’s hanger. The teens looked at each other slightly before both took off to their lions.
“This isn’t over, Kogane.”
“Of course it’s not, McClain.”
How had they managed to drag their competition into the mission? They weren’t sure which on of them had started it, but now they were trying to see who could take out more robotic sentries than the other. At that moment, they were back to back, soft pants leaving both teens as they stared at the sentries around them.
The mission was supposed to be simple, they were just going to free some prisoners and then get out of there. They didn’t know that there were so many sentries, robotic and living, guarding the place. Pidge and Hunk were distracting anyone outside the ship while Shiro, Keith, and Lance infiltrated it. The Blue and Red Paladin decided to distract the guards while Shiro went and freed the prisoners and they were quickly beginning to regret it.
“You keeping up, Keith?” Lance panted out, grunting when the sentries’ shots hit his shield. He looked back at the other and felt an odd sense of worry for the other at how exhausted he looked.
“Of course I am.” The other growled out, clenching his fist and looking back at Lance slightly. The marksman had his bayard out once more and was returning fire at the sentries, his skill showing with how he took down many of the robotic sentries. Keith turned back around and began to fight the sentries on his side once more, trying to push down the concern he felt for his teammate.
“Both of you, back to your lions! The prisoners are with me!” Shiro’s voice came over the comm, snapping them out of their fighting daze. They looked at each other and nodded slightly before both took off towards where their lions were waiting for them. Lance would turn around while they ran to shoot at the sentries behind them while Keith would take down any that were in front of them. Their numbers seemed to go down, much to the paladins’ relief, and then were finally able to put their bayards away.
Of course, they should have known things wouldn’t be this easy.
They skidded to a stop at the sight of living as well as robotic sentries guarding their bubbled lions, bodies tensing as they sentries drew their guns. Both paladins brought their bayards back out, glancing at each other.
“Whoever gets to their lion first gets first servings of whatever Hunk makes tonight.” The Blue Paladin felt butterflies in his gut at the smirk that found its way onto his teammate’s face.
“Dammit, Keith, move!” Lance yelled, eyes following the last sentry as they fought the Red Paladin. They had taken all of the other sentries out, leaving them with one last living sentry. Sadly for them, it was one of the living sentries, so the galra actually knew how to do things better than the robotic sentries did.
“No! I got this!” Keith snapped over his shoulder, using his shield to block the shot before moving to block the sentry’s shot. Deep down, he knew this was ridiculous, he knew he should just let Lance take the shot, but his competitive side won over as he tried to take down the sentry.
“What is going on over there?!” Shiro’s voice came over the comm, snapping Lance out of his concentration and making him let out a frustrated growl.
“Keith, fucking move!” Lance snapped, tightening his hold on his bayard. His stomach churned when Keith had turned to face him, lips parting in a yell he hadn’t gotten out before the sentry had let out a stream of shots. Violet eyes widened as the shots connected with the middle of the Red Paladin’s back, a choked sound leaving him.
Lance watched his teammate fall to his knees, pupils dilated.
His finger twitched on the trigger before the Blue Paladin let out an angered yell and began to shoot at the sentry, only stopping when Red had powered up and brought her large robotic paw out to smack the sentry across the room where they laid, completely still. He let his bayard disappear and scrambled to the other, who’s chest was heaving.
“Keith? Keith, I’m gonna pick you up, okay?” Lance tried to keep the panic out of his voice, blue orbs wide as he stared down at him. Keith’s nod was shaky, but it was enough. Lance was careful as he hooked his arm underneath his knees and moved behind his back. He tried to block out his friend’s pained sound, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.
“Lance, what happened? Where’s Keith?” Shiro’s voice echoed through the comm just as Lance climbed into Blue. He kept the smaller male on his lap, keeping him supported as he left the large station, Red on his heel.
“He’s hurt, bad, have Coran ready a cryopod and hurry.” He heard Shiro’s voice shouting out orders, but he wasn’t really paying attention. He was pretty much letting Blue fly herself, eyes glued to Keith’s face. The younger’s chest was heaving, his body trembling in the Blue Paladin’s hold. “Don’t you dare die on me..” Lance had murmured, hearing Shiro’s murmur of ‘Lance’, though not thinking anything of it. All that matter right now was Keith.
Lance’s eyes were glued to the cryopod that Keith was in, not looking away from the other’s face. He could hear the others talking behind him, but their voices seemed muffled. He couldn’t focus on what they were saying and by the looks they would send him when he’d glance at them from the corner of his eyes, they knew.
“Lance?” Shiro’s voice was cautious as the older male approached, placing his flesh hand on the smaller male’s shoulder. Concerned pooled in his gut when Lance didn’t answer him and he gently squeezed his shoulder, trying to look at him. When he finally turned his attention from Keith to their leader, there was a distant look in his eyes.
“I could have lost him today, Shiro…” His voice was quiet as he stared up at the other, blue orbs finally focusing. Shiro had parted his lips when Lance spoke once more. “I could have lost him and it’s all because we’re fucking children who don’t know when to keep personal shit out of the missions!” Lance’s voice slowly rose in volume as he spoke, gaining the others’ attention. There was a pained look in his eyes as they glossed over with unshed tears. Something in the older male’s chest clenched and he wrapped his arms around the shaking paladin, holding Lance’s smaller form close to his chest. A broken sound fell passed the cuban’s lips and he pressed into Shiro’s hold, letting his tears fall freely.
“He’s going to be okay, Lance..” The Black Paladin murmured into his hair, hand rubbing small circles into his back.
“I can’t lose him, Shiro..” The teen whimpered out, hands clenching the older male’s shirt tightly. Shiro let out a soft sigh, tightening his arms around him slightly.
Lance rarely left the med bay, only leaving when either Hunk, Shiro, or Pidge made him leave so he could eat and sleep that night. When the others had woken up, they found Lance leaning against the cryopod Keith was in, soft breaths leaving him as he slept against the freezing cold metal.
“He cares about him more than he lets on..” Allura had commented, arms crossing over her chest as she stared at the scene.
“Of course he cares about him, he loves him.” Hunk stated matter-of-factly, just as Lance had stirred awake. His best friend let out an affronted squawk of denial, startling the others, but making them laugh. Despite how he denied it, deep down, Lance knew it was true.
When Keith had fallen out of the cryopod that morning, sometime after breakfast, he collided with a hard chest. Two slim arms wrapped around his waist tightly, holding him upright as a relieved breath left the person holding him.
“You’re finally up.” Keith’s body tensed at the sound of Lance’s voice, the words being murmured into his hair. He squirmed slightly in the arms around him, but the larger teen only tightened them around him slightly. “You know, I was worried about you..”
“Lance..?” Keith’s voice was slightly strained as he hesitantly looked up at him. Lance finally looked down, blue orbs meeting confused violet eyes, and the Red Paladin’s heart clenched. Lance’s expression was soft, he had never looked at him like that before, and it sent butterflies all through him.
“Never do something dangerous like that again, idiota..” The older male’s voice was soft, arms finally loosening around the smaller male. Keith stared up at him for a long moment before nodding slightly, a shaky breath leaving him.
“I…okay..” He breathed out, his mind only just now processing just how close Lance was to him. If the Red Paladin really wanted to, he could lean up that small distance to press their lips together. Would that be a good idea, though?
Lance beamed down at him, the smile making Keith’s heart hammer away in his chest. The feeling of lips against his forehead brought heat up to his cheeks and he was quick to look down so the other wouldn’t see it. A quiet chuckle rumbled from Lance and Keith could feel it through his chest and wow, has he always had such a hard chest-
“Keith?” The younger snapped out of his daze and he looked up at him. Another soft chuckle left him and a small, amused smirk curled his lips upwards. “I said, do you need some help getting to your room?” Keith hesitated for a moment before looking off to the side slightly.
“I dunno, maybe?”
“‘Maybe’ is not a good answer.”
Keith had parted his lips to ask what he meant when he was quite literally scooped up. He let out a fairly loud yelp of surprise, arms flying around his teammate’s neck. Lance just snorted before leaving the med bay to take Keith to his room. When they had passed Shiro in the hallway, Keith tried not to think anything of the small curl of his friend’s lips, instead just looking up slightly at Lance.
He has a pretty face.
After the galra incident, Lance all but refused to accept any competitive idea Keith dropped whenever it came to fighting. It confused the younger teen, but he tried not to push too hard. He also seemed far more protective over the Red Paladin nowadays, trying his hardest to protect him during missions.
It was on this day, after a long mission that left all of the paladins tired, that Keith finally decided to confront his teammate.
“Lance?” Keith’s voice was quiet as he entered the other’s room, eyes scanning the room. His eyes landed on a lump beneath the blanket, hiding from the light that was coming in from the doorway. A tired ‘what’ left him, prompting Keith to come further into the room. “Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.” The tired male murmured, finally moving the blanket enough to look at his friend. Keith’s breath hitched, eyes taking in the Blue Paladin’s appearance. For once, Lance’s hair was a mess and his eyes were barely open, just a slimmer of blue able to be seen.
He was cute and Keith didn’t know how to handle that.
“I, uh…wanted to know why you keep…protecting me?” His voice grew quiet, though it was obvious that the other had heard him with how he snorted, rolling onto his side so he was facing him better.
“What, can’t protect the person I love?” Though Lance’s voice was slightly slurred from how tired he was, there was a sincerity in his voice and eyes that hit Keith deep down.
“The person you love..?” His voice was quiet as he took a step closer to the half-asleep male, tensing ever so slightly when Lance reached out and took hold of one of his hands.
“Mhmm..” Blue eyes closed and Lance tugged on Keith’s hand ever so slightly before his hold became loose as he dozed off. The Red Paladin stared down at him for a moment before smiling softly, gently squeezing the sleeping male’s hand. He was careful as he moved to sit beside Lance, letting the older male move closer to him, a content noise leaving the Cuban.
“I love you, too, Lance..”
When the others checked in on them, they decided not to ruin the sight of the two of them sleeping, all curled up in each other’s arms.
yaayyy, i finally finished a prompt
dunno if this is how you wanted this to turn out, but thanks for the prompt :’)