Klance Oneshots

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(fem Lance and fem Keith)

Keith was sitting at her desk, waiting for the lunch bell to go off. When it did, she scrambled out of her desk and walked quickly to the lunch room. She saw Lance at a table waving the ravenette over and quickly walked over.

"Hey~" Lance's soft, high voice cooed as Keith sat across from her. "Hey, you gonna buy lunch?" The indigo-eyed girl asked, having more on edge to her tone. On top of that, the girl's voice was monotone while Lance's was filled with colors and excitement.

The Cuban girl shook her head, ponytail swishing back and forth. "I'm going to the cafe with Shiro and Hunk this afternoon, we're gonna eat a lot of sweet treats," He giggled. "Wanna come?"

(Shiro and Hunk are also gals)

Keith nodded, "mhm! I just got my paycheck in and earned more than enough to eat treats." Lance's feminine smile lit up the room, "nice!"

As the two talked, Keith noticed that lance's waist and cheeks were a bit skinnier, but didn't say anything about it. She just assumed that Lance was going to the gym and was on a diet.

And on a "diet" she was...

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The two walked home after eating a good 10 sweet treats. "I'm stuffed," Lance giggled. "I'm glad we did that, sometimes it's good to just give ourselves a break," Keith smirked. The two walked into Lance's house and sat down for a while on the back porch, enjoying the afternoon rays.

"I'll be back, stay here, k?" lance said before going inside.

Keith was out there for a good ten minutes before getting up and walking in. She heard the quiet sound of someone gagging and followed the noise to the bathroom. "L-Lance?" Keith's quiet voice echoed into the bathroom.

The gagging stopped, "w-what?" The raven-haired girl could hear that Lance had been crying... "Are you okay?"

"I'm j-just sick yo-," Lance's tearful words were cut off by choked sobs.

"Lance, you don't sound sick," Keith replied as she tried to turn the handle to the door. It was open. She let it swing all the way to see Lance on the floor, one hand covered by what seemed to be saliva and the other wiping tears away.

Keith almost gagged at the sight, but didn't and walked in, sitting in front of him. "Are you throwing up for meals?" She asked, worry and pain laced in her words.

Lance could only nod, and a great heartache struck the other girl. She gathered Lance into her arms, despite the vomit on her dress. Despite her saliva covered hand, and despite her being a crying mess.

"It's okay, I've got you..." Keith whispered in Lance's ear as she softly rocked them back and forth. After a good 20 minutes, Lance calmed down.

"I-I just du-dunno wh-wh-what to d-do," She hiccuped into Keith's shoulder. Keith softly rubbed her friend's back. "You can always talk to me... I'm here, and won't ever leave you."

Lance's nails dug into Keith's back, hugging her. "T-Thank you," she smiled up at Keith. "I'll do anything for you," Keith responded, locking her eyes on Lance's.

She always made everything into a joke. Even in the worst situations. Like now.

"Anything? Like g-go out wi-with me?" Her girly giggle echoed through the room. Keith's cheeks blushed a dark red as her eyes widened slightly. "Y-yeah," she whispered, which surprised Lance.

The brunette blushed lightly, "when..?" Keith shrugged, still astonished that they were going on a date... After what had just happened.. "Tomorrow?" Keith asked.

"Sure," the Cuban girl giggled, holding onto Keith.

(601 words. HOWDYYYYYY I'm tired, sad, and have writer's block. Like really sad yet that's beside the point. IMPORTANT!!!! I have an Instagram acc with my friends, it's all Voltron related. @  / pastel_kids_in_space it's really cool check it out. Have a lovely day!! I know i messed up on the pronouns, fuck off)