Klance | Oneshots

We went rock climbing | Concussed Keith Au

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This'll be the fluffiest oneshot I've ever written

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"Keith lets go camping." Lance says while looking down at his phone, scrolling through a camping website. The brunette had this brilliant idea in his head for quite a few weeks, but always forgot it the second the harsh snow came back. But now, the weather was clear, without a cloud in the sky. Keith looks up at his boyfriend, the two of them laying on Lances' couch together.

Sure, Keith saw that Lance was looking into going camping, but that doesn't mean that he wanted to partake in this outdoor activity. The shorter male read and googled too many scary stories about people being kidnaped or killed when out in the wilderness with nothing but a tent and flashlight. It sent shivers down his spine. "You are crazy." Keith mutters, as Lance runs a hand through his boyfriends hair, landing a kiss on his forehead. "It's still a no." Keith looks up at Lance, his phone falling to his side, "I don't feel like dying anytime soon." At this statement the brunette laughs, his boyfriend crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not going camping Lance, not now, not ever." He deadpanned.

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"How do I fall for this shit every time?" Keith asks, his hands wrapped around the straps of his bulky backpack, Lance in front of him with a bag of his own. They were walking with a group of first time campers, listening to the guides words with care. "Please do not go out of the safe zone, and please do not keep your food and belongings out in the open at night time. Black bears can sometimes walk around, but they are harmless. They might yell, or drink your beer, but that's as scary as they can get." The tour guide laughs, one of those fake- practiced ones. "We're the only twenty year olds here Lance. Everyone else, they look like they're in their sixties." Keith whispers, matching his boyfriends speed to hold his hand. Keith was simply being paranoid, the couples or pairs of friends were most definitely not in their sixties. All Keith could do was close his eyes, and imagine the drunk black bears in their underwear. But even that didn't calm his nerves. 

Lance looks down at their intertwined hands, and then at the nervous Keith.

And for once since the second they left their apartment, he starts to regret the decision to go on this trip.

Lance knew every detail of Keith's life before they were together, which meant that he was aware of what happened to his lover when he was around five or six years old.

You'd never expect a child that young to remember something from years ago, but the most traumatizing things stick with you no matter how much time has passed.

It doesn't take long for the pair to enter their campsite, a roomy tent already set up next to an old grill and circle of rocks for a fire. Lance lets go of Keith's hand, running towards their home for the next twelve hours, his arms flying in the air out of pure excitement. "C'mon Keith," the brunette says while turning around, just to face the anxiety filled male. Lance puts his backpack on the ground, his arms opening wide for his boyfriend to fall into his embrace.

It only takes Keith a second to run into Lance's warm body, his arms wrapping around his long torso for the extra support. Lance holds onto Keith tightly, his chin resting on Keith's head. "If you want to go, we can." The taller male whispers against Keith's ear. "N-no- I'll be okay.." Keith mumbles, breaking away from the hug to look up at his lover with a smile; one that fills Lance with absolute happiness. "Okay then, lets get this camping experience going! First activity, rock-climbing."