Red String of Fate - KLANCE

Epilogue

>>Holy shit guys. I can't believe I finished this whole story. I literally wrote this entire thing in one week. It was amazing, stressful but amazing. I will keep this little speech short don't worry. 

First off, let me just thank everyone for reading this. It is insane to think that actual people are reading my works?? Sometimes it is hard to imagine that reads aren't just numbers but actual people that live and breathe and have lives. 

Second, thanks so much for all the votes and comments! They always made me smile like crazy person and giggle, blush and squeal. I'm not lying. Your comments always motivated me to continue writing and keep improving, so thank you <3

Then, lastly, I wanted to aks you guys to send me all your headcanons and prompts for oneshots for this story. You can leave them in the comments. I love this AU and I'd love to write little scenes you'd like to read.  I'm not afraid to write some steam, although I did find out I despise writing real smut, sorry :')

Oh, wait one more thing, my next Klance story is already finished. I'll post the first chapter in my Klance oneshots book, so keep an eye on that if you're interested :)

I love you guys, and enjoy  this tiny epilogue<<

April 10, 8:43 AM

Keith pushed the doors to the diner open, the bell chimed softly into the room. The big difference between now and a few weeks ago, was that this time the room wasn't quiet. It was filled with the soft chatter of a group of friends.

His group of friends.

His lips lifted into a smile as he stood in the doorway, taking in the sight of his friends. They all sat at one of the booths and had shoved some extra chairs to seat them all. Coran was leaning against one of the booths, notepad forgotten in his hand. Shiro had his arm placed on the booth behind Matt's head while the Holt brother was discussing something with Pidge and Hunk, who sat on the other bench. Shay sat pressed tightly against Hunk and had one hand placed on his thigh as she talked to Allura. The silver-haired woman sat on a chair, legs crossed and her arms moved in the air as she spoke.

And next to her, sat Lance. He was bouncing his leg up and down almost nervously as he gripped his cup of coffee with both hands. He wasn't participating in any of the conversations, or listening to one. Instead, his gaze wandered around the room. The light that shone through the window fell perfectly on his face. Making all of his pretty features even prettier and making his blue eyes sparkle.

Keith hadn't noticed he had been spot until a loud shriek sounded through the diner, making everyone stop their conversation to look at Lance. The man had jumped up from his seat and came running toward Keith. A second later Keith had his arms full with the Cuban.

Lance had his arms wrapped tightly around Keith's neck and had burrowed his face in Keith's hair. After the initial shock, Keith relaxed and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist.

"You're such a dork," he laughed into Lance's neck.

Lance didn't lift his head to speak to him. "Yeah. But I'm your dork."

And Keith wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon.