Klance One-Shots for the Soul

Colour Me Your Colour, Baby (Fluff)

Cutesy Fluff Chapter in which Lance decides to decorate the spare room.

Word count: 1359

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"Someday I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me."

The curtains swayed their white silk in the gentle breeze to the tune of the lullaby. Lance gingerly dipped the tip of his brush into the pale yellow paint which was perched next to him on one of the many cardboard boxes of which had been littered across the empty apartment.

"Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops." His voice echoed softly as the brush swept the wall in his steady grip.

Lance had cleared the room out that morning; not that there had been much in the spare room apart from the boxes of belongings that he hadn't yet had the time to show off in his new home. All of the boxes had been pushed into the centre of the room, away from the walls so that Lance could decorate them in a neutral yellow. Not too bright, but playful and cheerful - perfect for the rooms purpose.

Lance's lips curled into an excited smile as he heard the commotion of keys and the click of the front door being unlocked.

"That's where you'll find me," He finished, wiping his hands on his old ripped jeans.

A collection of footsteps sounded in the hallway. "Lance?"

Lance fiddled with the gold band on his ring finger, "In the spare room!"

He put the brush down quickly on the same box as the paint, running his fingers through his hair as the footsteps approached.

"Are you looking for something?" Keith stepped into the doorway, loosening his tie. Lance stepped forward and pecked his lips, brushing off his question.

"How was work?" Lance held Keith lightly by the lapel of his work jacket. Keith glanced Lance over fondly and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Same as usual," Keith pulled away from Lance, stepping past him into the light yellow room, "you're painting the spare room?"

Lance smiled bashfully and moved to stand in front of Keith, taking his scuffed hands into his own. "Well... I've been thinking a lot lately."

Keith dropped his hands, taking him gently by the shoulders instead with a hopeful gaze. "Seriously? I'm proud of you Lance, that must've been so hard, but you did it!"

Lance narrowed his eyes and scoffed, waving his hands dismissively at Keith's joke. "Very funny babe, I'm in stitches."

Keith rolled his eyes playfully and smiled gently at his husband. A small smile played at his lips."Sorry, please continue."

"Only if you insist." Lance popped his hip to the side and crossed his arms over her chest dramatically. "Are you gonna interrupt me again?"

"Lance, come on." Keith warned and sat on one of the boxes, his unruly eyebrows raised in curiosity.

Taking a breathy sigh, Lance pulled a box over from another cluster of cardboard and sat across from Keith. He nervously twisted the ring around his finger.

"I've been thinking constantly about what you said a few months ago..." He started, "I know I freaked out... I wasn't sure at first if we were ready, but then I realised that it doesn't matter how long we wait; this is as ready as we'll ever be."

Keith's hands edged forward to cradle Lance's gently and lace the Cuban's slender fingers with his own, "You mean.."

"I wanna adopt," Lance watched Keith's expression carefully and continued, "I want to start a family with you, just like you said."