Klance oneshots

Family through hell and back

Well..writing this one was fun. Here, take my first oneshot. It's bearable.

"So, thought of any names?" Lance asked as he watched the baby sleeping in keith's arms lovingly, a soft smile on his face.

"What about scott?" Keith hummed and the smile on the hispanic's face fell as he turned around to throw a disapointed look at his significant other. Keith caught the look quickly and looked up at lance with a raised brow, silently questioning the disapointed look on his face.

"What?" He finally asked when he took note of the big stretch of silent between them and the small bedroom, confusion and irritation evidant in his voice.

"What kind of name is that???" Lance whisper shouted, flailing his arms around dramaticaly.

"A guy's name." Keith deadpanned, soon a glare directed at him being a silent reply to his statement. Which didn't faze him. At all.

"No! I mean, you really want to put such a name next to my fabulous last name? Scott mcclain? Seriously?" Keith rolled his eyes. Too bad he was holding a baby in his arms and he couldn't smack the guy upside the head.

"Oh? And what name do you have in your mind?" The mullet head taunted, making a small smirk plaster on the blue paladin's face.

"Diego."

"and you said scott is ridicolous." Lance smacked him in the shoulder and keith glared daggers, gesturing at the baby in his arms.

"Don't! You're gonna wake him up!" Keith said lowly and lance sweatdropped, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry."

"You're lucky you didn't wake scott."

"Diego."

"Scott."

"Diego." Keith glared at him for the 100th time but lance didn't back down this time. He was used to the bitch fear me glares so that was useless.

"Scott."

"Di-" hunk came out of the kitchen and towards the couch, cutting him off.

"Hey guys how's sam doing in there?" The couple turned around, making the yellow paladin sweatdrop when he saw the look on their faces.

"SAM!????" Both exclaimed in unsion and hunk laughed nervously, raising his hands up in surrender because who wouldn't when a couple with a baby is glaring daggers at you-

.....that was when the baby started crying. And lance and hunk just dashed out of the room, leaving a mom mode:on keith cooing at his son with a dark aura surrounding him. He was intimidating enough that even pidge avoided him with a shit eating grin.

"GUESS WHO'S GOING TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH TONIGHT!??"

"You're-you're joking, right?" Keith stared quietly as his husband started laughing like a maniac getting stuck in a cage. He knew lance was....doing these stupid things to lighten up the mood but this time? It wasn't working.

"What do you think, lance?" Keith rasped out, feeling a bile rising up his throat. Even thinking about this made him sick to the stomach. But this was something keith had to do to protect his family, whether he liked it or not. Life wasn't asking what he'd like to do, it was shoving this one, tiny option that hit him like a sledgehammer and made him want to curl up into a ball and die. Keith clenched his fists, a single tear sliding down his cheek as he looked down at his son for the last time, a small smile finding it's way to his lips as he saw his son sleeping peacefully, lucky enough to not be the audience of this... event. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss against the child's forehead, the toddler smiling as it stirred in his sleep but stayed asleep.

Keith then turned around to face his husband, his heart clenching as he saw the broken look on lance's face he kept his eyes down on the white cast on his wrist. Keith grabbed his collor, carefull with the wrist as he pulled down the taller male to a short, tender kiss.

Lance swore he could taste the mixed emotions in this one single kiss that didn't even last one minute because when he opened his eyes his lips were once again cold.

he couldn't help but watch as keith walked out of that door, and so did lance's soul.

~~eight years later~~

Diego didn't really know how he got himself into this drama, but he somehow managed to do so. Ans dragging his dad along too. Great.

Both of them were tied up to a pole with their arms above their heads, and diego had the urge to stab those three galra with his auntie pidge's electric spadey thing. Rapidly.

"You guys are boring." Diego deadpanned and lance looked like he would face palm if he wasn't all nice and tied up.

Three pair of yellow eyes turned to the half-galra's direction and the paler boy threw a shit eating grin. One of them, which was a chubby girl with a bunch of strings dangling off her throat and showing off some small,balmeran crystal, walked forward until she was face to face with diego, sneering as she saw the guy duck his face, trying not to gag at the strong, disturbing stench coming off from the girl's mouth. It was as if she put a raw meat in her mouth and let it rot in there before swollowing it down.

"You're bored? Then let me entertain you~" she said in a mischivious glint and in a flash there was a blade pressing against his jaw with enough force to draw blood. Lance was glaring at her but she ignored him, her grin widening.

"Well, i guess you had fun in our last activity, hm?" Lance could see the fear in his son's eyes as he tried to keep a blank face, and slowly tried to pull himself closer to diego. He promised keith he'd protect them, and he didn't had the intention to break that promise.

"Leave him alone." Lance muttered, spitting out blood near the galran's feet.

Before any of the aliens could react, a throwing knife came out of no where, burying itself in the girl's leg. She screamed as she fell on her back, clutching at her leg while the father and son watched as a figure dropped themself on the other galra before he could go help his companion. He got knocked out by a powerful punch and the figure slowly stood up. He was wearing a galaran suit, a mask covering his face.

"I knew I can't leave you guys alone and expect you guys to not get in trouble." Lance stared at the man quietly, not being able to cover up the confusion but there was one thing he was sure about: the guy was using that weird alien tech thing that changed your real voice.

"Who are you? What do you mean?" Lance whispered, suddenly feeling weak as the adrenaline in his veins decreased into zero, his knees buckling under his feet and the ropes were the only thing holding him from sprawling on the floor.

Their savior walked forward and cut the ropes around the younger male's wrists and went to help the other.

The moment he tore lance's bindings he fell in the guy's arms, too weak to get up.

"Dad!" Diego exclaimed, draping one of his dad's arms around his shoulder and with the help of that mystery guy they managed to return to the blue lion.

And with that, the three were off to earth.

"He'll be fine." He placed a gentle hand on lance's forehead and diego was suprised when he heared the concern in the guy's voice. The curiousity got the best of him.

"Who are you?"

"You don't remember me, diego?" Diego watched him quietly as he reached up and took off his mask, revealing a face of a pale man diego saw in his dreams multiple time he'd lost count, this was the face he remembered when he was seven.

"........Dad?"

A/N:And there goes the first oneshot. If Anyone's reading this, thanks for reading.

Peace out.