Some sad stories

Curly Hair and Stolen Jackets

Ship- klance
Au- none
Fluff
Setting- castle of lions
Warnings: slight, very slight angst

It was a normal morning in the castle of lions. Keith sat in the kitchen drinking coffee like life substance. It reminded him of home— and that was all that mattered. He was always the first one awake, followed by Shiro, then Pidge, Hunk, Allura, Coran, and lastly Lance. Lance was always the last one awake.

He sat studying a book on fighting patterns when he heard the door woosh open. Not looking up, and figuring it was Shiro getting his morning coffee and sort of fruit before going to train; he continued reading his book.

"Not even a hello! Wow, Mullet, tell me how you really feel about me," Lance said while opening the fridge and peeking his head inside.

Keith shot his head up and closed his book, "Lance! Why in the world are you awake? You're about, oh... thirteen hours early," he sassily replied. The truth was, Keith always secretly hoped Lance would wake up early so he could talk to him, but he never did.

"Couldn't go back to bed, what about you?" Lance said, continuing to search the fridge.

"I'm always the first person awake, followed by Shiro and Pidge, Hunk, Allura, Coran, and you last, Sleeping Beauty," Keith groaned.

"You think I'm a beauty" Lance smirked, closing the fridge door to reveal his early-morning face.

Keith froze.

"Y-you— you wear glasses? And hAVE CURLS?" Keith squeaked, starting to blush. Lance looked so attractive like this, natural and beautiful.

Lance cursed himself for not remembering to do his morning routine, "Oh, yeah. This is how I look normally, which is really why I take so long to get ready," he said, starting to get embarrassed.

Keith got up from his chair, "Why haven't you told anyone?"

Lance gulped, not sure he was ready to face the truth of it all. "Personal preference, I guess. Anyway, I'm gonna go do everything; let's not talk about this, ok?" He sighed, hoping he could trust Keith with this.

Keith looked sad, almost heartbroken, "Yeah... of course, I won't tell."

"Great," Lance replied, walking back to his room and shutting the door.

Keith spent the rest of the day avoiding everyone and hiding in his room, not even coming out for dinner. The whole team was starting to worry. Even if he wouldn't talk to anyone, everyone still cared about Keith.

"Lance," Allura said calling him to the kitchen, "Will you take Keith a plate? I'm sure he's hungry, and I don't want him to starve"

"Yeah, sure, make his rival do it," Lance muttered, grabbing the plate and walking towards his room.

While walking down the long hall to Keith's room, Lance questioned why Keith hadn't come out of his room all day. Normally he'll just train all day if he wants to be left alone, but he always comes to dinner, even if he's mad. But it's not like him to just seclude himself from a meal like this.

Lance knocked on the door. Not hearing a response he knocked again.

"Keith? I don't know what's wrong but you missed dinner. 'Llura sent me with a plate for you, please open up," Lance said, starting to worry.

Still no response. Lance, knowing the passcode to each of the paladins rooms, punched in the code to Keith's room. When the door open Lance was surrounded by darkness except for the small amount of light coming from the hallway, and he could hear small sniffles coming from the bed.

Lance placed the food on a table, "Keith?" He questioned, inching closer to to the bed.

Upon further inspection, he could see that Keith was crying, hugging Lance's jacket and cuddling it. He looked like he'd been crying for hours. Lance knew something was wrong— Keith didn't cry. He ran over to the bed.

"Keith what's wrong? How long have you been crying for? Have you hydrated at all?" He felt his forehead and wiped his eyes.

Keith jumped, his earbuds falling out of his ears, and music continuing to blare loudly. "L-Lance? What are you doing in my room!?" He quickly wiped his eyes and put on his tough-guy face, afraid to cry in front of anyone.

"You haven't been out of your room for hours, the team— I got worried about you," Lance sighed. "And... why do you have my jacket?"

Keith gulped, before starting to cry again.

"No no no no no don't cry again!" Lance said wiping his tears and hugging him, "Tell me!"

"I'm in love with you," Keith mumbled quietly.

Lance looked so puzzled, before everything in his brain clicked. He held Keith closer and kissed his forehead.

"I love you too Keith, you don't have to hide it anymore," Lance said, rubbing small circles on Keith's hips.

Keith pulled away, sniffling softly, "You do?"

"Yes you dork, I knew you woke up early so I wasn't afraid to put on my glasses and leave my hair, I wanted you to see me. Keith, you are the best thing to happen to me since the garrison, I don't wanna be rivals. I never wanted to be rivals. I want to be yours," Lance replied, starting to get a little too passionate about this subject.

Keith leaned in and kissed him softly. It was perfect, for both of the paladins.

"That is the best part of being with you," Keith said giggling and snuggling close to Lance.

"What?" Lance questioned.

"Being able to shut you up with my lips," he chuckled, leaning up and kissing him again.

"You know what, Mullet, I'm gonna blabber even more now, cause now I have an boyfriend to squeal over every time he walks in the room," Lance smiled.

Keith blushed, finally feeling comfy. They may be in the middle of space, but for once neither paladin felt homesick, because they had found home.

"I do want my jacket back though, Mullet," Lance chuckled.

"In your dreams, sharpshooter. It's mine now," Keith said hugging the jacket in question closer to his chest.

And that, was something Lance could live with.