Voltron Oneshots (Klance), by moongirlel ✔️

Bad At Feelings

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The sound of swords clanging together came from the training room. It was late, very late and Keith was training alone.

"Level 3 complete" A robotic voice echoed around the room, as Keith fell to his knees huffing and puffing from the exercise.

"S-start training level 4..." Keith dragged himself off of the floor, he placed a hand on the wall.

Four robots arose from trap doors in the ground. Their eyes bright red, they each carried two swords.

Keith brushed his fridge behind his ear and stood tall, holding his blade firmly with both hands. His jacket and gloves where lying in a heep near the door.

The ravenette pounced at the bots, unaware of the metal door behind him opening to reveal a Cuban standing in the entrance.

Lance rubbed the back of his hand over his eye and stopped wondering why Keith was training at 2:45am. "Keith? It's like 3 in the morning why are you still up?"

Keith jumped to Lance calling his name. He bent backwards to avoid an oncoming swing from the last bot standing.

"End training sequence." The animatronic fell to the ground to Lance's command.

Keith glared at Lance, "Hey! What was that for?!" He stood from his knees once again and crossed his arms. "I totally had that! Lance, what the hell!"

"Keith...we need to talk..." Lance sighed, the door closed behind him as he stepped closer to Keith. "About...the thing..." He scratched the back of his neck and stopped only a few inches away from Keith. "Look, Keith...Why- why did you kis-"

"I don't want to talk about it Lance." Keith shouldered Lance out of the way and retrieved his gloves and jacket.

Lance narrowed his eyes at Keith, his eyes followed him as he walked.

Without thinking Lance grabbed Keith's arm and stopped him from leaving the room. "No."

"What?"

"I said no, Keith. We have to stop acting like this." Lance let his hand slip down Keith's arm and held his hand.

Keith gave him a confused look, "Acting? What acting?"

"This acting! Acting and pretending that we both hate each other! Keith, we need to stop acting like our feelings for one another aren't, when we both know rightly that they are." Lance brought Keith's hand to his chest, his eyebrows knitting together slowly. He pulled Keith closer, "Please...just give it a try. Once..."

Keith removed himself from Lance's grasp, he fumbled backwards but managed to keep himself steady. "I-I can't, Lance. The team- Voltron- our friends, it- I- You. I can't..."

Keith just about managed to stumble out a few words, enough for Lance to understand what he was on about.

Lance left his head fall slightly, and let go off Keith's hand. "Fine...whatever, I don't know why I even thought that it would work in the first place."

The taller boy gave the other a disgusted look and left for the door, "I don't even know why I came here anyways."

Just as Lance was about to open the door Keith broke the silence. "You came here because you wanted to talk with me about how we felt for one another. I know- I know I'm awful... I'm awful at communicating with people... I just need time Lance."

Lance turned his head sharply, "I came here to give you that time! And you just pushed me aside, Keith! What are you holding back on?! Don't you know that I love you?!"

"Of course I do, I just-" Keith felt tears swelling up in his eyes.

"You just what Keith?!" Lance threw his hands around, then they landed on his hips.

"I'm bad with emotions Lance! OK?! I do feel feelings towards you. Very, very strong ones to add at that. And if I'm honest, I don't know what to do with them..."

"Keith..."

"So I keep all of them in, and it comes out in my actions and my body language that I hate you. But in reality, I want you, Lance. I wanna be with you...I really do, I just struggle to show it-" Keith was cut off by Lance pulling him into a hug.

"I love you. I'm sorry for doubting you, Keith. I wanna be with you too..." Lance glanced at the ravenette's face to see tears flowing down his cheeks. He pulled off Keith and brushed the water streaks away with his thumb. "I'm sorry for raising my voice earlier...I didn't realize how sensitive you are to these things..." He kept his eyes on Keith, as they finally made eye contact.

"Thank you..."

"For what? I just raised my voice at you? And now you're saying thanks???" Question marks ran threw Lance's head.

"For loving me..."

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