𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 5 - 𝚁𝚞𝚗!

Author's P.O.V. (Point of Veiw)

Everyone stared at the man on the ground and then to Lance. A bigger man ran over to Lance. He had black hair with a strand of white in the front.

"What'd this one do?" He asked looking at Lance. It wasn't the first time this has happened. Lance would always be having a good time until someone saw him and was swooned by his good looks.

"Oh, Shiro my knight in Black & white amor!" Lance placed his hand over his forehead dramatically. "Come to save me?" He quirked his eyebrow up.

"Lance!" Shiro said in a stubborn tone.

"Well I'm sorry! He almost touched me and he almost called me a bad word before my real knight showed up and then because he is as drunk as a skunk, he called me a flippin' pansies, okay!" Lance pouted.

"It's still not okay to punch people!" Shiro said worryingly.

"I know..." Lance said quietly.

"Yeah, well you better get outta here you know someone around here has already called somebody and you don't need your face on the front page, okay!" Lance nodded.

"Alright, okay, see you tomorrow!" Lance took Keith's hand and waved to Shiro with his other.

They ran out of the club. Lance giggling like a school girl and Keith being very concerned.

"Who was that?" Keith asked.

"Oh, that's one of the 'knights' or bodyguards at the palace... Doesn't really matter. He guards around my area so ya'know.. he works part-time as a bouncer here..." Lance wobbled. He was in high heels so it was kinda hard to run. Keith was surprised he made it this far.

"Woah, careful.... Here." Keith put his arms around Lance's torso.

"Hehe... Getting handsy there aren't ya Keithy.." Lance said. He would be lying if he said he wasn't buzzed. Buzzed is the key word there. "You know I think youuuu are kinda cute!" Lance lengthed out his words. Lance bopped Keith's nose. Keith started to blush.

"Are you drunk?" He asked jokingly. Lance smirked.

"Maybe....." He started to walk in a beeline.

"You make absolutely no sense...." Keith said astounded. The boy in front of him was something else.

Lance argued, "No, you just don't understand me and my ways...." He giggled. Blushing under the moonlight, walking with Keith over the hills back to the palace. "Besides, wasn't tonight fun...?" Lance gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes, hoping that Keith would agree with him.

"Well...ummm....I don't know...not my type of fun, but sure...yeah, it was fun..." Keith shrugged not really knowing what to say to the drunken boy. Keith had never really gone outside of his own palace gates. He was mostly an introvert. Reading, writing, drawing, and doing all of his princely duties was his norm. Going out and partying and drinking just wasn't his scene. But Lance was just to convincing. His big brown eyes, and his soft brown hair, along with the way he looked tonight, Keith just couldn't say no.

If that was going to be his future mate, or king, or something like that, he was gonna have a hard time handling him. Everything was weird for him. Butterflies started to erupted in his stomach everytime Lance talked or even looked at him. Some new type of feelings that he didn't understand, but he knew what they were. Lance sat down on the hill. They were about a couple yards away from the palace grounds.

"Do you think everything will be fine between us?" Lance looked up at Keith as he sat down next to to boy.

"Yeah... I know that I'd try to do my best as King..." He looked at the night sky. Just let out your feelings... Keith thought. "And I don't know...since your obviously drunk....or I'm guessing...I want to tell you something...." Keith looked down. He was blushing. He wouldn't say things like this unless he meant it. But even though he had just met Lance a couple of hours ago, he felt at home with him.

"If, you would allow me the privilege...of becoming your mate...I would take the best care of you...and even though I know you probably won't remember this in the morning... I think your gorgeous..." Keith was a blushing mess. This wasn't like him. He had felt as though he had gone soft on the brown haired boy.

"Awwwww...your so nicccceeeee..." Lance grinned as he slurred his words.

"Yeah, well anyways...let get you back to your castle, your royal highness.." Keith said sarcastically. He stood up, while Lance followed the action.

"Oh why thank you my knight...." Lance grabbed on to his arm. They quickly got inside of the palace using the old servants courters. They ran down different hallways, until finally Keith hopefully found Lance's door.

"I think this is your room...? Right?" He looked at Lance questioningly.

"Ummm..." Lance stared at the door a while. "Um..yeah..sure..yes, yes it is..." Lance pushed open the door reveling his room.

Lance ran into his closet and took off his dress. He threw it on the ground and grabbed some silk pajamas. Lance could see the galran standing on the balcony. Facing the moon, leaning on the railing. He walked out and hugged Keith from behind.

"Hm..oh its you..you scared me..." Keith sighed. Lance just nuzzled his nose into the nape of Keith's neck. He loved the way Keith smelled. He smelled just like the forest and campfires, but yet at all the same time, he had smelt like the dessert after it rains. Lance had only been to the planet Earth one time and Keith reminded him of it so much.

"You smell nice..."Lance stated. Keith blushed.

"Thanks..I guess.." He turned around and embraced Lance in a hug. "You smell nice too..." Keith smiled. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this happy. Though it wasn't excitement happy. It was peaceful, bliss, happy. The kind of happy were everything was calm, and it seemed as though nothing in the world could take that away.

"Lance..." Keith looked down at the boy hugging him tightly.

"Hmm..."

"You should get some rest..." Lance looked up at him.

"But I wanna cuddle with you..." His eyes were sleepy. He was about to pass out any minute now, Keith could tell.

"How about I put you to bed okay?" Keith shook his head. Lance was gonna be a handful.

"Okay....." Lance walked over to his large bed. He got under the covers and sighed.

"Goodnight..." Lance whispered.

"Goodnight...." Keith said softly as he walked out of the room and went to his sleeping courters.
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Lance opened his eyes once he heard the door close. He smiled softly to himself. Oh boy....he is really something else.... Lance thought. The thing about Lance was he could shoot down 20 drinks before he started to even feel drunk. Lance only had 8 shots. Lance wasn't drunk, he was just really good at acting like he was. He had heard every single sweet thing that Keith had said about him.

He smiled and drifted off to sleep that night, with the most happiest thoughts that he had in a while.

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