Keith One Shots

~A Late Realisation~

Heyyyyy so it's been a minute. More like 10 monthssss. Unfortunately, I've decided that I'll make this chapter, another chapter, and then this book will come to a close. I'll talk about that more after the chapters though. We'll have an angsty chapter, a fluffy chapter, then that'll be it. Here ya go!

Third P.O.V

"Oh my god I'm nervous oh my god Keith please help I'm gonna die oh my god oh my god what if I kiss her wrong oh my-"

"Will you shut up already? You're giving me a headache," Keith grumbled, rubbing his temple and giving Lance a death glare.

"Shut up!? Dude, it's my Wedding Day. I'm about to marry the most beautiful woman in the world and you're telling me to shut up!?" Lance undid his tie for about the fifth time, making Keith frown. "Don't give me that look! The top bit was wonky."

Okay, fine. Maybe Lance had the right to be nervous on his Wedding Day. But this guy had been complaining in Keith's ear for the past two hours. Cut Keith some slack.

With a large sigh, Keith stood up out of his seat and took Lances tie from his hands, carefully wrapping it around Lance's neck.

"She's not gonna care if your tie is a little wonky. You need to calm down"

"I know I know, I'm sorry." Lance's eyes darted down and he began fidgeting with the cuff of his blouse. "I just- Allura wanted this to be perfect. She worked so hard to get a combination of both Human and Altean traditions within this wedding. I want this to be everything she dreamed it to be."

Keith paused, taking a deep look at Lance's face. He was biting his cheek ever so slightly, and he wouldn't make eye contact, a clear signal that this wasn't just a sudden worry, and that it wouldn't be solved with a simple pat on the shoulder.

Keith finished tying the tie, and put it neatly into place, loosening the rounder bit so it looked just right. He wasn't the best at being reassuring, but his best friend needed this right now, so he had to give it a shot. He placed his hands upon both of Lance's shoulders.

"Do you remember that time we went to the beach with Matt and Pidge?" Keith began.

"Oh god, and Matt got hit in the face with a volley ball?" Lance let out a small chuckle. "Of course I remember that."

"Matt had to sit out for the rest of the game because his head hurt. Not to mention you were the one that threw the ball, and you apologised for the next week because you felt so bad"

"I felt so bad," Lance said, the corner of his mouth rising. "I even bought him flowers too."

"See, at the time you wouldn't have found it funny, but now that we look back at it, Matt getting hit with a volley ball is the first thing that comes to mind," Keith continued, hoping that what he was saying made some kind of sense.

"Well yeah.. but I don't see what that has to do with any of this."

"Mistakes and mishaps give an event... personality. They help us remember the memories we love. I'm sure you wouldn't remember that beach day if it weren't for Matt," Keith said. "If things don't go completely according to plan, who cares? It'll be fun to tell the stories in the future."