Trash Rat

It's just that I fell in love with a war, and nobody told me it ended

“Keith woke all at once. He had rolled onto his back during the night, and Lance had curled forward to press his face into his ribcage and hug him around the middle. It was as uncoordinated as it sounded. When he saw motion by Lance’s side of the bed, Keith pivoted on his hip, dumping Lance off of his chest. He put himself over him as a protective cage, one hand on the mattress by Lance’s head, and the other hand braced around the knife he kept under his pillow.

Shiro blinked back at him from several feet away, unarmed and frowning.

“Hijo de puta, Keith, give me a heads-up before you bring a knife to bed,” Lance screeched from under Keith’s chest, and fell quiet immediately after. “Oh, um. Morning, Shiro.”

Shiro raised his eyebrows. The sun was barely starting to rise, and he was already dressed. Keith gave him an apologetic grimace and put the knife down. “Sorry.”

“Good to see you’re still responsive,” Shiro said dryly, and a lump rose in Keith’s throat.

“He’s just jumpy in the morning,” Lance cut in. He put his hands on Keith’s waist, and Keith felt the simple contact steady him. “You okay, man?”

“I’m fine.”

WOW THIS TOOK FOREVER TO MAKE but it was worth it bc this fic is SOOOO good. It’s called Antidote one of the best fics I’ve read that I desperately needed to draw out one of my favorite scenes (ง ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)ง. The author is @salineshots GO AND READ ABOUT OUR RED AND BLUE BOYS

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