And I came back joining the Klancemasweek with - two doodle. Sigh. But midnight is passed so whatever, tomorrow I’m going to do something better. Or at least I’m going to try!
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I’ll admit, I kind of wanted an excuse to write some Klance Christmas fluff, as well as an excuse to write a continuation in the ‘Break My Fall’ au, so when I saw the Klancemas Week prompts, it seemed like a fun way to do both (we’ll see how many prompts I can accomplish).
Reading ‘Break My Fall’ is probably not required (background for the prompts: its established relationship Klance in a modern setting at this point in the timeline) but here’s the link if you’d like to read that first.
“This one?”
“Nope.”
“Over here?”
“Too tall. You wouldn’t be able to help me decorate the top branches.”
Keith rolled his eyes, but couldn’t keep up a glare when one of Lance’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him in close.
They’d almost made it to the cabin when Lance had spotted the tree lot and begged Keith to pull the car over. Keith didn’t really think they needed a live tree, especially since they’d only be staying at the cabin for a few days. But then Lance had called him a heathen and he’d laughed but parked the car.
Now he watched as Lance surveyed each tree, particularly fascinated with Lance’s process. Keith and Shiro had grown up with a fake tree every year, so he had no experience in choosing a real tree, and he had no idea what specific qualities his boyfriend was looking for. Each tree they passed looked…the same to Keith?
When Lance stopped to examine yet another tree option, Keith reached over and tightened Lance’s scarf for him. It was definitely colder up in the mountains than it had been back on their campus, and while Lance was pretty cute with rosy cheeks and a red nose, he didn’t want Lance to freeze. Plus, his boyfriend had a tendency to sneak ice cold fingers up Keith’s shirt to help warm himself up…
“Keith! This one!” Lance finally declared and Keith tilted his head in confusion as he eyed Lance’s choice. It was a pretty green and from what Keith could see, had full branches. But it also barely came up to Keith’s waist.
“Is this like a Charlie Brown tree thing?” Keith asked. “Picking out the tree no one else is going to choose?”
“Shhh! The tree will hear you!”
Lance lifted the tree by its small stand and carried it off towards the register, all while speaking sweetly to it, to make up for Keith’s transgression. And Keith could only smile at the sight, because for the next few days at least, that boy was all his.
When they reached the cabin, Keith pulled the tree from the backseat of his jeep, while admitting only to himself that the small size certainly made it easy to transport. He followed Lance into the cabin, and then went directly to the back room, where he deposited the tree before pausing to look out the windows. Even with all of the colorful fall leaves missing from the trees, he couldn’t get over the sight of the picturesque mountains.
“It’s your second favorite view, huh, babe?”
Lance’s arms wrapped tight around his middle from behind before his chin tucked into Keith’s neck. In return, Keith’s hands landed on Lance’s arms and he leaned his weight back into Lance’s chest before deciding to humor Lance.
“So you think you know what my favorite view is, huh?” he teased.
Lance chuckled into Keith’s neck. “Maybe that overpass downtown with the phrase, ‘Give me back my stapler’ spray painted in red?”
“No.”
“That speedo guy who gave us a show when he wiped out on his surfboard at the beach last summer?”
“No, oh my god!” Keith twisted in Lance’s hold and went for his lips, kissing him hard despite Lance’s continued laughter making the whole thing messy and uncoordinated. He gave up and dropped his head to Lance’s shoulder when he felt his own laughter bubble up.
Lance rested his head on top of Keith’s hair and rocked them back and forth for a moment, a smile still plastered on his face because he was one of the few (outside of the kids they volunteered with) who could make Keith soft and smiley. Then he remembered what he’d brought for Keith and quickly let go him so he could dig through his bag.
“Here!” Lance pulled out a wrapped present, which he tossed to Keith. “Open that while I grab the Christmas ornaments from the attic.”
“You want me to open this now?” Keith called after him, but Lance only sent him a quick grin before he disappeared up the stairs.
Keith tore open the wrapping paper and carefully pulled free a likely handmade red knit sweater. And when Keith held it up so he could clearly see the Christmas tree stitched on the front, his eyes jumped from ornament to ornament, doing his best to take in every little detail that Lance had added to the tree. It was wonderful and soft and looked like it would fit him perfectly. And he was caught smiling stupidly at it when Lance bounded back down the stairs with his arms full of boxes.
“We can’t decorate the tree without our tree trimming sweaters on,” Lance stated with a small grin as he placed the ornament boxes near their small tree.
“Our?” Keith asked. But he didn’t have to wait long for an explanation, because Lance immediately dug a second sweater (this one was a blue that matched Lance’s eyes, and was covered in small green Christmas trees) out of his bag.
“My mamá made this for me years ago — she made them for each of us, actually — and always makes us wear them when we decorate the tree.”
“And you made one for me,” Keith uttered softly as he looked back at his new sweater with a sweet reverence.
“Its McClain family tradition,” Lance replied, his own face filled with adoration as he watched Keith pull off his hoodie and replace it with the red sweater. The sleeves were a little long on him, and Keith’s hair floofed out adorably when his head popped through the top.
Keith had long ago become Lance’s favorite view, but this boy kept upping the ante.
He quickly followed and pulled on his own tree sweater. And when his own head was free, he found Keith directly in front of him, waiting for his face to reappear so he could kiss him in thanks.
“It looks really nice,” Lance murmured between kisses.
“Thank you, Lance.”
Lance smiled in return (he was always smiling around Keith), and then pulled him over to the boxes. They pulled out red ribbon that was long enough to be wrapped around their small tree several times, and Keith was working on that while Lance untangled a string of lights.
“Hey, Keith, do you know what would make your sweater look even better?”
Keith was kneeling in front of their tree, doing his best to get the ribbon wrapped evenly through the branches. He glanced down at his sweater in confusion, quite sure that nothing could improve it.
Keith had his back to him, and when Lance saw Keith’s head bow to look at his sweater, he took advantage of the distraction, and dropped one end of the Christmas lights on Keith’s shoulder before he quickly began to loop the string of lights around his boyfriend’s shoulders.
“Lance!” Keith said with a laugh as he fell back to sit with his feet tucked under him.
“Arms up,” Lance instructed, and then continued his work until Keith’s torso (with his arms free — Lance wasn’t decorating the rest of the tree by himself) was completely wrapped up in lights. He couldn’t help his own beaming smile as he plugged the lights in and was met with the sight of a slightly blushy Keith adorned in beautiful white twinkle lights.
“You’re ridiculous,” Keith said, although his soft tone made it clear to Lance that he really didn’t mind.
“No,” Lance said, with a small shake of his head as his eyes continued to roam over Keith. “What I am is a very lucky man.”
“Lance —”
“Bip, bip, bip!” Lance threw a hand up when he saw Keith begin to rise from his seated position. “Listen, babe, I’m gonna need you to spend the rest of our time up here within two feet of that electrical outlet so the lights will stayed turned on.”
“Lance,” Keith repeated, eyes already darkening as he scooted closer to where Lance sat beside him. “We don’t need an electrical outlet for you to turn me on, babe.”
Keith’s play on his own words made his breath stutter for a second, but it was the only moment of hesitation Lance had before he dove forward and kissed Keith again.
Later, when Keith and Shiro were at their dad’s house to celebrate Christmas, Keith may have scoffed when his dad tried to pull down their fake tree from the attic. And instead, he proudly set up his and Lance’s small tree in the living room, especially after Lance had admitted he’d chosen a small one because he wanted Keith to take it home with him.
He watered it daily. And maybe spoke to it a few times, but he also ended up bribing Shiro to never mention that little fact to anyone. Ever.
Plus, it was always purposefully sitting in the background whenever he and Lance Skyped.
And if he was never going to be able to look at Christmas tree lights again without thinking about Lance, he was okay with that.
Ao3 Link // I loved @salamandraimoral‘s comic and wanted to do a little something for Klancemas, so here it is! I hope you enjoy it.
Everyone else had forgotten, and that’s okay. Aliens and space and war - it does that to people. Allura and Coran, of course, were confused but more than excited when Lance had explained. The rest of them, though, are in for months of teasing. Lance smiles as he moves through the stillness of the castle, one final gift in hand.
Something uncomfortable flutters in his stomach as his gaze lands on Keith’s door, but he marches through it. He makes it to the door, and hesitates. His feet shift as his gaze flits between the bundle in his hands and the door. He looks it over, makes sure it’s folded to perfection. He’d already done so ten, twenty times in his own room. There’s a pull in his legs, tempting to just forget it and go back to room. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and knocks.
“Lance?” He says, pulling damp hair back into a loose ponytail.
“Hey Keith!” He says, letting himself in. Keith stands aside easily, following as the door closes behind him. “I’m gonna go ahead and take a wild guess here, you forgot what today is?”
Keith looks at him, brows furrowed as he slowly crosses his arms over his chest. Lance sits himself down on Keith’s bed cross-legged, smirking.
“Of course you did! Good thing you have me here to remind you,” he says, motioning for Keith to come over. He does, eyeing Lance as he sits down in front of him. The fluttering has returned, and it’s started to creep up Lance’s throat. He keeps his smile, though, as he pushes the red mass in front of him and into Keith’s hands. Keith blinks at it, then Lance.
“What is this?” He says. Lance laughs.
“It’s a gift, genius. It’s Christmas!” He says, and Keith’s eyes widen.
“Where did you get this?”
“I, uh - I made it.”
“You… made me a sweater?” Keith says, and there it is. Lance pulls at the strings of his hoodie, glances away. The fluttering threatens to choke Lance as he eyes a spot on Keith’s floor.
“Well, yeah. That dumb jacket of yours is useless in the cold, and, well. Ah. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t -,” he says, but Keith is already tugging the sweater on over his head, “want… to.”
His head pops up over the red neckline, and it’s a perfect fit. Lance wasn’t sure how Keith was going to respond, but in none of his wondering had he ever expected this. Keith was beaming, eyes bright in the dim lighting of his room. He’d only seen this look a handful of times in their months together, and Lance suddenly feels like he’s falling.
“Thanks Lance! I love it!”
“Oh, um, you’re welcome,” he says, warm all over. He coughs, finally returns Keith’s smile as he gets up and off the bed. He rushes to the door.
“Merry Christmas, Mullet!” He says, and Keith is still smiling at him.
“Merry Christmas, Lance,” he says. His voice is soft, so much so that Lance nearly misses it as he ducks out into the hall. He beelines towards his own room, heart pounding. Quiznak.
