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Keith's brain: *mega thrusters on*

Hi! I wrote another chapter of my Stay For A While fic. I know it has kinda been a while again but that is how I roll. Also I got an AO3 account! All of my fics are on there including this one so it will be easier to read (cause I don’t know how to link things.) so go check it out! Thank you for reading and enjoy!

After practice Keith waits for Shiro outside of the locker room. He has his headphones on and is hunched over his sketchbook, He does not notice the door open to the locker room until someone is standing in front of him. Keith looks up to see Lotor glaring down at him. Keith rolls his eyes and removes one of his earbuds, “What?” he asks annoyed.

“I saw you at practice.” Lotor says threatenly.

OHHHHH THIS IS A GOOD PROMPT. LET’S SEE WHAT I CAN WHIP UP. @winter-and-little-brunettes

Keith watched the drooping cake that he asked Hunk to bake while he rested his chin on his palm. He glared at the melting icing and the running gooey letter that spelled out ‘Happy valentines, Lance!’. There were two plates of Hunk’s famous Frowloin steak with a side of mashed Balemran potatoes and drizzled with Hifreinlin sauce, that had already turned cold. 

The strings of firefly lights that Coran and Shiro hung on the walls framed the beautiful poster that Allura helped him make. Keith’s penmanship was next to shit so he was grateful that Allura lent her to scrawl ‘I love you’ on the banner with her swirling handwriting. The songs on the strategically hidden speakers were romantic songs from earth that Pidge managed to download despite being light years away from their home planet. 

All of this was for Lance. 

This was Keith and Lance first valentines day together as a couple (or as they guessed since Pidge’s earth calendar said that it was the 14th of February back on earth right now). The two of the had agreed to make it a competition to try and outshine each other but Keith, being deliberately shit at being romantic, cheated by asking help from the rest of the team. They all helped make this fancy dinner happen and Keith was grateful but there was only one problem;

Lance was late and this evening was probably going to end up in either a fight or a cold shoulder. 

Keith sighed impatiently after another varga fully passed; this was going no where. Is it even possible for Lance to ditch him on their first valentines date when they lived in the same castle ship? 

“Goddammit.” Keith muttered. Anger bubbled inside Keith as he stood up and grabbed the slim remote to pause the song that was playing. He dragged himself to the light switch before he swiped his finger against the pad to turn on the lights. “Fuck you, Lance.” 

He stared at the dinner set up in the room and he couldn’t help but think that it’s all pathetic now. Maybe Lance isn’t serious about him? Maybe he thought this stupid as well? Whatever Lance’s reason may be, Keith was seriously hurt and heartbroken. 

This was his first valentines being with someone and it all fell into a sad shit hole. 

“Keith?” The door slid open and Shiro’s head popped in from the other side. “Is everything okay?”

“We heard the music stop.” Pidge’s tuft of brown hair popped in. The rest of the team followed until the doorway was too crowded that they just decided to walk in.

“What do you think?” Keith muttered, refusing to make eye contact so that they wouldn’t notice the angry tears that filmed his eyes. He turned his back on them and started putting away the untouched plates of food.

“Hey, that’s a waste.” Hunk frowned sadly. “It was hard to get the steak right.”

“Well, who should you blame that on?!” Keith suddenly snapped when he whirled around to face his group. When he realized what he did, he muttered a quiet apology and continued putting away the table. His mind was buzzing with so many assumptions but they all led to the conclusion that Lance might not like him as much as he thought the other did or that Lance was actually a shitty boyfriend.

Maybe it was best if they just didn’t continue their relationship. 

“Keith,” Shiro began but Keith cut him off immediately in a calm voice that shook on the edges. 

“Just leave me alone. I got this.” 

Keith didn’t even turn around to watch his teammates go but then they all heard hurried footsteps that rang from the corridor outside.

“Excuse me! Coming through! Outta my way, I’m late–!”

Lance burst in from behind the team. His hair was disheveled and he was breathless and sweaty but there was a thin cut on his cheek that looked fresh but was sloppily dabbed with anticeptic and patched up with a thin gauze band aid. 

Keith narrowed his eyes at Lance; was this guy training so hard that he forgot? “Look who decided to show up?” His voice dripped with dry sarcasm.

Lance’s eyes fell sadly with guilt. “Keith, I’m sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Keith turned his back again while he started to gather the cutlery made from Altean silver. “I’m used to being ditched.”

“Keith–”

“Shut up, Lance, I’m tired!” Keith yelled. The whole room grew heavy and there was a thick silence that fell on everyone. It was a good thing that Coran knew that they should give them some privacy to sort this out. 

“Everyone, why don’t we… er…” His mustache frizzed at the stress of the situation. “…watch a documentary of how frowloin cattle are raised and farmed? I have a tape that I made myself!” 

Wherein Hunk would usually groan in protest, this time, he agreed; “Sounds great!” 

There were collection nods of agreements and the team quickly walked out and the door slid close. 

Keith could feel Lance’s eyes on his back but he still ignored and focused on his task. Maybe if he pretended that Lance didn’t exist, the other would feel awkward and leave but the opposite happened. 

“Plaxum owed me a favor from last time and I ordered a custom order Spectrus conch knife last week from her.” Lance suddenly said and Keith’s shaky hands paused from what they were doing. Lance continued; “She contacted me this morning to tell me that the blade was ready just in time but the mermaids don’t have the technology to ship it where we are so I had to fly to their planet with Blue to pick it up but another monster landed in there and we had to fight it back. We managed to kill it but I got caught in the booby trap explosion and hit a wall.” he sighed. “Wasted three vargas passed out.”

Keith quickly whirled around with eyes wide with shock. “You what?”

“It was a good thing that there weren’t any Galra battleships patrolling the quadrant I passed through or I won’t get back til tomorr—” air rushed out from Lance when Keith suddenly dashed forward and threw his arms around him in a tight embrace.

“I’m sorry.” Came Keith’s trembling whisper. “I’m sorry I assumed too quickly; I didn’t even consider to think that something happened to you.” 

“I should be the one apologizing.” Lance sighed but returned the embrace tenderly. He buries his nose on top of Keith’s head and nuzzled the soft cap of his mullet. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no! I should be the one sorry!” Keith stubbornly shook his head after he pulled back. “You should have been more careful!”

“Heh, look who’s talking.” 

“Lance…” 

“I know, I know…” Lance sighed. “But as a paladin, I have a duty to put others first before myself.” Lance took out a sheathed blade that was tucked behind the waistband of his jeans. The scabbard was beautifully crafted and studded with polished black pears and gradient scales. The handle of the knife was curved to mimic the shape of a seahorse. 

“And as your boyfriend, I have a duty to put your happiness before mine.” Lance carefully placed the blade in Keith’s hand and slowly closed his fingers over it. “Happy valentines day, baby.” 

“You…idiot.” Tears filled Keith’s eyes but he was to stubborn to let them fall. He pulled out the weapon halfway and his heart melted when he glimpsed the rainbow blade and the way it shimmered under the light of the room. 

“You wouldn’t shut up about rainbow blades so I got you one.” Lance shrugged with a bashful smile. 

Keith pushed the blade back in and threw his arms around Lance once again. He pulled the other close and leaned in, their breaths mingling between them. “Your safety is more important than dinner and a blade.” he leaned in and press a soft kiss on Lance’s face wound. 

“Aw, babe~” Lance giggled but his eyes shone from within. “But you love it, right?”

“I do but I love you more.” Keith smiled it Lance looked utterly lost and love struck by it. Lance closed his eyes when Keith swooped in again and fully claimed Lance’s lips with his. Their kiss was filled with love but most of all, relief, that Lance was alright; that they were alright. 

“I love you too.” Lance breathed through the kiss.