#lankade

Kinkade wants to revive his passion for filming

But he also wants to impress his crush, Lance because who doesn’t love our precious lover boy?

One day, he notices Lance talking to his younger siblings in Spanish and holy shit how does he make that language sound so pretty???

He is then floored by his epitome that, of course! He needs to learn Spanish!

And who better to teach him than Lance, am I right?

Lance is ecstatic that someone, especially stoic and fellow sharpshooter Kinkade, is interested in learning Spanish

Kinkade sets up his camera to record Lance during their lessons

“Why do you need your camera?”

Cue gay panic “Uh...well, I really like to film, so I thought if I recorded you speaking for reference, it would help me practice better...”

“Oh, I didn’t even think of that! Here, let me move it so you can get my best angle.” *wink*

Kinkade is internally screaming that every angle is his best angle

But don’t think Kinkade isn’t tackling learning Spanish as hard and determined as he would any mission

And it’s totally not because he blushes slightly every time Lance beams whenever Kinkade remembers a new vocab term or pronounces a sentence correctly. It’s not his fault that Lance is this beautiful

Lance starts speaking Spanish more and more during casual conversations with Kinkade, so of course Kinkade has to keep his camera with him at all times to record these moments too because...you know....for reference

Kinkade’s team is happy because it’s been so long since he has had his camera out, but they wish they knew what the videos were that was making Kinkade smile so fondly whenever he reviews them

And Lance becomes just more happy overall since, honestly, he loves Spanish and likes venting his insecurities and other sensitive topics to Kinkade in Spanish since, for some reason, he is super easy to talk to (it also helps that he thinks Kinkade doesn’t know what he is saying most of the time)

Don’t underestimate this pining boy, Lance. He’s a quick learner

As their connection deepens, Lance slowly starts growing feelings and you know what? Screw it. And he starts dropping flirty quips and one-liners in Spanish during their lessons.

Kinkade thinks, to hell with it, and slowly starts sending amazing one-liners back that just make Lance blush head-to-toe because ok, wow, no one should be this hot suave

Meanwhile, Keith and Pidge have a bet on who will finally confess first

Keith says Lance, obviously, but Pidge is rooting for Kinkade because, perceptive as always, she noticed his crush ages ago

Overall, though, they are just tired of the constant flirting and secret glances when they think the other isn’t looking

Kinkade not looking up from where he’s cleaning his rifle: I don’t know, how are you, sharpshooter?

lance/kinkade / mutual pining / rivals to lovers / 1264 words / 2 part ongoing

“Twenty-six” is not a greeting by any standards, but it’s the first thing out of McClain’s mouth upon seeing him at the rendezvous point. Ryan watches his rifle dematerialize in his hands until it becomes a short, U-shaped handle. A ‘bayard’, he’d called it several weeks ago at the shooting range. It’s about as cool an alien weapon as you can get, it seems, materializing from nothing into a gun or sniper rifle at McClain’s beck and call.

He shouldn’t have started counting the shots. That’s what spoke this rivalry into existence.

(Or; what begins as a kind of competition between Lance and Kinkade develops into a sort of friendship. For now, at least.)

hi again!! and omg thats so good, like, damn, he was already interested in how the thing worked, but that bayard is a swiss army knife of weaponry in lances skilled hands and boy does he know how to use it!

pls give me that content of kinkade asking lance to show him some tricks w the closer range rifle, and lance curving in close behind him to make adjustments to his stance while he chatters happily over his shoulder, never thinking twice about being so close to others. but for kinkade, most ppl dont get this close, and more specifically he doesnt LET them get this close, but this.... 

this is ok

Lance and Ryan take a moment together, as the Earth rebuilds itself, and life continues on.

ao3

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It had taken the better part of the day, but Lance had finally finished cleaning the majority of the room he’d been assigned to.

The floor was clean, now, chairs neatly packed and stacked to the sides. The countertops, what remained, wiped down and in need of a little rebuilding. At the center, Lance leaned his palms, one over the other, and cushioned his chin on top of his broom handle and smiled a little wistfully. He knew this place. He’d come here with Marco, Luis, and Veronica as kids.

His grandparents had come here a lot when they’d packed their family up and moved. They’d come here, swaying to music on the dance floor Lance was roving his eyes over, picturing the way his grandparents must have twirled each other. He could remember joining hands with his siblings, forming a circle, and pulling at each other until they got dizzy and fell, laughing and laughing.

It seemed as good as any place to help with rebuilding, big and quiet, and close to his heart. The destruction he’d walked into had pulled something nasty in Lance’s gut. It had taken a little searching, but Lance had found the old place again, under the mess, and had lovingly raised it with his hands. Ironic considering the way he’d gripped at Red’s control, his bayard not that long ago.

It would have probably gone faster with more hands, but Lance had wanted to be alone. Ever since he’d come back, it’d been hard to find a moment to breathe. He had missed his family like crazy, but there were times, after being surrounded by his comrades for as long as he had, he had gotten used to enjoying quiet moments alone.