#ler lance

Keith x Lance

Lee: Their son and Keith

Ler: Keith and Lance

Summary: Keith’s and Lance’s 5 yr old son, Haven, ran into their room crying, saying he had a nightmare. Keith decided to cheer him up w/ a few tickles, teasing him abt how ticklish he is, but Lance decides to show his wonderful husband who holds world champion of ticklishness.

A/N: This is a ship fic, so if u don’t like it just scroll and don’t read. It’s totally platonic.

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“DAAAAD!!! DAAAAADY!!!” Haven came running into his dads’ room, crying with his blankie in one hand and his teddy bear cradled under his other arm.

“Awww, what’s the matter bub?” Lance softly asked as to not startle the already freaked out younger one.

“I… I-I had a nightmare…” He sniffled.

“U did? Well, come up here, and cuddle w/ us.” Keith pat the side between him and his much taller husband.

“*sniff* ok…” He climbed up the King size bed and layed down beside the two. Keith hugged him from the front, and Lance hugged him from the back. The black haired dad thought it was too quite, so he gently scratched up and down the kid’s back, getting his sides every now and then.

“Hehehehe,” Haven giggled out.

“Haven? Why are you giggling?” Lance looked down at him, realizing that his husband was tickling their son.

“Dahahhahahady’s tickling mehehehe.” He squirmed in place, but isn’t really trying to dislodge himself from the tickle trap.

“I’m sorry, Haven, but you’re really ticklish, so I can’t stop now.” The red paladin, well use to be red, started squeezing his sides now. Making sure to be delicate bc he is 5, his dad doesn’t want to hurt or kill him.

“Hahahhahaha!!! Daddy!” Haven started to squirm more now. Lance picked up on Haven’s squirming so he decided to put this into good use.

“You know Haven? Ur daddy, is extremely ticklish himself, probs even more ticklish than you.” Lance smirked at Keith, causing him to blush mildly.

Haven gasped, “WHAT?! Daddy’s ticklish?!”

“No daddy isn’t it.” Keith talked through his teeth, stopping his tickling, death staring at Lance who thought his redden face and this cute scene was funny.

“Oh yes he is. Look.” The now red paladin squeezed the latter’s side, causing him to jump on the side that was just attacked, holding it while he squealed.

“Hahahah, daddy squealed!”

“That’s not even the best part. If you wanna get him to laugh, u gotta pin him down and tickle him, or he would just run away, bc big old daddy is scwared to get tickled.~” Lance jumped over his son, and pinned his squirmy husband while he’s protesting.

“No, Lance! Don’t tickle mEHEHEHEHEH!! Lahahahahance!” Lance started squeezing the younger’s side.

“What? You don’t like me squeezing ur slender torso? You don’t like me dipping my finger in this sensitive hollow you just have randomly placed on your ticklish tummy?” The oldest one there squeezed his sides, swirled and scratched the inside of his navel while he traced the latter’s abs.

“LAHAHAHAHAHNCE!!! DOHOHON’T TEASE ME!! STAHAHAP!!” Keith started squirming wildly now. He hates being tickled because he’s just way too vulnerable, plus his evil husband keeps teasing him while doing it. And it pisses the latter off, but somehow deep in his husband’s smily face every time Lance tickled him, he just craved more. And he doesn’t know why, but he does know that he needs the tickling to stop.

“Awww, u wanna tickle daddy, Haven?”

“YES!!” The 5 ur old boy, followed his father’s footsteps and did the same thing that Lance did. Now Keith had to stop squriming violently to avoid hurting his precious son. Curse you Lance.

“No!! HAHAHHAAHVEN!!!! Please!!! DAHAHAHAMN YOUR SMALL AHAHAHND NIMBLE FINGERS!!”

“Gasp! Did you just swear at our son?! Well, it looks like it’s punishment time.” Lance wasn’t gonna tickle Keith’s worst spot bc it was nighttime and he didn’t wanna tire out his husband before they played a very special game. But worse comes to worse, and he had to teach him some manners. So Lance grabbed Keith’s arms and pinned them above his head. “Watch out Haven, things will get gruesome~.”

“No, PLEASE!! DON’T TICKLE ME!!! NOT THERE!! Babe, please! Please stohohohop. I can’t take it there!! I’m serious, please!!! I’ll do anything you ask, ANYTHING!!” The oldest one being stronger than his small husband, can’t really do much. So all Keith has to do is lay there and take it, but he’s still trying to get out of the much stronger one’s grasp.

A/N: I was literally just complaining about how there isn’t enough like other paladin tickling stories (besides Keith) but heres a story about an out of character Keith getting some gentle cheer up tickles from his new boyfriend. 

I need practice....  

“Come on Keith, it’s laaaatteeee,” Lance whined swinging his robed arms impatiently. Keith rolled his eyes, still brushing his wet mullet. “Well maybe if you hadn’t taken so long, not only in the shower, but putting on your face mask, I’d be done,” Lance pouted entering the bathroom. He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms. “Hey it takes time for me to look this good,” he snapped. Keith snorted and shook his head. “What was that,” Lance asked slightly offended. “Lance your such a dork,” Keith put down the brush before interlocking his pale fingers with warm, comforting, tan ones. “Besides,” he whispered softly into the younger’s ear. “You look good no matter what,” Lance’s face turned bright red not used to Keith’s compliments. They had only been dating about three months and he was still getting to know various sides of the former red paladin. 

Keith had walked over to Lance’s bed, moving himself against the wall before laying down. Lance followed him before sitting down and pulling down his sleeping mask, the lights turning off. After their first month of dating Lance had climbed into bed with Keith, finding out very quickly that Keith wasn’t very big on cuddles.... most times. However due to this and also his face mask he decided just laying on his back was bed, avoiding both a blade against his throat and getting green everywhere. Closing his eyes he was a little confused when he felt Keith’s head on his chest, his hands balled together pressed against his side, and his knees touching his lower thighs. Shiro had just left and Keith still wasn’t doing to well with it. When he wasn’t depressed he was raging, and when he wasn’t flipping out on someone (mainly Lance) he was snuggling into him asking for love. 

It didn’t help when Black had chosen him to be his pilot, in fact it made the poor boy more unstable as he really missed his brother. Lance, trying to be a good boyfriend, has kept his mouth relatively shut about Keith’s attitude. He didn’t want to upset Keith anymore then he was. However he was a bit glad about the attitude change as Keith had started opening up to him more about his feelings and his past. They still acted like they hated each other in front of the others, but when they were alone they were different people. No one knew they were dating, not even the mice, so it was a little odd to the rest of the crew to see Lance showing sympathy towards Keith and trying to comfort him. Whether they found out or not Lance didn’t care, he just wanted to help the poor boy. A giggle brought him back to reality, quirking a brow he used his free hand (the one that wasn’t pulling Keith closer) to remove his mask. Looking down he saw Keith’ head curl more towards his stomach as he moved closer. 

“Keith, buddy, you okay,” Lance asked starting to rub his side in comfort. Keith jumped before giggling and looking up into what he could see of Lance’s face. “Sthap it! Your tickling me,” he squealed. Lance froze, allowing Keith to catch his breath. However Keith became concerned when his head hit the mattress, as Lance left the bed. Before he could question his new boyfriend the light suddenly blinded him. As he went to rub his eyes back to normal his wrists were moved up above his head. “L-Lance,” Keith asked squirming slightly under the Cuban boy’s weight. Lance was straddling his hips now, now only wearing one of Keith’s shirts and a pair of briefs. “What are you doing, dude let me go,” he pulled on his arms a bit. “Keith,” Lance’s voice was more playful than normal. “I think I found out how to make you feel better,” Keith quirked a brow. “I feel fine, what are you talking about? Lemme go,” he whined. 

Lance leaned down a bit, his face turning serious. “Look baby, we’ve had many talks about this. Don’t play dumb, okay?  I’m your boyfriend, your supposed to trust me with stuff, and I’m honored you’ve been. I know I’m not Shiro, and I know that’s whats bothering you. He’s gone, for now, but we have to move on. You’ve been getting tempered a lot more than not, flipping out not just on me more but Allura, Pidge, Coran and Hunk. Your the leader now, you have to be one,” Keith looked down, his eyes watering slightly. “I’m not the leader, Shi--” Lance cut him off. “I know, Shiro is. But Shiro’s not here and we need a leader honey, your the leader now,” Lance had released Keith’s wrists as he started stroking the older’s cheek gently. Purple eyes meet blue, tears still forming in his eyes. Lance brought his head down and took the upset male into a deep kiss. 

Keith’s eyes widened out of shock before he moved his head away. Lance pulled back a bit embarrassed, “Sorry, to soon,” Keith kinda shook his head. “No I just, I’m new to this. Not just the kissing, and cuddling, and affection. The leader thing too, being with out Shiro...again,” Lance frowned. He pulled Keith into a hug, with out saying anything, letting him calm down. After a while they laid back down, cuddling. “So what were you going to do to cheer me up,” Keith asked looking up from Lance’s chest. Lance processed the question trying to remember what he was talking about before it hit him. A Grinch like grin spread across his face. “Oh nothing to worry about,” he said gently tapping his finger’s against Keith’s side. Keith gasped slightly before pressing his face into Lance’s chest to hide it. 

“N-No,” he whimpered. Lance stopped before moving him self out from Keith’s hold. Straddling his waist, Lance brought his finger’s down onto Keith’s slightly exposed tummy. “Eep! Nohohoh Lanahace,” he giggled grabbing onto Lance’s wrists.”Yes Lance! Help your boyfriend feel better,” Lance teased making sure that he was only lightly touching the skin. He didn’t want to full on tickle Keith as apparently the only other person who had ever tickled him was Shiro. Which was a while ago. He wasn’t really used to touching in general anyway and Lance didn’t want to freak him out. “Ehehe! Quhit it,” Keith’s giggles were adorable. Lance decided to move towards his hips, making the smaller male buck gently. Keith was not trying to hold in his giggles while feeling behind him for a pillow. 

Noticing the opening Lance chuckled before brushing his finger’s gently against the now exposed underarms. Keith barked out a laugh before arching his back. “Nhohot thehehere! Plehehase,” Keith’s arms trapped his hands. Lance stopped allowing the boy to catch his breath. He was more winded then well....any of them after training. As someone who grew up with siblings Lance could endure about thirty minutes of normal tickling, however Keith couldn’t even handle about five minutes of light tickles. “I need my hands darling,” Lance teased. He didn’t want to go too far as repeatedly stated. Keith was sensitive, and new to all of this.