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Klancemas ‘21 day 31 

Snow falls in a light flurry outside of the window. Inside, the New Year’s Eve party has mostly simmered down from the roar it was earlier. Shiro and Adam snuggle on the loveseat watching the TV; Allura and Romelle are in the kitchen fixing up some drinks but are more likely stealing the privacy to makeout. Everyone else has claimed their own corner of the living room, chatting and waiting for the countdown.

Lance sits on the couch, arm resting on the back, as he glares at Keith next to him. Well, maybe not so much glaring but definitely heavily stares him down. His god awful mullet was thrown into a messy bun at some point during the evening; his dark long sleeved shirt has been rolled up to his elbows, and his lips are colored red, having gnawed on them all night, partly out of boredom and partly as a normal habit. Sensing Lance’s gaze, Keith turns his head, cocking an eyebrow. 

“What’s with that face?”

Finally, Lance’s eyes drop, finding the pre-New Year’s celebration on the TV more interesting–even if it is just a performer he doesn’t care about. “Nothing,” he mumbles.

“You look constipated.”

Lance whips his head back. “It’s my thinking face!”

Keith’s lips twitch, and he leans forward, hand pressing into the couch cushion to make an indent. “Your brain must be working more than normal. Make sure you don’t overheat.”

“Make sure you don’t overheat,” Lance mocks, sticking out his tongue. “Your New Year’s resolution should be to be less of an asshole.”

“Now you’re just asking for the impossible,” Keith says. In the past few seconds, Keith has slid close enough to Lance that their knees touch. He mirrors Lance’s position, throwing his arm across the back of the couch as well. Their fingers weave together. “What’re you thinking about?”

“I was thinking about how I would kiss you at midnight but now I’m thinking about what cute dog outfit I can put Kosmo in that’ll annoy you the most.”

Said dog lifts his head from where he rests it on his dog bed but does little else upon hearing his name. Kosmo’s tail wags a little which Lance takes as a positive sign that he would be down for dress-up.

“Joke’s on you,” Keith says, not as perturbed as Lance was hoping for. “Anything you got Kosmo to wear couldn’t annoy me.” He manages to lean in even closer. “Why don’t you go back to thinking about how to kiss me; that’s much more productive.”

Lance grins. He reaches up to tuck a lock of hair behind Keith’s ear. “I think I already figured it out.”

Klancemas ‘21 day 14

“You’re dead, McClain,” Keith seethes, brushing clumps of snow out of his hair and off the front of his coat.

“Gotta catch me first.” Lance blows a raspberry at Keith, darting to the side just as a snowball whirls by his cheek. “Nice try.”

So he may have surprised Keith with a few snowballs and now Keith may want revenge. 

The next snowball splatters against the tree that Lance jumps behind. Keith is still too slow. It’s not Lance’s fault that he’s a great marksman and Keith sucks ass.

Peeking out from behind the tree trunk, Lance surveys the clearing only to find it suspiciously empty. “You know,” he begins cautiously into the vacant space, a snowball clutched in his palm, “if you need lessons, I’d be happy to teach y–”

A snowball smacks into his face. Growling, Lance wipes the melting snow on his sleeve. “Heh, like that?” he hears Keith say as his vision clears. The first thing he sees is that stupid, infuriating smirk a few feet before him. Keith appeared out of thin air just like magic.

“Come closer, I just want to talk,” Lance says even though he visibly makes another snowball in front of Keith.

Crossing his arms, Keith rolls his eyes. “I’m not that stupid.”

“Fine, guess we’ll do this the hard way.” Lance races towards Keith only to trip over Keith’s extended leg. He falls face first into the snow with a yelp. Keith stands beside him laughing, grin splitting his face.

Snow still clings to Keith’s dark hair. It makes him sparkle. “Looks like I won.”

Lance turns his head, glaring. The freezing snow pinches his cheek. “It’s nice and cozy down here. Why don’t you join me?” And before Keith’s eyes can widen in understanding, Lance roughly grabs onto Keith’s coat and drags him down.

Keith lands on top of him with a thump. Groaning, he places his hands in the snow on either side of Lance’s head to support himself. Hot breath hits Lance’s face as Keith regains control over his breathing. His long, damp hair tickles the tip of Lance’s nose. A moment of stunned silence passes, with Lance staring at Keith in unblinking rapture, before Keith asks, “Was that really worth it?” He cocks his head, one eyebrow raised that disappears under his bangs.

Klancemas ‘21 day 17

It’s fucking cold. Like really fucking cold. Like if the team doesn’t arrive within the next ten minutes Lance may end up losing a few toes and some fingers. It’s really fucking cold. 

Keith glares at him, even though it’s his own fault they’re in this situation in the first place. Running straight out into an open plain of ice was not the brightest decision his teammate has ever had. And then there was Lance tackling Keith before his head could get shot off, and the force of the tackle caused the ice to shatter under them and now they’re trapped in an underground cave-hole-thing that the ice had concealed. Keith sprained or broke his leg upon impact. Lance did his best to brace it, using his and Keith’s bayard transformed into their respective weapons and ripping off some material from his bodysuit.

Lance’s teeth chatter; he rubs his hands up and down his arms like he’s trying to start a fire. He wishes he could start a fire. But ice and dirt and rocks aren’t a great fuel source unfortunately. “Maybe we should take off our clothes. You know, survival 101.”

“Did you just mis-quote Twilight at me?” Keith asks, eyes narrowed. 

Lance bites back a shiver, smirking. “The fact that you know that’s from Twilight reveals a lot more than you want, buddy.”

Rolling his eyes, Keith never actually denies it but instead slightly changes the topic to throw it back on Lance. “If you wanted to cuddle, you could’ve just said so. And not make it weird.”

Shrugging, Lance says, “I didn’t want to accidentally hurt your leg.”

“Come over here, dumbass.”

Lance scowls at him but complies. He really doesn’t want to freeze to death so he has no other choice. He situates himself on the opposite side of Keith from his broken/sprained leg. Crossing his arms, he accidentally brushes against Keith in the process, almost jumping back. Lance tries to play it off as a shiver.

“Why are you getting so weird about this? Get closer.” Keith practically manhandles Lance and Lance yelps at the sudden tug. He almost lands face first into Keith’s lap, which is not something he ever wants happening without asking Keith out on a date first. He is a gentleman after all. 

Warmth spreads across his face, and while he is truly embarrassed now snuggled into Keith’s side, his arm over Lance’s waist, hand flat on his hip, he welcomes the new heat source Keith’s body provides. But his own body betrays him when he finds himself laying his head on Keith’s shoulder, lips inches away from his jaw. His long hair is cold and stiff.

“Better?” Keith asks after a moment.

“Yeah,” Lance begrudgingly mutters. “I didn’t know you were a furnace.”

“Galra genes.”

“Lucky duck.”

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” Keith suddenly says, laying a warm hand on Lance’s face, thumb resting just below his eye. Lance opens his eyes, not realizing he closed them.

“I won’t,” Lance promises. Which is the absolute truth. Everywhere Keith touches him, Lance’s body erupts in fire. He may never be able to sleep again. He’s not sure how he’ll survive this.

The cold and frostbite he will survive, for sure; the team can’t be far behind by now. 

Klancemas ‘21 day 5

“Ten bucks says this is poisonous and we’ll all be dead by tomorrow.” Despite his own statement, Lance still sticks out his tongue to catch a few of the large flakes falling from the sky. 

Needing to stretch their legs after being cooped up on the Castle-Ship for so long, Coran decided to set them down on a nearby, habitable planet, close to the polar caps where it just happened to be snowing. Of course, they were all wary at first. There have been many planets where what looked like your average Earthen water or other safe liquids were in fact toxic or could mess with their systems. This time Lance was just happy to see something so normal–even though he himself never grew up in a place suited for snow.

Nevertheless, seeing the snowfall reminded him of Earth, and instead of wallowing in homesickness, he decided to make the most of it.

The others shared his excitement in varying degrees, but one by one they all made their way out of the ship to explore.

For some reason, Lance decided to stick close to Keith–or maybe it’s more the other way around.

“I don’t think that’s a bet you want to make,” Keith says, hands in his pockets, completely uninterested in the scene before them. “And Coran said it was fine, so you’d lose anyways.” Unamused, his gaze swivels to Lance. “Why are we out here again?”

“Because it’s snow? Haven’t you ever wanted to see snow, desert boy?”

Keith scowls. He holds out his hand, allowing a few snowflakes to rest in his palm before melting onto his fingerless gloves. Raising an eyebrow at Lance, he says, “I’ve seen it. Is that it?”

“Oh my god.” Lance breathes in deep, placing his hands near his mouth. “Come here. I’ll teach you how to properly enjoy it.”

“Aren’t you from Cuba? I don’t think you’re an expert in this either. If anything, we should ask Pidge.”

Lance sputters and points a finger at Keith. “Hey, me and my family went to New York during the winter months once. I have more experience than you.”

Shaking his head, Keith finally gives in, throwing up his hands in one big exasperated gesture. And he calls Lance a drama queen. “Fine, teach me everything you know, oh great and knowledgeable teacher.”

“Ha, you called me ‘great.’ No take backs,” Lance quickly says, grinning. 

Rolling his eyes, Keith eventually makes his way to Lance’s side. Their shoulders brush together and Lance jolts at the unexpected contact but soon settles against him. The extra body heat is welcome. He never realized Keith was so warm.

Slowly, Lance tilts his head up. He gazes into the endless dark sky above them, snow gently landing on his face. It tickles when the large flakes kiss his lips. “Just hold your head up to the sky and let the snow fall on you.”

“That’s stupid,” Keith mutters but Lance can feel him watching with rapt attention. 

“Just do it.”

Reluctantly, Keith arches back his head, matching Lance’s movements. They stand like that for a few minutes. Snow collects on their faces. It’s cold, but enjoying the soft touch of the flakes, Lance barely notices it. Out of curiosity, Lance turns his head, peeking at Keith’s reaction. 

Mouth parted, snowflakes catch onto Keith’s long lashes and melt on his cheeks. His hair becomes dusted in white dots, enough that it looks like a crown. “This, this is actually kind of nice,” Keith says but makes no indication that he realizes Lance is staring. His eyes remain closed. 

Klancemas ‘21 day 4

For almost the past month, both Lance and Keith have been watching Nadia and Sylvio while their parents had unexpected work trips at the same time that they couldn't get around. It was either dump their kids on a family member for a couple weeks or hire a full time nanny for a ridiculous amount of money. So of course Lance decided to step in.

While Lance knows he wants a big family one day, if these past few weeks taught him anything, it is that he definitely doesn't want kids anytime soon. Call him selfish, but Lance wants Keith all to himself for a little longer. Married life is great with just the two of them for now.

Maybe this date, the first one in weeks and one that marks the freedom from rambunctious kids, should have been special, but tired from watching two kids, they settled on a fast food joint. They sit in the same booth together, sharing a basket of fries. Lance bumps his knee into Keith.

“You've got something in your hair," he says, poking at a sparkly pink barrette that pulls back half of Keith’s bangs from his face. Against his black hair it stands out like a beacon. A very sparkly beacon.

Keith slowly stops eating. After lightly touching the barrette as if he forgot it was there, a bit of glitter comes away on his fingers that he wipes on his pants. "Nadia gave it to me."

"I’d thought you'd be more of a bobby pin guy." Lance waves a hand at him that’s supposed to encompass the entirety of Keith. "This doesn't really go with your scowly image."

Finally, Keith turns to him, regarding him with a flat expression. “Well if someone didn't break all the bobby pins trying to show his niblings how to pick all the locks in our house, maybe I would be.”

A grin ticks Lance’s lips upwards. “Maybe that was my plan all along to get you to wear something sparkly.” He looks at Keith again, watching how the bad lighting of the fast food place glints off the glitter and how the barrette actually doesn’t do a good job of holding back Keith’s bangs as a few strands already fall back into his eyes. Which Lance itches to tuck behind his ear. Instead, he holds a hand to his mouth, covering his giddy smile. “It suits you.”

“You can’t even keep a straight face.”

“I mean, there’s other reasons for that.”

Keith shoves him in the shoulder, which Lance tries to evade and fails. He almost falls out of the booth. “You know what I mean.” He glares.

Humming as he resituates himself, Lance leans forward more. He can see the grease on Keith’s lips. He kind of wants to know how it would taste on his own. “And I’m serious. You look cute.” 

“You’re still on thin ice,” Keith chuckles, “but I’ll take the compliment.” 

a/n: idek if this is entertaining at ALL it’s kinda just...them talking and walking. but idk i like it so here u go ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

“Oh, Lance, look at that one!” 

Keith rushes over to an ornate tombstone dressed up with gothic architecture and two black-marble spikes on either side of it. Lance shakes his head, amused, and follows more slowly, content to simply watch and appreciate his boyfriend’s excitement. 

“Lance, the stakes are black marble!” Keith says eagerly, pointing at the spikes. Lance climbs up the small hill leading to the tombstone, careful to avoid the...well, body definitely buried in front of it, and examines the spikes. They are, admittedly, pretty stellar; jet black stakes shooting from the ground, pointed high in the sky, taller than even the tombstone. Lance cradles his hot chocolate and admires them.

“Really cool,” he says genuinely, and Keith turns to him and nods vigorously in agreement, eyes shining. Lance chuckles. “I’ve never seen someone get so excited about tombstones like you do, mullet.” 

“Shut up,” Keith replies good-naturedly, sticking his tongue out. “Me and dad used to go to graveyards for fun and just walk around. They’re interesting. Like, look--”

Keith crosses the field over to a different tombstone and crouches down next to it. “’I told you I was sick,’” he reads out. Lance feels a small chill cross his body. “See? You don’t get stuff like that everywhere. It’s...meaningful.”

Standing and brushing aside the mottled orange and red leaves covering his pants, Keith finally returns to Lance, who’d been standing off to the side to watch. 

“What kind of dad takes their kid to a graveyard for fun?” Lance chuckles, setting his hot chocolate down and circling his arms around Keith. “That’s a little fucked up.” 

Keith rolls his eyes. “They’re just cool,” he says, and then stands on his tip-toes to reach up and give Lance a short peck. He licks his lips afterwards. “You taste like chocolate.” 

“I wonder why,” Lance mocks, looking pointedly at his hot chocolate. Keith swipes it from the ground and takes a long drought. “Hey!” 

“Couples share,” Keith says cheekily. He hands the cup back to Lance. “C’mon.” 

They continue walking, staring around at the tombstones scattered like neighborhoods atop the leaf-covered ground and, silently and sturdy and just a little haunting. 

“Always so many crosses,” Keith remarks. He side-eyes Lance. “Weren’t you, like, Catholic? Any thoughts about this?” 

The question catches Lance off guard, so he just coughs out a bemused laugh at first. “Me having been Catholic doesn’t mean I have intense opinions on graveyards, Keith,” he says.

Keith rolls his eyes. “Not what I meant. Graveyards have something to do with death! Isn’t that religion is all about.” 

Marveling, Lance replies, “God, having an atheist upbringing must’ve been wild.” 

“I wasn’t constantly in, like, an atheist house,” Keith mutters, kicking at some leaves. “Some of my foster parents tried to get me to go to church. Didn’t really work out, though.”

“I can imagine,” Lance says wryly. He puts an arm around Keith and pulls him close. “I don’t think about death much. We went through a war, I’m sick of death. I’d rather think about living.”

Keith just nods, giving Lance a tiny smile, and presses into him, folding an arm around him and squeezing tightly before letting go. He looks a little emotional.

“C’mon, back to spooky vibes,” Lance instructs, sliding his hand down Keith’s arm until he can entangle their hands. “I think I see a crypt over there. Wanna see if it’s unlocked?” 

Keith’s face brightens almost immediately and then he’s off, pulling Lance along and talking about how rich you have to be to get a crypt, how it’s wild that dead bodies are just out like that, how they look like something straight from Halloweentown or something, and Lance lets him, lets himself be pulled along. 

Going on a “graveyard date” had never quite been Lance’s idea of romance, or something he ever planned on doing, but if it got Keith this excited? He’d go as much as Keith wanted. 

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt Additional Tags: Male Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt, Galaxy Garrison, Keith (Voltron)'s Shack, Snapchat, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Pining Keith (Voltron), Pining Lance (Voltron), Mutual Pining, Desert, Storms, Power Outage, ghosting, Not Really Character Death, its just the phone, Dead Phone, Blushing, pidge is amused, Pidge | Katie Holt is Savage, mentions of Shiro, Getting Together, Oblivious Keith (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) Being an Idiot, Flight Simulations, mentions of James Griffin, James Griffin (Voltron) Being an Asshole, samsung, Hurt Lance (Voltron), Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Gay Keith (Voltron), monthlyklance, Past Child Abuse, Grease References, lance is sandy, keith is danny, mullet - Freeform, Summer Camp, Summer Vacation, Song Parody, Inspired by Grease, they're virgins, saving it 'till they're sure, Walks In The Park, Undercover Missions, Secret Crush, Secret Identity, Capture, Stress Relief, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Romantic Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, Red String of Fate, Motorcycles, blue honda, Fear, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, idk what i missed im lazy Summary:

Snippets of love, two of the same boys, four different realities.

Chapters: 2/4 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt Additional Tags: Male Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt, Galaxy Garrison, Keith (Voltron)'s Shack, Snapchat, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Pining Keith (Voltron), Pining Lance (Voltron), Mutual Pining, Desert, Storms, Power Outage, ghosting, Not Really Character Death, its just the phone, Dead Phone, Blushing, pidge is amused, Pidge | Katie Holt is Savage, mentions of Shiro, Getting Together, Oblivious Keith (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) Being an Idiot, Flight Simulations, mentions of James Griffin, James Griffin (Voltron) Being an Asshole, samsung, Hurt Lance (Voltron), Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Gay Keith (Voltron), monthlyklance, Past Child Abuse, Grease References, lance is sandy, keith is danny, mullet - Freeform, Summer Camp, Summer Vacation, Song Parody, Inspired by Grease, they're virgins, saving it 'till they're sure, Walks In The Park Summary:

Snippets of love, two of the same boys, four different realities.