“I just know we’re going to fight all the time.”
His friends don’t utter a word. “Uh, guys,” Lance says. “You’re supposed to tell me I’m wrong.”
Pidge laughs. “No, I’m pretty sure you’re right, for once. You guys are going to kill each other.”
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Lance, previously a night shift worker at his chain coffee store, switches to the morning shift in order to accommodate his new class schedule. Unluckily for him, this means spending 25 hours a week with the person he despises most in the world: Keith the-shitty-barista Kogane.
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Sometime after Keith returned from the Blades, Lance started turning to him for comfort about missing home. Keith isn’t sure when or how it started, but all of a sudden, Keith was Lance’s shoulder to lean on again, his confidante for his hopes and terrors. In all of this there was a lot of talk about the things Lance was most excited to have again when they all returned to Earth.
Today, he was waxing poetic about the beauty of gas stations. This was something Keith could appreciate about Lance: that he could see something special in everything, but also, who cares that much about gas stations? They’re curled up on the floor of the black lion with Kosmo in between them, who’s wagging her tail in glee whenever Lance scratches between her ears.
“I miss those shitty nachos,” Lance sighs. “They’re so bad. But I miss them, oh my god. The neon orange cheese.” Lance laughs. “That’s how you know I’m going crazy out here. I’ve skipped past my aunt's queso and gotten to the depths of hell gas station fake cheese.”
Keith hums. “Yeah, you are going crazy.”
“You’re not supposed to agree with me!” Lance exclaims, kicking Keith lightly with a socked foot. “You’re supposed to console me.”
Keith rolls his eyes. He always indulges Lance. “Fine. What else do you miss?”
“Slushies. My baby blue raspberry… sometimes I mix it with lemonade when I’m feeling spicy, but the color is less appealing.” Lance taps his fingers on the ground, brows raised. “What if we get back and blue raspberries are extinct and my favorite drink is gone forever?”
“Blue raspberries aren’t real. It’s all chemicals.”
“Everything is chemicals!” Lance exclaims.
“You know what I mean.”
“Hm. Well, what’s your favorite flavor then?”
Keith leans his head back on the wall, stretching his legs out a little more. “I don’t have one.”
“Like, you have multiple? Are you a big mixer? I can get down with that. What’s the combo?”
“No, like, I don’t have one at all. I’ve never had a slushie.”
You could hear a pin drop in the silence that ensues. Lance’s eyes widen at him in genuine shock. It’s kind of hilarious.
“You’ve never had a slushie?”
“Nope,” Keith responds. “Never had a slushie.”
“Oh my god,” Breathes Lance. “We need to rectify this, ASAP. The second we touch down, we’re finding a 7/11, and you’re going to have the best drink you’ve ever had.”
“It’s just ice and sugar. Bet it’s worse than nunvil.”
Lance gasps. “You take that back!”
Keith does not take it back.
“Whatever,” Says Lance. “Once you have one, you can give your opinion. Until then, keep that judgy mouth zipped.”
Keith mimes zipping up his lips and throwing away the key, which makes Lance smile funny.
A year later, months after the war has ended (not the minute they land, not at all), Lance and Keith go to 7/11 together, accompanied by Hunk and Pidge.
Lance, standing right in front of Keith, nearly boxing him in against the hood of his mom's car, says: “So, how does it taste?”
“It tastes red,” Keith responds, taking another deep sip. “There’s no other way to describe this flavor. There is no natural explanation.”
“But good, right?”
“It’s fine.” Keith feels his face heat up a bit at Lance’s proximity, the glow of his Altean marks in the dim of the post-sunset sky. Pidge and Hunk are feet away from them, chatting about something Keith isn’t tracking. Keith looks down at Lance’s hand holding his drink loosely just inches from Keith’s chest. “If you spill that on me, I swear-”
“What, hot stuff?” Lance replies, voice faux-seductive. “You’ll what? Have to take your shirt off?”
“Ugh,” Keith says, shoving Lance back just slightly with his free hand. “Shut up.”
“You loooove it,” Drawls Lance, now standing in front of him. “And, you love the slushie. Just say it.”
Keith crosses his arms. “I’m not saying it.”
“My girlfriend died, Keith.”
“You can’t just use that whenever you don’t get what you want-”
“I so can. My therapist encourages it, actually.” Lance pops his hip, smirks. He’s cocky. “Say it. It’ll make my night.”
Keith rolls his eyes. He always indulges Lance. “I love the shitty slushie.”
“I’ve waited a year for that.” Lance smiles. “Now try mine.” He shoves the straw in Keith’s face, and Keith takes a sip. It tastes exactly the same.
“Great.” Keith deadpans.
“I know!” Lance exclaims, then whirls to Pidge and Hunk. “Guys! We need to take a photo of this momentous experience! Keith is actually enjoying something!”
He shoves his phone at Pidge, who smirks as they raise it to frame the two in, Lance slinging his arm over Keith’s shoulder, cup on the edge of dripping onto Keith’s shirt. “Say cheese.”
“Cheese!” Exclaims Lance, and Keith’s eyes slide over to look at him without even realizing, and he feels fondness creeping into his expression just until-
“Are you ready?” He asks.
“I- uh, yeah? We’ve done this a million times.”
“Yeah,” Lance says, leaning over him, feet still planted firmly on the ground. Keith tilts his head up to look at him. “But not like this, right?”
No, thinks Keith as Lance swings his legs over Keith’s hips, effectively straddling him. Not like this.
───
War doesn't allow much time for affectionate sex. Good thing the war ended, huh?
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summary:
Lance’s eyes dart from his blown-out pupils to his lips, slightly red from his mother's sangria.
“Are you…” Lance trails off, feeling Keith’s breath hot on his face.
“I am,” Says Keith. “If you are?”
“I mean,” Lance smirks. “Birthday sex is common for a reason.”
───
Keith has always been good at giving Lance birthday presents.
this is in the same universe as We've Got Time. also it was written in um 2.5 hours so yeah!! enjoy
Adam is able to convince Shiro to sit out the Kerberos mission (or it never happens?). Meaning, Keith never gets kicked out, Pidge would probably join the Garrison under her own name, and Lance would stay in cargo class. All is going swell, until Shiro’s disease starts to get worse. This fucks Keith up, who starts verbally and physically lashing out- but only to the extent of a suspension or less, not an expulsion. Lance, being the kind-hearted boy he is, decides to set aside his rivalry and reach out to his classmate who’s obviously hurting. Over time, Keith let's him in and they become friends. After Lance has humanized Keith in his mind, his inferiority complex is no more and he's able to graduate to pilot class. There, they loop in Hunk and Pidge and become a tight-knit group.
Still, Shiro is getting worse and worse. After a bad bout that ends him in the hospital, Keith starts feeling something pulling him- the blue lion. He takes the gang with him to investigate ("wow my best friends are all conspiracy theorists" - Lance, probably) and they find the blue lion, and they're taken to the castle like in show. now it's time to form voltron but... there's no Shiro. Keith goes for Red, Pidge Green, Hunk Yellow, and now that Lance has been able to really settle in as a pilot in the Garrison without the need to compare himself to others, he's able to step into Black. Allura takes Blue. From here, Voltron continues pretty much as normal, but the found family trope is Founding More Family (basically it's better, they're more connected, etc). Lance gets to be the great leader I know he can be, no crazy lion swapping needs occur, galra ass gets kicked, and of course, Klance gets to be canon king.
and okay i'm not killing Shiro off I just don't know how to solve that whole Problem. maybe some alien tech/magic can help him (that could be a whole keith sideplot? trying to find one thing in the galaxy that could save his brother?). Also adashi stays together!
