#keith kogane fanfiction

[m-i-r-p]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith & Lance (Voltron), Keith & Shiro (Voltron), Keith & Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura & Coran & Hunk & Keith & Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt & Shiro, Keith & Voltron Paladins, Allura & Keith (Voltron), Coran & Keith (Voltron), Hunk & Keith (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron) Additional Tags: Character Study, Introspection, Stream of Consciousness, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Sad Keith (Voltron), Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Hurt Keith (Voltron), Bittersweet, Bittersweet Ending, my attempt at rationalizing season 8, trying to cope with canon, me writing fanfiction for a dead fandom?, more likely than you think, though is it dead really?, idk - Freeform, not beta read we die like zarkon, just keith realizing how much all of the shit they went through fucked em up, Keith (Voltron) has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Shiro (Voltron) Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Lance (Voltron) Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Pidge | Katie Holt Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, hunk has ptsd, why is that not a tag when this is, Hunk (Voltron) Has Anxiety, coran has ptsd, again why is that not a tag, Allura is Dead, why is that not a tag, Keith (Voltron) Angst, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping Summary:

Lance wants to be a farmer.

Lance, the boy with stars in his eyes, the boy that refused to settle for anything but the stars, wants to be a farmer, and Keith really wants to laugh, because they just never stop finding new ways the war has fucked them all over, do they?

[bluemantics]

do you think when lance first stepped into red, he saw pieces of the former red paladin left behind? felt the imprints of his hands in the controls? do you think he noticed the snacks keith hid under the console, the sticker pidge gifted him stuck on his chair, the faint smell of whiskey-musk spray that he bought to clear out the scent of blood after rougher battles?

lance thought that red's cockpit would be empty and cold. he didn't think keith was one for comfort or sentimentality, based on his empty room and his plain outfits. but... here it was. evidence of keith, littering the inside of a lion clearly well-maintained.

with trepidation, lance put his hand on the controls and felt the way each of his fingers fit in the grooves left behind. his hands were slightly too slender.

he wondered how allura would react to the traces he'd left. a pillow and a pair of extra socks, and maybe an alien comic magazine.

more achingly, he pictured keith, trying to fit his smaller frame in a large, black seat. lance hoped in vain that shiro left fewer traces. he knew keith would see shiro in every little shadow, every slight trace anyways. 

that was the thing about chasing after someone you admire for so long.

attempting to push past the coil of emotion in his throat, lance walked back out of red, prepared to soothe his tense, cornered leader.

[snotty-plops]

Hopefully these are in order

I wrote this a while ago but I’m just now posting the fanart

The name of fic is “Heartstrings and Homework” I’ll try to put the URL but for some reason it’s not working for me right now so if you really want to read you may have to look it up on AO3

Sorry for being so late I’ve been a busy little bee <3

Also the art style is inconsistent bc these were made over a long period of time

[dorkiborkii]

fanart of a fanfic.. how lovely

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Dear Reader by heavily_caffeinated on ao3 has easily got to be my favorite klance fic of all time. the writing is so beautiful and the story is structured so well. go to ao3 and read it right now !1!1!

(this piece took 11 hours… hip hip hooray !)

[klspacecadet]

Klance fic recommendations (except there are some underrated ones too)

in hits order btw

1.

Mature Hearts Don’t Break Around Here by klancekorner

2.

[ABANDONED + UNFINISHED] Mature On Thin Ice by Orphaned_Work

3.

Teen and Up (WTF THERE’S NO YELLOW?) Ignorance Is Bliss by @youareinacomawakeup

4.

Mature Something Just Like This by klancekorner

5.

Mature Love Interest by @iwriteshipsnotsailthem

6.

Explicit Time and Tide by @rangoatemybabynsfw

7.

Teen and Up The Shattering of Altea by @youareinacomawakeup

8.

Mature He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus

9.

Mature Live For The Fight (When It's All That You Got) by yuu_chi

10.

Teen and Up The Quiet by @MilkTeaMiku

11.

[basically just porn with plot] Explicit The Boys of Altea Studios by @moe20112233

12.

Teen and Up Galra Instincts by @smolstrawberrychara

13.

Teen and Up My Soul Has Your Claim, My Soul Is In Flames by @tellymauve

14.

Teen and Up The Meaning of Donuts by @katranga

15.

Mature Dear Reader by @heavilycaffeinatedsblog

16.

Mature Rising Star by @bsfordays

17.

Teen and Up One Plus One by @luddlestons

18.

Teen and Up Bend it Like Soulmates by @reader115

19.

Teen and Up Convenience by @noussommeslessquelettes

20.

Teen and Up Of Wolves and Wisps by @vulpes--vulpes

lmk if yall want more ^__^

[sodafiizz]

[wip] the fic this is based off of has set my standards so high for what i read now 😔✌️

[protectingstucky]

˗ˏˋ my favorite klance fics pt.3 ˎˊ˗

it’s all in my head

(un)spoken

bonded (in your arms)

if the silence was a song

baby, you’re a haunted house

sweetheart

love is buying you your perfect couch

it’s easier for you to let me go

Renegade Dawn

lifeline

let’s get started

I'd Tap That

flesh and blood (you deserve to be loved)

look, my darling, the distance has vanished

adrenaline

so kiss me (kiss me kiss me kiss me)

just like that

Dear Reader

Sweet Nothings (how you doin', baby? ;) )

Like Any Unloved Thing (i don't know if i'm real if i'm not being touched)

[klancekisszine]

📢EPIC W/DTIYS CONTEST ANNOUNCEMENT📢

Hello Klancers! 💋

Are you getting excited for the many many klance smooches? 💕 Yes? So are we! We can't wait to share with you the awesmazing pieces created by our incredible contributors! 💕

But while we wait for our hardworking mod team to assemble this gorgeous zine and its accompanying goodies, how about a challenge? 💫

And as with all epic challenges, there will be an epic prize! The winner will receive a full bundle - physical zine, merch and digital goodies!* And every entry could become part of our extended digital zine!**

🌟Here is what you need to do:🌟 - follow us - Draw or Write your own version of this beautiful starry painting, created by the lovely Orion @phosphorus-orion [Written entries must not exceed 500 words] - Post your entry on IG, twitter or Tumblr - Make sure to tag our respective socmedia accounts in the post use hashtag #kltruelovekisscontest

The winner will be randomly drawn from all entries over the 3 platforms.***

❗The contest will run from now until Oct 15, closing at the end of day for all time zones. The winner will be drawn and announced on our socials in time for Keith's birthday.

Best of luck, xoxo

*You need to be 16+ to be eligible to enter the contest and only 18+ winners will be provided with the nsfw add-on companion to the zine

**Every participant will be approached and asked if they agree to have their piece added to the extended digital zine and nothing will be published without their explicit consent. All pieces will receive proper credit.

***Every unique entry (no matter on how many of the socmedia platforms is shared) will grant you ONE chance at the prize

[badsongpetey]

Come spooky season I reread “It’s You That’s Haunting Me” by @jacqulinetan on AO3. It’s like a fun a Buzzfeed Unsolved au with Keith as the believer who’s excited to be in whatever haunted deathtrap he can find, and Lance as the skeptic who’d rather burn it all with fire thankyouverymuch. The third story in the series genuinely freaks me out every time.

[mothmanavenue]

In conjuntion with this art piece here

...

The war doesn’t end with a crash or a bang. Nothing explodes in a fiery shower the way he’d read about in books as a kid. There's no rocking of the ground as the world shifts under their feet, and a curling anxiety in his gut as he desperately reaches out in the link for a glimmer of one just one of his teammates, his family, his lover.

There’s just the dead drop of a falling lion as a ceasefire is called. It’s just the feeling of his fingers relaxing from a white knuckled grip on Red’s controls and his head falling back with a dull thud against the headrest of the pilot’s chair. It’s the unwinding of his spine as he slumps, all his strength and exhaustion collapsing in on him as he surrenders flight back to his lion, her battle roar softening to a gentle rumble in the back of his mind. It’s the gasps of relief and whispered gratitude of his family echoing in his ears, letting him know they’re safe, they’ve made it, it’s finally done.

Keith is completely unsurprised to note which one he prefers. 

Red’s purr is a constant source of comfort in his mind as he curls his legs toward his chest, eyes squinted in lazy, bone deep weariness, brain barely processing Shiro and Allura from their respective command stations outlining the conditions of ceasefire. He can barely think about anything outside the cramping in his fingers and the bleariness of his eyes from entire successive days spent raising Voltron’s sword, pouring his energy and willpower into convincing the strongest weapons in the universe to bend to his will.  

It’s ok if he misses something. The team will catch him up. They always have, when the tiredness consumes him, and he checks out of conversations and discussion, slumping against the nearest comforting shoulder. 

Allura’s voice is as sharp and clear as the crown that adorns her head; the queen of Altea in all her glory commands her troops from the midst of battle. Keith’s attention had been laser focused on ensuring Voltron’s continued presence, but nothing in the world could keep him from watching for Allura’s flashing blue light as she approached Haggar, now withered and raging, and knelt in front of her. Keith missed what was said, the words exchanged. But he saw the tightening of his Queen, his sister’s, shoulders, and the hand wrapping tight around the witch’s neck. 

It’s been a long eight days on this earth of his.

His brain clocks out in that moment, and he rides the warm haze he’s in, letting the satisfaction of success settle into his bones. It’s not time for celebration just yet. It will come later once the dead is counted and the shrouds are laid. Keith knows better than most the toll of war, and he dreads the time that will come when the lists of the dead will be handed to them, and he will need hours, days, weeks, to grieve people he did and didn’t know and names he’s cherished and ones he’s never heard, and each loss will still hit like a blow to the ribs. After that, the celebration will come. The ballrooms of the castle will glow with life and Hunk will dress in gold, Shiro’s white hair will gleam in the light, and Pidge will protest that she just won a war, she deserves a drink. Allura will stand regal at their side, and her shoulders will be light, free from the burden of an avenger, and she will turn to them with a gleaming grin and they won’t have any choice but to smile back at her. 

And lance.

Lance will be so handsome in his blue suit, golden and silver threaded in painstaking embroidery in the bed of deep sky. His hair will fall loose and natural in his eyes, heavenly blues, and earthy brown under the string set of his eyebrows, and he’ll gleam like a freshly lit candle. 

He’ll take Keith’s breath away and Keith will never want it back. 

But that comes after.

Right now, here, Red lands on dusty earth and grumbles in his head about doing all the work. He’s sure none of the other lions give their other halves this much shit. He loves her so fiercely it burns his throat and eyes. He can’t believe he ever spent a day outside of her. Can’t believe he wasn’t raised alongside this wonderful, temperamental, protective, grouchy cat, who bossed him and fussed him, and purred and cooed when he screamed in his dreams. Can’t believe there ever was a time he resigned himself to not having this. What a fool he was. 

The wave of emotion fills the cockpit in a lilting hum, and she lights up around him, Voltron blue piercing through the chunks in his armour. Red is as alive as a blaze and warm as a hearth in his head. 

Her mouth drops open with one final swell of affection, as she releases her paladin to his home ground. 

Keith murmurs a breathy thank you i love you you’re everything to me, as he stumbles out, hand grasping the cool metal as he comes to a rest on the shifting sands. The sand is warm from fire and fighting and it hits him all at one.

He crouches down, head hanging as he pants and gasps for breath. The emotion of the past few days shutter his eyesight till all he sees in the grains of sand sticking to his gauntlets. His head spins and his hair is falling out of the ponytail he’d tied it back in, and his breath is coming hard now. 

Something is missing. Somethings not quite right.

The swords have fallen, the helmets tossed to the side, red looms protective behind him. The shields are down the guards are dropped and he can feel the press of the Voltron bond that lets him know his team is landing nearby, drawn together with a gravitational pull.

He draws in breath, cool and refreshing and tinged with the scent of burning. Around him the sand is interspersed with freshly formed glass. 

He raises his head, expecting to see the heavens above him. He wants to take in the freshly healed scar of the newly collapsed Rigel star system. Wants to know how the blazing lights of thousands of planets worth of warfare look set against the familiar earth sky. He think he might look at the constellations, like he did not far from here a hundred years ago, tucked into his dad's strong, solid arms, the scratch of a stubbly chin accompanying a moving mouth as it named Orion, Cassiopeia, Gemini. 

He looks up expecting to see stars, and instead, he sees the sun.

Lance's smile is crooked, and his breath comes fast, like he ran, as he hovers over him. Their faces are so close he can count each individual freckle on this boy’s face, as precious to him as the gleam of moonlight cutting paths across the castle hallways. Oh this boy, this absolute death of him. 

“Hey lover,” the words leave Lance’s mouth with ease and anticipation, years of pent-up adoration spilling out with every vowel, “we did it.”

Keith feels his own smile steal across his face, “yeah, we did.” 

If possible, Lance's smile grows wider, crinkling the already forming smile lines at his eyes. Keith thinks of the products that line the counter of his bathroom sink, just waiting for a pretty bronzed hand to pick them up when the separation hits, and their resolves are softened by the press of late hours and long silence. 

A silly waste. Keith likes this look on Lance.

Aging.

What a wonderful thing he never thought he’d get to have. 

“You know what that means?” 

Lance's voice is smooth, the tremble that only a practiced ear could pick out masked by the sincerity and anticipation that has dogged their every conversation since that night on the dais. 

“We’ll wait.”

“Until when, Keith?”

“Until it’s done. When it’s done then we can have this. We can’t lose everyone for each other.”

“I’m yours?”

“When it’s done then. And when it’s done, I’m bringing you home with me. I’m putting a ring on your finger and I’m never letting you go. You’re it for me, Keith.”

“I’m not asking you to wait, that’s not fair-“

“I followed you into space Keith. I followed you to the point of no return. You aren’t asking me anything and that’s a damn shame. I’d give you anything you asked for.”

“When it’s done lance, when it’s done, I’ll ask you anything you want me to. I’ll come home with you, I’ll share a bed with you. I’ll be yours as long as you’ll have me.”

“Don’t joke, honey,”

“I’m not. You’re mine, lance”

“And-“

“you’re mine.”

The words reverberate in his head, and oh. This is what it was. The smooth slot of this thing that’s been so long coming.

Lance drops to his knees in front of him, one warm hand coming to rest on his cheek. Keith leans his head into it. He’s too tired for restraint, or shame, or any other useless emotion that would’ve held a younger him back. He’s got nothing to lose. He’s won. There’s no reason left to hold back. What a novel idea. It coats him and leaves him shivering at the feel of a gloved thumb running gently over his cheekbones.

His eyes fall back open from their unconscious close, and Lance is so close.

Honest, sweet, honourable lance. The sandpaper to all his rough edges. The iron that absorbed his burning heat. The shore that meets his rocking tide. 

Keith can hear the thunder of Pidge’s feet as they run across the uneven terrain. Hunk is following after her, his voice a cacophony of relief and joy. Shiro’s laughter is warm and thick as honey, coming easier than it has since aliens were a late-night story. Allura is giggling, high and bright, and a little hysterical. It’s ok. She’ll pull herself back together and they’ll be there to fill the cracks with liquid gold.

(Or glitter. She’d like glitter.)

Lance is watching him, and Keith’s eyes drift back to him. Lance hasn’t looked away in years. Something, some last resistance hidden away so deep he didn’t even know to search for a cure, falls away. 

He leans in and closes the gap.

...

posted on ao3 here

[bluemantics]

If Keith and Lance were going to fall together at any moment, it would’ve been when Keith was the black paladin.

Keith had successfully kept his walls up until then; battles left him mostly unfazed, team bonding barely nicked his armor, and even Hunk’s cooking wasn’t able to pry him open. 

Then, Shiro vanished, and everything changed. Keith suddenly was tasked with leading the team intended to save the universe. 

All his previous failings and outbursts piled up in his mind at once, nausea rolling through his body constantly. How was he supposed to do this? He was a dropout with anger and authority issues, a wild warrior without aim. Keith wasn’t meant to be anything more than a tamed beast. Even worse, if he wasgoing to step up eventually, to become something greater, he was supposed to do it with Shiro. Instead, a gaping hole had been left behind at the helm. Keith was too young. Too inexperienced. And worst of all, he was entirely alone. 

For the first time in a long time, he was vulnerable, and his aching edges were exposed to anyone brave enough to look. 

The team noticed when he started to crack, exposing his pain and his fear. 

Hunk tried to help, in his own unique way. He noticed the pale hue of the black paladin’s skin and resolved to feed him, maybe help him talk over food. However, that hardly worked, since Keith stopped eating regularly with the team. 

Even Pidge tried to relate through their unique bond. She teased him about the old stories they used to muse over together, but anecdotes about their brothers were still raw for Keith, and he lashed out. That caused Pidge to retreat quickly, her concealed hurt only worsening Keith’s guilt.  

Allura spoke to him in soothing tones that only riled him up more. It was the worst with her, even though she tried her best. Somehow, her gentle tone only reminded him of the wild thing he was. When he would respond in anger, she wasn’t afraid to rise to meet him, and instances where the whole team witnessed them clash only embarrassed him. 

But then there was Lance. That was always how it had gone since their journey started. Lance, appearing to help carry Keith’s brother. Lance, badgering him into a fight. Lance, constantly standing just to his right, prepared to offer unwanted commentary. And now he was the red paladin. 

For the first few days after the lion switch, Lance merely observed how Keith interacted with everyone silently. It made him uncomfortable. He was restless under Lance’s piercing gaze, his eyes that tracked his every choice, his normally discerning tongue that for once chose to still. 

The moment that caused Keith to snap occurred during training. He’d been staying up late every night, working extra with the bots to get better with the new black bayard. Logically, it was just as perfectly balanced as his old sword. Keith just wasn’t able to shake the feeling that the weight of it wasn’t suited to his hand.

So, he trained with it. Again and again. 

Which meant that team training during the daytime… well, it suffered. He was exhausted. Coran, watching over them, admonished Keith for it, but he could barely hear the royal advisor over the sound of his blood rushing past his ears and the clanging of his teammates moving their bayards and the bright lights shining into his pupils and the bruises settling painfully under his ribs and the pressure of his new black armor against his sternum and, worst of all, Lance’s unrelenting stare. 

He snapped back into himself, realizing the team was awaiting his reaction. Their eyes looked round and worried. Keith narrowed in on one person who was standing just at his elbow. 

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” he hissed.

There was a pause after his words. Lance’s expression remained careful, his hand coming up to rest on Keith’s shoulder, forcing a breath out of his lungs. The lights seemed to dim. 

“Let’s take a break,” Lance suggested to everyone. Marvelously, they nodded, Hunk exchanging murmurs with Allura as they both put down their weapons and began to walk toward the door. Pidge scampered up the stairs to Coran. Keith looked at Lance in bewilderment after noticing they were alone.

Lance just grinned, and it released something in Keith that had been knotted up.

“So, Samurai, I think we need to talk.” 

Lance quietly spoke to him about the team’s unease. That they all wanted to help him, but he’d regressed back to a place that was painful to see. Lance spoke of a small desert shack, a place that could be a shelter, but could also be confining in its limitations. A place to hide from the watchful stars. A place of anger, regret, and desperation.

Grief. 

Lance’s words carved out an image of a loner fulfilling his own self-destructive prophecy. It made Keith bristle. Then, however, he reminded him of other images, scenes from the recent past he’d rejected in his mourning. 

Helping Hunk perfect a recipe late at night, even if he didn’t know much about cooking besides canned beans and rice. 

Sorting Pidge’s small pieces of machinery as she ranted about a planet they’d visited. 

Allura laughing when he made a dry comment about a foreign diplomat, and then immediately failing to cover it up when said official turned around, making Keith smile as well. 

Lifting Lance off a bloody battlefield, the harsh sounds raging in the background as he carried him into Red and saved his life.

“You’re not alone.” Lance’s hands stretched out, beseeching. 

“Why did you wait so long to talk to me?” Keith breathed, as if he knew, deep down, that this talk was going to come the entire time. “Why were you so quiet?”

And Lance’s face fell. Keith regretted asking near instantly. 

“Well, you’re not the only one trying to fill in for a strong presence. I had to get used to some things, too, y’know? Convince myself that I can be right for this job.” He points between himself and the black paladin. 

It’s ridiculous. Keith wants to open his mouth, to assure Lance that he’s not just excelling, that he’s perf—

“You need to start showing up to team dinners. Stop working yourself to death at night— that was fine when you were number two, but now you gotta lead us in training,” Lance started to list off as he put a finger up for each point. “Talk to Pidge about Shiro, since she misses him too, not just you. Reassure Allura that you’re happy to lead alongside her. Just… chill the F out, dude.” Keith blinks, owlish in the face of a literal itemized list of things to fix. 

So, he tries to chill the F out. 

It isn’t easy. He still feels inadequate, out of place in every room he steps into, especially when his friends all look to him for answers. Keith often trembles with the weight of the universe. Thank god for Lance, always standing just to his right. Slowly, they open the door of that desert shack together, and he learns how to share his burden. He learns a lot of things. 

Like how Lance is deceptively smart when it comes to strategizing. Or that Lance’s empathy is a weapon, able to prevent a battle with a few well-placed words. He especially enjoys learning that Lance has curly hair, he thinks Keith is funny when no one else does, and he has a fondness for young kids due to his family. 

Lance is his right-hand man and co-leader in every sense of both terms. Their call-and-response has never been better. Oftentimes, before thinking about what Shiro might do, Keith begins to consider what Lance might do. 

And isn’t that frightening? 

They fell together after the lion switch in ways no one could have predicted. Keith feels a wild thing settle in his chest at the thought, his eyes turned toward the stars that watch him in return. 

He stays standing among the sand. He ignores the urge to retreat to shelter. Keith embraces the sky and its promise of warm, fresh rainfall. 

[liiizzard]

there. nestled. against. his. motherfucking pulse.

wow loved

[haibunnyy]

Wouldn't it be like super cool if we brought back making chapter art for fanfiction? 👉🏽👈🏽

Ft. Galra Keith from the latest chapter of my Galtean Prince Keith x Jester Lance AU

[klspacecadet]

do u have any good canon universe fics cz i feel like i’ve read almost eeeverything klance related BUT that 😣

i gotchu, just gimme a hot sec to make a list 😉

Canonverse Klance fic recs

1.

Teen and Up there, nestled against his pulse by @hiuythn

2.

Explicit Heatwaves on Autopilot by @whatthebodygraspsnot

3.

Teen and Up i wanna love you (but i don’t know if i can) by loveisawildthing

4.

Teen and Up the meaning of donuts by @katranga

5.

Teen and Up Galra Instincts by @smolstrawberrychara

Sorry I didn’t add more, this takes a lot longer than you’d think and I’m feeling lazy. if you wanna dm me I can just give you links to fics whenever I finish reading them

and if i reused any? I’m not sorry and it will happen again

[sodafiizz]

[six piercings on the left and five on the right]

Although it’s not of any specific scene, this was my take on Keith’s Lazy Bean uniform from Dear Reader by @heavilycaffeinatedsblog on ao3 <3

[jenni41arts]

Lance sat in the kitchen chair that earler he had lugged to the corner of Hunk's living room and watched his friends partake in the festivities of a good old fashioned house party.

It was getting late and he figured he would soon make his way home. He had put on his coat thinking he was ready to leave when Keith caught his eye.

Keith was very flushed and swayed slightly but his eyes sparkled and he wore a wide grin. He was talking to Hunk about something Lance couldn't hear over the music and chatter of the other attendees.

Lance felt a tug in his chest. To his surprise, he felt jealous that Hunk had Keith's attention, despite the fact that Keith's encouragement was the reason he was even at the party and they had spent most of it talking to each other.

Keith and Lance had grown close after their return to Earth. When Keith wasn't away on his humanitarian missions, he always made an effort to check in on Lance and overtime Keith had somehow become his best friend.

Lance hadn't been sure he even wanted to attend this party. He was worried he would feel Allura's absense too much, but Keith had claimed he needed his emotional support extrovert if he was going to survive a social gathering and that it would be good for Lance to see the gang again.

Keith was right. It was good to see the gang again. Stories, jokes and laughs were passed around. So were the drinks. Maybe, no, probably, too many drinks.

Keith looked his way, noticed Lance's coat and made his way over.

"Hey Keith, C'mere!" Lance grabbed Keith's arm and pulled the unsteady Keith towards him.

Keith stumbled and fell into Lance's lap. Instead of getting off, he swung one leg over Lance and strattled him.

"Lance, I think I might be a little drunk," he declared.

"I know you are very drunk because I am sure I am drunk and you drank more than me."

"Who let Romelle mix the drinks?" Keith asked.

"Ha Ha ha. Who cares! They were good!" Lance chuckled.

"Lance?" Keith planted his forehead against Lance's.

"Yeah?" Lance swallowed.

"I think...I think... you should take me home before I do something stupid...like...hit on you," Keith whispered.

Lance threw back his head and released a full belly laugh that caused Keith to bounce slightly.

Keith grabbed Lance by the hood of his jacket and pulled it up over his head.

"Are you laughing at me?" Keith looked offended, but in a drunk, he'll forget about it in two minutes, kind of way.

"Yes! I am! You are literally sitting on me right now. I think you're hitting on me already."

"Oh, shit. I guess, I am." Keith let go of Lance's hood and put his arms aorund Lance, "I noticed you haven't pushed me off."

"Oh, shit, I guess I haven't," Lance stared at Keith with a stupid grin and rubbed Keith's back.

Keith smiled back, lowered heavy eye lids, and leaned towards him.

Lance dodged the incoming kiss and gave Keith a squeeze.

"I am too warm," he declared and shimmied his hips to let Keith know his lap time was done.

Keith relunctantly stepped off of Lance and hung his head.

Lance grabbed Keith's hand and pulled him toward's the front door. He grabbed Keith's coat on the way out.

Once outside he drapped the coat around Keith and used it to pull him close. He kissed Keith tenderly under the night sky, and away from the eyes of the other party guests. A slight breeze sent a sweet chill through him.

Keith kissed him back.

Ha accidently dropped the coat as his hands made their way to Keith's hair and Keith's hands were in his.

After a few moments of kissing, Keith spoke, "Lance, I want to take you home and cradle you in my arms."

"OK, but just cuddles cause we're too drunk, and I'll try my best not to forget this time."

"I'll remember."

"I'm sure you will."