12 Works by existwound
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“Maybe you could also try getting laid,” Lance continues, as if he’d noticed the tension in the air as well. He must’ve – there’s no way he hadn’t. The air is thick enough to choke them both.
“Oh, yeah, because everyone’s just lining up to get me to sleep with them,” Keith answers, heavy on the sarcasm. He’s hoping for a rebuttal, for a ‘well, I am’, for something to latch on to.
“Can’t be too hard for you to find someone with the way you look, man.” Lance vaguely gestures at him. “You just gotta open your eyes.”
or: Keith struggles with leading. Lance struggles with his sexuality. Hooking up solves none of those problems.
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“I’m his punishment then?” Keith asks, unable to tamp down whatever bitterness had clawed its way into his voice. “The only reason I’m deemed useful enough to finally come back is to be the prince’s punishment?”
or: Prince Lance is to be wed within four months. All Keith can do is stand guard and watch.
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“Never have I ever fucked my best friend’s brother,” Pidge deadpans, looking — for some unclear reason — directly at Keith.
That reason becomes clear when Keith and Matt both take a drink, refusing to look at one another.
Lance picks his jaw up off the floor and looks around their circle to find Hunk and Allura appearing similarly gobsmacked. Shiro pulls a face and punches Matt lightly on the arm, but it doesn’t seem like this is new information to him.
“Hang on—” Lance coughs. “When the hell did that happen?”
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Lance learns during a game of never have I ever that Matt and Keith hooked up years ago, and he can't get the image out of his head. Matt decides to play matchmaker in the messiest way possible and offers to show Lance what he's missing
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Lance’s posture has gone from somewhat respectable to bad to worse, and his attention span is slowly but surely reaching its breaking point, when the door in the back of the room slides open.
Blue and gray and black. Long, dark hair. A familiar set of eyes. The same faded scar carved along his cheek.
Lance jerks upright, nearly jumping out of his chair.
“I’m filling in for Kolivan.”
The words strike right through Lance’s sternum. And he didn’t even have his defenses up. He didn’t have time to prepare.
Although somewhere deep down, he knows that no time in the world could’ve prepared him for seeing Keith again.
or: Being stuck with his ex at a diplomatic conference for a solid month is super cool and very fun. Because Lance is over him. Obviously. He so is.
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“Shit,” Lance breathes. “This is so freaky.”
Keith can hear the laugh in his voice, trying to wrap his mind around how he could possibly find humor in a moment like this. His muscles are taut with anxiety, and Lance still manages to crack a joke.
“Right?” the other Lance agrees. “Two of us, ha.”
“Enough,” Keith finally cuts in. “There’s about to be only one of you if you don’t start talking soon.”
“Jeez, you’re intense,” the other Lance says to his Keith, eyes crinkling softly at the corners. “Would hate to get on your bad side.”
or: When Lance and Keith meet their counterparts from a different universe, it’s fun, mostly.
When they later find out that their counterparts are dating and very much in love, it’s, well, less fun. -
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Whatever crazy visions Lance is apparently having enter the very forefront of his thoughts. First row, VIP-tickets with a meet-and-greet, kiss on the cheek included, the whole package. It’s like a dam inside his mind breaks.
Keith’s inky black hair shines, flecks of red and the nasty purple streaked into it, his skin nearly glowing, his smile blinding with the slightest sliver of his chipped incisor showing, and have his eyes always been this intensely striking? Have his shoulders always looked this broad?
In the light, Keith looks more beautiful than ever.
Lance’s stomach sinks with the realization. He thinks he’s gonna hurl. He’s going to throw up everywhere. He’s gonna–
or: Lance gets bitten by a love bug. There’s no way in hell he would ever be into Keith like that.
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“I’m not pretending to date you, Lance. Especially not in front of your whole family. What the fuck?”
Lance’s lip twitches for just a second before he catches himself, plastering on a smile. “Please?” he asks.
“I’m not going to–”
“I’ll be the best boyfriend ever, you’ll just have to play along, man. Please. Please. Please.”
“Lance,” Keith tries one more time. Because here’s the thing: he wants to say yes, and –
“Keith,” Lance drawls his name just so, in that way that is so terribly Lance, so familiar, yet still intense enough to send shivers down his spine.
– and he’s, in recent years, never been good at denying Lance anything for too long.
or: Lance needs a date and Keith’s invitation got lost in the mail (or something like that! Don’t even ask!). They turn out to be really good at this whole pretending thing.
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Lance is married, for fuck’s sake, and Keith being weirdly comfortable with him is not helping at all – not in the slightest.
The light reflects on a piece of silver metal on Keith’s hand as his fingers play with Lance’s.
He zeroes in on it, his breath catching in his throat.
It’s a thin silver ring that sits nicely on his left ring finger, adorned with an even thinner golden band around it, perfectly matching, and mirroring the ring that Lance found on his bathroom counter this morning.
Oh, no way. No, no, no, no. Absolutely not.
This has to be some kind of cruel joke.
There is no way that the person he’s married to in the future is Keith.
or: Lance unwillingly takes one for the team and wakes up ten years in the future.
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The door opens to reveal long, black, sweat-matted hair sticking to pale skin, an achingly familiar uniform, and a truly worrying amount of blood.
He notices all these things, the minute details, the discarded crimson soaked bandages on the floor, his suture kit that’s strewn across the room, heavy breathing and shaky hands, before his mind allows him to piece it all together.
His knife clatters to the ground.
After a year of radio silence, with no warning whatsoever, Keith Kogane is bleeding out on Lance’s bathroom floor.
or: Keith gets hurt. He doesn’t know where else to go.
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“What the fuck did you just call me?” Keith asks angrily, rubbing at his own hand, his eyes wide with confusion.
“I didn’t say anything!” Lance defends, gaze flicking between Keith and the mage. He genuinely doesn’t know what the hell is going on.
The mage bows lightly, clasping their hands in front of their chest. “The ritual seems to have worked as expected. Worry not, Paladins, your new bond will vanish by itself once you’ve strengthened the preexisting bond between the two of you enough.”
Lance shivers. What? What fucking bond?
Keith seems equally as bewildered when he looks back at him.
or: Keith and Lance get magically bonded against their will. Whenever they touch, they can hear each other’s thoughts.
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“Shiro didn’t put me up to this, by the way,” Lance whispers, because he needs to get this off his chest now.
Besides, if Keith rejects him, he can just open his arms and run straight towards the wolves.
“I just wanted to ask you because–”
“Lance,” Keith interrupts him, voice strained. “Now is not the time. I need you to concentrate.”
Okay, cool. Whatever. It’s not like Lance wanted to ask Keith out anyways.
or: 5 times Lance unsuccessfully tries to ask Keith out + 1 time Keith asks Lance out
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“Almost three movements ago the Galra tested a new weapon they have been building with the resources our planet has to offer. Sehiri has been completely cut off from any sort of communication. None of us can leave.” She sighs, at least Keith thinks she does. “Seeing you here means our distress signal has not left the planet.”
Keith’s stomach seizes.
“It is not safe for anyone here right now.”
His chest tightens.
He’s not sure the words are registering correctly.
OR: After a mission goes wrong and leaves Keith injured, he’s demoted to working as a cargo pilot for the time being.
Finding himself stranded on a remote planet with no way out was not how he expected it to go.