Keith scuffed his boots on the snow-littered ground. He knew he was standing a little too near to the edge but it was the closest he could get. There was a guitarist basking just across the opposite platform and he wanted to go closer, but the train was arriving soon. He couldn’t afford to take a detour.
Keith kept darting his eyes onto parts of the clothings. A hoodie. Washed out jeans.
He tried not to be obvious, but it was frustrating. There wasn’t enough of a crowd to explain staring. He could tell the guitarist was tan, but he couldn’t catch a clear view of his face. The snapshots hovered in his head, but it was like trying to piece together a puzzle that he had never seen before.
He could just make out the song to be Little Drummer Boy, and he usually thought it was a stupid song, but it actually sounded…nice? Keith exhaled a puff into the frost air. The cold must be getting to his head.
The music was punctured by the distant harsh rhythm of the railway tracks. He felt a small flutter of panic. There was no telling when he would come across the guy again. He was going to take a good look across the cabin windows once the train reached him. It was his last chance.
He felt a blast of icy wind as the train entered the station. Keith quickly lifted his head and stared at the guitarist through stuttering planes of the metal walls.
Oh…a sharp face, but smooth. Long fingers too, on the guitar. He had…..blue eyes. It was dark, but definitely blue. Pretty.
And it was looking at him.
Keith froze. The train slowed to a stop, and so did his world.
It was 5 degrees, but it burned.
And he still had a train to catch.
If only he could move.
Merry Klancemas! Let’s get that xmas mood on /blowstrumpet
My piece for Klance secret santa, my giftee gave me alot of options, and I picked pining keith/guitar lance. I wanted to make something special to end the year and celebrate s2!! Vld and fanworks by the comm has given me so much happiness ❤
It was rly fun working on the animation (although gif ate like half the quality?!! my god/ cries / also it helps if you click and enlarge it)
give me a voltron episode where they’re all on a planet covered in a million and a half different species of flowers and allura is like “i just think that perhaps you shouldn’t touch ANY of them” and of course lance is all “well what does this purple one do” and he touches it and it blurps out this goo on his hand and he yelps and tries to wipe it off on keith but keith blocks it with his hand and BOOM. their hands are stuck together. can’t pull away, cant find anything to get it off, NOTHING. allura is nearly crying because why does lance never LISTEN and shiro is just internally screaming three feet away while pidge laughs their ass off.
fast forward to them dealing with it on the ship. coran is running around trying to find information on the Snorfalus plant and how to remove the goo, but until they have an answer, they’re quite literally stuck holding hands.
keith is pissed because, if there’s an emergency, he wants to pilot his lion. but lance is fighting to have it so they go in his, and it becomes this huge thing that escalates and they’re both thisclose to punching each other when pidge kindly reminds them that neither of them can pilot at all if one of their hands is covered in this super-alien-force glue. keith is dying inside. lance tries to make a pun and keith kicks his shin. it’s a hot mess.
it gets even worse when hunk oh so sweetly asks how they’re going to end up sleeping tonight if they’re stuck this way. cue keith turning bright red and stumbling over his words for three minutes before lance sighs loudly and says “i swear, if you’re a blanket hog, i’m putting you on the floor.” needless to say, neither of them sleep very well that night in lance’s cot, both of them staring up at the ceiling, too embarrassed to say that they know the other one is awake.
just imagine keith and lance trying to do their every day routines while being forced to hold hands because of this goo. eating at the table, standing next to each other at meetings about next steps, attempting to train together.
at first, it’s rocky. they both walk at different paces so they trip over each other, they go in different directions at the same time and then get snapped back together and fall over, and there is zero privacy at all. but as the days go on, something shifts and they start bickering less. they communicate better, start falling into step and accomodating each other instead of pushing to be in control. their movements become fluid in training and they’re strong. stronger together than they were apart, even. and it’s noticeable.
maybe that’s why coran hid that he knows how to remove the goo for an extra week. either way, when it’s finally gone and keith and lance are free, the team works as a unit even better than before. lance and keith have each other’s backs like it’s just instinct now, can predict each other’s movements, and it makes them all that much stronger and better as a team.
keith won’t ever admit that he misses the constant feeling of lance’s palm pressed tight against his own. it’s a shame, really, considering that the only thing lance misses more than earth is the way keith’s fingers felt entwined with his own.
ever since they started dating, keith secretly wanted to share a bed with lance so bad but felt it was too fast/rushed/pushy and agonized over it. should he ask??? how even?? (and that amount of touching makes him a bit nervous too)
but one night lance comes in to keith’s room, exhausted after a Coran Cardio workout and just collapses into the bed next to keith, sleeping before he hits the sheets
keith doesn’t move the whole night. it’s like a cat has Chosen him and he doesn’t want to scare it off. he just lays there grinning like an idiot at the ceiling while lance snores on his stomach.
keith is a total blanket hog; by morning he is wrapped up like a wee caterpillar. lance fights back by spreading his lankiness over every inch of the bed, whether keith is occupying it or not.
also lance sleeps in until like noon so keith’ll wake up and just stare lovingly at the boy for a while until lance blows a snot bubble and ruins it.
OR lance’ll wake up and see keith and blearily, crookedly, smile instantly and that right there makes keith’s whole day
before they go to bed keith reads aloud from a book while lance snuggles into his side and listens, holding his hand.
on the rare occasions lance wakes up before keith, he kisses keith awake:
“wake up, sleeping beauty! I am thy prince and thy spell is lifted.”
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