for the softened & war worn hearts
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Finding out your best friend that you’re deeply, irrevocably in love with is engaged is a true punch to the gut— but Keith takes it like a champ. His only concern is that he’s never met this fiance, and Lance wouldn’t say yes to someone he’s not absolutely sure of, to someone who doesn’t know his friends. Something is Up.
He doesn’t realize the only thing Up is his levels of hangover and regrets of consuming alcohol, and that he actually does know Lance’s fiance. To a very personal degree.
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- Part 1 of for the softened & war worn hearts
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at the wake of everything, there was you by miIktoasted
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
28 Jul 2025
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#klance4k – for moonloveskl’s writing contest <3
“Did you know you have a scar on the back of your thigh?”
Keith blinks. After a second, he moves to adjust his head on his pillow in order to properly look down where his love is tucked against him, fingers idly tracing over his collarbone— where another scar mars his pale skin.
“I have a lot of scars, Lance,” he replies. And it’s the truth; they both do, enough to lose count. “I don’t keep track of all of them.”
Lance hums. “I do. You got that one saving me.”
Or, in the tranquil of their bedroom, war-worn lovers reminisce scars
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- Part 2 of for the softened & war worn hearts
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“They’re gonna last forever,” Lance says, knowing and breathless at once, still heaving a little from their escape. He closes his eyes, smile still big as he greets the air. “Just like us, right?”
Forever.
The small box in the pocket of Keith’s jeans thrums, the Altean magic imbued in the stone of the ring inside reacting to the beat of his heart.
or, Keith proposes.
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- Part 3 of for the softened & war worn hearts
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“I’m gonna marry you one day.”
Lance pauses, hands stiffening where he had been carefully bandaging Keith’s stab wound. He looks up to meet indigo eyes, hazy with pain and whatever poison the blade had been doused in.
Adoring, as they stare into him. Lance swallows.
“What makes you say that?” he asks, entertaining it. His fingers tremble a little on the cloth he’s using, and he wills them to go still.
“I dunno,” Keith slurs, and he manages a huff of laughter at that. “You look like the love of my life.”
or, team leader and his exasperated right hand talk about love, in the midst of stab wounds and cave-ins
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- Part 4 of for the softened & war worn hearts