Trash_Spaghetti
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Keith gets bits by a love bug and falls for Lance. Allura gets bit and falls for Hunk. The only problem is that Keith already has a real, overwhelming crush on Lance, so he decides to only do what Allura does so he doesn't give himself away. A plan that rapidly falls apart.
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Lance stared at him expectantly.
Keith raised his brows at him. “And this… is why… we wear helmets! You reckless, stupid-stupidly hot, annoyingly charming—”
“Watch out, guys,” Pidge cut in. “I think Keith’s gonna self-combust trying to compliment Lance and drag him at the same time.”
Lance shoved Keith’s helmet into his chest. “Seriously? Acting like you’re dying, making me feel guilty about taking your helmet off, and you just didn’t wanna say anything nice to me? You’re a dick.” -
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“Am I the only one who believes there’s no way our Keith is in love with someone?” Sitting cross-legged, head in his hand, Lance pouts while twirling a screwdriver. It’s been almost two weeks and he is nowhere closer to figuring out Keith’s mystery crush than he was on day one.
“Probably,” Hunk answers, half listening as he dives back into his tool box for a wrench or pliers or something to fix whatever he and Pidge have been fussing over for the past week.
“What if it’s you?” Lance says it half joking, half not because he’s been through practically everyone on their team and even some of their allies and still sees nothing. But it’s Hunk’s bark of laughter that startles him as he finally sets his full, undivided attention on Lance to say,
“It’s not me he’s in love with.”
(Or, an alien priestess curses Keith to confess to the one he loves and Lance is determined to find out who this mystery person is)
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“What is wrong with your dog?!” Lance shouts, his furious blue eyes narrowed as soapsuds slide down his face. Keith tries his hardest to keep his gaze stuck on Lance’s face, to prevent it from slipping down the glistening, bare skin of his chest that melts into his abs.
“He’s a wolf, not a dog,” he replies. Beside him, Kosmo howls as though he’s agreeing with Keith. Lance shoots a glare at Kosmo and he shuts up promptly. Then his glare turns on Keith and he regrets ever opening his mouth.
“Your cosmic pet drops you into the middle of my shower and that’s what you’re arguing about? The semantics of his species?” he snaps, throwing up an arm in frustration and sending suds flying. One lands on Keith’s hair. “Get out!”
He shrugs, his gaze snagging on Lance’s broad shoulders. “It’s not anything I haven’t seen before.”
“Keith, get out!” he shrieks, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and hurling it at him. Keith manages to duck in time before it slams against the wall where he was standing seconds before.
Five times Kosmo spontaneously teleports Keith to Lance’s side, and the one time Lance returns the favour.
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Split second of darkness. Lance huffing their oxygen in like it is unlimited. Dull thud. That’s definitely going to bruise if he keeps it up.
“Lance,” Keith bit out, without meaning too, “You are kicking me every time you do that. Stop squirming.”
Lance gasped in offense, his voice pitched high and whiny, “I am not kicking you! You just put your legs on my side of the pod!”
Keith took a deep breath through his nose, wasting about one full minute of their oxygen supply. He kept his eyes, dutifully, off Lance’s face. He didn’t want to look at him. He didn’t want to have one of his Lance Freakouts this up-close and personal with the subject of the freakouts.
***Or, Keith and Lance get stuck in a pod, with less than a foot between them. It would be making Keith blush like a schoolgirl, but his blood is rushing elsewhere- the massive hole in his gut he's trying to hide from Lance.
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It should have been impossible. It really, really should have. The two smaller robots were positioned in front of the gladiator, and the gladiator was in motion, and all his vitals should have been hidden. Should have. The knife flung from Lance’s hand, straight and deadly, and it slipped in a narrow gap between one of the robot’s fucking fingers and nailed the gladiator right through the heart. Round complete. Begin next round?
Holy shit.
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Or: Lance is badass, Keith is too gay to handle it, and Shiro is having way too much fun.Also, Keith may or may not have fallen for Lance twice, except before he thought Lance's name was Taylor.