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Burnout these days usually came from working long nights at the Garrison. If Lance from five years ago could see himself today—working part-time to rebuild Earth and full-time as an instructor at the very same institution that gave him his crippling anxieties—he would probably shit a brick. Hell, five years ago he hadn’t even known aliens existed (although he always knew deep down that humans weren’t alone in the universe), and now he’s best friends with multiple! One of which had apparently texted him an hour ago.
Forgoing proper texting procedure due to fatigue and general doneness, Lance tapped on the icon to call back.
“Hello?” a familiar deep rasp answered from the other line.
“Hey, mullet,” Lance replied, pushing aside the papers in front of him to lay his head down on the desk. “What’s cooking?”
In which Lance finds himself ignoring how late it is and indulges himself in pining after Keith. Which becomes slightly more difficult when said object of his affections shows up in the middle of the night to rescue him from paperwork, stress, and the melancholy that came from being away from him.
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“Really?” Lance says instead as he crosses his arms and drags himself closer. “You’re sleeping in your day clothes? Didn’t anybody tell you that’s gross?”
Keith glares but that stupid, cute smile hasn’t fully vanished, almost like he wants to laugh at Lance or maybe this entire situation. “You’d prefer me sleeping naked? Because that’s the only other option. They didn’t lend us pajamas.”
Lance splutters. “First” —he holds up one finger, the middle one— “I didn’t say strip naked. Boxers are perfectly acceptable sleepwear, jerk. And two, I prefer you not sleeping here at all.”
Keith pats the open space next to him. “Come here, scaredy cat. I don’t bite.”
(or the five times Lance “accidentally” kisses Keith and the one time Keith kisses Lance on purpose)
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19 Jul 2025
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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 favor.
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03 Jul 2025
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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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