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Lance has not had a lucky dating life ever since his last girlfriend left him over a year ago. His last date is a prime example of just how well all his other dates had gone. It started out as a normal night, a walk in the local park in the late evening hours, only for him to be kidnapped, robbed and tied to a tree in the nearby forest.

His date, Nyma, a deceitfully sweet forest fairy, didn’t even have the decency to leave his phone. Hunk had to cast a tracking spell to find him. On any other day, Lance could have simply destroyed the ties with his strength and run after Nyma. That might as well have been the first time he cursed the new moon. His strength is that of a human with skinny, chicken-arms on those days and the ties were laden in fairy magic.

So why, after going through all that trouble for a mugging, would he agree to a blind date, with a human no less? Well, Lance had a soft spot for people with dogs.

It all started when Pidge invited him and Hunk to hang out at the local park. Lance was not very keen on hanging out in the same place where he had been kidnapped just the week before. That is, until Pidge showed up with a huge dog, might as well have been a wolf, trailing happily behind her.

Its name was Kosmo, he later learned. Pidge had said she was dog-sitting for a friend, a guy their same age named Keith. Pidge explained how he’d found Kosmo abandoned behind a dumpster and had taken him in and Lance was immediately gone.

With a knowing smirk she’d said “You know...he’s actually gay.”

And although Lance had to agree to doing her laundry for three months to get her to set them up, he doesn’t regret it one bit.

Now that he’s getting ready for the date though, he feels nervous. He doesn’t dare hope for this date to go well in case he ends up jinxing it.

He fumbles with the buttons of his light blue button-up t-shirt, straightening down any creases that formed. He looks himself over in the mirror and fixes the pockets of his dark jeans. He snaps a quick picture of his outfit and sends it to the group-chat. A reply pops up immediately and he smiles, chuckling at the thumbs up and fire emojis from Hunk. His eyes linger on the message fondly, “You can do it, man!”. He snorts as a message from Pidge shows up, no words, just a series of laundry basket and clothes emojis.

He locks his phone and with one last look in the full-length mirror he’s off to his date.

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They are meeting at a local coffee shop in the city center.

Pidge somehow convinced him to go on a date with someone he doesn’t know. She said his name was Lance and that he was a decent guy. Supposedly he’s a good friend of hers. He figures if Pidge tolerates him he’s probably not that bad to be around.

He wasn’t sure about it at first. It’s not like he’s actively trying to find a partner at this time of his life, but Pidge seemed adamant it would do him some good and she wouldn't accept any arguments against that.

He’s sitting at one of the low tables in the coffee shop, waiting for his date to arrive. He arrived at the location a few minutes early. Pidge didn’t tell him much about the guy, other than that he was quite sociable. It makes a small pit of anxiety simmer in his stomach. He’s not the most outgoing person there is, he’s not even that good at talking to people. He doesn’t not like people. He just prefers to hang out with people he knows and this Lance guy is a complete mystery.

A movement by the entrance catches his eye and when he turns his breath hitches in his throat. A guy his age is standing at the entrance. He’s dressed nicely. His shirt compliments his warm skin tone and brings out the bright blue of his irises. His eyes roam the room, looking for something and as they meet Keith’s they subtly get wider. Keith sees him hesitate and it makes his head race with thoughts, all along the lines of Oh no, is there something wrong with how I look? With my hair? but then the guy is smiling and making his way towards Keith.

“Are you Keith?” he asks once he’s him front of Keith.

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“Are you Keith?” he asks the stranger and wow, he thinks, he looks even better than from a distance, Pidge didn’t warn him about this.

The guy, Keith, nods with a tentative smile and gestures towards the seat in front of him. Lance smiles wider at that. It means he hasn’t been rejected jet.

It’s silent for a little while and Lance takes this time to observe Keith’s features. They’re sharp but his expression is gentle, although a bit nervous. His hair is styled into a shaggy mullet that would look bad on anyone else. He’s wearing a black leather jacket and some black jeans with a bright red shirt underneath. And then there’s his eyes, dark and inviting and- purple, his mind supplies.

He realizes he’s been staring too long when the other clears his throat and he immediately flushes and looks away. When he looks back there’s a small blush on the other guy’s cheeks as well.

Way to make it immediately awkward on a first date, Lance. Good job!

Before he can berate himself further the waitress approaches them to get their orders, temporarily saving them from the awkward moment. He orders a cappuccino with a shot of vanilla and a croissant while his date orders a large macchiato and a chocolate-chip-cookie. His voice is calm and warm and like the smell of almonds, subtle but nice.

When the waitress leaves they’re temporarily lulled back into silence, neither of them sure of what to say.

“So…” he looks up when he hears Keith’s voice. He's looking around awkwardly while he scratches his neck “What has Pidge told you about me?”

Alright. He can work with that question. He puts on his best genuine smile and answers honestly “Absolutely nothing other than that you’ve got a dog. And honestly? I was sold.”

This takes the other off-guard for a second as a pink blush creeps its way up his face, his mouth hanging open. But then he smiles, raising a playful eyebrow “Oh? Well she didn’t tell me anything about you so, I have to know what I’m getting myself into.”

And so Lance tells him about himself. About how he likes to swim and used to do it competitively. He tells him he’s in college majoring in English literature and that he aspires to be a teacher some day. He talks to Keith about his family, about how he met Pidge and how he should meet Hunk some day. He blushes a bit at the allusion to wanting another date but Keith doesn’t seem to mind.

He tells Lance about his own family. His dad owns a small car-repair shop and his mom’s a martial arts instructor. He has an older brother named Shiro who’s studying to become an airplane pilot.

He learns that Keith is studying to become a graphic designer and that he likes to draw and paint in his free time. He also learns that he has a small obsession with cryptids and the supernatural and, just to himself, he thinks of the irony of that.

The time ticks by way too quickly while they talk animatedly away for hours. Lance finds himself really enjoying the feeling of being on a date that's actually going well for the first time in a very long time. By the time they look out of the window during a lull in their conversation the autumn sun has already gone down and the moon shines low in the sky.

They walk up to the counter to pay. The cashier gives them their split bill but before Lance can offer to pay for both of them, Keith has already beat him to it.

“Here, I’ll pay for both of us.” he says as he hands the cashier a banknote.

“What?” he said, playfully faking outrage with a smile “No, no, no. I’ll pay for us.”

“It’s fine, really. You can pay for us next time.” he says with a flirty, playful grin and Lance’s heart just about explodes. It’s his turn now to blush as he just nods with a small smile.

When they exit the cafè they part, but not before a few sweet parting words and not without the promise of a second date.

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It’s been a little over a month since their first date and since then they’ve gone on many more. They’ve even just hung out casually at each other’s houses and Keith finally met Hunk. Like Lance suspected, he immediately fell in love with his cooking. Everyone always does. Hunk is a genius and he didn’t choose culinary school over engineering for nothing.

Everything is going great between them, just great.

But now, as he finds himself at Keith’s house, retching over the toilet bowl after accidentally eating a chocolate chip cookie thinking it was raisins, he considers the fact that he should probably tell Keith about him being a werewolf at some point. If anything, it could help them move further with their relationship. Last week he had to abruptly cancel their date because he realized way too late that it was a full moon. Thank god Keith had been busy the days before so he wasn’t there to witness Lance’s swinging moods and increased hairiness.

Just the thought of telling Keith though sends a shiver down his spine. This is the happiest he’s felt in a while and also the least hopeless he’s felt in a whole year. He is dating someone and for once it's going amazing and he doesn’t want to lose that.

He is reminded of his immediate situation when another bout of nausea causes him to barf up the last of his lunch. Keith is right behind his, rubbing his back affectionately and whispering ‘It’s okay’s into his ear and despite the nausea he finds himself smiling at the warm tingle that spreads through his back where Keith’s hand is touching him.

That must have been the last one because immediately afterwards he starts to feel better, the nausea withering away fairly quickly.

“Well, I thing that was all of it.” he croaks out, his voice rough from the vomiting.

Keith is still holding him and he helps Lance up. They walk back to the living room in silence. Lance is still trembling and Keith helps him sit down, squeezing his hand reassuringly and kissing his cheek before moving to the kitchen and reemerges less than a minute later with a hot mug of tea and a blanket. He wonders for a second how he’d managed to get all of that so quickly but then Keith is moving towards him with a worried expression and he forgets all about it.

“Drink slowly.” he says handing the mug off to lance before wrapping the blanket around his shoulders and sitting down beside him. Lance takes a small sip.

“What happened?” he asked “Was it something you ate?”

Lance considers telling him for a second. He’s about to spill his life’s biggest secret, but then panic sets in and he settles for “I’m...allergic to chocolate.”

Keith frowns, obviously confused, but he doesn’t say anything so Lance elaborates.

“I ate one of the cookies. I thought the brown things were raisins, but then they weren’t and I didn’t want to disgust you by spitting them out. I guess that would’ve probably been better than this.” he chuckles without mirth and looks down “I’m sorry. I ruined our date today.”

“No you didn’t.” Lance looks at him uncertainly. Keith sighs before continuing “You didn’t ruin anything. It would have been better for you if you had told me beforehand though. Then I wouldn’t have offered you the cookies.”

Keith’s smile is genuine. He leans over to kiss him and it’s like most casual kisses they’ve had, short but sweet. Only when he leans back his face is scrunched up at the bad smell and taste and Lance can’t help but snort at the adorably funny expression on his boyfriend’s face. Keith frowns indignantly at him but then he’s laughing along and Lance wouldn’t have it any other way.

He can almost forget all about the secret he’s keeping from Keith.

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Lance is acting weirdly.

It has been three months since the chocolate incident at Keith’s apartment and ever since then, Keith’s made sure to not give Lance any more chocolate and to ask Lance if he could eat something before offering it to him. Turns out there are a lot of foods he can’t eat, onions, garlic and walnuts being at the top of the list. Lance has lamented about not being able to eat his mother’s garlic knots anymore but has offered to take Keith home to try some some time. That made his whole chest explode with warmth and affection and maybe something else…but he isn’t ready to give that a name yet.

Not when Lance has been acting the way he’s been acting lately. At first Keith had chalked it up to nerves. Lance had told him about how all of his dates in the past year had ended in some sort of horrible way and maybe Lance just didn’t want the same thing happening to their relationship.

But then the weird behavior only increased after that day.

One time Lance invited him to his house for a dinner date. Hunk had gone out on a date with his girlfriend Shay. Keith had gone into the bathroom and left Lance to cook in the kitchen by himself. When he came back he caught Lance eating pieces of the raw steak he was using to make goulash. He remembers the terrified expression on Lance’s face when he saw him in the entryway to the kitchen. The awkward silence that fell between them before Lance cried out that it was a diet his doctor had recommended for him.

“For my iron deficiency, works like a charm!” Lance was smiling his usual wide grin, but Keith could see through it. He saw how nervous he looked, his eyes begging Keith to drop it.

And he did. After the incident they went back to their usual antics as if nothing happened. It has been eating away at Keith’s mind ever since. Well, this along with the fact that Lance looks two seconds from dashing after a car – barely able to hold back - any time one passes by unexpectedly. Or the fact that once a month, without fail, he’ll avoid Keith for a few days, telling him he’s too busy and acting as if nothing happened afterwards.

Actually, scratch his previous statement it’s been driving him insane.

He’s been too scared to ask about it because what if Lance thinks he’s too clingy? Especially since, despite these hiccups, their relationship has been smooth sailing. Keith has never felt such strong feelings for someone. He’s never gone on such beautiful fulfilling dates before. Never felt so full of happiness and affection as when he’s with Lance. He's been wanting to ask Lance to move on together for a while now.

If Lance is hiding something or isn’t ready to tell him something, Keith won’t force him to.

Besides, he would be a bit of a hypocrite if he did.

He chuckles bitterly at that as he pours the last of his ground up valerian root to put into his sleeping potion. Pidge asked him to make her something against her insomnia. The potion only works as a temporary fix, but it does offer some great nights’ worth of sleep. He’s still waiting for the stones he ordered to arrive so that he can make her something more consistent.

In the meantime, he has to put up with a grumpy gremlin.

He stirs one last time before grabbing an empty vial and pouring the potion into it. He’ll give it to Pidge next time he sees her again.

He frowns slightly and grimaces when he notices the conditions his his kitchen is in. Sadly he can't make the kitchen clean itself (Yet! Just you wait, Shiro!) so he quickly gets started on putting away his ingredients.

He misses his mum’s workshop, full of ingredients of any kind and books on magic that shouldn’t even be possible. Living in a tiny one bedroom apartment doesn’t leave much extra room for anything.

He sighs as he gets to work. His thoughts from earlier long forgotten.

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Lance is almost sure that Keith wants to dump him. The next full moon is coming up in just a few days. Usually Lance would brush it off until the very last day but lately it’s been getting harder and harder to not give into his instincts and just wolf out early. He read somewhere that it’s because the moon is closer to earth than it usually is and so its power is stronger. This has the unwanted side effects of Lance growing wolf canines, fur and claws one week too early and being generally un-presentable to society.

He's had to turn down any invites to hang out from Keith for the past week and the month before was the same. He's pretty sure Keith thinks he's a shitty boyfriend. Not not mention the days of the full moon where he's had to completely ignore Keith.

Today though, he feels worse than he's felt in a while. His bones hurt and a pounding headache is spreading from the back of his head to the front. He feels sick, weak almost.

He's asked Hunk to take notes for him in class and Allura was very understanding when he told her he couldn't come to work at the charms shop for the week. She told him she'd ask a friend to fill in, another witch.

His phone lights up on the couch beside him when a message comes in. It's from Keith. Lance's eyes light up at the sight of his name but the joy quickly falters and dread sets in when he reads what it says.

Are you home? I'm coming over.

He realizes two things in that moment. One, there's no way to avoid Keith this time. His stomach churns uncomfortably.

He thinks of the possibility of Keith finding out that he's a werewolf and Lance having no control over it. What if he tells someone? What if he alerts a hunter?

It's hard to avoid the small part of his mind that's yelling at him that Keith is coming to tell him he wants to break up. To tell him how much of an inattentive boyfriend he is.

Two, a dark pair of ears is now sitting on top of his head and he groans, quickly scrambling to find a hat that he can use to hide them.

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As he leaves his apartment complex, Keith looks up at the moon shining brighter than usual in the dark night sky. It isn't quite full yet and Keith is looking forward to the full moon tomorrow. Being a witch who gets his magic from the moon can be limiting at times, but with how close the moon is, he'll have a lot of magic to spare for the next months.

He barely arrived home from his shift at Allura's charms shop - he was filling in for an employee who had gotten sick - and now he's heading to Lance's house. In the past few days he's thought about telling Lance that he wants to move in together. To do that, he realized, he has to tell Lance that he's a witch.
The thought of that makes his head spin in anticipation. Knowing himself he would probably try to run away at the last second to avoid telling Lance. This time he didn't want to. He'd chain his feet to Lance's couch if it means they can finally let Lance know how he feels.

He arrives at Lance's apartment complex ten minutes later and rings the bell.

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Lance can’t stop pacing around his apartment. Thoughts of rejection and of another heartbreak hammer incessantly at his skull. It doesn’t help that he’s starting to feel dizzy.

A large, woolen hat sits on his head, covering his ears and a long scarf that he found stuffed in the darkest corner of his closet hangs haphazardly around his neck. He’s wearing a pair of gloves that will hopefully hide his claws. Despite all the precautions he’s taken, his elongated canines still show and his eyes could start shining yellow at any moment. He’s screwed, there’s no way Keith won’t find out.

The ringing of the door bell interrupts his thoughts and he goes to buzz Keith in before he can talk himself out of it. He opens the front door and waits nervously for Keith to make his way up the stairwell.

As soon as Keith is stepping onto the landing, Lance’s breath catches in his throat, just like it always does. Just like it did on their first meeting. He can’t help but think how ethereal Keith looks tonight, though. His whole presence seems to shine with a light of its own and his eyes are brighter, almost like the moon itself.

He distantly wonders if it’s Keith that’s pulling his breaths out of his lungs on purpose. He suddenly feels very cold and a cold sweat runs down his spine.

Some sort of discomfort must show on his face because Keith’s expression promptly changes into a look of worry. He doesn’t question it and instead asks: “Can we talk?”

And it’s the way he says it, clearly nervous and almost resigned. He’s fidgeting and he’s looking anywhere but at Lance. His heart breaks in that moment. He knows what’s coming and it makes him nauseous just thinking about it. It makes him want to finally give into his werewolf instincts and go live in a forest forever, away from anyone and anything.

Despite this he nods and lets Keith in. He leads them both to the couch to sit down and Lance has to grab onto the armrest to keep himself from falling, a suddenly feeling lightheaded. The room around him is starting to become fuzzy. He tries to focus on Keith who’s sitting in front of him.

“So...I-I need to tell you something. I-…to….a-...wi-…” Keith is talking but the words are cutting off and Lance can barely make out his voice. His vision is getting more and more blurry with dark spots floating around and a single light source that’s slowly fading out. His eyes grow heavier and heavier and with a sudden overwhelming feeling, everything goes dark.

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Keith sees the moment Lance’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he passes out, effectively cutting off his rambling. He’s stunned, frozen into place for a few seconds before it all sinks in and he’s hurriedly shuffling to Lance’s side.

His hand darts out to feel his temperature on his forehead. Keith had seen that Lance wasn’t in top shape when he arrived and the more than burning body heat was enough proof.

Hell, he just fainted, you idiot.

He mentally berates himself. He props Lance’s feet up on the armrest of the couch and tries not to panic. He has no idea what to do, having no experience whatsoever with human illnesses.

He’d have to call someone, a doctor maybe. Maybe he could try getting his temperature down?

He reaches for the hat and tried to pull it off without pulling at his hair but his hand hits something else that makes Lance’s entire body flinch. Surprised, he pulled off the hat completely, only to be met with two dark, twitching ears. Confusion washes over him. Lance should be human but he’s got… He pulls off his gloves and is greeted by the sight of sharp -claws?

A shiver then wracks through Lance’s whole body and a less than human whine escapes his throat. Keith sees the moment his mouth opens, two unnaturally long sets of canines sticking out of his mouth.

Then it hits him.

“Lance is a werewolf.”

It makes so much sense. It explains why he was always avoiding Keith at certain times of the month, why he acts so much like an excitable dog sometimes, why he can’t eat certain foods.

Equal parts relief and fear wash over him. He’s relieved he doesn’t have to worry about telling Lance that he’s a witch anymore. If Lance hasn’t told him he’s a werewolf yet, he probably still doesn’t know that Keith is a witch though.

Now is not the time to dwell on it. He has no idea what is causing Lance to be ill. It doesn’t seem like food poisoning or anything that could affect his human part.

Something is causing him to wolf out early, but at the same time he’s weak and feverish and it’s only a partial transformation. Werewolves’ powers are strictly tied to the moon-

His eyes widen and a light bulb goes on in his head. That’s it! Werewolves’ powers are tied to the moon, if there’s anything off with its cycle it can cause them to go array. The moon’s been bigger and closer to earth lately, its augmented power has caused Lance to get moon-sick.

It’s not the first time he’s treated something like this, but he needs some ingredients quickly or else this could get really bad really fast.

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Lance slowly cracks his eyes open and is forced to shut them immediately when a bright light blinds him. He can hear muffled voices around him and a soft, warm pressure on his forehead. His head is propped up on something and as his hearing clears, and the voices begin to sound more familiar, he recognizes one in particular, one that leaves him tasting almonds.

He freezes up, the memories of earlier - the night before? - resurfacing and suddenly he’s jolting upright. His eyes are still closed when his head collides with something decidedly hard.

It knocks him back down and it makes his head spin making him feel disoriented for a moment. Distantly he hears a groan and a hiss coming from just a few centimeters above him. He hears a scoff from the other side of the room and a sympathetic ‘ooh’ from just a few meters away.

The sounds around him are sharp and loud, his sense of hearing is running on two hundred percent and he can faintly feel his wolf ears flicking nervously in the direction of every sound. A chair scraping from across the room, a murmured ‘shit’ and hushed ‘be quiet’. It makes him flinch slightly every time.

Then the pressure on his forehead returns and he once again feels the heat radiating from it. It tingles slightly but then the hand moves to massage his scalp and lightly fidget with his hair. As if a spell had been cast his body immediately goes lax and the sounds quiet down to their normal volumes.

For a second he forgets why he was freaking out earlier.

That second doesn’t last long. This time however, he doesn’t feel the need to freak out. Something about the calming touch, the familiar voice whispering, almost incomprehensible strings of ‘It’s okay’s and the heat and foreign affection spreading through his chest and body told him it was going to be fine.

He tries to pry his eyes open once again, this time slowly. His vision is slightly blurry, but as the dark blur in front of his face turns into the smiling and slightly worried face of his boyfriend Lance feels his heart swells.

“What happened?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

Keith’s smile only falters slightly at the question and he opens his mouth to answer.

Before he can utter a single word, another voice cuts him off “You got moon-sick and almost died.”

Lance sputters at that and turns to look at his friend. She wore an almost evil grin.

“It would have been a rather disappointing ending to our bet if you had died.” she continues.

“Pidge!” Hunk hissed from beside her.

“What?” she shrugs. Grin still on her face.

“Wait what bet? You made a bet?”

“Of course you made a bet about us,” he and Keith said at the same time.

To their chagrin this only made her grin widen.

“Never mind that,” Keith said finally before turning back to Lance – who just realized his head is propped up on Keith’s lap – “how are you feeling?”

Lance didn’t realize earlier how utterly exhausted and weak he feels. His head hurts and he feels like he could fall back asleep any minute now. Keith’s hands have stopped moving and are now resting in his hair but the heat from before is still present at least.

“Like I got run over by a truck, if that truck was playing an obnoxious country song on repeat, like, right into my ear.” he answers bluntly.

His statement gets an amused snort from Keith. Despite how shitty he feels, a warm contentedness fills his chest when he looks at Keith. His smile fills a hole inside his chest, it completes him. Keith completes him.

He realizes in this moment that he wouldn’t mind staying like this, with his head on Keith’s lap and Keith’s hands in his hair, for the rest of his life.

When his eyes meet Keith’s purple ones, getting lost in them, he remembers what he’d been meaning to ask Keith for a while now.

An awkward cough severs the moment. Lance’s cheeks flare up slightly when he looks up only to meet Pidge’s knowing look and Hunks supportive smile. From the corner of his vision he sees that Keith’s cheeks are just as red as his.

“Well,” Pidge says after an awkward pause “since you’re fine and all, Hunk and I are just gonna go.”

She got up, grabbing one of Hunk’s sleeves before trying to pull him with her.

“What? No, Pidge wait why?” he tries to pull her back before looking back at the two on the couch “What if Lance feels ill all of a- ooh.”

Lance is utterly confused as to what is going on and looking up at Keith, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion, he doesn’t seem to be faring any better.

“Right” Pidge says to no one in particular when Hunk gives her an understanding nod.

“We’ll just be on our way.”

They both hurry to the door. Lance and Keith watch them as they scurry off.

“Bye, Lance! Bye, Keith!” Hunk yells from the door.

“Bye, losers!”

They hear a defeated sigh from Hunk and a devilish cackle before the door is slammed shut and they’re suddenly plunged into silence.

Keith’s hands fidget in his hair and Lance can feel his nervousness seeping through them. Come to think of it, how was he doing that? This small connection he feels, it feels distinctly like magic, but how is that possible?

“I thought you were human?” he says before he can stop himself and his eyes widen. Yet he can’t bring himself to regret it.

Keith’s gaze snaps to him in surprise before a sheepish smile breaks out on his face “Nope, I’m a witch. Although I thought you were human until last night...I was...obviously wrong.”

Lance can’t help but laugh at that and Keith looks at him, with an eyebrow raised in question and amusement.

“God, if I’d known…”

“Were you ever gonna tell me?”

Keith suddenly says, a serious expression on his face.

“Of course I was,” he answers honestly “it’s a bit hard telling someone that their boyfriend turns into a big, scary wolf once a month though. Were you?”

“I was actually coming to tell you last night.”

“Oh…” he answers dumbly, a small pit of guilt forming in his gut. His boyfriend was trying to make active steps to bring them closer while he was just trying to avoid him.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you earlier.” he says.

“Lance, look at me!” Keith says softly and Lance turns to look at him. He’s temporarily blinded by the genuine affection and gentle expression Keith is giving him.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. At least now we both know and in future we can learn from this and try to communicate better.”

Lance nodded and a thought from before sprung to the forefront of his mind. It’s something he’s wanted to ask for a long while and maybe, just maybe Keith has been thinking the same.

“Do you want to move in together?” he blurts out.

Keith’s eyes widen comically before his grin becomes blinding and he happily shouts “YES!”

His cheeks quickly redden from embarrassment and he reels his excitement back slightly, clearing his throat, before repeating “Yes, I would like that very much.”

This prompts Lance to snort while Keith tries to glare at him. It doesn’t last long before they’re both happily laughing and smiling and Lance can’t help but think that he will never get tired of Keith’s smile.