Thinking about how quickly Kylo slid into that force bond with Rey.
She shot at him and he sprinted after her to be like, ‘omg 🤭 what’s going on here?’ Dude where is your lightsaber? Isn’t that an enemy?
‘You’re in her dms, I’m her dyad in the force. We are not the same’
Rey: Cuts his face and leaves him for dead in the woods
Kylo as soon as he sees Rey again: 🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻🧍🏻
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Keith inhaled quietly as he took in the smells and sights of the beach. He’d landed just an hour ago, and had spent the time since then covering himself in sunscreen and changing into beach gear. He wasn’t so much of a fan of the beach, but that wasn’t why he was there. Today, he’d promised Lance to meet him on this beach planet. All of the tasks from the Blade he was skipping sort of replayed in his mind in the background. He couldn’t shut it down, couldn’t stem the flow of anxiety that came with taking a “break.”
But.
Lance wanted this. Keith hadn’t seen him truly joyful since the end of the war, and maybe he was a softy, a sucker, or weak. He just knew he’d do anything to see Lance smile again.
“Keith!” Keith jolted up as if the sand burned his bare feet. Lance was running to him, steps clumsy and large (probably due to his legs, which were illegally long in Keith’s opinion).
Keith smiled, turning to face him.
“Hey—“ he froze. Lance. Wasn’t. Stopping. Oh, shit. With all of the Grace Lance McClain possessed— approximately none— he crashed directly into Keith’s chest and wrapped his arms around his waist.
They promptly toppled into the sand. Keith winced, already feeling a bruise in his hip, the sun from above now directly in his eyes.
“Keith, you made it.” Holy fucking shit, if that didn’t make Keith pause and suck in a breath as he reassessed their position. Because now Lance was directly over him, arms on either side of Keith’s head, blue eyes directly meeting his own. Keith shuddered as a wave lapped at their tangled legs.
“Of course I did,” Keith said, hating the warmth that was obvious in his voice. “I promised, didn’t I?” He ignored the flush rising to his face.
Lance laughed, rolling off of him and flopping directly on the line where ocean met shore. Keith felt himself breathe again.
“That you did, Samurai,” Lance agreed, lazily watching Keith sit up on his hands. Keith noticed the water spiraling up to Lance’s ears, but also… huh.
“Is your hair… curly?” Keith asked sharply. Lance turned his head away in embarrassment.
“Uh, yeah.” Lance worried at his bottom lip. Keith actively did not notice. “It’s always been pretty curly. I just didn’t have the products to take care of it in space. I’ve been using them more, lately, and the salt water also makes it a lot more noticeable. Why, is it bad?” Lance reached up a hand to touch the place where Keith’s hand was reaching out to a loose strand, and Keith yanked his hand away, because he hadn’t realized his hand was in Lance’s hair.
“No, no,” Keith mumbled, the heat getting to him. “It’s good. Nice. More you, if that makes sense.”
Lance covered his face with his hands. “Oh my god, yeah, it does. You’re killing me, Kogane. What’s gonna happen when I get sun freckles?! Gonna poke those?!”
“Maybe,” Keith admitted. Lance squawked.
“Fuck off, that’s a stupid joke, you have no sense of humor,” Lance replied with an awkward grin. Keith tried to reflect it.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Pretty stupid.”
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