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Getting a call from Lance while at work was, to say the least, confusing. Keith worked as a cop, mostly doing street patrol and making sure people remained peaceful. Lance never called him at work unless it was an emergency. Which led to the raven-haired man standing inside his home, gazing into his closet. He had been instructed to dress in a comfortable, though nice, set of clothes. Going through his closet led to him choosing a soft, maroon button-up. Rolling the sleeves up some, he fastened it. Black straight pants were next, and the shoes were last. Searching for a pair of black shoes, he ended up throwing all of them out of the closet, eyes roving around for a pair. Lance had, what appeared to be thirty some different pairs that rested in the closet. A half an hour later, and he found a pair. A quick shower refreshed him, dressing up in a pair of sweats and a grey shirt for the time being. Blow-drying his hair was nice, the heat felt good. Combing through it was a bit more difficult, and wrangling it into a nice appearance even more so. He managed it, however. Tying it in a gentle pony-tail, resting at the nape of his neck. A sprit of cologne on his neck and wrists, and he went to the kitchen.

After hunting through the fridge, he pulled a water-bottle out. The cat they had adopted meowed at him from the counter, making Keith chuckle. "Hey Fin, you hungry?" he spoke softly, the house feeling oddly empty without Lance there. Getting the food container from the cabinet, he smiles as the cat rubs against his ankles, recalling fondly how they had found the cat. Fin was a tan and cream-colored cat, having a similar pattern to a cow. Setting the bowl down for Fin, he checked the water. It was still full, meaning Lance had remembered to fill it before he left. Rubbing the back of his neck, he started cleaning up the house. The time Lance had said to be ready was five. It was only four-thirty, meaning he had some time to kill. Cleaning the house wasn't as much as he expected, Lance having left a note inside a couch for him. Reading over it, Keith laughed, his eyes crinkling in amusement at his boyfriends antics.

Keith! I know if your reading this your cleaning! STOP FOR QUIZNACKS SAKE!!! Shower and maybe eat something! Oh and check to see if Fin has any food left too! I love you McMullet!

- Your Beloved Sharpshooter

A giggle escaped him, and Fin meowed questioningly. Keith swore up and down the cat was more human than anything. Letting Fin see it caused the cat to let out a gag, walking away and running up the stairs. Howling laughter escaped him, shoulders shaking. Fin had always done that. A kiss good-bye and he gagged. Any kiss really, caused the cat to act as if it was the worst thing in the world. Setting a timer for 4:50, he flopped on the couch, turning on the TV. It didn't take long for the timer to go off, and he stood up. Walking up the stairs, he admired the pictures on the wall. Memories held within a simple piece of paper. He wouldn't trade them for the world. Several of them were or the other paladins. Shiro laughing, a picture caught just seconds before Lance had tackled him into the lake. Pidge making a face, similar to that a cat would make when they thought their humans where doing something stupid. Hunk caught mid-laugh, pancake batter having splattered on him. Keith smiles, looking over the pictures. This here, this was his family. His gaze landing on one of Allura, standing hunched over, caught with Pidge holding a pillow over their head, ready to smack the princess. Another picture showed Coran, his mustache fried from the electricity that had come off the machine. He snorts, recalling the fond memories. The pictures took up the whole way up the stairs, down the hall. They had put as many pictures as they could, memories caught in a moment. He stopped at a picture of him and Lance, standing at the docks. The dork had shoved him towards the water, and he had grabbed him, dragging him down. The picture showed Keith, his face twisted in surprise, his eyes wide, and Lance, laughing as the two fell towards the water. He chuckled, feeling a sense of fondness wash over him.

Walking into the bedroom, Fin meowed pointedly, and Keith looked over at the cat, raising an eyebrow. The cat sat near his clothes, watching as Keith went about getting ready. Looking at himself, he wondered if he should've chosen blue, but already knew the answer. Lance was a sucker for him in blue, but when he dressed in darker reds, the blue paladin had difficulty talking, let alone flirting with him. He smiles, then grabs a black flat jacket. Going back down the stairs, he sighed, settling onto the couch. Waiting for Lance's next instructions wasn't as fun as he had hoped.

The doorbell rang, and he stood up, his eyebrows going up. As far as he knew, they didn't have any packages delivered today, and he couldn't recall anyone saying they were going to come over. Opening the door, his eyes widened. Shiro stood there, dressed in a simple tuxedo that he'd had for years. Smiling at Keith, he spoke. "Well, Lance sent me. You ready?" Keith stuttered, then frowned, "Lance sent you for what?" Shiro's laugh echoed into the house, so simple yet Keith's mind screamed that his brother was here. It had been months since the last time they'd seen each other, since the last time they'd all hung out. "For your ride, of course!" Shiro's smile was wide, and clued Keith in that he knew something about what was going on. However, he didn't ask, just wrapped him in a hug. Shiro hugged back, letting his arms settle around Keith. Walking to the car they both talked, telling each other of the last few months. The drive there was nice, the two of them talking with music playing in the background. By the time they made it to their destination, Keith was all but bouncing in his seat, anxiety starting to fill his chest.

"Hey, Keith. Don't worry too much about tonight, alright? Things will be okay." Shiro's smile was nice, a broad set. The twinkle in his eyes was there too. Keith let himself relax in his seat, nerves still feeling frayed but much more relaxed. Arriving to the area took Keith's breath away.

The trees stood tall, and he could catch a glimpse of a river. Several picnic tables where there as well. But Shiro drove past them, heading deeper into the park. It easily took another half an hour of driving, but it was worth it. Arriving at a little meadow in the woods, Keith stepped out. It was dark at this point, fairy lights strewn across the area. It would have easily taken hours of setting up, the lights going back and forth above them. It lit the area beautifully, and Keith couldn't help but laugh softly. "Keith, follow the blue lights. I'll see you later." Shiro whispered, mildly startling him. A hug farewell, and Keith turned back around. Finding the blue light was a simple task, but took a bit to find out where it went. Following it onto a trail, he grinned. The trail had been walked through recently, broken twigs cleared from the path.

Several minutes of following the lights, and Keith ended up entering another clearing, lights again strewn throughout the area. The blue lights his hand had been touching change to red, and a moment of looking lead him to another path. Following the path, it steered sharply downhill. His feet skid slightly a couple times, but he made it to the end without falling. Turning around a corner left him gapping. The area was well lit by a mix of fairy lights, glowing flowers, and candles. Lance stood by a table, looking nervously at his watch. Walking up soundlessly, Keith wrapped his arms around him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder gently. Lance startled, but relaxed quickly, turning and smiling at Keith. His mouth dropped. the dark red standing so beautifully against his pale skin. The hair that wouldn't go into the ponytail framed Keith's face, dark violet eyes watching him. Lance's breath stuttered, but his lips curled into a smile.

Lance himself was dressed neatly. Grey slacks, black shoes, a simple blue button up with a grey jacket. It still did wonders against his skin, the grey bringing out his eyes and the blue accenting his skin. Taking Keith's hand, pulling him close, both relished the moment. It didn't last too long, however, as Lance pulled away gently. "Mi amor, why do you always look so devishly handsome?" Keith chuckles, letting their laced hands twin together more firmly. "To make you gap. It works, does it not?" he muffles a snicker as Lance snaps his mouth shut, face flushing a bit more. Lance shakes his head lightly, laughing softly. Guiding Keith over to the table, pulling his chair out. Keith smiles at him, giving Lance a small, soft kiss. He was thankful he had remembered to moisturize his lips, the soft press pleasant. Settling into the chair, he let Lance push his chair closer to the table. Words caught in his throat, and he fought down a brief wave of tears. Lance's hand touching his brought him out of his thoughts. Blue eyes observed his own, watching him carefully. Content with what he found, Lance laced their hands more thoroughly, thankful he could eat fluently with both hands. "So, is this what you've been doing today?" Keith almost whispers, the soft music is the air, the atmosphere, he didn't want to break it. Lance smiles, melting Keith's heart. "Yeah, I had some help though. Can't take all the credit." his grin was contagious, Keith's own mouth grinning in response. Blue met violet, and they held eye contact. It was like someone had cloaked them in their own little world, away from the rest of the universe. Their breathes unconsciously matching each other, hands tightening around the others. The song changed again, but the two of them didn't notice. Lance was the first to move, sucking in air lightly, pulling back slightly to get out of his chair. Their hands never left each other’s. Pulling Keith from his chair, he guided them over to the platform.

The water glistened from the lights, shining around them. The flowers glowed brighter as the two began to slow dance. Lance hums softly, pulling Keith up against him. Holding him there, he laced his fingers more thoroughly with Keith's. It was such a simple movement, yet to the two of them it meant the world. Silent communication was key when they were paladins, and they still used it. A simple shift, a tentative touch. So simple, yet it meant so much to them. Dancing seemed like mere minutes, and yet hours in the same way. In reality, the two easily danced for two hours, the songs melding into one another, letting the dancers get lost within each other. Twirling Keith around, he pulled him back into his arms. "Close your eyes, mi hermosa mariposa." Lance spoke so softly, his lips right by Keith's ear. The warmth of his breath caused a shiver to go through him, the nickname Lance used settling against his mind. Closing his eyes, he felt him move away. Not far, though, as the warmth in the air was still there. "You can open now, mi pequeño gatito." Keith snorts softly, knowing a little bit of Spanish had been helpful. Opening his eyes, his breath was torn from his lips.

Lance was knelt on one knee, blue eyes gazing into Keith's. A smile splayed on his lips, and he opens a box within his hand. The ring inside was fairly simple, yet beautiful at the same time. The breath refused to move from his lungs, and he stood frozen there, tears brimming in his eyes, yet refusing to fall out.

“I know we’ve only been dating for maybe two years, but I’ve loved you through all of them. I loved you before we started dating, before I fully understood what I felt. Your beauty, your grace. You in your entirety caught my eye. I know I used to always flirt, with whomever came around. But you where different. You….. I couldn’t lose you. I couldn’t stand the thought of messing up and the one person who made me feel alive, leaving. I was so scared, losing you just…. It could never happen. I wouldn’t allow it to.” Lance sucked in some air gently, breathing slowly. Keith could feel his lip wobble slightly. “It’s why Pidge forced my hand. Why we ended up in the closet. Why she placed truth blooms in there. Their the reason we told each other. And I cannot ever thank them enough. I wouldn’t have gotten you without them. You, Kogane, mean so much to me. I thought we had lost you when Red stopped attacking the Marmora base. Hunk had to restrain me from rushing in. When you came back with Shiro, I was so relieved. I don’t ever want to feel that again, ever. Since that day, in the closet, we’ve grown closer. Im so happy you’ve let me into your heart, pequeño ninja. I would be so lost without you, lost in an ocean that I would never make it out off.” Lance exhales softly, gazing at Keith lovingly. “Keith Yurak Kogane, will you remain by my side forever?” Keith’s tears spilled over, rushing down him face. Lance’s eyes were worried, watching the other carefully. It didn’t matter though, as Keith yanked Lance to his feet, crushing him in a kiss. Lance held him gently, running a hand soothingly down his back. Breaking away breathelessly, Keith nodded. Slipping the ring onto his hand, Lance took it and kissed the back of it, letting Keith lean heavily against him. “Nunca te dejaré ir, mi valiente gatito.”

They both fell into the bed, changed into pajamas. Lance combed fingers through Keith’s hair, humming a lullaby. He never thought it would go the way things went. Although he drove Keith straight home instead of the intended area, which was Pidge’s home, he couldn’t help but smile. Texting the others to let them know things went well, thanking them for helping him set things up. It was quite, at first. Then everyone seemed to text back at once, letting him know that it was no problem and that they would do it any day. When provoked by Pidge as to what caused them to go straight home, he just answered by telling them Keith was tired and work had been rough. Plugging in his phone, he rolled over to press closer to Keith. It was a simple movement, but Keith, half conscious, rolled closer as well. His breath fanned across Lance’s neck. Arm thrown over the others body. “Te quiero. Muchísimo. No quiero que me dejes nunca, cariño. Significas mucho para mí. Sé que no puedes entender lo que digo ahora, y que el sueño te está quitando el conocimiento. Pero que sepas siempre que te quiero, y que siempre lucharé por tenerte a mi lado. Buenas noches, cariño mío.”

Here's some Klance fluff I wrote yesterday! ^.^

btw your really cool!

Awwwwwwww so cute! I didn't have time to read this in the morning, but as soon as I realized it was a fic I started giggling maniacally.

This is so cute!!!!!!!!! Thank you for the fluff, it made my day.

And thank you, you're so cool too!

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