keithtober💢🎃🔪 day 23: birthday 🎂 🎉 🎁 🎈
a/n: based on this art by @vldlance 🥺 hbd keith idk where i'd be without you. probably i wouldn't exist bc im a kinnie
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content included: birthday messages, well-rested keith, love, emotions, klance, little suggestiveness at the end
Emerging from a rare good night’s rest is, for Keith, like pushing himself through a wall of cotton candy—soft yet sticky, constantly catching on him and begging him to be pulled back into unconsciousness. He resists, though, because he has a feeling that today is important; did Lance say something was happening last night? Nothing rings a bell, but surely once he’s more awake, things will click into place. He doesn’t want to be a bad boyfriend who forgets important dates—
Keith blinks, suddenly sitting up. Wait a minute. There are…things, all around him in his room on the castleship.
Scrubbing his eyes, Keith peers around himself anxiously, thinking of pranks and messes he’ll have to clean up later, and his eyes catch first on a paper garland hanging to his left, made up of alternating knives and black cats. Um, he thinks, squinting his eyes at it, okay…?
Then, a brief glance to the space right next to him finally makes everything fall into place. Underneath one of the paper knives sits two gifts, one wrapped pristinely in purple and another in a blue bag. Above them is a pink sticky note reading romelle made u a cat + knife garland ↑ written in blue ink.
Right, that was the important date. It’s Keith’s birthday.
The mystery event finally decoded, Keith stares around himself further, his heartbeat accelerating with joy at every new, tiny decoration he discovers. Next to him, above the gifts from Shiro (from Shiro, his reads, HBD, kid!) and Lance (for the EMO BOY of my DREAMS) is a simple blue paper-heart with love you, mullet! -L written on it. To his right, there’s a green note in Pidge’s handwriting, saying, your gift is in the training room. start the new “neko program” – Pidge 8)
happy b-day keith. this is a coupon for one free outing with your BF. <3, A, reads another, this time in pink. And underneath those is a large yellow package from Hunk, and a small purple hippopotamus plush with a ribbon on its head from Coran.
A “happy birthday” garland is hung up behind him. Confetti has been sprinkled all around him, covering his bed and, Keith discovers when he absently raises a hand to scratch his head, in his hair too. That realization makes him feel a little stupid for not noticing what was going on until he saw the garland from Romelle. Once he thinks he’s found everything there is to find, though, Keith allows himself a moment for his emotions.
Because, god, is he feeling them.
It’s the first time since his dad died that Keith has woken up to gifts, to an actual celebration of his birthday. More than that, though, is the fact that Keith can look at every single thing in this room and know how much he is cared for, know that he’s loved. It’s not just meaningless required-pleasantries; his friends care, and Keith can see that, from Romelle’s knives and black cats to Pidge’s “neko program.”
Keith Kogane has friends. Friends who want to celebrate the day he was born and appreciate him. That thought alone, nevermind the very tangible gifts sitting on his bed, is enough to make him raise a hand to his face and rub insistently at his eyes, trying to stave away tears of utter happiness.
Keith isn’t given much time to further delve into his feelings, though, because a second later his door is swooshing open, and there’s Lance, with the biggest grin on his face, running toward him and jumping onto his bed with a cheer.
“Hey!” Keith laughs, shoving at Lance as he picks up gifts and moves them aside to make room for himself. “Lance!”
“Happy birthday!” Lance singsongs, smothering Keith with kisses. “I knew you’d be up by now!”
“Get off,” Keith exclaims, his voice hoarse with laughter. Lance starts kissing down Keith’s neck then, though, and that cuts him off with a gasp.
Lance raises his head and gives Keith a smirk. “I’m here to give you your gift, though.”
Keith raises an eyebrow and points to the blue gift still beside him, now a little rustled. “You already did.”
Lance rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean, idiot,” he says fondly, catching one of Keith’s (for once ungloved, since he’s just woke up) hands and pressing a kiss to it, eyes glittery and dark. Keith swallows thickly.
Snorting in amusement, Lance climbs on top of Keith, nudging his legs aside so he can settle in the middle and nuzzle against Keith’s neck.
“Won’t be long, the others are dying to know your reaction,” he murmurs, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of Keith’s neck. Instinctively, Keith angles his head back, gives Lance better access. “But, you know. We can have a little fun.”
“Thank you,” Keith breathes abruptly, surprisingly himself with the sudden amount of genuineness. Lance pulls back, looking a little confused, so Keith elaborates, “For—you know, the gift. And all of this. I’ll thank the others too, but you’re here, and you’re giving me more, so…Thank you. It means—a lot.”
Lance’s eyes swim with emotion, and then he’s crushing Keith with a tight hug that has him coughing against Lance’s shoulder once he’s let go. Then, Lance sniffles a little, and Keith smacks him in the shoulder to try to keep him from crying.
“I love you,” Lance says emphatically, deadly serious. Keith laughs nervously, embarrassed, and looks away. “We all do. We love you.”
Keith swallows and nods, not really in the position to deny a fact that’s being made so abundantly clear to him. His reaction seems to satisfy Lance, though, because he smiles again and goes back to kissing at Keith’s neck, squeezing his hand as he does so.
Keith has never felt so surrounded by love. For once, he’s going to allow himself to enjoy it.
☕️ko-fi - so i can buy myself gifts for my kin bday fsdgdsfgs
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