Ughhhhhhhhhhh I am so upset and confused. Okay so I tried to post this earlier but for some reason it only posted half of my writing so I am very sorry to the anon Viv!
Thankfully, I had already uploaded the writing and the prompt to A03 so I can get it all back.
I do apologize I don’t know what happened.
Prompt: Ok so Keith and Lance slowly get more how -do I put this- visible with their feelings for eachother. Everyone else can see Lance's blush when Keith calls him Prettyboy while being 2 inches from his face but Keith ignores it. Same way reversed too. The team watch as Lance runs and hugs Keith after a battle while trying not to laugh at Keith's very very visible "AHH MY CRUSH IS HUGGING ME" face.
- Viv
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They say two people pinning for each other can be the most painful thing in the world. Whoever said that had obliviously never had to watch two people pin for each other.
At first, the team thought it was cute. Watching their fellow blue and red paladins try to hide their feeling for each other through nitpicking and arguments. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months it grew a bit redundant.
Coran had even started collecting bets of when they would eventually confess, if they would share a kiss during battle or another dumb argument, who would confess first, etc.
But, no bets had been collected since it became quickly known how clueless they both were.
“Lance! I’m supposed to cover the right side, you’re supposed to cover the left!” Keith threw his bayard on the training deck floor.
“Blah blah blah, you were slacking! I just stepped in to help,” Lance deactivated his own bayard, crossing his arms over his chest.
Keith stuttered for a moment, “I WASN’T SLACKING!”
“Look Keith, sometimes that mullet of yours gets a bit hotheaded and your swings become sloppy.”
Keith marched towards him, his body nearly pressed against the other boys, his face only a couple of inches from Lance’s.
The team held their breath, was this finally the moment?
“Do you want to one-on-one pretty boy?”
Lance’s face went beat red and he choked on any words he was trying to say. He eventually turned away, clearing his throat a couple of times, “like you could beat the team sharpshooter.”
The team exhaled in unison, Keith didn’t seem to catch on to Lance’s panic moment. Grumbling something about how he could beat Lance with his eyes close.
Similar things happened almost weekly for the two boys. Lance would get Keith riled up over something and Keith would respond by calling him a pet name.
Shiro nearly choked on his food goo when Keith decided to call Lance “babe.” He said it so casually that it took Lance some time to register what Keith said to him.
“WHAT?! What did you just say to me?!” Lance stood up, his hands pressed firmly against the table.
Keith looked up at him from his seat across the table. “I said ‘if you just wanted to be around me all you had to do was ask.”
Lance shook his head back and forth quickly, “no you called me ‘babe.’ You said ‘babe, if you just wanted to be around me.” Lance’s face was getting redder by the second, his voice jumping up in pitch as he quickened his speech.
Keith scooped up more of his own food goo, “did I?”
How Lance did not explode, the team will never know.
Now Keith wasn’t the only one making Lance flustered; Lance had his own unintentional ways to give Keith a taste of his own treatment.
While Keith tended to use words Lance was more physical. He would pass Keith in the hall, bumping their shoulders together. Conveniently Keith’s hand would always be “the easiest to grab” when they were trying to run off a Galran ship or move through an alleyway to get out of the line of fire.
A couple of times they would still be holding hands when they regrouped with the others. Keith was either holding his breath or only staring at how their fingers intertwined together. Lance never saw Keith’s expressions, or if he did he didn’t realize the gay panic Keith was feeling.
One particular battle left each of them feeling a bit more shaken up than usual. They started the battle in Voltron but the Galra had a new weapon that tore their lions apart with one blast.
They ended up flying solo with their lions, a battle that would be over in half an hour turning into a nearly two-hour fight.
The lion took some damage, the paladins were thrown around and slammed into things, and they all walked away with some bruises. They had lost communication with each other halfway through the battle so they were relying on visuals.
They didn’t know who was injured, what damage had been done, only to find out when they began to land back on the ship; the red lion missing.
Coran and Allura immediately began to track it down, Shiro in his own lion; waiting to fly out and get him.
The lion eventually flew into the castle, sliding on its side, the metal grinding against the castle floor. While the lion was still operational it had taken some heavy damage and everyone rushed down to the red lion's hanger as soon as they heard the noise.
Keith stumbled out as soon as everyone reached the hangar, taking off his helmet in the process. “That battle was bullsh-”
He was cut off by Lance rushing at him, wrapping his arms tightly around him. “Thank god you’re okay.”
Keith’s brain was short-circuiting, his eyes blown wide as his helmet clattered to the floor. Lance didn’t seem to notice and tightened his grip on the other boy. Keith eventually got his brain to move his arms up to wrap his arms around him; trying to control his breathing.
“I’m going to tell them.”
“Pidge no.” Shiro looked down at the green paladin.
“Shiro! Keith is dying over there!” Her voice was a hushed whisper, gesturing at the hug that was still occurring.
“They’ll figure it out...eventually.” Even Shiro didn’t seem too confident.
The team collectively sighs, leaving the hangar without the boys noticing.
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Now, I hope you like it
Do they ever figure it out? Idk!
Thank you <3
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