Keith disappears (probably run off but you can go the route of kidnapping). They find Keith with a massive gash and he's delirious from blood loss. Lance is like "You're the worst friend I've ever had." So Keith is like "You're a horrible friend too. You'd make a better boyfriend." Then Keith pretends not to remember once he's fully healed.
Finallyyyyy it’s finished
You’d make a better boyfriend
Also new setup yaayyyyy
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“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Him and James were talking, and James must’ve said something, because Keith slapped him and stormed away. I can’t find him!”
“Alright, get the others and we’ll meet at the castle and make a plan.”
Lance hung up the phone and pushed his way out of the crowded hotel in a panic. This was supposed to be a relaxing, fun vacation with some of the best Garrison pilots, Romelle, Coran, Allura, and everyone else, but nooo, James just had to ruin it. Who invited him, anyway?
Arriving after Allura and Hunk, Lance found Pidge and they had headed towards Coran’s rented beach house, which they called the Castle. They’d already booked a hotel before they knew about it, so they only went there for celebrations or gatherings or to meet for plans. Like this time.
Pidge got to the door first, slamming her body against it as the handle turned, and both her and Lance tripped inside the room. Allura had brought a map, and she and Hunk had it spread across the floor. Coran and Shiro came in, and they had devised a search plan by the time Veronica, Acxa, and Romelle arrived.
Pidge and Hunk would look into security cameras around the city. In secret, of course. Going to jail wasn’t on the agenda. Allura would check the hotel and the surrounding area, and Coran would check the beaches around the island. Shiro and Veronica would head to the west half, while Romelle and Acxa would ask around and skim the east half. Lance tasked himself with Acxa and Romelle’s jobs, just a hell of a lot more thorough on the whole island.
With the nine of them, they were sure to find Keith.
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Hoetron, 47 minutes later
pidgeon-of-the-sky: GUYS WE FOUND HIM
pidgeon-of-the-sky: back entrance of that bar we went to yesterday, hurry
pidgeon-of-the-sky: he’s in bad condition
they-call-him-the-tailor: WHAT
pidgeon-of-the-sky: hurry
they-call-him-the-tailor: omw
romellephant: me too
shitogane: calling 911
“Keith, are you okay? Look at me, man.”
Pidge lifted Keith’s chin up with two fingers and wiped a smear of blood away from his forehead with her thumb. “Lance and everyone else is gonna be here soon. Come on.”
“Lance?” Keith’s voice was dazed, like he wasn’t fully there.
“Yeah.”
“I like Lance.”
Pidge nodded and took off her sweater, wrapping it around Keith’s leg to cover the long bloody gash, probably from a knife. She guessed he might’ve gotten into a bar fight after what happened with James.
“I know. Can you stand?”
“Maybe… I don’t know.”
Sighing, Pidge put her arm under Keith’s and stood up, taking the latter with her. He stumbled and leaned against the rough brick wall for support, but he looked to be fine with walking. They made it to the front of the bar before Keith collapsed, covering his forearms in more scrapes from the sidewalk. Lance, along with the others, were now running towards them, Shiro with his phone to his ear, calling 911.
Ducking out from under Keith, Pidge slipped out of the way to let a frantic Lance carry him. She stepped away to join the small crowd of their friends, gathered around Shiro.
“Mm… Lance, is that you?”
“Yeah. You can’t scare me like that, man. You can’t do that to me.”
Keith’s brows furrowed in anger and confusion. “You’re mean. A bad… bad friend.”
“Well, so are you.” Of course Lance didn’t mean it, but it was one of those impulsive, in-the-moment lines. And friends shouldn’t disappear and make the other worry, especially if the one worrying had a tiny non-crush on the other.
“You know what?”
Lance helped him get to the edge of the sidewalk, both hearing the ambulance sirens from the right. Keith was practically leaning on him, weak and delirious from blood loss. “What?”
“You’d make a much better boyfriend than a friend.”
“What?” Lance’s head whipped around to face Keith, who kept his eyes on the ground.
He nodded, anger faded away and replaced with dazed content. “Yeah. You’d be a better boyfriend.”
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“Can I have a moment alone with him, guys?”
It was early the next day, and Keith had gotten minor surgery and James had gotten a long talk from everyone else (and a “minor” beating too, but no one needs to know that). Lance was now requesting a few minutes with Keith in private, getting a nod from everyone else. They filed out with quiet chatter following.
Lance now stood at the side of Keith’s hospital bed (I just realized I’ve written Keith in the hospital twice now), staring down at him. Keith didn’t meet his eyes.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
Cue awkward pause.
“So what was that thing you said yesterday? About me making a better boyfriend than a friend?”
Keith’s mind wrapped around that memory. He remembered, of course, but he couldn’t let Lance know that. His mind took that tiny little snippet of time and hid it away from his eyes, so Lance couldn’t look and see. Keith rubbed his forehead and pretended to be oblivious.
“What are you talking about?”
“The thing. That you said. I remember, you said that I would make a much better boyfriend than a friend.”
“I have no idea what you’re saying.”
“Oh, come on!” Lance threw his hands in the air in frustration. “Pidge gave you to me? I said you couldn’t scare me like that? You said I was a bad friend? That I’d make a better boyfriend? Keith. We. Had. A. Bonding. Moment. I… I cradled you in my arms!”
“Nope. Don’t remember. Didn’t happen.”
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poly fluff alphabet ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱
a = affection; is anyone more overly affectionate than the others? when it comes to physical vs verbal, who prefers what?
b = bed; what’s the sleeping situation like? are there regular sleeping arrangements - does anyone like to sleep alone?
c = comfort; when someone’s feeling down, how do the rest look after them?
d = dates; what do dates look like? who usually plans them, or are is it a group affair?
e = events; who drags everyone else to their family/friends’ events?
f = fights; are arguments something that happen often? what are they over, and how are they resolved?
g = getting together; how did it all come about? were there any pre-existing relationships between them?
h = hobbies; does anyone share any hobbies/passions? how do they include the rest of their partners in them?
i = in sickness and in health - when someone falls ill, who’s the carer and who’s the germaphobe? is there anyone that resists being looked after?
j = joker; who’s got the best sense of humour? do they like to tease and banter with everyone else?
k = knowing; who can read their partners like a book? is there anyone who’s got their walls up, even around their partners?
l = lavish; is there anyone who really likes to treat their partners/show them off? how do the rest tend to react - who revels in it, and who’s made shy by it?
m = memories - is anyone more on the sentimental side?
n = nights; what’s the nighttime routine like when they’re all together?
o = open; how open is everyone with one another?
p = pda; what’s pda like with them? is there anyone who loves it, and anyone who’s less fond of it? what actions/words does it manifest as?
q = quiet; who prefers to spend their time with their partners out and about, and who likes to spend it at home?
r = romantic; is anyone a bit of a sap for their partners?
s = sharing; is there anyone who’s particularly territorial of their partners?
t = terms of endearment; nicknames! who’s crazy on them, and who do they make cringe? what’re the go-to’s?
u = urge; who’s the most impulsive? who do they loop into their plans, and who entertains their antics?
v = vacations; how do holidays go? are they big exotic trips, or the occasional staycation?
w = worthy; how are insecurities handled? is anyone more self-conscious than the others?
x = xoxo; who checks up on their partners a lot when they’re apart? do they call, or are texts enough to make them feel close?
y = yearn; who misses their partners the easiest (ie, calls them to hear their voices when all they’ve done is run to the grocery store)?
z = zealous; who was especially eager in their pursuit of the relationship? was anyone more reserved in their want for it?
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