October’s Patreon Oneshot is Now AvailablePrompt: It’s few years after the show ended an

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Prompt: It’s few years after the show ended and it’s Allura Day. It’s morphed in a pretty large celebration over the years, and Lance is involved with the planning. This year is particularly hectic, and he’s late to the Paladin dinner. He and Keith end up kissing, Lance has a mild crisis, and then they have their first time together.

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It’s been years since they saved the universe, and Lance is… good. He’s good. He feels whole and steady once more. He has a job at the Garrison. And he no longer feel the ache in his chest where Allura once resided. Allura Day, however, has become an intergalactic celebration, and people from all over the universe flock to New Altea to celebrate. So every year, Lance helps Coran wade through the chaos of planning for a planet-wide celebration. 

This year, however, things are more hectic than ever, and Lance finds that he can barely focus, distracted by the simmering anticipation of seeing Keith again.

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He can’t wait to see his friends— his family— but there’s a lot of work to do before then. Allura Day has become an intergalactic holiday, and people from all over the universe flock to New Altea to celebrate it. It started out as a little banquet at the castle and has grown into a planet wide all-day festival.

Which unfortunately means a lot of planning, organizing, and diplomatic greetings as distinguished guests start to pour in. He and Coran spearhead the whole operation, but thankfully they have plenty of people to lean on. They’ve formed a whole committee for Allura Day, and volunteers all over the planet have been getting ready for guests for weeks.

Hunk is coming in soon to help set up the catering for at least the capitol. The Atlas won’t be that far behind. They’ve never had any trouble around Allura Day, but it definitely helps to have the diplomatic force of the Atlas hovering in their atmosphere.

Pidge won’t make it until the day before, running a tight schedule with all her experiments and newfound responsibilities. She’ll be bringing the entire Holt clan with her this time.

And Keith… it feels like betrayal to his best buddy in the whole wide universe to say it, but he’s looking forward to seeing Keith the most.

It’s been months since Keith last visited Earth, staying for a whole three weeks with Acxa on the McClain family farm. It had been… a dream, really. The chores around the farm were nothing with Keith at his side. Lazy afternoons and evenings filled with laughter and content companionship. They talked for hours about everything and nothing at all. They fell asleep on the couch because neither of them wanted to end the night and go to bed. And he’d be woken with Keith’s gentle hands nudging his shoulder and offering a cup of coffee.

Keith— formerly the stoic, bristly, grumpy, anti-social leader of Voltron— fit in perfectly with Lance’s family. He laughed. He smiled.

Beautiful violet eyes crinkled at the corners. A cocky smirk, lopsided and playful. The way he always lightly bumps into Lance as they walk. How Lance feels just as comfortable in silence as he does in conversation, which is still so strange to comprehend.

He’ll admit that during that stay, they were attached at the hip. And he’ll admit that they’ve talked a lot since then. Daily. Every morning he looks forward to seeing a message waiting for him, and falling asleep on call has become more and more common.

Keith is just— he’s just— he’s important, okay? He’s important to the universe, and to their little space family, but he’s important to Lance, too.

Who would have guessed that his once-rival would have become one of his best friends?

He just does… things to Lance’s stomach and his sanity.

Seriously, how is it possible to feel sick and elated all at once? To be both tongue-tied and unable to stoprambling.

But Keith has always done funny things to him. Has always made him feel just a little off balance. Has always made him act out in impulsive ways without quite thinking. Has always made his chest a little tight and his head a little light.

It’s just… Keith things.

“Ah-ha!” He says as the conference room doors slide open, spotting his bright orange, Garrison issued phone sitting on the table. He swipes it up, thumbing through the notifications on his screen.

A few from Hunk. Couple from Shay about the ETA of the Balmera. A few fucking dozen from foreign dignitaries and other groups. Not to mention the group chat him and Coran created to keep the wormhole network and shuttle ships in the same loop has blown up.

But—

A single message catches his eye. One that makes his chest tighten and his head feel light. Just… you know. Keith things.

Keith: Can’t wait to see you :)

His stomach does a full on tumble, knotting itself up so tight that Lance wraps an arm around it, wondering if his morning breakfast is hitting him wrong. Sometimes alien cuisine just doesn’t sit right.

There’s an ache in his cheeks as he types out a reply.

Lance: Same to you, Samurai

Lance’s heart beats quick as he leaves the conference room, making his blood run hot beneath his flushed skin. Making him dizzy and his legs shaky as he hurries down the halls of the castle. He has a million and ten things to do before Allura Day, and yet his mind keeps turning back to Keith. About how he can’t wait to show him how well his sword training has been going and about how good it’s going to feel to be wrapped up in those strong arms once more, held tight to a firm chest and yet with a gentle sort of reverence that makes Keith’s hugs special.

You know. Just. Keith things.