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“Table three wanted me to tell you the burgers were amazing,” Lance says, “they wanted me to say, and I quote, that they would get on their knees for you.”
Hunk looks up at Lance with a grin, stirring something in the pot in front of him.
“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve received,” Hunk says.
“I literally told you I would eat-” Lance starts.
“Do not talk about my ass while I’m cooking,” Hunk says.
Lance rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t have time to bother Hunk more, the entire diner is bustling with customers. Lance makes his way through the tables, turning his charm up all the way. He has the record for the most tips in one night for a reason; he knows how to dazzle. It’s a classic Thursday night, the crowd of families hungry after being in the sun all day. The sun is setting just beyond the windows, and Lance lets the beautiful colours keep him calm despite the clashing voices around him. After a particularly long run of taking orders, Lance drops the tickets off to Hunk and walks over to the bar, placing a hand on Pidge’s shoulder.
“How’s the bar tonight?” Lance asks.
Pidge has a towel draped over her shoulder, her hair pushed back with a green headband, hands busy making some pretty, fruity drink.
“Good on tips,” Pidge says mischievously, sliding the drink over to a young mother and her baby.
“You think you have me beat?” Lance says, leaning against the wall.
“You’re not unbeatable,” Pidge says, “maybe Hunk’s beating you too, people are loving the food tonight.”
“They always love the food,” Lance says, “but they love me more.”
Before Pidge can fight back, someone is waving her over. She squints at Lance before walking away, but all he does is smirk at the back of her head. He knows he’s going to have the most tips. His tips are normally double his paycheck, and he knows bartenders normally make the most, but Pidge just simply doesn’t have his million dollar smile. Eventually, they usher everyone out of the diner, settling down at a booth in the back corner to compare tips.
“Alright, this was a big night,” Hunk says.
He slides $250 across the table, smiling at the stack. But Pidge is right there to crush his spirits.
“Look at my two eighty nine and… sixty cents,” Pidge says, “I got you once again.”
Lance is leaning back with his arms crossed, his classic smirk spread across his face. He’s not cocky by any means, but sometimes it’s hard for him to be humble.
“Should I share with the class?” Lance asks.
“You’re annoying,” Hunk says, “what is your grandiose total.”
“Five fifteen,” Lance says.
“Okay, that guy who was totally flirting with you is why you won,” Pidge says.
“He tipped me fifty,” Lance says, “that did not make me win.”
“He was hot, why didn’t you get his number?” Hunk asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
He sees Pidge give Hunk a glance, but he just sighs.
“He wasn’t my soulmate,” Lance says, turning his head so Hunk can see the soulmark on his neck.
Hunk is lucky enough to have already met his soulmate. The soulmark on his forearm, which was once a black gear, is now yellow and mixed with a purple flower. Lance is really happy for him, Shay is an amazing person, but Hunk keeps pushing Lance to get into a relationship.
“You don’t need to be soulmates to date,” Hunk says.
“You’re only saying that because you have yours,” Lance says, “I just- I can’t… I’m not giving myself to anyone who isn’t my soulmate.”
“And that’s very sweet and your choice,” Pidge says, glaring at Hunk.
Lance still believes he will find his soulmate. He doesn’t care that he’s been single for twenty two years, his soulmate is out there somewhere. And sure, Lance shakes every hot person's hand just in case their soulmarks merge, and sure, he flirts with every person he meets. But that’s all to find his soulmate. The little wave on his neck is a bittersweet reminder to him every morning. His soulmate is out there somewhere, waiting for him, but his heart is also aching without them.
“Remind me again what it felt like when you and Shay first touched,” Lance says, leaning his chin on his hand.
Hunk rolls his eyes, but there’s no malice in it, he loves telling the story.
“I was walking home after work, listening to music, singing along of course and when I turned the corner, she was right there,” Hunk says, cheeks slightly flushed, “I ran into her, but caught her wrist before she could fall.”
“Can we wrap this story up, I’ve heard it a thousand times and I want to get ready for the festival,” Pidge says.
“Let him finish,” Lance says with a pout.
“As I was saying,” Hunk says playfully, “my entire body had this hot flash, and I felt my mark tingle. We both had this moment of eye contact and then looked down at our marks. Both on our forearms.”
“Aw, it’s adorable every time,” Lance says, “do you think I’ll know when I meet mine.”
“Not necessarily,” Pidge says, “Matt didn’t have a clue for a while, said he hardly felt the hot flash since he was working outside in the summer.”
Lance huffs out a breath, but he knows it’s true. It’s not uncommon to make the first physical contact with your soulmate and have no idea. You brush by people all the time. Lance tries not to get his hopes up too often, Hunk was extremely lucky to meet Shay when he did. Some people don’t meet their soulmates at all.
“So, are you going to wear matching outfits with us, Pidge?” Hunk asks.
Pidge just rolls her eyes. Lance will have to work some of his charming magic.
–
“Come on! I don’t want to be stuck in line,” Pidge says, dragging Lance by his wrist.
Every year, the beach that houses the diner hosts a music festival. It’s full of performances by rookie bands, local artists and any little bands that decide to stop by. It’s full of little shops and food stands and has a firework show at the end of the night. Lance looks forward to it every year. It goes from sunrise to sunset on Friday and Saturday, giving them ample time to explore every booth and listen to hours of music. Thankfully, the diner is closed, only open to allow people to use the bathrooms. Lance is beyond thankful that he’s not in charge of cleaning the place, he can only imagine how dirty those bathrooms get. It’s just past five in the morning, but there are already a few short lines forming by the entrance. Pidge, as always, made the right call to come early.
“You know, I’m really glad we’re all matching,” Lance says.
“It only took you three years to convince us,” Pidge says.
“Convince you,” Hunk clarifies, “I’ve always been on board.”
“All that matters is that we all look awesome,” Lance says.
The matching outfits in question are jorts, tie dye shirts and a lot of neon jewelry. Lance wants to embrace the energy of the festival, and tie dye and neon are just too perfect. They each did their own shirts using their own colours and Lance is awfully proud of them.
“Your eyes look crazy blue with that shirt,” Hunk says, “you should wear more blue.”
“But then I would be too powerful,” Lance says with a grin.
“Come on, we’re next,” Pidge grumbles, pulling them forward.
Once they’ve all been stamped, they walk in to admire the festival. Since it’s just opening, most of the booths aren’t entirely set up yet, but it’s still beautiful. Lance has always been someone who observes. He likes to read people, to be able to tell what every little micro expression means. He likes to watch strangers interact and just see humans being humans in general. He watches people set up their booths, all excited for the day under the sun. He plans to visit each and every booth. Pidge has to drag him along, but he doesn’t put up much of a fight, he’s just as excited to see the opening ceremony as they are. It’s a flurry of colours and drums as dancers surround the crowd. Lance watches in awe as the sunrise paints them gold and as the energy only gets higher and higher. He can tell the festival is going to be a really good one this year. As the ceremony comes to a close, Lance lets Pidge run off to the nerd section (the science booths) and forces Hunk to follow him to the first of the art booths.
“Okay, last year you talked to literally everyone,” Hunk says, “are you going to drag me along again this year?”
Lance rolls his eyes, but he knows Hunk means no harm.
“You don’t have to spend the entire day at the booths with me,” Lance says, “when you get bored, go to the food, I know you want to.”
“We’ll eat lunch with Pidge though, right?” Hunk asks, “can’t break the food review tradition.”
“Of course not,” Lance says, “now come on, I know you want to see Shay’s booth.”
Hunk smiles sheepishly and follows Lance over to Shay’s booth of crystals and rocks. Lance has to admit, her ability to sculpt out of the hard materials never fails to amaze him. Hunk quickly gets caught up talking to her between customers, so he hardly notices when Lance slips away. Lance makes his way through booth after booth, talking to each artist with a deep interest. He loves art, everything about it, so it’s no surprise that those are the booths that drag him in. But if there’s one thing that he loves more than art, it’s flowers. Sure, his favourite thing in the world is the ocean, but flowers are a close second, so when he sees a booth covered in beautiful flowers, he basically runs to see it.
“Hey!” Lance says, walking up to the man behind the desk, “this is beautiful.”
He motions to the entire booth, to all the arrangements of flowers and plants.
“Thank you,” the man says, smiling genuinely, “are you looking for anything in particular.”
Lance looks down at his name tag, then back up at him, noticing the odd chunk of white mixed into his hair.
“Nothing specific, Shiro,” Lance says with a grin, “I just really love flowers.”
“Do you now?” Shiro says, “well, let me show you some of my favourite arrangements.”
As Lance follows him to a corner of the booth, he can feel the sun beating on his back, skin nearly sizzling under the sun. But he doesn’t mind, he’s an idiot who likes knowing the sun is burning his skin.
“My brother and I run this shop in town,” Shiro explains, “this corner has the ones he made.”
Lance looks at the collection and his chest warms slightly. The arrangements are beautiful. It looks like every little petal was placed with intention, like the flowers are filled with some sort of passion. Lance suddenly feels very lame about the bouquet he put together for his mom for her birthday.
“Brilliant, aren’t they,” Shiro says.
“I’m assuming you taught him well?” Lance says, raising an eyebrow.
“Honestly, he’s way better than me,” Shiro says, “he sort of always follows his gut, and apparently that lends well to arranging flowers.”
Lance chuckles, looking at one arrangement in particular. He locks in on a deep blue rose hidden behind the red ones.
“Do you sell individual flowers?” Lance asks.
“Sure,” Shiro says, “we have a bunch over there. Something catch your eye?”
Lance nods, pointing to the blue flower.
“Got any of those?” he asks, “maybe in arrangements too?”
“I think my brother has some in the back, let me get him,” Shiro says.
He disappears behind a curtain and Lance can hear some slight mumbling, and then Shiro comes back out with a slight frown.
“Sorry, we don’t have any of the blue ones,” Shiro says, “but if you come back later, we should have some ready.”
“No worries, I’ll circle back around later,” Lance says, “I want to show my friends your stuff anyways.”
“Here,” Shiro says, handing a small white daisy to Lance, “take this for your journey. Pass it on to someone.”
Lance smiles softly, twirling the flower around in his fingers.
“Thanks,” Lance says, “and hey, give your brother my compliments. Dude seriously has some talent.”
“Will do,” Shiro says, grinning.
Lance is almost convinced for a moment that Shiro has a smile more charming than him. As he walks away from the booth, he thinks about just how welcoming the booth felt. He’s really come to have a soft spot for flowers, and those arrangements by Shiro’s brother only made that spot softer.
–
Lance has to wander around for a while before he finds Pidge and Hunk, but eventually they find each other and make their way over to the food area for lunch.
“Okay, show me what you got,” Lance says, eyeing the bags resting next to Pidge.
Pidge grins and starts pulling things out of her bags. As expected, it’s a lot of science related trinkets and a few posters. She talks through all of them and Lance tries his best to comprehend everything she explains. Hunk soon joins them excitedly with three trays of food.
“Okay, so I got us three courses,” Hunk says, “after looking at all the booths, these are definitely the best options.”
The food looks amazing and they waste no time digging in. If there’s one thing Hunk can do, it’s find the best possible food. Lance has been trying to convince him to get a booth at the festival for years now, but he always refuses because he doesn’t have someone as a sous-chef. Lance volunteers every year, but he hasn’t met his standards yet.
“Anyone one else sweating their entire body weight off?” Pidge asks, “it is seriously hot today.”
“I almost dropped the food on the way here cause of hand sweat,” Hunk says.
“Okay, ew,” Lance says, “I don’t want to think about the possibility of eating your sweat.”
“I think that means we hit the water after this,” Pidge says.
“In that case I’m gonna head to the washroom quickly,” Lance says, “see you guys at the rocks?”
“Take a cookie with you,” Hunk says, shoving a cookie into his hands.
“How could I possibly forget my bathroom cookie?” Lance says, taking a bite of the cookie.
He walks away from them, hearing Pidge start some rant on one of the booths she visited. Thankfully, the line to the bathrooms is pretty short when he gets there, so he’s in and out in less than ten minutes. That includes the time he spends fixing his hair in the mirror, adjusting the small flower still tucked in his ear. He smiles when he remembers the shop, he’s really excited to show Pidge and Hunk all of the flowers. On the way out, a gust of wind swipes past him, the smell of cigarettes hitting his nose as the flower is knocked out of it’s spot. He turns around to find it, eyes spotting it on the ground next to a pair of worn out Doc Martens. When he looks back up, the owner of the boots is reaching down, picking up the flower.
“Lost this?” he says, extending his hand towards Lance.
Lance pauses for a second. He’s seen a lot of hot people in his life. Like… a lot, he works at a tourist filled beach… but the guy in front of him is on another level. He’s all sharp lines and pale skin, dark hair and sparkling eyes, button nose and plump lips. He’s Lance’s height, but the added height from the boots mean he’s actually shorter. He somehow has both broad and slim shoulders, somehow wearing a black long sleeve shirt despite the heat. Lance’s entire body feels too hot and too sweaty and he feels like he looks stupid. He clears his throat and properly looks at his eyes, straightening his shoulders. He’s not going to think about how hot the guy looks with the cigarette pinched between his teeth.
“Uh, yeah,” Lance says, “sorry.”
He internally slaps himself for apologizing, but he reaches out for the flower anyways. Their fingers brush slightly as he takes it, and he’s certain he’s blushing. The guy seems to tense at the contact, but Lance is too distracted to think much of it.
“You okay? You're red,” the guy says, sending out a puff of smoke, “sunburn?”
Lance takes a breath and studies the guy's face. He doesn’t particularly seem interested in having a conversation, more like he doesn’t want to have to catch someone passing out in front of him. The heat is running rampant through his body, but he just offers a smile.
“Just hot out today, I'm okay,” Lance says, “thanks for the flower.”
With that, Lance turns on his heel, forcing himself not to look back at the man behind him. His entire body is flushed, he can feel just how pink his ears are, but he doesn't dare look back. No matter how hot that guy is, he's not going to fawn over a stranger, not when his soulmate is out there somewhere. If he feels eyes staring at his back, he pretends not to. Out of sight, out of mind. When he gets to the aforementioned rocks, Pidge and Hunk are making some sort of rock tower, both attempting to keep something balanced. Lance walks over and taps Pidges shoulder, her shock causing the entire thing to crumble.
“You jerk!” she exclaims, “Hunk and I worked very hard on that.”
“I've seen you build a half sentient robot, I don't think you'll miss your rock tower,” Lance says.
“You look a bit burnt,” Hunk says, motioning to Lance's flushed chest, “thought you were immune to that.”
“I'm just hot,” Lance says, throwing his shirt off to the side with their pile of stuff, “come on, the water might run away on us.”
“Okay buddy,” Pidge says.
–
After swimming and a long afternoon of Pidge dragging them to booth after booth, they end up with candy apples, light up necklaces and matching sunglasses. They find the main stage and dance until the sun starts to set. Lance is sweaty, sticky and tired, but he couldn't be happier. Before they can get spots for the fireworks, Lance remembers the flower shop and drags Pidge and Hunk over with him to get some flowers. Lance might die if he doesn't get that blue arrangement. It'll look great in his apartment.
“Come on, I'll be quick,” Lance says, “your socks are gonna be blown off anyways.”
“They're just flowers,” Hunk says, “and I'm not wearing socks.”
“Just flowers?” Pidge says, “even I know flowers are cool.”
“You're a nature nerd, doesn't count,” Hunk says.
“Can we not argue, the booth is right here,” Lance says.
Once they reach the booth, Lance immediately feels more relaxed, surrounded by the now familiar work of the mysterious younger brother of Shiro. Hunk and Pidge immediately admit it was worth coming to the booth, and as soon as Shiro is done with a customer, he looks at Lance with a soft grin.
“You made it back,” he says, “with friends.”
“Of course, I will not leave this festival until I have my flowers,” Lance says.
“I'll go check if your arrangement is ready,” Shiro says, “let me know if your friends need anything.”
Lance nods and watches as Shiro disappears into the back area. He turns to face Pidge and Hunk and smiles as they look at all the different flowers. He's glad they're at least having some fun, otherwise he might feel bad for dragging them here. He's about to go over to them, but then he hears Shiro and turns to face the direction of the sound.
“Here's the guy,” Shiro says.
Lance locks eyes with Shiro’s brother and feels the air get punched from his chest briefly. He immediately recognizes the dark hair and light skin. The sharp features, but soft lips. The dark violet eyes.
“I thought that flower looked familiar,” his brother says, walking over to Lance.
Lance smiles at him, idly reaching up to take the flower from its place on his ear. Of course the hottest person he's ever seen works at a flower shop and makes the most beautiful arrangements he's ever seen.
“So you're the mysterious brother,” Lance says.
“And you're the mysterious admirer,” the guy counters.
“You guys know each other?” Shiro asks carefully.
“This is the guy I ran into at the bathroom,” Keith says.
Something passes through Shiro's face, but he quickly replaces the look with a smile and nods, patting Keith on the shoulder.
“Well, help him get what he wants, I'll go talk to his friends,” Shiro says, “be friendly.”
“Always am,” he says playfully, then turning back to look at Lance, “you have a thing for blue?”
Lance shrugs, quickly remembering the ridiculous outfits he and the others are wearing.
“It's a nice colour,” Lance defends.
“Keith, by the way,” Keith says, extending a hand.
Lance only hesitates for a moment before taking it. He ignores how perfectly their hands seem to fit together.
“Lance,” he says, voice wavering slightly.
“Well Lance, come over here, I have some options for you,” Keith says.
The more Lance hears his voice, the more attractive he is. It makes his heart beat fast and his skin crawl. Their fingers brushed earlier but he felt nothing, no heat, no shivers. But Keith is still the most attractive person he's ever seen. He tries to push the thoughts away while he follows Keith to the back corner with his arrangements.
“All Shiro told me was blue,” Keith says, “so I made three options. I got a bit carried away.”
Lance looks at the arrangements and his jaw physically drops. He's not sure how one person is able to make something so beautiful. He's seen pretty flower arrangements, but these… they're surreal, and not just cause the guy who made them is sort of, maybe, a little bit hot.
“Holy shit,” Lance says, voice quiet.
“I'm hoping that was a good holy shit,” Keith says playfully.
“Are you kidding, these are amazing,” Lance says, “you know, you don't look like a guy who could make these.”
“Oh really? How so?” Keith asks.
Lance looks him over, making sure Keith sees the action, and then looks back at his eyes, raising an eyebrow.
“You're dressed in all black, wearing fingerless gloves and the first time I saw you, you were smoking,” Lance says.
“Smokers can't like flowers?” Keith asks, tilting his head.
“You’re just not what I pictured,” Lance says, “when Shiro mentioned a brother I thought… I don't know what I thought actually.”
“Are you going to keep insulting me or look at the flowers?” Keith asks.
Lance grins and turns towards the arrangements. Honestly, he genuinely can’t pick one. They are all way too pretty to be real and he’s still having trouble associating Keith with the flowers.
“So… how much are you charging me for these?” Lance asks, “cause I wouldn’t mind all three of them.”
Keith looks at him with slight shock, but a neutral, slightly playful expression comes back over his face quickly. If Lance knew him better, he’d be able to tell if pride is part of the mix.
“I’m not sure you’re going to like the answer I give you,” Keith says, “my stuff is kinda in high demand.”
“Humble,” Lance says with a smirk, “lay it on me.”
Keith takes one of the deep blue roses out of one of the arrangements and hands it to Lance.
“That’s three dollars,” Keith says.
Lance takes the rose, admiring how perfectly smooth the stem is. This Keith guy really knows what he’s doing.
“You’re being awfully vague,” Lance says, “you’re not as nice as your brother.”
“Shiro is a godsend, but also a pain in the ass,” Keith says, “don’t let his charm fool you.”
“Just tell me how much I owe you for all three,” Lance says, crossing his arms.
Just then, Shiro walks over, Hunk and Pidge trailing behind him. Hunk has this look on his face that Lance knows means they’re going to talk about something later. Pidge is cluelessly admiring a pink daisy in her hands.
“Made a choice yet?” Shiro asks.
“He wants all three,” Keith says.
“Lance, you have boosted his ego and I am not happy about that,” Shiro says, “Keith, please tell me you gave him a reasonable price.”
“He hasn’t given me one yet,” Lance says with a playful huff.
“I’ll give you a deal for dealing with him,” Shiro says, “Keith, pack them up please.”
“Yes sir,” Keith says with a sarcastic salute.
–
“You’re lucky you have the key to the diner,” Hunk says, “those flowers are heavy.”
“Do you really need all of them?” Pidge asks, “or are you easily influenced by emos?”
“What?” Lance splutters, nearly tripping on a rock as they approach the beach for fireworks.
“You were totally into the guy working there,” Hunk says.
“Keith?” Lance says, “no way.”
“Sure,” Pidge says, “you definitely weren’t pink the entire time you talked to him.”
“Look, he’s not the worst looking person ever,” Lance says, “but he’s not my soulmate-”
“And you’ll only date your soulmate,” Pidge finishes, “I know.”
Lance sighs and speeds up his steps to be slightly ahead of the two of them. He’s not about this soulmate talk right now. Or ever. The rest of the walk to their spot is silent and Lance can feel something unsaid in the air. He’s not going to talk about Keith. He’s not going to talk about soulmates. They settle in their little corner of the beach, slightly secluded from the main part of the crowd. Lance is sitting on the rock next to Hunk, Pidge on the sand below, resting her head against Lance’s shins.
“Do you think they’ll outdo the show from last year?” Pidge asks.
“Mmm,” Lance hums, looking up at the moon, “I don’t know. It was pretty crazy last year.
He hears Hunk suck in a breath next to him, then a finger poking at his neck. He turns to give Hunk a confused glare, but his face drops the second he sees just how confused Hunk looks.
“What’s up man?” Lance asks.
“Your soulmark,” Hunk says, voice soft.
“What about it?” Lance asks hesitantly.
Hunk pulls out his phone quickly and snaps a picture of Lance’s neck with the flash on. He turns the phone to face him and the gasp Lance lets out is just a bit too loud.
“Holy shit,” Lance mumbles.
What was once black lineart of a wave, is now a beautiful blue wave with a sunset behind it. The sun is replaced by a deep red rose. His entire body freezes, his blood running cold. He feels a million emotions in a second, his entire body shaking and tensing. Before he can control it, his eyes are welling up, emotions overwhelming him beyond belief. Hunk opens his arms immediately, letting Lance fall into his embrace. Pidge jumps up to be beside him on the rock and joins the hug.
“What the fuck?” Lance whispers, “what the actual fuck.”
“Your soulmate is around,” Hunk says, “you’ve met your soulmate.”
“But I- there was…” Lance takes a deep breath, “I touched so many people today. We’re at a fucking festival.”
“Did you feel the heat rush?” Pidge asks.
“I don’t- it’s so fucking hot today,” Lance says, “I’ve been in the sun, I didn’t even… fuck.”
“Hey, calm down,” Hunk says, “the festival is still running tomorrow, maybe we’ll see them again.”
“No, I don’t want to hear that,” Lance says, “there are thousands of people here and most people only go on one day, including us.”
“We can come back tomorrow,” Pidge says.
“What? So I can walk around touching people?” Lance says, voice angry now, “this is hopeless.”
“The universe works in strange ways, I’m sure you’ll see them again,” Hunk says.
“Yeah, maybe twenty years from now,” Lance grumbles, separating himself from their arms.
He tucks his knees to his chest, resting his chin on his legs. There’s a lot circulating around his body, and he feels like he needs to hug himself to avoid crumbling.
“You can’t think like that,” Hunk says.
“You can’t tell me what to think,” Lance says.
“Maybe it’s someone you’ll remember,” Pidge says.
“What do you mean by that?” Lance says, “what are you trying to say?”
“Well… you were sort of flirting with Keith,” Pidge says, “intentional or not.”
An absurd anger flashes over his body, something aching deep in his heart. He can’t think about it. He can't think about the guy who looked at him once and had his heart. He can’t think about how they’re not soulmates.
“I’m not talking about this,” Lance says.
“You never know, it was hot out, you could have missed it,” Hunk says.
“No, don’t bring him up,” Lance says, “he’s not my soulmate, I’m not his.”
“Lance-” Pidge starts.
“I think I just need to be alone right now,” Lance says, “I just- I can’t.”
With that, he stands, keeping his arms wrapped around himself as he walks away. His steps are hesitant and shaky, his body feels weak and his mind is working on overdrive. He just walks and walks until he can’t anymore, the sobs shaking his frame too much to continue. He spent his entire life fantasizing about his soulmate, about the day they’d meet, how his soulmark would transform. He never let himself consider not knowing who the person was. He never thought it was possible. But as he sits near the edge of the beach, letting the water soak his legs, it all crashes down on him heavily. He lets himself cry, hardly registering the loud voice announcing the start of the fireworks. He doesn’t hear anything around him except the ocean, so when a hand lands on his shoulder, he jumps slightly, turning to face the source with tear stained cheeks.
“Thought that was you,” Shiro says, shuffling to sit next to Lance.
“Shiro?” Lance says, extremely embarrassed by the clear gloss and red puff to his eyes.
“Sorry, I was just walking around and noticed you alone over here,” Shiro says, “that sounds creepy, I can leave if you want.”
“No, it's uh- it's fine,” Lance says, “just didn't expect it to be you.”
Shiro nods and takes a deep breath, looking out just as the first firework goes off. Lance hardly watches.
“I know you literally don't know me, but I'm not just gonna leave a kid crying by the beach all by himself,” Shiro says.
Lance chuckles, sniffling as he wipes his cheeks with his hands.
“I'm not a kid,” Lance says.
“I know, but you're probably my brother's age, so kid to me,” Shiro says.
Lance tenses at the mention of Keith, but if Shiro notices, he doesn't say anything.
“So you wanna talk about it?” Shiro asks softly.
Lance watches the colours twinkle in the sky, the echo of the bangs bouncing off the waves. Normally, the fireworks are his favourite part of the festival.
“There's not much to talk about,” Lance says.
“I don't know, you look pretty upset,” Shiro says with a soft laugh, “I'm a stranger, so no pressure. But I'm willing to listen if you need it.”
Lance is convinced Shiro isn't a real person. He's handsome, charming, way too kind and probably smart as fuck too. A whole package.
“Have you met your soulmate?” Lance asks.
This freezes Shiro for a moment, but it's so short Lance hardly notices it.
“Yeah,” Shiro says softly, “I have.”
“How did it happen?” Lance asks, hoping he doesn't sound too desperate.
Shiro smiles fondly and lifts his sleeve to show Lance his soulmark.
“It was six years ago now, at college,” Shiro says, “it was my freshman year and I was super nervous. I was trying to slide through the halls without being noticed.”
Lance looks at the mark as he speaks. He has to admit, it’s beautiful. It’s a gray moon being held up by an orange hand. He wants to ask more about it, but he refrains, letting Shiro continue his story.
“After going to three different rooms trying to find my class, I was practically running through the halls. I didn’t want to ruin my chances of perfect attendance,” Shiro says, “I knocked some girl over and she reported me to a head prof.”
Lance chuckles. A rocky start doesn’t sound too far off. Maybe she quickly realized Shiro was actually not a jerk, maybe she felt guilty.
“When I was in the main office to talk to the prof, there was this guy there,” Shiro says, “I introduced myself to him and when we shook hands I… I felt it. My entire body got hot, but I still shivered. I could see in his eyes he felt the same thing.”
“What’s his name?” Lance asks.
“Adam,” Shiro says, “his mark was the hand, mine the moon.”
“That’s really sweet,” Lance says, “who knew that girl would lead you right to him.”
“You know, she was invited to our wedding,” Shiro says, “she made a little toast.”
“No way,” Lance says, “that’s so cool.”
A silence falls over them, but it’s not particularly uncomfortable. Lance is content to watch as the fireworks near their end.
“So, soulmates have you tripped up?” Shiro says after a while.
“I met mine today,” Lance says, “my uh- my mark morphed.”
“That’s good, isn’t it?” Shiro says, “was this an ‘overwhelmed with joy’, cry?”
“No, I- I have no idea who they are,” Lance says, “I made contact with so many people. It was hot… I just- I have no idea who they are.”
Shiro nods in understanding, pulling his phone out of his pocket as it rings.
“Sorry, I gotta take this,” Shiro says, showing Adam’s contact to Lance, “just remember, the universe works in mysterious ways. Don’t let yourself worry too much about this.”
“Thanks,” Lance says, offering a weak smile.
Shiro waves as he walks away, face immediately lighting up when he answers the phone. Lance has to admit he’s pretty jealous. He’s always been surrounded by true love, but he’s always been convinced he’ll never find it. Not that he’s undesirable, not that he’s an asshole, just that the universe had different plans for him. Now he thinks the universe just likes playing with him. He gets up, deciding he should probably find Pidge and Hunk, he did sort of leave them hanging. It doesn’t take him long, and they easily pick up that he doesn’t want to talk about it. When he gets back to his apartment, he puts the flower arrangements in their spots, something bittersweet filling his chest.
–
“Lance, please open the door,” Hunk says, “you can’t be miserable all day.”
“Go away,” Lance says, throwing a pillow at his door.
He knows Hunk is trying to help, but he’s not sure there’s much to help. He was right there with his soulmate at some point yesterday, and now he’s probably never going to see them again. Just his luck.
“Lance, at least come with me to get some flowers,” Hunk says, “Pidge can’t come to the festival.”
Lance chuckles, deep in his chest, sarcasm already dripping through his tone.
“That’s sort of the last place I want to be,” Lance grumbles, but he sits up in bed.
“Lance, please?” Hunk says, “I’m begging you.”
“What do I get out of this?” Lance asks.
“I’ll get Shay to make you something,” Hunk says.
Lance mumbles under his breath, but he makes his way to the door, swinging it open.
“You think that’s going to convince me?” Lance says, “I could ask her to make me something any day.”
“You look like shit,” Hunk says.
“Well, hello to you too,” Lance says.
“Look, I don’t know anything about flowers and I really need Shay to like them,” Hunk says, “please?”
“Fine, but you’re buying me lunch,” Lance says.
Hunk grins and hugs Lance quickly before prancing down the hall.
“You’re the best!” Hunk says.
“I know,” Lance grumbles.
The entire walk to the festival, Lance is shaking in his skin. The closer they get to the flower booth, the faster his heart beats. When they stop in front of the booth, Lance is both relieved and disappointed to only see Shiro.
“Okay,” Hunk says, “help me.”
Before Lance can say anything, Shiro walks up behind them, holding a bunch of flowers to his chest.
“Hey!” he says, “welcome back.”
“Hey,” Lance says.
“What can I get you guys today?” Shiro asks, “more blue flowers?”
“I’m actually here for my girlfriend,” Hunk says, “got anything romantic?”
“If you were just going to ask him for help, why am I here?” Lance asks, pouting at Hunk.
“Fine, both of you help me,” Hunk says.
“Unfortunately, I’m leaving you with Lance,” Shiro says, “Keith’s at home sick so I gotta help the others.”
Lance feels slightly nauseous at his words. He tries not to let it show.
“Awe, too bad,” Hunk says, “you’ll give me your approval at check out?”
“Wow, do you not trust me?” Lance says.
“Come on,” Hunk says, grabbing Lance’s wrist.
–
“He’s probably fine though, right?” Lance asks, “Shiro didn’t seem worried.”
“For someone who claims he doesn’t want to think about Keith, you sure talk about him a lot,” Hunk says playfully.
“I mean, you brought me to his booth,” Lance says, “that’s not my fault.”
“What would you have done if he was there?” Hunk asks.
“I would have avoided him,” Lance says.
“We’ll pretend I believe you,” Hunk says, “come on, let’s explore a bit, maybe run into your soulmate.”
“You make it sound easy,” Lance says.
“Looking around won’t hurt,” Hunk says, “plus, it’s a festival, we can dance.”
Lance sighs, but he follows Hunk easily. They spend the rest of the day at the festival and it’s full of dancing, food and talking. They don’t find Lance’s soulmate, to no surprise, but he is thankful that Hunk dragged him out. When they get back to their apartment, Pidge and Matt are already there, playing Mario Kart in their living room.
“You guys have the key for emergencies,” Lance says, “not to sneak in all the time.”
“This was an emergency,” Pidge claims, “our switch is out of commission.”
“You didn’t think to call us and see if we were home?” Hunk says playfully.
“No, I knew you were at the festival,” Pidge says with a shrug, “speaking of which, let me see the flowers for Shay.”
Hunk flushes and shows the flowers to Pidge.
“Aw, she's going to love them,” Pidge says, “did Lance's loverboy make them?”
Hunk gives her a warning glance and Lance glares at her.
“Would you guys just leave it alone,” Lance says, “he's not my soulmate.”
“But you're into him,” Pidge says.
“I met him yesterday,” Lance says.
“And you like him,” Pidge says.
“Go for him,” Matt says, “who cares if he's your soulmate or not.”
“I care,” Lance says, just as Hunk places a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “plus, he's like… not my type.”
“You're not convincing anyone,” Hunk says.
“I know,” Lance grumbles.
“Can I see your soulmark?” Matt asks, “Pidge says it's super cool.”
The rest of the night is easier, and with the company of his friends, Lance is able to mostly forget his entire dilemma. He misses his family back home all the time, but he's glad to have made some sort of family here. Cuba was beautiful, but he can't be an actor there. So this little makeshift family will do just fine. After Pidge and Matt leave, Lance is more than ready for bed, but Hunk stops him before he can get into his room.
“Hey buddy, remember to talk to me,” Hunk says, “this whole soulmate fiasco is probably tough. Don't bottle shit up.”
“I won't,” Lance says, lying through his teeth.
“Just- take care of yourself, okay?” Hunk says, “we have work tomorrow and I would like happy customers eating my food.”
“Goodnight Hunk,” Lance says with a smile.
“Night,” Hunk says, patting him on the back.
Despite his best efforts, Lance falls asleep with images of deep blue flowers, violet eyes and pale skin.
–
“Alright, is there anything else I can get you guys?” Lance asks, gathering empty dishes from the table.
“Just a couple of takeout boxes and the bill,” the customer says.
Lance nods, standing up straight to head towards the kitchen. On his way back out, he passes the kitchen and Hunk grabs his wrist, dragging him into the room.
“What? It’s busy out there,” Lance says.
“You’re on odd tables today, right?” Hunk asks.
Lance nods, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
“Are you spitting in someone’s food or something?” Lance asks.
“No no, look at table nine,” Hunk says, peaking around the corner.
Lance looks past him at the table and suddenly his blood goes cold. Sitting innocently at table nine is Keith, Shiro and someone he doesn’t recognize. Of course. Never in his four years working here, has he seen Keith in this diner. But here he is, smiling in a shy sort of way, like he’s not sure exactly how to do it. It’s cute. So now Keith is not only hot, he’s cute and sitting there waiting for someone to take his order.
“Fuck,” Lance huffs.
“Come on, this is what you’re good at,” Hunk says, “go take his order.”
“Why are you saying that like I’m scared of him?” Lance asks.
“Oh I don’t know, maybe cause you’ve said multiple times you can’t be near him,” Hunk says.
“You know what… okay,” Lance says, “I’m going to go do my job.”
Hunk says something as he leaves, but he doesn’t hear it. He drops the bill and boxes off at table three and walks over to Keith’s table. He tries to walk as confidently as possible. He may be miserable, he may not want to see Keith right now, but he’s not going to be a bad employee.
“Lance?” Shiro says once he’s a couple steps away.
Lance smiles, closing the space between him and the table. He looks at Shiro, then the other guy, then finally at Keith. Their eyes meet and something bubbles in his chest, causing him to rip his eyes away.
“Hey,” Lance says, “what can I get you guys started with today?”
“Skip the formalities, I had no idea you worked here,” Shiro says.
“I’ve never seen you guys here before,” Lance says.
“We just moved the flower shop here a couple months ago,” Keith says.
“Oh, I’m sorry, this is Adam,” Shiro says, motioning to the other man.
Lance smiles and nods at Adam. He quickly notices how close he and Shiro are, and their hands are connected under the table. He probably could have guessed.
“Nice to meet you,” Lance says, “I’m sorry, but I do need to take your orders, it’s sort of busy here.”
Shiro and Adam quickly order milkshakes and when Lance turns his attention to Keith, his heart skips a beat when Keith’s already looking at him.
“What do you recommend?” Keith asks, “I’ve never been here before.”
Lance grins, thinking of all his favourite drinks that Pidge has made for him. She is a wizard with beverages.
“How do you feel about pineapple?” Lance asks.
“Just get me whatever your favourite is,” Keith says.
“He’s lazy,” Shiro says with a chuckle.
Keith shoots him a glare, but Lance just laughs quietly. Seeing Shiro and Keith interact makes him miss his siblings a lot. He gets them their drinks, checking in on his other tables on the way. He feels something sickly sweet as he watches the way Shiro and Adam giggle and share their shakes. His soulmate is out there somewhere, but he might never find them. He might never get to giggle over a shake with someone. And what’s worse is that he can’t stop imagining someone very similar to Keith being his soulmate.
“Tell me about this drink,” Keith says, “I’m sick of third wheeling them.”
Lance gets it, he’s had his fair share of third wheeling with Hunk and Shay.
“Isn’t it your fault you’re third wheeling?” Lance asks, “you didn’t need to eat here.”
“And to think I thought you were on my side,” Keith says, “it’s fine, go serve the other customers. I’ll be fine.”
Lance smiles, something way too genuine for his liking and leans forward slightly.
“It’s a vanilla strawberry slush,” Lance says, “enjoy.”
When he turns and walks away, he’s sure his entire face, neck and ears are red. Keith smells really damn good. If he ends up walking to their table a few more times than he should, no one mentions it. If he puts a smiley face on their bill, no one mentions it. If he forgets to clean a couple tables, no one mentions it. When he gets home and falls onto the couch with a heavy sigh, Hunk just sits down next to him, handing him a glass of homemade cider.
“So,” Hunk says.
“So?” Lance repeats.
“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” Hunk asks.
“Everything… nothing… I don’t know,” Lance says, “frankly, this is all a bit confusing.”
“Tell me about it,” Hunk says.
“I touched my soulmate. My soulmate is somewhere out there and I have no idea who they are,” Lance says, “and a rose… I’ve seen so many people with a rose as their soulmark, it could be anyone.”
He lets his head fall back and stares at the ceiling.
“And Keith. I know I’ve been not so subtly hiding my thoughts on him, but seeing him at the diner…” Lance says, “he’s hot Hunk. Like super, duper hot. But he’s cute too. And he’s got this edge to him. But he arranges flowers.”
“Sounds like you like him,” Hunk says.
“But he’s not my soulmate,” Lance says, “I know it’s a rose and I met him for the first time and he’s hot and he’s nice to me but… he would have said something, I would have felt something.”
“I’m not sure what you want to hear from me,” Hunk says.
“I’m just confused Hunk, I’m confused about what I’m supposed to feel,” Lance says, “I want to be in love, I want to experience everything you and Shay have. I want to find my person.”
He lifts his head and looks at Hunk with weary eyes.
“And I’m scared,” Lance says, “I’m so fucking scared, because despite only knowing him for three days, part of me is disappointed that it’s not Keith.”
There isn’t much for Hunk to say after that. The silence stretches until Lance can’t stand it anymore.
“Hunk, I think I’m fucked,” Lance says.
“You’re young, Lance, we all are,” Hunk says, “you have time to figure this out.”
“When have you ever known me to take my time?” Lance asks.
“You don’t have to let thatl define you,” Hunk says, “talk to Keith, keep looking for your soulmate. It will work. This will have a conclusion.”
“But what if I never find it?” Lance asks.
“No one deserves true love more than you do,” Hunk says, “who you find that with doesn’t matter.”
“I think no matter what I’m going to feel guilty,” Lance says.
“There’s nothing left for me to say buddy,” Hunk says.
“I know,” Lance says softly, “I know.”
“Come on, we should probably get to bed,” Hunk says, “Pidge wants us up bright and early.”
“Aye aye captain,” Lance says with a lazy salute.
–
“Are you sure you have everything?” Hunk asks, “like one hundred percent sure?”
Lance sighs, opening his backpack so Hunk can peek inside of it.
“It’s a four hour hike,” Lance says, “we’ll be fine.”
“Hydration and nutrition are important,” Hunk says.
“It’s still dark outside and I’m awake,” Lance says, “don’t test me right now.”
“Come on, Pidge will be here any minute,” Hunk says, “lock up behind you.”
Look, Lance doesn’t mind hiking. He doesn’t mind waking up a bit early. But waking up at four in the morning for a hike? Yeah, he can’t say he’s super excited. He’s just glad to spend time with his friends. Pidge gets there only a couple minutes after they get outside, and to no one's surprise, she’s vibrating with energy. Lance has never met someone with as much energy as her, and on top of that she basically doesn’t sleep. He wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t human.
“Okay, so I have to tell you something,” Pidge says.
They’ve been driving for half an hour by now, Matt in the driver seat, Pidge passenger, Hunk and Lance squeezed in the back.
“That doesn’t sound good,” Lance says, “what did you do?”
“She didn’t do anything,” Matt says, “well, okay maybe she did.”
“Spit it out!” Lance says, “it’s too early for this.”
“I invited some other people,” Pidge says.
“Okay?” Lance says.
“Yeah, I’m not seeing the issue either,” Hunk says.
“You know Allura? The girl I met at the bar a couple weeks ago?” Pidge says.
“Yeah, we’ve all met her,” Lance says.
“She sort of knows some people,” Pidge says, “and I said she could invite them too.”
“Pidge?” Lance says.
“She may or may not be good friends with Shiro,” Pidge says.
“Don’t-” Lance starts.
“We’re meeting Allura, Keith and Shiro there,” Pidge says quickly.
Lance snaps his mouth shut and immediately sinks down in his seat.
“Are you kidding me?” Lance says angrily.
“Look, I’m sorry,” Pidge says, “I didn’t realize she would be bringing Keith.”
“You can avoid him if you want,” Hunk says, “hide in the trees like a cat stalking us or something.”
“Guys, I’m a grown adult, I’ll be fine,” Lance says, “just- I don’t like that he’s infiltrating my life.”
“You’re so dramatic,” Matt says, “it’s your fault for buying his flowers.”
“Oh yeah, that’s totally my fault,” Lance says.
“Okay, let’s be peaceful, yeah?” Hunk says, “we’re about to connect with nature.”
“Fine,” Lance says, “but you owe me dinner or something, Pidge.”
“Sure, whatever will get you to shut your mouth,” Pidge says.
“Guys, please,” Matt says, “like Lance said, you guys are adults.”
The rest of the drive is mostly silent. Lance looks out the window, moping and brooding while Matt and Pidge argue about some robot they made. When they get there, there is only one other car parked in the area, and three people hop out of it once they pull up. Lance hates how his eyes immediately find Keith’s hair. He hates that his eyes quickly scan his figure and the way his clothes hug everything so well.
“You coming?” Hunk asks.
Lance nods, ripping his eyes from Keith to follow Hunk out of the car. As they walk over to them, Lance tries his hardest not to show the broodiness in his posture. He’s not sure how successful he is, because Keith immediately walks over to him as everyone else greets each other.
“Hi,” Keith says, “didn’t know you knew Allura.”
“I don’t really know her,” Lance says, “she’s a friend of Pidge.”
“The short one,” Keith says, “she works the bar at the diner, right?”
Lance nods, swaying on his feet slightly. He can do this. Sure, Keith’s hair looks perfect and his eyes are sparkling and Lance wants to fall into his arms, but he’ll be just fine. A gust of wind flows past them, and Lance can smell the remnants of a cigarette coming from Keith’s clothes. It shouldn’t be hot, it really shouldn’t be, but Lance would be lying if he said it wasn’t.
“You don’t seem like the hiking type,” Lance says, “how’d they convince you to come out here?”
Keith seems to pause for a moment, and Lance blames his delusions for the slight blush he sees on Keith’s cheeks.
“Shiro is buying me dinner later,” Keith says, “I was planning to hit the diner again.”
“Oh, we made that good of an impression on you?” Lance says with a smirk.
“Mmm, the food did,” Keith says, “the service was… okay at best.”
“You tipped me ten dollars,” Lance says.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Keith says, “come on, they’re going to leave without us.”
Lance watches for a moment as Keith jogs to catch up with the group. He’s wearing black cargo pants, combat boots, a grey t-shirt and a cropped red and black jacket. It should be cringey. The bad boy thing should come off as goofy… but Lance can’t help but find it alluring. Keith pulls it off. He pulls off the edgy look without looking like a complete idiot. Lance jogs to catch up to them, already hearing an argument happening between Matt and Shiro.
“How well do you know Matt?” Keith asks once they start walking.
Lance tucks his hands into his pockets, kicking at the pebbles at their feet.
“I’ve known him for four years now,” Lance says, “why?”
He feels something strange pool in his gut. He’s not sure what Keith’s into, if he’s even into guys, but is Matt his type? He shouldn’t care, and he doesn’t. He doesn’t mind at all. He has no reason to care. Matt hasn’t met his soulmate yet, maybe Keith is the one.
“Just curious,” Keith says with a shrug, “seems like he and Shiro are getting along.”
“They’re around the same age,” Lance says, “Matt is super cool. Super smart too, it seems to run in Pidge’s family.”
“I see,” Keith says, “does the fluffy hair run in the family too.”
“Uh yeah- I guess so,” Lance says.
That same sour feeling is pooling in his gut, and it’s getting harder to ignore.
“Has he met his soulmate?” Keith asks, “everyone seems to have met theirs lately.”
The question feels like a punch to the stomach and Lance nearly falters in his walking. He keeps himself together and swallows the lump in his throat. He shouldn’t feel like this. Keith isn’t his soulmate, he has no entitlement over him.
“No… he uh- not yet,” Lance says, clearing his throat, “he doesn’t go out much. He’s always building something.”
“I see,” Keith says.
It’s silent after that for a while, not just for them, but for the whole group. The sunrise is just too beautiful for any real conversation to take place. The little openings in the trees give them the perfect little views of the sky and by the time they reach the lookout, they’ve separated into smaller groups to get different views. Lance is standing next to a tree, watching as some birds fly around each other under the sun. He’s jealous of the birds. He’s pathetic.
“What are you looking at?” Keith asks, stepping next to him.
Lance takes a deep breath, immediately regretting as Keith’s woodsy smell fills his mind.
“Birds,” Lance says, “I think they’re in love.”
He points to the birds and hears Keith chuckle just a couple seconds later.
“Do you think animals have soul mates too?” Keith asks.
“I don’t know,” Lance says, “I like to think they don’t need them. Soulmarks are kind of a burden if you think about it.”
“Oh,” Keith says softly.
“I don’t know, it’s just… it’s hard to live when you know someone is out there just waiting,” Lance says, “and knowing your perfect match is out there and you might never meet them? I don’t know. It’s too complicated.”
“I guess so,” Keith says, “it is quite stressful.”
“Have you met your soulmate yet?” Lance asks.
Keith doesn’t say anything. He’s silent long enough that Lance turns to look at him, worried he somehow snuck away.
“Keith?” Lance says softly.
“Uh… no,” Keith says, “I uh- I haven’t.”
Lance nods, swallowing the lump that has once again formed in his throat.
“Yeah, me neither,” Lance says.
The air around them feels awkward after that, and Lance is inexplicably thankful when Hunk comes over and starts some conversation about which flowers around them are edible.
–
“Okay, what do you expect me to do here?” Hunk says, “this wall is massive.”
“We climb,” Allura says, “look.”
She immediately finds a place to plant her feet and start scaling up the wall. They all watch for a moment, caught off guard by how easy she makes it look. The wall is triple her height, but she makes it up before Lance can really even blink. He has to admit, the idea of climbing the wall makes his skin buzz. Matt follows after her, Hunk going after so that Shiro is below him to catch him. After Shiro, Pidge makes her way up. She sort of looks like a spidermonkey with her small stature, but she manages just fine.
“You go first,” Keith says, nodding towards the wall.
“No way,” Lance says, “you go first.”
“I’m not losing this fight,” Keith says, “just go, the others are going to get impatient.”
“Keith, climbing is my shit,” Lance says, “I’m not going to fall. But you might.”
“Oh really?” Keith says, “you think I’m going to slip?”
“I don’t know, you don’t seem like a climber to me,” Lance says, “I don’t often meet self proclaimed bad boys who climb mountains.”
“When have I ever called myself a bad boy?” Keith asks, “I’ll have you know I can climb just fine.”
“Those dorky fingerless gloves aren’t fooling anyone,” Lance says, crossing his arms.
He can’t deny that the gloves are hot, despite the dorky nature of them.
“These dorky gloves are for riding my bike,” Keith says, “got sick of ripping the shit out of my hands on the handles.”
Lance’s knees suddenly feel weak. Of course Keith has a fucking motorcycle. His mind is quick to create fantasies of him riding on the bike, arms wrapped around Keith’s middle.
“Well, I- I’m not going first,” Lance says.
“Now you’re just being stubborn,” Keith says playfully.
“Are you idiots coming?” Pidge yells over the edge, “we’re getting bored.”
Keith and Lance both look at each other, and after a short pause, they sprint towards the wall and start climbing, an unspoken battle starting between them. When they get to the top, they’re both out of breath, but they have wide grins on their faces.
“Did you really have to make it a competition?” Shiro asks, looking at Keith.
“It’s his fault,” Keith protests, kicking Lance’s ankle.
“Are you guys children?” Pidge asks.
“No way you’re saying that to me right now,” Lance says.
“Come on guys,” Matt says, “we’re almost at the bridge.”
Lance grins and kicks Keith’s heel to get him moving. Keith turns back and glares at Lance playfully, but he starts walking.
“So, you’re definitely not from LA,” Keith says, “how’d you end up here?”
Lance’s heart flutters. Keith sounds genuinely interested.
“I was born in Cuba,” Lance says, “I lived there on the beach with my family until I was eighteen. I came here to pursue acting.”
“Really?” Keith says, “so you've been here for…”
“Four years,” Lance says.
“I can't imagine coming to LA after living in Cuba,” Keith says, “that must have been hard.”
Lance takes a deep breath and thinks back to the day he left. He's not sure he's ever cried that much before.
“It was probably the hardest choice I've had to make,” Lance says, “I miss my family every day. Things are so… quiet here.”
“Big family?” Keith asks.
“Yeah, I have ten siblings in total,” Lance says, “and a lot of nieces and nephews. The house was always loud, always full. Now my apartment with Hunk can feel… empty.”
“So you like kids then?” Keith asks.
“Yeah, I think kids are super cool, honestly,” Lance says, “they know how to live without caring.”
“That's sweet, it must be nice to have so many people to support you,” Keith says.
“Hey, you have Shiro,” Lance says, “he seems pretty cool.”
“I've only known him for a few years now,” Keith says, “I don't really know what it's like to grow up with siblings.”
Lance then falls into a ramble about his family. He talks about his parents and step parents, all his siblings and nieces and nephews. He tells stories and facts about all of them. He finds himself smiling so wide it hurts as he talks about them. He really, really needs to go and visit them sometime soon. He's not sure how long he's talking, but Keith is engaged, asking questions and keeping him going. It's nice. It's nice to talk about his family to someone new. To someone who listens.
“Okay, wait,” Lance says, “let me ask you questions. You've been interviewing me the entire hike.”
“Would you look at that, we're at the bridge,” Keith says, pointing ahead of them.
“I'm not that easy to avoid,” Lance says, “it's my turn to question you on the way back.”
“Sure,” Keith says.
“I'm not joking,” Lance says.
“Last one to the bridge stinks,” Keith says.
“You already do,” Lance says as he starts sprinting past Keith.
He doesn't see it, but Keith smiles fondly behind him.
–
“See, this was definitely worth it,” Pidge says.
They're on hour two of the hike, the halfway point, and they're all sitting by a waterfall eating the snacks they brought. Lance is thankful Hunk made him pack so much, the hike has made him ravenous. Keith wandered off to piss a while ago, and Lance doesn't want to admit he's worried… but he's been gone for a weirdly long amount of time, okay?
“I'm gonna go find Keith,” Lance says.
“He's fine,” Allura says.
“No human takes that long to piss,” Lance says, “and you're all too busy eating to talk, I'm bored.”
“I literally just started a conversation,” Pidge says.
“I'll be right back,” Lance says.
He hears Shiro chuckle behind him, but he doesn't pay it any attention. He just needs to make sure Keith didn't get attacked by a bear or something. He's just looking out for his friends. Okay? He doesn't exactly know where to go to find him, but he just sort of wanders in the direction he saw him go. Soon enough, he smells cigarette smoke and he follows it. He finds Keith sitting on a rock next to a small pond. Just as Lance enters the area, Keith leans his head back and blows a puff of smoke out to the sky. And wow, so that was unbelievably hot. His neck is long and open and pale and Lance needs to stop his thoughts immediately. He has a soulmate somewhere out there.
“Hey,” Lance says, walking over to him.
“Oh, hi,” Keith says with a small smile.
“Hiding from my questions?” Lance asks.
Keith chuckles, blowing out another puff of smoke.
“No, I uh- I don't like smoking in front of people,” Keith says, “the smell is not exactly pleasant.”
Lance hums in acknowledgement, looking at the cigarette pinched between Keith's fingers.
“That's sweet of you,” Lance says.
“See, not all bad boy and emo as you claim,” Keith says, putting out the butt of the cigarette in the soil.
“Mmm, no, you're definitely still emo,” Lance says.
“Really?” Keith says.
“You have a mullet,” Lance says.
“Isn't that like… country or something?” Keith says.
“On you it's definitely to be cool and edgy, I see through it,” Lance says with a smile.
“Is that so?” Keith says, “you know me that well?”
“It's not my fault you asked all the questions,” Lance says.
Keith smiles, tossing a rock into the pond.
“It was nice to see you talk about your family,” Keith says with a shrug, “seemed like you've been wanting to talk about them.”
Lance flushes and looks down at his feet. Keith can't keep doing this to him. He can't keep pulling Lance in.
“Yeah,” Lance says, “am I allowed to ask you questions now?”
“Go ahead,” Keith says.
“Shiro's your only sibling right?” Lance says, “what other family did you have growing up?”
Keith seems to falter at this for a moment, but he quickly regains himself and looks at Lance.
“Spent most of my childhood in foster care,” Keith says, “I don't really remember my parents.”
“Oh,” Lance says softly, “I'm sorry, we don't have to talk about it.”
“No, it's fine,” Keith says, “I think I turned out just fine.”
“I don't know, you ride motorcycles and wear leather,” Lance says, “is that doing fine?”
Keith chuckles and kicks Lance's ankle.
“For claiming to dislike my style, you sure talk about it a lot,” Keith says.
“It's out of… hate. Yeah, I hate it so I am sharing my opinion,” Lance says.
“Did you even convince yourself with that?” Keith asks.
“I'm supposed to be asking questions here, stay on track,” Lance says.
“Right,” Keith says, “you definitely don't like my fingerless gloves.”
“You're a jerk,” Lance says with a pout.
“Fine, okay,” Keith says, “what do you want to know about me?”
Lance hums, tapping a finger to his chin. He hadn't really thought about what to ask Keith. But Keith is staring at him expectantly and he doesn't want to make him wait.
“Tell me some of your hobbies,” Lance says.
Keith smiles and stands from the rock, extending a hand for Lance.
“I'll answer on the walk back,” Keith says, “we should go back before they come looking for us.”
Lance takes his hand, and his head spins at how perfectly their hands fit together. He gets up and turns his gaze away from Keith, more than certain he's blushing.
–
“Are you sure?” Keith says, “I feel bad for inviting myself.”
“I'm definitely sure,” Lance says, “getting a hotel for the night would be lame.”
“I could stay with Allura,” Keith says.
“Okay, it just sounds like you don't want to come over,” Lance says.
“Is Hunk okay with it?” Keith asks.
“Of course, he'll gladly make us all dinner too,” Lance says, “and we can invite Pidge, Matt and Allura too, make it a movie night.”
“Sounds like fun,” Keith says, “I'll swing by later then?”
“You know where I live?” Lance says, cocking an eyebrow.
“Give me your phone,” Keith says.
“What?” Lance says.
“Your phone, so I can give you my number?” Keith says like it's obvious, which it is, “then you can send me your address.”
Lance nods, fumbles for his phone for a while before finally handing it to Keith with a new contact waiting.
“Okay, see you later,” Keith says.
“Wait,” Lance says, “I have one condition.”
“Mhm, and what is that?” Keith says.
“Please ride your motorcycle to my place, I want to see it,” Lance says.
“And you claim it's dorky to be edgy,” Keith says.
“You know what, maybe I don't want you in my apartment,” Lance huffs.
“I'll see you tonight, Lance,” Keith says.
Lance immediately blushes at the use of his name. Yeah… he's definitely fucked.
–
“What are you not telling me?” Lance asks, watching as Pidge pulls out more blankets from the closet.
“Nothing!” Pidge says.
“I saw you talking to Shiro suspiciously,” Lance says.
“We were having a normal conversation,” Pidge says, “not everything is about you.”
“Then why did Shiro keep looking at me?” Lance asks.
“Because he's happy his brother has a friend,” Pidge says, “okay?”
Lance huffs, letting the couch swallow him.
“Keith thinks we're friends?” Lance asks.
Pidge rolls her eyes and sits next to Lance, crossing her legs under herself.
“Yes you idiot, he does,” Pidge says, “and I know you're struggling with this whole thing, but you guys get along and that's good.”
“Right, yeah,” Lance says, “it's good.”
“Lance, is there anything you want to talk about?” Pidge asks, “you know… about this whole thing.”
Before Lance can answer, there's a knock at the door. He hears Matt walk over to answer it and he hears Allura and Keith’s voices. It suddenly dawns on him that having a sleepover as a bunch of grown adults is a bit weird. But before the thought can exist for too long, Keith walks in the room and takes his mind off of it. Keith looks much more casual than he’s seen him before. He’s wearing grey sweatpants, a black hoodie and his hair is tied back in a small bun. He looks comfortable and soft and Lance wants to be wrapped in his arms. How has this boy he met only a few days ago plagued his mind?
“Hey!” Lance says, “you guys made it.”
He stands from the couch, walking over to welcome them in. Hunk is oblivious in the kitchen, working on whatever delicious meal they’re going to eat. After he says his hellos to Allura, Matt and Pidge drag her into the eating area to help them set the table.
“Hi,” Keith says.
“Hey,” Lance says, “you look cozy.”
“You don’t look cozy enough,” Keith says.
Lance pouts, looking down at his jeans and t-shirt. Keith makes a good point. A very good point.
“I’ll change after dinner,” Lance says quickly, “come on, I want to show you the movie options.”
“I know the Netflix catalog,” Keith says sarcastically.
“Oh, you are not ready,” Lance says, grabbing Keith’s wrist, “come on.”
He drags him to the living room where he and Hunk have their shelf full of VHS tapes. He lets go of his wrist, despite not wanting to, and turns to look at him. Keith has this giddy look on his face and it makes Lance’s entire face flush.
“This is awesome,” Keith says, running his finger over the edges of all the tapes.
“Hunk and I have been working on this collection for a while,” Lance says.
“Who’s the nerd into space movies?” Keith asks, poking at an obscure space film.
“I’ll have you know I am not a nerd,” Lance says.
“No way, is that Event Horizon?” Keith says.
“Oh, so you’re a space nerd too?” Lance says playfully.
Keith looks at him sheepishly, not hiding his interest at all.
“Okay, clearly I was not asking you the right questions this morning,” Lance says, “you didn’t mention space in your hobbies.”
“I didn’t want to ruin my edgy appeal,” Keith says.
“This already did,” Lance says, flicking his man bun.
Keith chuckles and turns away from Lance, walking towards the couch. Lance follows after him, sitting next to him.
“So is Hunk a good cook outside of work?” Keith asks.
“Oh, he’s amazing,” Lance says, “he’s made me like foods I thought I hated.”
“I guess one of the roommates has to be talented,” Keith says with a small grin.
“Hey!” Lance says, “I'm plenty talented.”
“Oh yeah? How so?” Keith asks.
“You saw me climb the rock wall,” Lance says with a huff.
“You saw me do the same,” Keith says.
“Well, I happen to be quite fast too,” Lance says.
“I kept up with you,” Keith says.
“Well, you don't make crazy amounts of tip money with your charm,” Lance says.
“You tipped me quite well for the flowers,” Keith says, “which look great in your place by the way.”
Lance flushes, both from annoyance and embarrassment.
“Well-” Lance starts, “I…”
“What's something you can do, that I can't?” Keith asks.
But it's not malicious, his tone is playful, demanding, teasing… flirty?
“I- I play guitar and sing,” Lance says softly, “please don't tell me that you can do that.”
Keith smiles, and Lance waits in anticipation for him to talk about his numerous guitars and concerts and songs.
“You got me there,” Keith says, “but I won't believe it until I see it.”
Lance grins. He got him.
“I play at the open mic on the beach sometimes,” Lance says, “you could watch with Pidge and Hunk.
“Okay,” Keith says, “but beware, I will boo if you don't blow me away.”
“Oh don't worry, you'll be blown away,” Lance says.
–
“So, how was my cooking?” Hunk asks.
Lance is helping him clean up, letting the others relax in the living room. He can hear them debating about movies and it makes something warm swell in his chest. It makes him think of the movie nights he would have back home.
“You’ve outdone yourself again, buddy,” Lance says, “and I think everyone felt the same. Lots of happy eaters out there.”
Hunk grins and bumps his hip, nearly knocking Lance over.
“Did Keith like it?” Hunk asks.
Lance rolls his eyes. He's not sure how else to get it into Hunk and Pidges heads that Keith is his friend. Not his soulmate, not his crush. His friend.
“I'm sure he did,” Lance says.
“Look, I know you barely admit it to yourself, but you're constantly flirting with him,” Hunk says.
“Am not,” Lance says.
“I'm not going to argue with you right now,” Hunk says, “go change and join them. We can do the dishes tomorrow.”
Lance smiles and walks out of the kitchen. He knows Hunk is just looking out for him, but he just wishes people would let him work through this on his own. When he walks into the living room, dressed comfortably in pajama pants and a hoodie, he feels his heart thump heavily in his chest. Everyone is sitting, watching as Pidge gets the movie set up. Allura and Matt are on the couch, a spot in between them for Pidge. Hunks chair is left empty, and Keith is sitting comfortably on the beanbag next to the couch. The only spot left is next to Keith. He takes a deep breath and walks over to him. The beanbag is big, but he knows they're going to be close. Too close for his muddled mind to handle with grace. Keith looks up at him, hood covering his dark hair, making his eyes shine brighter.
“You look much more cozy now,” Keith says, voice soft.
“Got room for one more?” Lance asks, kicking the beanbag.
“Mmm, I could,” Keith says, “but what if Hunk wants to sit here?”
“Do you really expect me to sit on Hunk’s chair?” Lance says, “that’s like… a death sentence and a half.”
“But he’s such a nice guy,” Keith says.
“That’s what you think,” Lance says, “try living with him.”
Keith looks at him with a raised eyebrow and nods to his left. Lance smiles and sits down next to him. His heart stutters for a moment. His entire side is pressed up against Keith’s. He can feel his body move with every breath, can feel his warmth radiating through him.
“So, what movie did you guys decide on?” Lance asks.
He tries not to think about the contact, he tries not to think about how close they are. When Keith turns to look at him, their noses less than a foot apart, Lance pulls his hood up, trying to hide the flush that reaches his ears.
“Some old romcom,” Keith says, “I think it’s one of those beach movies.”
Lance smiles and relaxes into the beanbag. That happens to be right up his alley.
“I don’t like that look,” Keith says.
“I happen to be a fan of old, beachy romcoms,” Lance says, “is that a crime?”
“I don’t know,” Keith says.
“You don’t know?” Lance repeats.
“I’ve never watched one,” Keith says with a shrug, “there’s a first time for everything.”
Lance gasps, over dramatic as always, and looks at Keith with wide eyes.
“I can’t believe this, I simply cannot believe this,” Lance says, “oh I am so ashamed of you.”
“Wow, I didn’t realize you cared this much,” Keith says playfully.
“Of course I do,” Lance says, “this is a very important matter.”
Keith chuckles and shuffles slightly in the bag to get more comfortable. The action shifts Lance slightly closer to him. He tries not to think about it.
“Hunk, get your ass in here,” Lance yells, “we have a movie to watch.”
“You’re dramatic,” Keith says.
“I’ve been told,” Lance says.
–
Lance isn’t sure how or when, but at some point during the movie he fell asleep. He’s only made aware of this fact when Keith sneezes, jolting him awake. He also realizes very quickly that not only was he asleep, but he was most definitely asleep on Keith’s chest. The thought makes his stomach swirl.
“I’m sorry,” Keith whispers, “didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“Bless you,” Lance says sleepily, still tucked under Keith’s arm.
Keith chuckles and Lance feels it vibrate through him. He shivers, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“How long was I out?” Lance asks.
“Less than an hour,” Keith says, “everyone else is looking pretty tired too. Probably calling it quits after this movie.”
“Mmm, but I’m not tired,” Lance says.
“Are you really going to try and convince me of that?” Keith asks.
Lance laughs softly and sits up from his spot in Keith’s arm, slightly reluctant to do so. The movie is just about over, but now that Lance has been woken up, he’s not going to be able to fall back asleep for a while. Keith looks to be just about as awake as him, despite everyone else looking beyond tired, and he wonders if he’s another Pidge. He looks over to her, only to find her fast asleep with her head on Allura’s lap and legs across Matt’s. So even the little alien needs sleep sometimes too.
“I’m not tired anymore,” Lance says, “not after your sneeze scared the living shit out of me.”
“I said I was sorry,” Keith whispers.
“We have a balcony,” Lance says.
Keith looks at him, raising an eyebrow, a slight uptilt to his mouth.
“That’s super cool, Lance,” Keith says.
Lance clears his throat, trying not to let his embarrassment take over him.
“I uh- I won’t be able to fall asleep for a while,” Lance says, “we could sit out there for a bit… if you want.”
Keith smiles, tucking his hands into the pocket of his hoodie.
“Sure,” Keith says, “that sounds nice.”
Lance settles back down into the beanbag and the movie ends soon after. Hunk is quick to retire to his room, Matt on his tail. Allura wakes Pidge up and together they pull the couch out into a bed and quickly toss all of the pillows and blankets on it.
“You guys need anything?” Lance asks once they’ve settled in.
“Silence,” Pidge says, “go away.”
Lance chuckles, getting the memo and he turns to face Keith.
“Shall we?” Lance asks.
Keith nods and follows him out to the balcony. The air has a slight chill to it, but Lance appreciates it against his warm face. He brings them to the small couch in the corner and sits down, Keith quickly following suit.
“Aren’t the stars nice?” Lance says after a couple moments of silence.
“Nothing compared to the desert,” Keith says, voice slightly far away.
“Did you live close to the desert in Texas?” Lance asks.
“Oh, well before I met Shiro, I actually lived in the desert,” Keith says, “it was… an interesting year.”
They fall into an easy conversation, and Lance finds himself admiring every little detail he learns about Keith. Time passes quickly and Lance is practically floating in a soft happy haze. But then he stretches and Keith sees the soul mark on his neck.
“Hey Lance?” Keith says.
“Yeah?” Lance says, slight confusion lacing his words.
“Remember when you said you haven’t met your soulmate yet?” Keith says.
“Uh, yeah?” Lance says.
“Why did you lie?” Keith says, “your mark… you’ve met them.”
Lance drops his eyes to his lap and watches as his knee begins to bounce. He completely forgot he panicked and told Keith he hadn’t met them yet. It wasn’t a complete lie, he has no idea who it is, but he still lied.
“I’m sorry,” Lance says, shaking his head, “I was- I guess I was embarrassed.”
“What do you mean? Keith asks carefully.
“I technically met them at the music festival,” Lance says, “that’s when my mark changed.”
“Oh,” Keith says softly.
“But I… I have no idea who it is,” Lance says, “I don’t have a single clue.”
“I’m sorry,” Keith says, “that must be hard.”
“Yeah,” Lance says.
“Hey, at least it looks super cool,” Keith says, tapping the mark on Lance’s neck, “not everyone can say that.”
Lance chuckles, skin burning where Keith touched it.
“I guess so,” Lance says, “what time is it?”
He yawns after his question, smiling softly when Keith follows suit.
“Just past two,” Keith says, “we should probably head to sleep.”
“Mhm,” Lance hums, “I’ll uh- I’ll show you to my room.”
“Thanks again for having me over,” Keith says, “you’re saving my poor ears.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t want to be part of a middle aged wine party either,” Lance says, “plus, I was itching for a movie night anyways.”
“You literally fell asleep during the movie,” Keith says.
“That’s part of the fun,” Lance mumbles, “come on, it’s getting too cold out here.”
–
The next couple weeks go the same way. Lance keeps seeing Keith at work. He and Keith keep hanging out. He keeps slowly forgetting the whole soulmate situation whenever he’s with Keith. Keith has a way of making everything feel easier, of making everything heavy slide off of Lance’s shoulders. But when he’s not with Keith, everything floods back into him. He feels this immense guilt for spending time with Keith when he knows his soulmate is out there somewhere. He feels an even larger guilt for falling for Keith. He was trying to ignore it, pushing the thoughts out of his mind, but he can’t stop it anymore, he can’t deny it. He’s falling for Keith day by day, and he’s not sure how much farther he can go before there’s no turning back. That’s how he ends up on the balcony, tears soaking the knees he has tucked up to his chest. He hears the door slide open and a presence settles next to him.
“Hey buddy,” Hunk says, “what’s going on?”
Lance sniffles, wiping some of the tears from his cheeks.
“I don’t know what to do,” Lance says, “I’m lost.”
“Tell me about it,” Hunk says softly.
“I- I just feel so guilty about everything,” Lance says, “a month ago, I ran into my soulmate somewhere and I still have no idea who it is. I thought the universe was going to have done its magic by now, but it’s being cruel instead.”
He takes a deep breath, willing back the tears threatening to choke him up.
“But I’m falling for him, Hunk, I’m falling for him and I can’t stop it,” Lance says, “and I feel so fucking guilty that he’s all I can think about. He’s just… I’ve never felt like that around anyone and I don’t know how much longer I can handle all of this.”
Hunk places a hand on his shoulder, trying his best to bring him comfort. There’s not much for him to say, Lance knows that, but he still wants something out of him. Something to comfort the guilt permanently stuck in his gut.
“Does Keith know about your soulmark,” Hunk says.
“Yes,” Lance says.
“And how about his?” Hunk says, “has he met his soulmate.”
“No,” Lance says, “but I’ve never seen his, so maybe he has… I don’t know.”
“Then I think you guys just need to… let things happen naturally,” Hunk says, “and I know you don’t want to hear it, but the universe is looking out for you. I promise.”
“Sure,” Lance says.
“You also might want to clean yourself up a bit,” Hunk says, “we have to pick everyone up for the museum soon.”
“I’ll see you inside,” Lance says.
“Okay,” Hunk says, looking at Lance sadly as he walks back into the apartment.
Lance stays out there for a little longer, doing his best to compose himself. The last thing he needs is to face Keith with tears in his eyes. He can't make Keith feel guilty for being his friend. He can be friends with Keith, he can do that. They pick up Pidge first, then Shiro and Keith. Allura is already there since her uncle is one of the main tour guides in the museum. The car ride consists entirely of karaoke and Lance finds himself cheering up rather quickly. Once they're in the museum, it becomes very clear they all have different things they want to see first.
“Okay, why don't we split up and go look at our things,” Shiro says, “we can meet up for lunch and then look at the biosphere together.”
“Works for me,” Pidge says, practically dragging Hunk away with her.
They head in the direction of technological advancements and science history. Allura and Shiro make their way towards the art, leaving Keith and Lance to find their way around.
“So we're obviously going to the space section, right?” Lance asks.
“Of course,” Keith says, “I heard they have a planetarium.”
“Well then, lead the way sir,” Lance says.
Keith chuckles and starts walking towards the signs pointing to the astronomy section. Lance follows behind him quickly, purposely stepping on the back of his boots.
“Knock it off,” Keith says, “these boots are not invincible.”
“But you're walking too fast, it's a museum,” Lance says, “we need to properly savour everything.”
“We're not even at the exhibits yet,” Keith says with a sigh.
The sigh almost sounds fond and Lance has to put everything he has into not letting his delusions go crazy. Keith is not into him.
“Okay fine, but once we're there, you're walking at my pace,” Lance says.
“Sure,” Keith says.
They get into the elevator waiting for them and Keith punches in the fourth floor.
“I'm serious,” Lance says.
“I know, I'll walk slow,” Keith says with a soft smile.
When they walk into the astronomy floor, there are very few other people there and Lance is both relieved and annoyed. He's not in a state to be completely alone with Keith right now. They walk up to the first area and Lance is immediately entranced. It’s just a bunch of old space gear and parts but it has Lance easily drawn in. Besides the ocean, space is what fascinates Lance the most. The endless abyss, the shining stars and beautiful planets. The mystery of it all. He loves a good mystery.
“You like the old stuff?” Keith says.
Lance can feel him looking at the side of his face, and his gaze burns.
“Yeah,” Lance says, “it’s so cool to see how everything has changed so quickly for space travel.”
“You know, when I lived on my own in the desert, I had a collection of space stuff,” Keith says.
Conversation is easy after that, like it always is, and they make their way through all of the exhibits through fits of laughter and bumping shoulders. They make up stories for everything they see, and read every sign in goofy accents. It’s more fun than Lance thought was possible in a museum. They get stern glances when they’re too loud, but it only makes them laugh more. Finally, once they’ve looked at every little thing they can see, they make their way to the planetarium. They're immediately met with a cool breeze and stars in every little corner. The room is dark, but the stars illuminate it enough that they can see the chairs and each other. Lance looks around in awe, watching as the stars switch to planets. It's beautiful, but despite that, Lance finds himself looking at Keith. Finds that the stars and planets look a lot prettier reflected off of his eyes.
“Should we sit?” Keith asks after a moment of silence.
“Yeah,” Lance says, voice breathy.
Keith leads them to a secluded corner and they sit down, immediately gasping when the room explodes with colour as they travel through a galaxy. Space is genuinely one of the most beautiful things Lance has seen. The energy in the room is too serene for them to talk, so they just watch in silence as they're taken on a journey through space. Lance blames the calmness of everything for him resting his head on Keith's shoulder. He blames the soft hum of music for Keith leaning into the touch. He blames the hypnotic pictures for what he says next.
“We've talked about mine, but what's your soulmark?” Lance asks softly.
It's a tough subject, they both know that. Lance lied about his, Keith hasn't met his soulmate yet. It's all complicated. But Lance is nothing if not curious, and he's held back this long. Keith freezes under his head and his entire body seems to stiffen.
“It's nothing special,” Keith says.
Lance can feel him swallow thickly. Can hear the slight waver in his voice. He lifts his head and looks at him, studying his face. He knows Keith now, knows his expressions and tones. He looks… guilty.
“Keith?” Lance says carefully.
“Lance, it's uh- hard to show you in here,” Keith offers.
“I don't care if it's on your ass cheek,” Lance says, “let me see.”
Keith takes a deep breath, letting his eyes close briefly. After what feels like forever, he turns his head and lifts his hair. There, tucked behind his ear, is a rose… and a wave… Lance feels something so overwhelming take over his body. Seeing the mark that's been burned into his neck sitting comfortably on Keith's scalp makes his skin buzz. Keith was mad at him for lying. Mad at him. For lying. Lance could write an essay about everything he's feeling right now.
“Fuck you,” Lance says.
“Wait, Lance-” Keith starts.
But Lance is already standing, fists clenched at his sides.
“Fuck. You.” Lance repeats.
He storms out of the room before he can hear anything Keith has to say. He needs to be alone, needs to be as far away from Keith as possible. This whole time Lance was fucking sick with guilt and Keith knew they were soulmates? He knew and let Lance suffer anyways. Keith isn't stupid, and even then, the dumbest person on the planet would be able to tell Lance was not happy, was not himself. He's not sure exactly where he's going, but he knows he needs to go somewhere fast, his eyes already brimming with tears. He eventually finds a bathroom and slips in, not acknowledging the other people in there. He closes the door of the stall, flops down to sit on the closed toilet and it all spills out of him. He sobs, his entire body shaking. All the grief and guilt and confusion of the past month coming out all at once. He's angry and sad and happy and everything all at once. Keith is his soulmate. But he's also an asshole. A raging asshole. He's not sure how long he stays like that, but it's long enough for Hunk to call him three times. He picks up the fourth time.
“Where are you guys?” Hunk asks, “the lunch bar closes in less than an hour.”
Lance takes a deep breath, hoping to steady his voice enough to answer.
“I'm not hungry, you can eat without me,” Lance says.
“Is everything okay?” Hunk asks.
“Yeah, just not hungry,” Lance says, “don't wait on me.”
“Is Keith with you?” Hunk asks.
The question stings, but he sits up straight and takes another grounding breath.
“No,” Lance says.
“Shit,” Hunk says, “he's not answering. Are you sure everything is okay?”
“Look, I just- I'd rather be alone for a bit, if that's okay?” Lance says.
“Did something happen with Keith?” Hunk asks.
“I don't want to talk about it,” Lance says, “I'll find you guys later.”
“What about Keith?” Hunk asks.
“He's a grown adult, he'll be fine,” Lance says.
And he hangs up. He meant it, he wants to be alone. He's not sure there's anyone who could comfort him right now. When he's about to accept his tear stained face and leave the stall, he hears a familiar voice.
“Lance? Are you in here?” Keith asks.
Lance sucks in a breath and tucks his legs up to hide his shoes.
“Lance? Please,” Keith says.
His voice sounds hoarse and it breaks Lance's heart.
“He's not here,” Lance says.
“Oh thank god,” Keith says, “I was looking for you everywhere.”
“What do you want?” Lance asks.
“Can we talk?” Keith asks.
“There's not much to talk about,” Lance says.
“I actually think there's everything to talk about,” Keith says, “I have a lot to explain.”
“That's it?” Lance asks.
“And a lot to apologize for,” Keith says, “can you please come out of the stall.”
“No,” Lance says.
“Lance, I'd rather not have this conversation in a bathroom,” Keith says.
“Tough luck,” Lance grumbles.
“Come on Lance, please,” Keith says.
“I don't care how many times you say please,” Lance says, “I'm staying here.”
“I'm not leaving this bathroom until you do,” Keith says.
“Then you better start talking,” Lance says.
He hears Keith sigh, but then there's a thump against the stall door and he sees Keith slide down to sit on the bathroom floor. It's disgusting and he knows Keith is crawling in his skin, but it makes his heart flutter.
“I'm sorry,” Keith says, “for uh- for all of it.”
“Wow, what a grand apology,” Lance says.
“I just need a second to figure out what to say,” Keith says.
“Does being selfish come naturally to you?” Lance asks.
“Okay, look, I know this was all super selfish and stupid and I should have gone about everything differently but I didn't,” Keith says, “I'm going to be as honest as I can, I don't want there to be any fog between us.”
“I'm all ears,” Lance grumbles.
“I knew we were soulmates right away. I felt the heat flash when I gave you the daisy back,” Keith says, “I thought you noticed too, but then you walked away. I checked my mark right after and sure enough it had the wave.”
“You knew?” Lance says, voice cracking.
“When you came back to the flower shop, I was going to tell you, I really was, but then I couldn't. I felt so scared and overwhelmed. You were my soulmate. The person meant for me, who I'm going to spend the rest of my life with,” Keith says, “I wanted to test the waters first. Get used to you, get used to us, before it became anything romantic.”
“So you flirted with me relentlessly and led me to believe I was nothing special to you?” Lance asks.
“I didn't know what to do. Shiro kept telling me to tell you. Told me to explain I wasn't ready for anything real yet, just wanted to get to know you. But I ignored him. I thought I knew better,” Keith says, “so I just kept spending time with you and I loved every second of it. Every second of you. And it just kept building and building and I felt stuck in my lie.”
Lance doesn't say anything this time. He just lets himself think back on all of their time together. All of the guilt he felt for always wanting to be with Keith.
“I'm so sorry for making you feel like shit because I didn't have my own stuff figured out. You deserve more than I've ever given you and I'm sorry that you had to be part of my self realization,” Keith says, “I… I really like you Lance. And I don't like people, I don't like being close to people, I don't hug people, I don't laugh with people- but you're different.”
A silence falls over them and Lance isn't sure what to say or feel.
“You were an asshole,” Lance says.
“I know,” Keith says.
“I was tearing myself apart every day with guilt,” Lance says, “I was entranced by you from the start, but I couldn't feel right when I knew my soulmate was out there. Every time I would come home after being with you, my mind would run and run until I couldn't think anymore.”
“I'm sorry,” Keith says.
“You made me question everything I knew, made me question the universe and what I did to deserve its cruelty,” Lance says, “you made me feel worse than I have in my entire life for simply enjoying your presence.”
“I wasn't thinking,” Keith says.
“No, no you were not,” Lance says, “and you're a fucking asshole for that.”
“How can I fix this?” Keith asks, “what can I do to have you?”
“I don't know,” Lance says.
“Do you- do you hate me?” Keith asks.
It's only then that Lance can hear the tears in Keith's voice, can hear that he might be crying as much as Lance is.
“I wish I did,” Lance says, “I should. But I don't. I can't.”
“I'm so sorry,” Keith says.
“Just stop. Stop saying that, I can't stand it,” Lance says.
“Do you want me to go?” Keith asks.
“Yes,” Lance says softly.
“Do you want food?” Keith asks, “I can have Hunk bring you some.”
“No, I uh- I think I'm just going to look around on my own for a bit,” Lance says.
“Will I see you again today?” Keith asks.
“I don't know,” Lance says.
“Okay, I'll uh- bye Lance,” Keith says, clearing his throat.
“Bye Keith,” Lance says.
He listens for his steps to fade out of the bathroom, and the second they're gone, he starts crying again.
–
Lance eventually makes his way out of the bathroom and goes towards the section Pidge and Hunk explored that morning. He doesn't want to see anyone, he just wants to walk and think. He has a lot to think about. And if he's being honest, he's not sure where to start. He walks around idly, not really looking at anything as he passes by. His thoughts are interrupted when he hears his name.
“Lance?”
He turns around to see the source and tries his best to smile.
“Coran?” Lance says, “hi.”
“I just finished a tour with Allura and her friends,” Coran says, “they said they were looking for you.”
“Was uh- was Keith there?” Lance asks.
“Yes, but he was quieter than normal,” Coran says, “must be tired.”
“Right,” Lance says.
“Look, I may sound silly, but I'm quite intelligent, Lance,” Coran says, “what happened between you two? Allura said you were good friends.”
Lance sighs. He's not sure Allura’s eclectic uncle is going to give the words of wisdom he needs.
“It’s complicated, I’m sure you don’t have time to deal with this,” Lance says.
“Nonsense, there is always time when friendship is on the line,” Coran says, “now tell me what’s going on.”
Lance sighs, but he knows there’s no backing out of this. Coran has this determination set on his face and Lance isn’t willing to test it.
“You know that whole soulmate thing?” Lance says.
“Just the soulmarks that everyone has?” Coran says, “yeah, I think I know about those.”
“Well, Keith and I sort of had this misunderstanding about that,” Lance says.
“You’re being awfully vague for someone who was clearly just crying,” Coran says.
“You’re a lot more sarcastic than Allura,” Lance says.
“You’re not the vibrant storyteller she says you are,” Coran says.
“Okay, fine, I’ll stop dancing around it,” Lance says, “when Keith and I met, he realized we were soulmates. I didn’t. And I felt horrible not knowing who my soulmate was. And I felt guilty being around Keith.”
“So he lied?” Coran says, “he kept it from you?”
“For a month,” Lance says, trying not to cry.
“I obviously don’t know the details, I obviously can’t put myself in your shoes, but I think this old man can offer you something,” Coran says, “but you have to promise to listen to what I say.”
“I’ll take whatever you have for me,” Lance says.
“Love works in complicated ways, it’s not linear, it’s not simple, it’s not like a fairytale. It’s deeper than any of that. It’s emotional, full of soul and life,” Coran says, “it’s overwhelming, and facing the prospect of your forever person can be scarier than any monster.”
Lance nods along to prove he’s paying attention. He really is trying to absorb Coran’s words.
“It doesn’t sound malicious, it doesn’t sound manipulative,” Coran says, “it sounds like he was scared and confused, and he let himself drift too far. I can’t force you to forgive him, but I can tell you that life is too short to hold grudges.”
“Wow,” Lance says.
“Working in a museum teaches you a thing or two,” Coran says, “I have another tour to start, but I wish you luck.”
“Thank you,” Lance says.
“Go follow your heart,” Coran says.
With that, he disappears behind a curtain. The whole thing feels like a weird fever dream. Like Coran was some wizard in the right place at the right time. He takes a second to fully compose himself, to really think about what Coran said. But then he’s moving. He doesn’t know where to go, but he knows he needs to get to Keith as soon as he possibly can. He calls Pidge, knowing she always answers on the first ring, and feels a wave of relief when she does.
“Lance? Where are you?” Pidge asks.
“Is Keith with you?” Lance asks.
“Yes,” Pidge says, “what’s going on?”
“Tell him to go to the planetarium,” Lance says, “I need to talk to him.”
“Will this stop him from brooding?” Pidge asks.
“Are you really going to question me right now?” Lance asks.
“Right, Keith to the planetarium, I got you,” Pidge says.
She hangs up and Lance wastes no time making his way to the planetarium. He wants to recapture that moment they were having before everything went to shit. Thankfully, when he walks in, the entire room is empty. He makes his way over to the secluded corner anyways and sits. He waits not so patiently, knee bouncing and heart racing. He’s not sure what exactly he’s going to say. He doesn’t get much time to think before the door opens and Keith’s familiar figure walks in.
“Lance?” he says softly.
And it’s adorable. Lance’s heart flutters and he stands up. He can’t stop himself from walking right up to Keith, looking right in his eyes. Before either of them can say anything, he dives forward, practically falling into Keith’s arms. Keith hesitates for a moment, but then he wraps his arms around Lance, melting into him too. Lance hides his face in Keith’s neck, hiding the tears brimming in his eyes.
“I forgive you,” Lance says softly.
“You don’t have to,” Keith says.
“But I want to,” Lance says, “and I do. And I want you, you’re all I want.”
Lance pulls back to look at his face, and something beautiful is swimming in Keith’s eyes. Lance gently brushes hair from Keith’s eyes and lets his hand come to rest on his cheek. He’s not sure who leans in first, but then their lips are touching and electricity flies through Lance. Their lips slot together perfectly and it feels like everything just clicks. Everything makes sense. His hand quickly makes its way into Keith’s hair, Keith hands coming to rest behind Lance’s lower back and pull him in closer. The kiss deepens and Lance’s free hand grabs a fistful of shirt at Keith’s chest. They only pull back briefly to breathe before diving back in. It’s messy and urgent, but it’s everything Lance needed it to be. When Lance remembers they’re in public, he pulls back, resting his forehead against Keith’s staring into his eyes.
“You’re my soulmate,” he whispers.
It’s more for himself than for Keith, but it’s appreciated either way.
“Will you let me have you?” Keith asks.
“Mmmm, I don’t know,” Lance says playfully, “I might need to be convinced.”
Keith smirks and leans forward, kissing Lance briefly and softly, making sure to tug at his bottom lip as he pulls back.
“Okay,” Lance hums, “yeah. You can have every little part of me.”
“So… ditch everyone else and head back?” Keith asks.
“Hunk is spending the night with Shay,” Lance says, “the apartment will be ours.”
“Mmm, now you’re speaking my language,” Keith says, voice low.
They make their way out of the museum faster than anyone should, ordering an Uber on the way out.
–
They’re on the couch, a random cartoon playing in the background. Lance is tucked comfortably in Keith’s arms, playing with Keith’s fingers. The apartment is calm and happy. Lance is certain he’s never felt more comfortable and fuzzy. He fits so perfectly in Keith’s arms that he’s sure he could never move again and still be eternally happy.
“I still can’t believe you didn’t take these off,” Lance says, running his fingers over Keith’s fingerless gloves, “everything else was on the floor…”
“You seemed to be into them,” Keith says softly, kissing the top of Lance’s head.
Lance can feel the smirk in the kiss and it makes him shiver and grumble.
“Do you at least wash them?” Lance asks, “if you say no, I will get off of this couch.”
“No you wouldn’t,” Keith says.
“You’re right,” Lance mumbles.
“I don't want to ruin the moment or anything, but what are you going to tell Hunk and Pidge?” Keith asks.
“I’m going to warn you, they’re going to be mad,” Lance says, snuggling closer into Keith’s chest, “I’m also still mad, just so you know.”
“I know,” Keith says softly.
“But honestly, I don’t really know what to tell them,” Lance says, “I don’t want them to be mad at you. I don’t think they’ll be able to understand your emotional complexity.”
“You just can’t resist calling me emo, can you?” Keith asks.
“You can’t deny it,” Lance says, pulling at Keith’s fingerless gloves, “you know, the whole bad boy thing is hot.”
“So you’ve said,” Keith says quietly.
They fall into a comfortable silence, melting into each other. The movie drones on in the background, but neither of them are paying attention, too caught up in finally having each other.
“Your skin is soft,” Keith says, running a hand up Lance’s arm.
“That’s what shea butter does to a guy,” Lance says.
“Mmm, it’s nice,” Keith whispers, breath fanning over Lance’s ear.
Lance shivers and he knows Keith feels it, he can feel Keith’s smirk against his hair.
“You can’t talk to me like that right now,” Lance says.
“Why?” Keith says playfully biting Lance's ear.
“Cause I will sweep you right back into my bedroom,” Lance says, “and the sheets are definitely still sweaty and that’s gross.”
“So where are we sleeping tonight then?” Keith asks.
Lance sighs, looking up at Keith through his lashes. He hopes his puppy dog eyes work.
“That’s not fair,” Keith says with a pout.
“What?” Lance says.
“Those puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work on me,” Keith says.
Lance smiles knowingly and Keith rolls his eyes.
“How long does your extensive skin care routine take?” Keith asks.
“Long enough for you to change the sheets,” Lance says.
“You suck,” Keith says, “I have one condition though.”
“Mhm,” Lance hums.
“You have to figure out what you’re going to say to Hunk and Pidge,” Keith says, “I’ll deal with Allura.”
“Ugh, I don’t feel like thinking right now,” Lance grumbles.
“And I don’t feel like changing sheets,” Keith says.
“Seems like we’re at an impasse,” Lance says, “what ever will we do?”
He doesn’t give Keith time to answer before he’s capturing his lips. They have some catching up to do and Lance is not about to delay things any further. But Keith doesn’t let it last too long, pulling away, pecking Lance on the tip of his nose for good measure.
“Fine,” Lance grumbles, “I think you and Pidge should come over for a game night and I’ll tell them then.”
“Will you protect me from their wrath?” Keith asks.
“Pidge is an unstoppable force,” Lance says.
Keith chuckles, nuzzling into Lance’s hair.
“Come on, I’m tired,” Keith says, “show me where the sheets are.”
“I don’t wanna get up,” Lance mumbles, “you’re too comfy.”
“And a bed is much comfier,” Keith says.
Despite all odds, they get up and Keith changes the sheets while Lance gets ready for bed. When they’re finally comfortably under the blankets, Lance pulls Keith to his chest, pressing their bodies together. He breathes in the smell of Keith’s hair and kisses the back of his neck softly.
“Goodnight,” Lance says.
Keith intertwines their fingers over his stomach and it makes Lance’s heart flutter.
“Goodnight,” Keith says.
–
“So why are you cooking for us again?” Hunk asks, leaning on the kitchen counter.
“Can I not do something nice for my friends?” Lance asks.
“You normally do everything you can to avoid cooking,” Hunk says, “are trying to show off for your buddy Keith or something?”
Lance chuckles, not letting his eyes drift from the food he's cutting despite really wanting to see the look on Hunks face. He has a feeling Hunk won't be too surprised about the whole soulmate situation, he's always had this way of reading Lance.
“Just let me do something nice without a reason,” Lance says, “go play Wii with Pidge so she doesn't complain about you hating her.”
“Fine,” Hunk says, rolling his eyes, “but I will be judging your food harshly.”
“I'd hope so,” Lance says as Hunk walks away.
In all honesty, he's nervous as fuck. He's not sure how Pidge and Hunk are going to react. He's been complaining about the anguish of the Keith situation for almost two months. They'll probably have some choice words to say to Keith. He can't blame them, his complaining probably got very annoying. As he's nearing the last steps of the dinner, he hears a familiar knock at the door, then Hunk and Keith's voice. He smiles, waiting patiently for Keith to find him. He hears footsteps behind him, then arms are wrapping around his torso and Keith is hooking his chin over his shoulder.
“Hi,” Lance says softly, leaning into Keith's head.
“You look good when you're cooking,” Keith hums, swaying them slightly.
“You like the apron?” Lance says.
Keith just nods on his shoulder and Lance is pretty sure his eyes are closed. He still finds it hard to believe he has this effect on Keith. It always makes him flush when he sees the way Keith visibly relaxes in his presence.
“You should probably go out there and join them,” Lance says, “they might get suspicious.”
“Don't care,” Keith mumbles, “been waiting to see you all day.”
Lance melts at his words and let's out a long breath, placing a hand over Keith's.
“You're making this whole cooking thing hard,” Lance says.
Keith laughs softly and Lance can feel it vibrate through him. He's not sure there's anything he likes more than the sound of Keith's laugh. Eventually, Keith has to separate from Lance and they get dinner on the table. The food turned out just fine, and despite his warning, Hunk hardly comments on it. They're all too caught up in conversation. Lance likes the little family he's formed here. Once they're done and all sitting around a Monopoly board, Lance finally gets the courage to tell them.
“Hey, before we start the game,” Lance says, “I uh- I have something I need to tell you guys.”
“Go ahead,” Hunk says.
Pidge looks at him suspiciously, obviously aware of how nervous he is.
“So you know the whole ‘i don't know my soulmate’ thing,” Lance says.
“Yeah, you've mentioned it a few times,” Pidge says playfully.
Lance takes a deep breath and reaches for Keith's hand, who gladly takes it.
“Wait, wait, are you guys dating?” Hunk asks, “I thought you'd only date your soulmate, Lance.”
Lance clears his throat and looks at Keith. Keith gets the memo and turns his head, lifting his hair to show his matching soulmark with Lance. There's a deafening, short moment of silence, everyone frozen in time, waiting… but then realization hits them and Hunk gasps, eyes wide. Pidge slaps her hands over her mouth, then soon glares at Keith.
“You better explain what's going on,” Pidge says.
“Were you guys both just super oblivious, I don't get it?” Hunk says.
“I knew,” Keith says, “since the festival, I've known.”
Hunks eyes somehow go wider and Pidges glare gets more venomous. Lance squeezes Keith's hand reassuringly and hopes his friends don't freak out too much.
“You asshole,” Pidge says, “do you know how annoying Lance has been since he met you?”
“Literally all we ever heard about was Keith this, Keith that,” Hunk says.
“Thank god you told him, I don't know much more I could have handled,” Pidge says.
“I was about to have an intervention,” Hunk says.
“You guys aren't mad at him?” Lance asks carefully.
“You forgave him, so we have no place not to do the same,” Pidge says with a shrug, “I'm just glad the complaints will end.”
“They won't end,” Keith says with a smirk, “he always has a problem with me.”
“Guys, he's emo, right?” Lance says.
“Do not bring me into this argument,” Hunk says.
“You know, I'd rather him complain with love than with guilt,” Pidge says, “I couldn't really ask for anything else. You make him happy.”
Keith does that shy smile Lance loves and he feels a huge weight lift off of his shoulders.
“So, who's going to be banker?” Pidge asks.
Lance smiles as a deep rooted warmth takes over him. He may not be an A-list actor yet, he may still miss home and he may not know what the future holds, but he knows everything is going to be okay. He has Keith, he has his little family here and he wouldn't change a thing.