A/N 'Sup homos, guess what? I'm not dead! Here's a little prank.
Hang On, Shiro
By: thewhiteleovaldez
Lance grinned as he painted his face. What was he doing, you ask? Well...he had another prank in mind. On Keith. Yes, they were dating, but that wasn't going to stop Lance from getting a good prank in. Pidge was joining him on this one, they'd planned it in whispers, literally giggling like five-year-old girls as they imagined Keith's reaction. Lance gave his face paint another swipe of garish orange and nodded at himself in the mirror, grinning like a lunatic. His face paint consisted of all kinds of random bright colors smeared on his face-artfully-though Pidge said he looked like a drunken-parrot-chicken-child who'd ran face-first through a rain of paint. Lance had stuck his tongue out at Pidge and cheerfully told her to fuck off. Lance had raided the castle's basement for the paint, and Pidge had read the Altean labels and assured him it was washable.
Lance mussed up his hair and then, still grinning and laughing a little to himself, went to find Keith. Pidge had been surreptitiously following Keith for the last fifteen minutes, and had commed Lance just a moment ago.
Keith stood in the middle of the hallway, his head cocked to one side. Lance guessed he was listening to his comm. Not the one on his helmet, the direct-link that Allura had given all the paladins. It was like having phones connected to their ears, voice-activated little two-person calls.
"Pidge," Lance whispered from around the corner. "You ready?"
"Yeah," Pidge whispered back. "Get in position."
Lance tiptoed up and stood perhaps two feet from Keith, who was so engrossed in whatever was being said to him that he didn't notice. Lance rose up on his tiptoes, raised his arms, curled his fingers into claws, and grimaced. Pidge ran around the corner.
"Keith!" Pidge shouted, seemingly distraught. Lance had to hand it to her, Pidge was a good actor. "Look behind you Keith, hurry!"
Keith stared at Pidge. Lance couldn't see his expression, but he could guess as Keith stopped whoever was talking to him.
"...Hang on, Shiro, I think I'm about to scream or something." Keith's voice seemed suspicious, and his tone was rather that of dry humor. He turned around.
Lance had crept a few steps closer while Keith was distracted, so when Keith turned around, he was faced with a drunken-parrot-chicken-child face right next to his own. Keith yelped and backed up. When he realized it was just Lance, Keith blushed and reached over to smack him.
"Lance!" he yelled. "What the fuck?!"
Lance and Pidge were cracking up, laughing so hard that Lance was bent over clutching at his knees, and Pidge had collapsed into a cross-legged position and was leant over her own legs, laughing her ass off.
"Yeah, yeah," Keith muttered. "You got me." He stopped for a second, then responded to what Lance and Pidge couldn't hear. "No, Shiro, it was just Lance and Pidge playing another prank. No, you don't need to come talk to them. I'm sure they won't do it again." He glared at them in turn. "Will they?"
"Maybe not to you," Lance snickered. "Might do it to Hunk. Or Coran."
Keith sighed. "I suppose I couldn't expect less." He smiled.