sorry this was posted so late and sorry it's so short and sorry it's so shitty. it's been a long ass day and I didn't have the time or the energy to do much better.


When Lance went down during the fight, Keith let his guard slip. He had to catch Lance. He needed to. Letting him fall wasn't an option.

And he managed to succeed, pulling Lance into his arms as they both sank to the ground.

He cradled him. The others formed a circle around them, protecting them.

But Keith was more concerned with protecting Lance than protecting himself.

He held Lance close, nursing the wound and telling him everything was going to be okay.

One of the Galra fighters got past Hunk. Keith cut him down faster than Lance could blink.

After that, no one else dared to get any closer. Keith hovered over him like a bear protecting her cub, ready to take on any conceivable threat.

But while he looked menacing to everyone else, he held Lance softer than anyone had ever been held. He planted kisses to his forehead and gave reassuring shoulder squeezes.

Everything was going to be okay.