THIS IS A FILLER CHAPTER.

It takes place after the Galra and Rashra attack- but just a bit before the team arrives to pick them up.

(And I know I technically said this story would be 30 chapters, and technically it is. The story is basically done. this is just some fun fluff since I ended the story in such a jerk way XD)

Lance was welcomed by the sun filtering through the blinds when he woke up. Sitting up to yawn, he stretched his arms behind his head and glanced to the black haired beauty to his right.

Looking rather peaceful when he was asleep, Lance slowly laid back down to admire his Equivalent. Brushing a few bangs out of his face, Lance leaned in, whispering, "Keith?"

He didn't stir.

"Oh Keith~" he places a kiss to his nose, "Wake up,"

Keith's nose scrunched up, one eye peeking open just enough to acknowledge Lance, "What…?" he inquired groggily.

"Time to start a new day,"
"5 more minutes,"

"Oh but Keith... The sun is up, so we must get up~"

Keith didn't respond, turning away to bury himself deeper into the covers. Waiting for the blue paladin to further his attempts, Keith found that he went quiet. Thinking that Lance actually might let him sleep in a little, he was sourly mistaken when a pair of fingers touched his lower back.

They moved, twirling playfully along his back muscles, following the line of them.

Holding perfectly still, he felt those fingers move to his spine in a walking motion, teasing Keith with the slow anticipation to what he was about to do.

"Keith..."

Following a trail up his back, Lance pulled back the red Paladin's hair, leaning down to press his mouth to the back of his neck. Darting his tongue out to trace the slowly increasing pulse, Lance was rewarded when Keith hummed in appreciation.

"Lance…?"

Then…

Keith yelled when teeth bit into him.

Like a kick start, he opened his eyes, tensed into Lance's arms, and felt a sharp tingle shoot through his body.

Just as soon as they appeared, the teeth retracted from him, and Lance was scurrying off the bed, snickering like some troll. Bewildered, Keith sat up, slapping his hand along the spot, He blushed furiously, "Lance!"

"I told you to wake up," he grinned, spinning around the table.

Feeling like the area was on fire, Keith rubbed at it, finding it hard to breathe. It was still a shock to himself just how much stuff like this affected him.

"What's wrong, Keith?' Lance mused, "You look a little hot and bothered~"

"Why you-" Throwing his legs over the bed, Keith moved towards Lance to have him make up for what he started. "C'mere!"

Lance laughed, ducking out of his reach to flee to the other side of the room. Keith quickly followed, managing to snag Lance's wrist after a few tries. Tugging him back into his chest, the blue paladin roared in laughter when Keith's fingers squeezed his sides, tickling him.

Backing up into the couch, the two collapsed against it, rolling back into each other. Sharing a long laugh, the two let it fade as they stared into each other's eyes.

"Morning," Keith kissed him. "Is there a reason you were so insistent I get up?"

"Not really," Lance admits, "I just wanted to get an early start."

"Why is that?"

"I dunno…" Lance nuzzled closer, "For memories sake, I suppose? I wanna be able to brag to my family about you as much as possible, so the more memories, the merrier,"

"Please tell me you aren't going to mention how you just bit me, right?"

Lance smiled smugly, "Perhaps~"

"Please don't,"

"For someone who has a thing for that kind of stuff, you would think you would be belting about it to the entire galaxy," Lance snorts

"Not to your family. I don't want them to think I'm weird or something," Keith mumbled. "I want them to like me,"

"They will," Lance assures him. "My mom is gonna think you are some awkward cinnamon roll~ And I bet all the money in the entire galaxy that she uses those words exactly,"

"Lance," he sighs

Chuckling, the Blue paladin sat up to kiss his Equivalent. Feeling Keith tilt his head to deepen it, Lance melted into the embrace, falling right back down onto the couch.

He groaned when Keith's knee shifted between his legs, pressing upward. "You complain- but you sure seem enthusiastic," he murmured.

Keith laughs was airy, brushing against Lance's cheek. "When it comes to you, Lance- always." He trailed his kisses downward, attaching his mouth to Lance's neck, who gripped his shirt in return.

"You better not bite me,"

"You just bit me. It seems fair,"

"B'scuse me?" Lance gasped dramatically, pulling his shirt down to reveal the damage of their other previous endeavors. "Me biting you once doesn't nearly make up for this carnage,"

Keith blinked, not even realizing himself how many times he had done such an act. He couldn't even remember half of them. "Oh…"

"Yeah, 'Oh' is right," Lance pokes his chest. Reaching up to cup Keith's face, Lance shakes his head, "Honestly, what am I going to do with you?"

There is a long pause, Keith's eyes dark with an unspoken message. Leaning forward, the moment growing intimate, he whispers, "Never let me go?"

The breath stalled in Lance's chest and a giggle rushes up, "You- I-" at a lost for words Lance surges up to kiss him, officially at his wit's end with this man. "You are something else, Keith,"

Keith smiles, "You too,"

Smiling at each other, they turned their heads when there was a knock on the door. Moving to answer it together, they smiled to realize it was Tellru.

"Hey Tellru," Keith greets her.

"Hello, Keith," Tellru paused when she looked at Lance and smirked, and then saluted "Good Morning Lance!"

He stood there, not sure what got her into such a good mood, or why in the world she was saluting him, "...Good morning to you too?"

"Are you ready to begin?" her eyes sparkled with mischief

"Begin?"

"Why, your new job as Captain of the Royal Guard of course~"

Lance blinked rapidly, "What?"

"Oh, did you not hear?" she inquired innocently,

"Hear what?" Lance panicked

"Well, as everyone knows, Rashra challenged you to a duel not too long ago. If you beat him in that challenge, you become the next captain of the Guard. Don't you remember me telling you this?"

"Ooohhhh," Keith's eyes widened in realization.

Lance stepped back, his good morning turning sour, "I-I do, but that was- the Galra attacked!"

"But you technically did still beat him before they did that, so you won the challenge," Tellru mused.

"You said it was a kill or be killed challenge!" Lance pointed at her, "I specifically remember not killing him!"

"But the King was just about to exempt you from that law since you are not entirely Coeihn and allow Rashra to live," Tellru's smile doesn't waver.

"B-But…" he was failing this argument, his lower lip trembling, "I can't be Captain of the guard,"

"You can quickly pick someone else to be the next captain," she informs him, "However, the process of that takes a full day so, consider this you being captain for a day," she cheers.

"It is their rules," Keith shrugs when Lance turns to him for help

"Traitor," he frowned.

"I'm just saying,"

"Just for a day, Lance. Dravla and Manson are even going to come to you with suggestions on who they think might be a good next Captain since you don't know any of them,"

"That still leaves the decision to me though," Lance concluded, feeling a heavy weight on his chest.

"Precisely. Oh but, I would hurry. You're late~" Tellru cooed

"Late?!" He demanded, bewildered

"The guard is probably already waiting for you down below,"

"Wha-" rushing to the window, Lance peeked out to see a good amount of the guard waiting outside the building for him, "Are you kidding me?! What am I supposed to do?" he rushed to get dressed.

"Take them on patrol… probably," Tellru says

"Wh- where?"

"Wherever,"

"You aren't helping, Tellru,"

"I'm a translator, not one of the guard. I don't know everything they do," She huffs, "Just do your best. They'll do whatever you command so just- you know, make sure they don't kill themselves,"

Not feeling very confident with this, Lance turns to Keith for help.

"You can't mess it up that badly Lance. You'll do fine,"

"Sweetheart, you are an inspiration," Lance scowled sarcastically.

Keith shrugged, smiling at his Equivalent. Throwing on some clothes, he followed him out the door. Nervously shuffling down the hall, frowning at Tellru when she exited the building before him, he sighed.

"I dunno how to be a Captian," he admits to Keith. Leadership and such did interest him, and he had always wanted to be captain of a ship or team leader for Voltron multiple times… But now that he had it, he wasn't sure what to do.

Not to mention, none of the Coeihns knew how to speak English, so how was he possibly going to lead them? They were at a point where their defenses were weak after that Galra attack- so what if something happened?

"Lance," Keith takes his hand, sensing his distress and taking action, "It is just for a day. You'll do great. Think of it like- putting your toe into the water to test its temperature. You are just sticking your toe in the sea of… Leadership," he concludes awkwardly.

Adoring the way his Equivalent tended to explain things, Lance tightens his grip around his hand. "That was adorable,"

"I'm trying to be supportive here," Keith huffs.

"I know," Feeling a little more at ease, he smiles, "Thanks, Keith," he kisses his cheek. Taking a deep breath, the two stepped out to meet the guard. The second their eyes located them, the guard bowed to a knee, welcoming him.

Lance shifted uncomfortably, waving, "Uh… Hi there,"

When none of them said anything, Lance stepped down the steps, jumping when they shot to their feet, backs straight and ready to march in line after him.

Frowning, Lance looked around, "Where did Tellru go?"

"She must have run off," Keith notes.

"Jerk," he sighs awkwardly shuffled down the street.

They followed him like small ducklings, watching him carefully

Not sure what else to do and needing advice, Lance dragged Keith with him towards the castle. He could almost consider it like any normal day, except the guard followed him in a massive march all the way there. It was like they were some parade, going through the city and getting curious stares from the citizens.

"Should I tell them to do something?" He asked Keith

"Would they understand you even if you did?"

"Good point," Quickly making their way to the castle, Lance managed to find Dravla and grab his arm, desperate for his help, "Dravla," he sobs, "I don't know what I'm doing,"

He laughs, ruffling Lance's hair, "Not liking the leadership life?"

"No, it isn't that. I just- I didn't sign up to be Captain. I don't know how the military works around the Kingdom or how to talk with any of these guys. I'm going to assign someone else to it by the end of the day," Lance says. "Tellru told me to ask for your advice and that you were discussing it with the King to who you think would be the best choice. Till then, I'm just wasting time."

"Ooh," Dravla nods, "Yeah, Manny and I have some ideas. Usually, the new Captain would be the protégé of the previous one. Rashra hadn't gotten around to finding himself one and well- even if he had, Manny probably wouldn't let them become the next Captian after what happened,"

"Right,"

"We'll let you know the list when we have it established. For now, just take them on patrol. Bring them around the city- maybe take them near Ruru's school. I'm sure she would get a kick out of this,"

"Then what?" he huffed.

Dravla shrugged, "I've never been Guard Captain before so you can't ask me." Clearing his throat, he called to the guard, asking them something. They each answered back different things.

"They say they usually follow their own patrol routes, but most stick with Rashra and follow him around. I'll just have the ones with scheduled routes do those, and you just gotta lead around the remaining ones,"
Agreeing with that plan, Lance watched a good chunk of the group saunter off, leaving Keith and him with the remaining men. Looking them over, he sighed and did as Dravla suggested, making his way to Ruru's school.

He could feel Keith's eyes on him the entire way, "What?" he asked.

Keith shrugged, "Nothing just- I feel like this suits you,"

"What- this?" he motions behind him, "Having guys follow me around like lapdogs?"

"Being a leader," Keith corrects.

Lance looks at his feet, feeling extremely complimented to hear that, "You think?"

Keith nods.

"I'm not doing much,"

"Leaders don't have to constantly be doing daring feats or anything," Keith insists.

"Huh," Lance mused, "Strange, I always thought you were better for it,"

Keith almost tripped, "Me? A leader? No way,""Yes way," Lance nudged him. He recalled back to when the Galra attacked. He had felt so much admiration when he had watched Keith lead the Coeihns against the Galra, guiding them through the ship. You could say Lance was doing the same, but he was mostly following what Manson did- like a right-hand man.

"Yes way," Lance nudged him. He recalled back to when the Galra attacked. He had felt so much admiration when he had watched Keith lead the Coeihns against the Galra, guiding them through the ship. You could say Lance was doing the same, but he was mostly following what Manson did- like a right-hand man.

"You would be a great leader," Lance concludes,

"Aren't you always telling me I rush into battle?"

"You get done what needs to get done. You aren't afraid to rush in- but you know when you need to pull back."

"Sometimes…" Keith mumbled, awkwardly looking at his feet.

"Well I mean- yeah I think you need more experience with it, but you are totally leader material," he grins, "I'd follow you anywhere,"

Looking touched, Keith smiled, "Even to the end of Universe?"

"From one end to the other- and then some," Lance promised. Leaning into him, Keith chuckles a little, kissing the side of Lance's head.

A few minutes later they arrived at Ruru's school, surprising the whole building with their visit. Ruru came barreling out, grinning like a man woman.

"Lala!" she delves into his arms, "What happening?"
"I'm Captian of the guard for a day," he explained, "So they are following me,"

Ruru gasps, "Lala is captain?" her eyes sparkled, and she looked back to her class. Wiggling from his arms, she ran back to them, screeching her head off. Getting a few gasps, she smirked then came running back, leaping into Lance's arms again.

"What was that about?" Lance asked, puzzled.

"I told them you were captain and I know you cause you are my brother," she explained proudly.

Touched that she thought of him as a brother, Lance laughed, "So you were bragging?"

"Yes," she nods.

"I'm bragging to Shiro when I see him again," Keith adds.

Lance gawks at him, "Don't do that," he says, "I'm only going to be Captian for a day anyway. It isn't that impressive,"
"You still fairly won the position, and it is only for a day because you are willingly giving it up," Keith concludes, "It is something I can brag about." He clears his throat,

"Keef's Equivalent is Captain of the Guard!" Ruru exclaimed.

"Yes," he points to her and nods

Lance lifted a hand to hide his face, feeling embarrassed, "Stop," he pleaded with them, quietly loving that they felt enough pride about him to brag to others. Reaching out to take Keith's hand, he tugged his Equivalent in to kiss him.

Ruru made a gagging noise, trying to pry herself from his grasp, whining, "Cooties~!"

Purposively extending the kiss, Lance dramatically says, "Oh my love!"

Keith chuckled against him, turning away when Lance wrapped his free arm around his waist and kissed his cheek repeatedly with a loud, "Muah's!".

"Lance," Keith curled into him, embarrassed with everyone there.

"Gross!" Ruru gagged, finally breaking from Lance's arms to dash away. Watching her go, Lance cackled, swaying Keith back and forth in his arms, peppering his face with adoring kisses.

"You are impossible," Keith shakes his head, pushing away from Lance's chest enough to breath.

"I love you," Lance replies. Twirling Keith once, Lance calls Ruru back over, and idea in his head. Managing to get her over eventually, he kneels down to her. "Ruru, can you translate for me?" Lance grins, motioning to the guard. Whispering something to her, Ruru grins at the guards, relaying the message.

Blinking a few times, they glance at each other, then run off.

A few minutes later, they return and move towards them.

Keith doesn't know what to say when several of the men approach him, lifting up hand picked flowers. Lance steps back to show that all the flowers were gifts for Keith and grins.

"Lance," Keith says slowly as he is handed a lot of flowers, barely able to hold them all in his hands "Are you even allowed to do this?"

"I'm Captain, so they gotta do what I say. Alright, men!" he cleared his throat, "Ruru, please tell them that I require food, some beverages, and some shade for my love here! It's hot today, and I don't want him getting sun burned, dehydrated, or hungry. He likes cold things on days like this so try to find something like ice cream!"

"Lance-" Keith tries to stop him.

"I want each of you coming back with a cold treat on the double! Go go go!"

Ruru barked the ordered, and the men jumped, scampering off. Keith slapped his forehead, his shoulders shaking from laughing.

"I'm pretty sure this is an abuse of power,"

Lance grinned, "Good thing I'm only going to be in charge for a day. Alright! Now have any of you ever heard of a cheerleader pyramid?"

"On no..." Keith slapped his forehead

A good hour later, when Dravla appeared to inform them that Manson wished to see Lance to discuss who should be the next Captain, he was shocked to find the Coeihn soldiers stacked on top of each other, Lance standing proudly on the top.

"Tada~"

"Um..." Dravla lifts his finger, "What's happening right now?"

Keith is shaking his head, "Lance, I'm seriously considering taking back what I said about you being a good leader!" he called up to him.

Lance struck a pose, winking, "Just wait till I get a routine going for these guys~"

"These are who I suggest. Of course, the choice is up to you," Manson informed Lance, having sat down with him to discuss each person in private. Lance eyed the list warily.

Each one sounded great, but he technically didn't really know any of them. He didn't want to pick someone just for them to turn out to be another Rashra.

"Uh... Dravla, which one do you like?" he asks. Dravla leans over, pointing to three names.

"I always thought these three would be excellent for the job, but I couldn't really tell you who to pick between the three,"

Lance ran a hand through his hair, "You two aren't helping me,"

"Sorry," they say.

"Would you like us to give you a moment alone?" The King inquired. Lance nodded and the two Coeihns got up to leave.

Keith, who had been standing to the side, walked up to the table to sit next to Lance, "Who are you going to choose?"

"Who would you choose?" Lance sighs, "Who knows when the team will come get us. I don't want to pick someone just to leave and realize later that I made a horrible mistake and got people killed because I picked the wrong guy,"

"That won't happen, Lance," Keith takes his hand.

"How do you know?" Lance countered, "I don't know any of these people. The Coeihns are still recovering from that Galra attack and if I choose poorly, they could suffer because of it," letting the topic fall there, he agonized over the names, looking over the papers for each one. He analyzed their skills, their personality, their beliefs- everything was here, but there was only so much you could learn from a report of someone. He didn't have the time to get to know each one either- not to mention the language barrier between them.

He had to trust Dravla and Manson's word for it, so he knew everyone on the list was capable- but would they be able to get the job done in the long run?

"Lance," Keith tugs on his sleeve to get his attention. Turning his head, he is surprised when Keith kisses him. "Calm down," he pulls back with an affectionate smile. "You'll pick the right person.'

"What makes you think that?" Lance mumbled.

"Because I know you. The proof is how seriously you are taking this. You could easily just pick a name and be done with it- but you care about the Coeihns so I know your choice is going to be the right one," Keith leans into him, calming the anxiety that had overtaken his body. "Just breathe,"

"O-Okay," he agrees. Looking the list over for a few more minutes, he called Manson and Dravla back, motioning to one name. "This one,"

They look it over, sharing a look and then smiling. "I agree," Dravla gives a thumbs up.

"As do I. Then it is decided," Manson holds his hand out to Lance who shakes it, "Thank you, Lance,"

He shakes his head, "I didn't really do anything,"

"He had the soldiers making a pyramid earlier," Dravla tells the King. "It was the weirdest training I've ever seen, but the soldiers seemed to like it,"

The Kind perks up, "Like a bonding exercise?"

Lance is about to say 'No' but Keith cuts in, "Yes,"

He hits him, "Keith,"

"We did it with the Lions," he insists.

"Because we had no idea what else to do," The blue paladin laughs. To his horror, Manson and Dravla seemed to seriously consider adding the stacking pyramid to their list of training. Knowing he couldn't stop them, he pinched Keith's cheek.

"You caused this," Keith smiles and Lance loves him a little bit more, "Thanks for having my back,"

"Always,"

The end~ Nothing long, but it was definitely fun to write. I hope you all enjoyed it!

I got a few other fillers planned

-Keith challenged the 5 champions for citizenship

-King Manson throws a ball and the two paladins are invited

-If there is anything else you guys would like to see though, please don't hesitate to let me know and I'll try my best to make it happen!