Here's chapter two!
Thanks to everyone who commented on the last chapter! It really motivated me to get you guys this chapter as soon as possible!
This chapter starts to bring in the Klance, so be ready for lots of pining and denial (:
Chapter Two
"Ouch! Not so close!"
"Stop moving so much!"
"Oh yeah, and just stay still as you jab my eye out?"
"I'm sorry, I don't even wear makeup!"
"Oh for god's sake, just let me do it!"
Keith rolled his eyes, watching Lance and Pidge wrestle over the eyeliner brush. They'd been arguing over Lance's makeup for the past varga, and Keith thought it was about time Pidge just gave up and let Lance do it on his own.
They'd camped out in the community bathroom on the second floor, every makeup item they could find scattered across the counter, along with the entirety of Lance's skin care products. As feminine as Lance could get, it would still take a lot of work to really sell him being a girl. This plan was hardly foolproof, and Keith had a bad feeling that several things could go very wrong.
But still, however ridiculous this whole thing was, after the past several stressful movements, it was good to see everyone having fun with Lance's clothes and makeup. Hunk and Coran had made a trip to the nearest space mall to find a wig, Allura had been digging through her wardrobe to find some clothes, and Pidge had volunteered to help with Lance's makeup, despite knowing very little about it herself.
"Lance! I think I found a dress that will suffice!" Allura bounded into the bathroom, a mess of white and baby blue bundled in her arms, "It may be a little long in the legs, but I do believe it will fit!"
"Cool," Lance said without looking up, focused entirely on his eyeliner, "give it to Pidge, I'll try it on as soon as I've finished my face."
Allura handed Pidge the dress, and she held it up, letting the skirt unfurl. Even Keith could tell it was a good choice. The blue was almost exactly the same color as Lance's lion, and it would probably look like Lance's armor when he put it on. Just… as a dress.
Pidge frowned, "I dunno, Allura. This'll be really loose in the chest on him."
"I'll just have to stuff." Lance said casually. He twisted the eyeliner brush back into it's tube and reached for a pallet of powders.
Allura nodded, "I believe there are some rags in the medical wing that you could use. I could go get them."
"I'll go with you," Pidge announced, "I'm sick of Lance shouting at me." She set the dress on the clear end of the counter and skirted around where Keith was leaning against a toilet stall to get to the door. The two left, leaving Lance and Keith in the bathroom alone.
The bathroom became awkwardly quiet as Lance reached for a brush and started applying what Keith had thought was eyeshadow to his chin and cheekbones.
"So… your sister used to do your makeup?" Keith hadn't meant for it to sound so smug, but it was too late to take it back as Lance completely blanched.
"No, no, no!" He chided loudly, "You don't have siblings, you don't get to tease me about this!"
"What? Why does me not having siblings have anything to do with it?"
"You don't get it, man," Lance stopped to glare at Keith through the mirror, "I'm the baby! That automatically means my older siblings get to do anything with me! I'm like their own personal… what's it called? That thing you put clothes on?"
"Uh, a hanger?"
"No, no! It's like what stores use to show off clothes, you know?"
"A mannequin?"
"Yeah! I'm like their own personal mannequin! Especially my sister, Veronica. She used to dress me up and do my nails and everything!"
"And you let her?"
Lance frowned, shrugging as he closed the powder pallet and grabbed a tube of lip gloss, "I dunno. I didn't really mind that much, I guess I just liked spending time with her."
Keith got the sudden impression that Lance enjoyed being his sisters Barbie doll a lot more than he pretended he did. He sort of understood, painting nails with Veronica was probably the same sort of sibling activity as training with Shiro. No matter how many times he got his ass kicked, he still enjoyed spending the time with his brother-figure.
He was shoved out of his thoughts as Lance spun around with a full face of makeup.
"What do you think? I still need to do my eyebrows, but I'm almost done."
Well shit. Lance was apparently really good with makeup, especially eye makeup. Were his eyes always that blue? Goddamnit Lance.
"You look ridiculous." Keith said instead, but Lance just smirked.
"Ha! You're just jealous that I look better than you as a boy and as a girl!"
You're not wrong about that.
Bad Keith! No weird gay feelings for your teammates! None! Shelve it here and now!
Thankfully, Shiro chose that moment to come and check on them, "Hey guys, Hunk and Coran are back- am I interrupting something?"
Lance turned back to the mirror, grabbing an eyebrow brush, "Nah, we're good. Keith was just telling me how much he loved my eyelashes."
"Wha- What?!" Keith spluttered, feeling his cheeks burn, "No I was not!"
Shiro chuckled, giving Keith a knowing look. Keith avoided his gaze, choosing instead to glare at the tiled floor. Yup, Shiro was definitely an older brother.
Lance was seemingly oblivious to this interaction, "Did you see what color wig they got me? I swear to god, if they got blonde… that's going to clash with my skintone so bad."
Shiro shook his head with a smile, "I'm pretty sure they didn't get you a blonde wig. Where did Pidge and Allura go?"
"Med wing. I needed something to stuff the front of my dress with- Hunk, you beautiful human!"
Hunk and Coran had appeared behind Shiro, Hunk carrying a long, brunette wig.
"We tried to get you one that matched your real hair color," Hunk explained, handing it to Lance, who immediately started attacking it with a brush, "And I told him not to, but Coran insisted on getting you these."
Coran held out a pair of very high, and very sparkly heels, "Of course I insisted! Why, diplomacy nearly seventy percent appearance! We can't have you meeting the Exuls without looking your absolute best!"
"Uh, sure Coran, but don't you think these are a little… much?" Shiro asked, staring at the heels in utter confusion.
Lance looked up from the wig to catch a glimpse of the heels, his eyes widening, "Woah, Stilettos? Nice!"
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I have all four chapters written, so chapter three should be out tomorrow!
