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Warnings: There isn't violence but there are some graphic depictions that include blood. His transformation is much like that in a Grimm Brothers Fairy Tale. Minor Character Death. No happy ending (NOTE: this isn't an unhappy ending it's just left a little open in case I want to continue)
Pairing: Klance- Keith/Lance Voltron
Summary: Werewolf!Keith fairy tale Klance au
Relationship: Established (husbands)
Other characters: Hunk and Allura are very briefly mentioned.
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Lance bustles about the "kitchen", humming happily to himself when Keith decides to grace him with his presence.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Lance whispers gently, voice laced with amusement. Keith's grumpy, early morning scowl visibly softens when a warm bowl is carefully nudged into his hands.
Lance bumps his shoulder against Keith's and nods towards the table, "Go sit down, grumpy." Keith starts to protest but the look on his husband's face quickly shuts him up and he plops down roughly into one of their wooden chairs.
Keith brings the bowl to his lips and sighs happily, smiling softly as the warmth flows through him and heats the chill that seems to bite all the way to his bones. With the winter being as harsh as this one is growing to be, this was exactly what Keith needed and Lance somehow knew. Keith lifts his head to thank him but stops.
He frowns as he watches Lance wring his hands nervously, brow creased with worry. He carefully sets the bowl down on the table and stands, making his way to his husband. Keith stops in front of him, ". . . Lance?" He tentatively waits for a reaction, not used to seeing Lance anything but obnoxiously happy. Lance's endless happiness never ceases to make Keith's chest burst, as if he's falling in love with him all over again. One could understand why seeing the love of his life unhappy is always so jarring to Keith.
Hearing his name seems to break Lance out of his thoughts and he glances at Keith. When Lance speaks, his voice is lacking all of its usual confidence, "Sorry. . . I'm okay, don't worry." Lance forces a smile and gives Keith's cheek an affectionate pat.
Keith brushes Lance's hand away and gives him the sternest "mom look" he can muster this early in the morning. When Lance just averts his eyes, Keith sighs. (That rhymes)
Keith reaches his hand out towards Lance, his pinky extended. The movement catches his husband's attention and a bit of the tension visibly melts off of him at the simple gesture. "We make a good team," Keith whispers, his voice so quiet that had they not done this countless times before, Lance might not have understood him.
Lance automatically reaches out to wrap his pinky around Keith's in their unspoken promise, tugging their hands down once before lacing their fingers together. Just as he always does. A smirk takes over Lance's face as he holds Keith's hand.
This time his happiness isn't forced. It always baffled Keith how easily Lance bounces from one emotion to another in such a short amount of time. But, he figures it's accurate to how Lance is with anything he does. Keith shouldn't find it as endearing as he does.
Lance's smirk only widens at the subtle color on Keith's cheeks. If anyone asks, it's from the cold.
"I told you I would turn your fopdoodle ass into a sap, didn't I?" Lance's face is nearly split in half by his own smile. His grin.
Keith bites back a smile of his own as he shoves Lance's shoulder playfully, putting some space between them without letting go of his hand.
Their little secret handshake. It's been an intimate 'I love you' for as long as either of them can remember. A simple sign of trust. That's all Keith is asking for. He's showing Lance he trusts him, and that Lance can trust him in return. It works every time.
