The Best Klance Fanfictions

The Shovel Talk

“Shiro! Help me out,” she pleads, shortly pointing an accusatory finger towards Lance, whose face looks… pale all the sudden, which is strange especially since he just recently came back from a vacation in Cuba, which always leaves his skin glowing and sun-kissed. “Lance says that the plot to Star Trek is better than the plot to Star Wars. The table is evenly divided on the topic, and your vote is the tie-breaker,” she pressures. Shiro rolls his eyes, his shoulders slumping in disappointment.

“Alright, I’m not saying this again, but those two series have nothing in common. The only thing they even share is the fact that they have space oriented themes. You’re all wrong for comparing the two,” Shiro chastises. Personally, Shiro is fond of both series and thinks that comparing the two is the equivalent of comparing The Chronicles of Narnia with Harry Potter solely because both contain magical themes.

Pidge slaps her hands on the table, exclaiming to Shiro that he “Only had one job” while half the table cheers. Surprisingly, Lance sits quietly, still looking on edge. Shiro wonders suddenly what he wants to tell everyone, worrying that it may be something bad, even though the casual mood of his texts didn’t imply so.

Warily allowing his eyes to linger on Lance a moment longer, Shiro takes a seat beside Allura, across from Lance, who’s sitting between Keith and Hunk. Allura offers him a smile, nudging his shoulder with her own.

“I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who showed up late,” she teases in a hushed voice. “Although, I was afraid I’d be the only one. Thank you for making me look good.” She smiles, prompting Shiro to chuckle, an almost invisible blush dusting his cheeks. Keith notices it of course, smirking knowingly at Shiro from behind the cup of tea he’s dawn up to his lips. Shiro returns it with his Disapproving Big Brother Stare™, which only causes Keith's grin grow, though he does look away at least. Shiro doesn’t know when his authoritative looks started having such an insignificant impact on Keith, but he laments it.

“Oh yeah! So, now that everyone is here,” Pidge interrupts the chatter, silence falling over them. “What did you want to tell us, Lance?” She asks, perking forward in Lance’s direction, across the table from her.

Lance, whose eyes have widened significantly, stares stiffly at nothing for a long moment. Now that Shiro is getting a closer look at him, he realizes that Lance doesn’t look sad like he initially worried, but afraid.

Shiro has a bad feeling suddenly. As does everyone else, apparently, because Hunk furrows his brows at him and nudges him with an elbow.

“Lance, buddy, you okay?” he calls, all but jerking Lance from his daze to look over at Hunk. “You were all chatty and fine just a few minutes ago,” Hunk observes. Lance’s eyes flick over to Shiro first, before darting away like he’s been caught doing something wrong, which is… odd.

“Uh,” Lance hums intelligently. There’s a moment of intense silence again, everyone eyeing Lance with anticipation and curiosity. He swallows thickly and looks over to Keith beside him, who is looking back, Shiro notices, donning a look that Shiro hasn't ever seen on him before.

Oh no.

Keith smirks at Lance and huffs a laugh, and suddenly all the stress that had previously stiffened Lance’s frame almost visibly drains from him, his face falling into a dopey smile.

“Uh, what’s happening?” Pidge muses out loud.

Exactly what Shiro is wondering, his mouth suddenly feeling dry as a nagging sensation twists in his gut.

Not seeming to care anymore, now that he’s looking at just Keith and not their surrounding friends, Lance sighs.

“We’re dating.”