The Best Klance Fanfictions

Loud and Clear

She has her hands up his shirt - thank God they're wearing formal wear instead of their armor - and her fingers splay over his stomach. Lance is just about to pick her up and press her against the pillar - that gets him some serious points every time - when they're interrupted.

"Lance, are you serious right now?"

They break apart. Lance can feel her embarrassment in his mind as she flattens a hand down her shirt, even though Lance has yet to touch it.

"What the fuck, dude," Lance says, glaring at Keith where he stands in the doorway. Of fucking course he'd be the one to interrupt the first bit of action Lance has managed to get in weeks.

"You know this isn't what we meant by diplomatic relations, right?"

Um. I'm going to go, she says, glancing at Lance fleetingly before walking briskly past Keith. The door echoes as it shuts behind her.

"You are the biggest cockblock I've ever met," Lance finally says, glaring at his teammate. Keith's arms are crossed. He doesn't look apologetic at all.

"Oh, like you haven't been tricked in that exact same way before."

"She wasn't tricking me!" Lance yells, and Keith scoffs, and that sound drives Lance over the edge. He rushes forward, fist raised, but Keith's the one with close-combat experience - Lance does all his fighting from afar.

Keith dodges to the side and strikes once Lance has barreled past him. They end up on the floor, blocking punches and grabbing wrists, twisting arms and rolling over each other, trying to come out on top. That's how it happens.

They roll right into the forcefield. They don't even notice it at first, because the light didn't offer any kind of resistance to them. No, it's just one moment they're bathed in normal light, and the next, everything is blue. It feels slightly warmer, and Lance's hair stands on end - as if the next thing he touches will give him a static shock.

"Wait, wait, wait - stop," Lance says, panting, and Keith laughs incredulously from above him.

"Oh, now you want to stop," he says, but Lance shoves him off.

"We're in the Enragna," he says, panicking. The rest of the room looks distorted from in here.

"The what?" Keith says, and then he actually looks around, taking a moment to realize where they are. "Shit, that blue thing."

"This is like, sacred to their culture," Lance says anxiously.

"And you were gonna fuck in front of it?"

"Shut up! Just - let's get out of here."

Keith has no argument for that, and the two of them hurry towards the edge, eager to be out of the weird light-force-field. Lance is honestly expecting for it to have turned solid now that they're inside it, just knowing his luck, but just like going in, there's no resistance going out. He breathes a sigh of relief as he and Keith both make it out of the thing safely.

"We can't let anyone know we touched that," Lance says fervently. "It's - actually, I don't know what it does. But it's definitely sacred!"

"Come on," Keith says, taking a step towards the door and reaching towards Lance, as if to grab his arm and pull him with him. But the second his fingers brush Lance's sleeve, something like electricity runs through Lance's veins. They're both blown backwards, Lance sliding along the floor until his head hits a pillar.

"Ow," he groans, laying there in defeat.

Ugh.

Lance blinks. Looks to the door, in search or whoever just said that. Because he didn't think it, and the only people that can project their thoughts like that are the-