Lance just wanted a reference.
He got a super smoking hot/cute/pretty/literally everything amazing boyfriend.
Here's how it goes.
Lance worked at the Blue Leon. And it was a work of trash. Literal trash. It was old and rundown and Lance chased rats out so many times during his lunch it wasn't funny. He started eating across the street at the Starbucks and wasting money on lattes. A bunch of lattes. Barely anybody came by but when they did, Lance made sure to be the best tattoo artist ever. He had a friend, Allura, that wanted to get a tattoo. Not like it was her first. Allura always helped him and told him this time she wanted it to be moth orchids.
The fuck?
Lance had no idea what the fuck she was talking about. And recently, across the street a new florist shop opened up and Lance decided just to check it out instead of just looking it up. Besides, it looked reaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllly nice. Flowers hung from the windowsills and the glass doors were gorgeous and light red painted walls with mural art unlike any he had seen before. It's name was Marmora, which was really fucking cool.
So he decided to go in.
Best mistake of his life.
It was empty, but he could hear shoes walking in the back and classical music playing. He breathed it in and felt himself smile. It was...nice. Different than the horrible run down tattoo place he had. Should he remodel it? Where would he get the money? What would he do? Oh lord, please give him a sig-
Suddenly, the most gorgeous boy walked out in a black flowing shirt and dark rusty brown that looked so good on him and fit him loose in the best parts and comfy and snug on the other best parts. He was not too short, just a tiny bit shorter. Tousled black hair swooped down in different ways and ends that looked perfect and long lashes watched the flowers with a small expression on his face. Oh man, his face. Small pink lips and rosy cheeks with the paleness of a lily. He looked like a lily. He wasn't clean, but hard-working as you could tell and not afraid to get dirty. Lance ran a hand through his plain brown hair and felt an ocean of heat engulf his face.
He was really pretty.
The guy looked up slowly and suddenly, Lance's vision was filled to the brim with flowers and the classical music played louder in his ears, possibly trying to hide his thumping heart. His lidded eyes opened slightly and all Lance saw was purple. No, violet.
Oh no.
He was gonna fuck this up, wasn't he?
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When Keith saw the guy, the first thing he though of was...
Well, it was blank.
That much was certain on his face. The guy was handsome, stunning, and just beautiful really. Messy chestnut brown hair and sun-bronzed skin that made it look like he's worked in a garden before, or at least a field. Gorgeous deep azure blue eyes and a nostril stud piercing to match with a blue gem. Keith probably looked stupid compared to this guy.
Keith walked to the counter, trying to handle the pot he held in his hands. It was kinda big and heavy, but he could manage. He looked up, and man he felt stupid. He was cuter up close. He hoped he wouldn't be awkward,and so he managed a small smile"Do you need something?" The guy didn't answer for a few seconds. Just stared with his lips parting in..shock?
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He smiled.
He looked so soft and his eyebrows twisted up slightly and the corner on his lips quirked up shyly. A smudge of dirt just made him more beautiful. Lance's lips parted in silence and awe. Stunning. Breathtaking. These flowers around them were nothing. His long lashes blinked and Lance was taken out of his trance,"Uhm." He said, intelligently. "Moth orchids. Yeah. I need moth orchids." Lance felt his tongue coming back and-crap. Here it comes.
The guy nodded and he seemed to relax a bit. He placed the pot down and turned his head, eyes angling down to the floor and he let out a soft breath and crossed his arms,"Moth orchids. Alright. I think we got those in the back. Follow me."
"Anywhere." Lance bit his tongue. No, no, no, please not now. The guy didn't hear him, thank god, because he said it in a soft whisper. Where did that come from anyways? He didn't even know his name! The guy walked to the back and Lance gasped at the maze of flowers. They were everywhere, filling the shelves and somehow the floors were spotless. The glass dome was bringing in natural sunlight and right smack in the center of the dome ceiling was a fucking chandelier. Rainbow light came shining in through the diamonds making it so...ethereal. So elegant and graceful. Magical.
The guy looked around for a bit and beamed,"There." He gestured towards a few pots with these beautiful moth orchids that were in full bloom. No wonder Allura liked them. Lance grinned,"These are perfect. I'll just take one." He glanced back at the guy and realized with slowly growing red cheeks he was glancing at him the entire time. When the guy noticed Lance noticed, he turned pink and his view cascaded towards the garden of flowers behind them. "Great, right?" Lance smiled,"Yeah. It's amazing." The guy smiled softly and almost wistfully. "If you would pick any of these flowers here, what would you choose?" It was a simple question.
Why did Lance have to mess it up?
Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it.
"If you were a flower, I'd pick you up."
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
Lance shut his eyes and let out a disappointed sigh as he screamed in his head. This always was the end of it. He said too much. He was too much. Always so loud and boisterous and annoying with his dumb lines and stupid big mouth. Why did he have to have this guy mess him up by being so prett-
"Pfft. That was dumb." Lance opened his eyes and the boy had a hand over his mouth and obviously holding back laughter. Lance felt his cheeks burn bright and his mouth spread slowly into a large grin, so much his cheeks hurt. He laughed a bit,"Ha ha, I know." The guy let his hand drop,"Do you usually do that?" Lance grinned,"Only with people as pretty as you, so not that often." The boy blushed, like actually blushed and Lance realized he liked making him blush. "Stop. Crap." Lance laughed at the boy's nervous smile.
"Come on." He led him to the front desk, grabbing the flowers. Once Lance started he couldn't stop, his mouth rambling to shamelessly flirt with this guy all day. Lance ended up staying twenty minutes after he paid. "Anyways, I'll see you?" The guy smiled,"Yeah, Lance." He ended up learning his name. Lance leaned forward on the desk and smirked,"May I know your name? Is it Beautiful?" He blushed again,"Oh yeah. Uhm..Keith." Lance felt his smile grow,"Keith. I'll see you later, Keith." Keith nodded and Lance walked away feeling content with himself.
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"Ugh, I seriously need to clean up the tattoo parlor. It's so gross and old-fashioned. But I don't have the money." Keith hummed, taking off the apron since his shift just ended. "Have you thought of doing a fundraiser?" Lance groaned,"What would I do? Get a bunch of tattoos on people's arms?" Lance sighed and subconsciously rubbed his tattoo of a bird flying away on his collarbone. Keith was quiet for a bit. "Work with Marmora."
"What?"
"Work with Marmora. It's perfect. It'll get people to come because people love this place. They'll see the fundraiser and come by!" Lance started to piece it together,"Oh my God. We could actually do that!" Keith grinned,"Yes!" Lance started to laugh and ran a hand through his hair,"What should we do though! Oh! We could get like flower art or something! I could draw on pieces of paper a bunch of flowers that the customer wants and you could help me by getting me the flowers as models. We could sell the drawings and make some cash!" Keith nodded,"That's a great start. We can do something bigger later. I like that. " Lance suddenly began to giggle and laugh and breathed in the fresh beautiful air of Marmora. He felt light and airy and jumpy like he could do anything! Keith helped him. Keith.
"Keith!" He surged forward and his arms wrapped around Keith in a warm embrace, sighing into his hair and laughing breathlessly. Keith literally stopped breathing. His face turned as red as roses and his shocked expression warmed as he hesitantly and warmly wrapped his arms around Lance loosely and softly. Lance pulled away but still held Keith in his arms,"This is wonderful. Thank you, Keith." Keith felt his heart clench and his muscles ache and heat pool into his stomach and cheeks burn,"Y-Yeah. Anything." Lance gulped. Keith's eyes trailed over his body to his bird tattoo and to his bicep with forget-me-nots and the bi pride tattoo on his wrist. His heart fluttered at that. He looked up again and Lance stared at him. He shifted a bit and his hands came up his arms and cupped under his ears and on his jaw. He let out a soft breath he was holding. Keith's hands came up and clutched on to Lance's blue shirt sleeves. Lance slowly inched forward every two seconds and tilted his head ever so slightly. Keith felt his eyes begin to close and-
"Ho ho."
They immediately snapped their eyes open and flew to the opposite sides of the rooms. Pidge grinned eagerly and their brother, Matt, snapped pictures at the door frame of the employee room. "Pidge!" Keith glared at them and Lance seemed shocked. "Aw man, ya'll are goners." Lance coughed," You know what, Keith came up with an idea for a fundraiser to help the Blue Leon, so imma plan that." He ran towards the door and glanced back with a smile and door keys in his hand as he saluted him,"Thanks Keith!" Keith crossed his arms and waved a bit with a small smile as he went. Matt and Pidge stood at the door and Keith walked past them, but as he did...
"Ya'll were this close -"
"Pidge."
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They planned it two months later and on the day of, Lance was jittery. Arms flying everywhere outside of parlor to make it look nice. "Lance. Lance. LaNCE. LANCE." Lance turned to face him,"You said something?" Keith sighed and leaned on the art desk they set up,"Don't worry. The flower crowns and art with go fine. You'll do great. People will come, trust me." Lance nervously bit his nail, which he never did,"How do you know?" Keith placed a hand on his back and smiled softly,"I just do. I know what I'm doing." Lance sighed," Alright. Ok. Thanks." Keith hummed,"No problem."
He walked away and Lance couldn't help but admire him in all his grace and beauty and how calm he was. "It's 4:00. No one's here." Keith rolled his eyes,"Lance, it just started. Give them a minute." Lance groaned and hid his head in his arms,"Them? What 'them'?" Keith grinned and lifted up Lance's head,"Them." He pointed a a group of chattering women, old and some young. In the front were two girls. One with long with hair in a ponytail and the other with two blonde pigtails. "Allura? Romelle?" Keith smiled," I called a few friends."
It was a huge success. Once everyone saw the fun the group was having, people joined in and it just went on from there. It was like every hour was rush hour and Lance certainly felt that rush of adrenaline pump through his body and electrocute off him like fireworks. Keith helped so much. With everything. The one time Lance got a break, once he looked at Keith, he left sweaty and flustered again.
When it ended, it was late and dark and cold because of the autumn breeze. Keith glanced at the large bins and boxes of money. Lance grinned breathlessly,"How much do you think it is?" Keith grinned along with him,"Thousands, maybe a million." Lance whooped and danced on the sidewalk, the light of the lamp post unable to out shine him. " I FEEL like a million!" Keith sighed and smiled. Lance turned around and hugged in the warmest embrace ever. Keith felt his cheeks warm and his chuckled lightly, almost a giggle as Lance hugged him tightly. Lance pulled away and cupped his cheeks,"You are amazing. " Keith clutched onto Lance's blue scarf,"We are amazing." Keith never felt this warm and cold at the same time. Keith sighed and let go of Lance's scarf, staring at his boots with a smile. Lance grinned and tilted Keith's head up and leaned in, their breaths mingling and bodies pressed,"Thank you, Keith." It was too much for Keith. His head was spinning with delight and heart thumping wildly and crazy. "Anything. Honestly, anything." Lance leaned in even more, smiling to his heart's content and he wondered if those red lips were as soft as he had imagined them,"Anything?" Keith gulped,"Yeah. Anything, just say the word." One of Lance's hands dropped from his face and he hooked a finger under his chin and touching their lips for a tiny second before pulling away. His lips quivered from the cold and let out a shuddering breath. Would Keith even let him? Would he push him away? He had to try because with Keith, anything was worth it,"...Can..I?" Keith forced himself to look down, Lance's finger still under his chin and nodded briefly. Lance swooped down and kissed him.
Though he knew it would happen, Keith still flinched, but not out of fright. Lance pulled away, but not really. Their lips still were touching so he kissed him again, Keith kissing back full force. And he did it again and again. Lance then pulled away for real and opened his eyes. Keith pursed his lips and let out a half-chuckle half-sigh. "Wow." Lance laughed," I know, right?"
A silence passed for a second. "Keith?" Keith looked up,"What?" Lance smiled,"Can I ask for a favor?" Keith smirked,"Anything." Lance laughed again and pecked his lips,"Can you rebuild the Blue Leon with me? Help me with the choices? And....stuff." Keith leaned up and kissed the corner of his lips,"Yeah."
"Can I ask another favor?"
"Anything."
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
Keith just kissed him senseless.
Thank you for the request!!!!!!!