Klance and Jaith oneshots

💕[Soulmate pt. 1]💕

(Part one)

3rd pov

Lance blinked awake slowly as his phone chirped at him, reminding him that it was time to get up. Like most mornings on the ship, it took him a minute to remember where he was as this pristine white ceiling was drastically different from the concrete of the Garrison. Getting up, Lance gathered his things to start his morning routine. His routine consisted of a long shower, then his morning face scrub, face mask, lotion, and a touch of his makeup, which to his dismay was running out. Most of his products were alien made, but the small container of powder foundation he had was from earth since he must have left it in one of his jacket's many pockets. It saddened him to be running low, so he left a mental note for himself to use less of it from here on out. Once he had finished the rest of his routine, Lance moved back into his room to do his favorite morning tradition. Taking a marker from his storage container that was in his room, Lance sat down on his bed and pulled his jacket sleeve back a little bit.

'Morning, gorgeous ;) Sleep well? I know I did.'

Writing to his soulmate always made Lance happy, but almost in a bittersweet way. His soulmate rarely reciprocated the contact, but that didn't stop lance in the least. While the other had only said enough for Lance to know he was mostly likely male (which was fine to Lance's BI heart) but other then that Lance knew nothing. Lance on the other hand had made sure to tell his soulmate about himself as much as possible. Of course they don't know his name or anything obviously identifying him, because whatever weird reason for the soulmate system made sure to not make it that easy. But he had told them his favorite color was blue, and that he loved the beach and the sun, that his family was big and loud, and that he was a overly romantic bisexual who tends to fall for people way to fast. Lance tried to write to his soulmate every morning, every night, and whenever he thought about it. Since being thrown into space, time had been weird, so Lance hopes his soulmate didn't think he was messing up his self-given schedule, not that Lance knew if they cared, but Lance cared about it. He was willing to wait for them to reach out. He would wait as long as he has to. In his mind the wait was well worth it. They were the reason Lance was going to save the universe, so he would have the chance to meet his soulmate. And if he saved the universe then his soulmate would never have to be ashamed of him, right?
The thought of his future with the man of his dreams filled Lance with immense happiness, and with a large grin on his face, Lance stepped out of his room and headed to breakfast.
Keith slowly started to wake up, and like most mornings he got up and headed towards the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and took care of his business, when he was done he got dressed and noticed that his soulmate had written good morning again. Keith never really replied because he didn't really care all that much but he decided that he'll reply once today and went and grabbed his marker.

'good morning'

Lance was almost to the dining room when he felt a subtle sensation on his arm. Quickly Lance stopped and pulled up his sleeve. His soulmate had answered him! Grabbing the marker which he had put in his pocket, Lance hurriedly wrote back,

'Wow, you must have slept on the right side of the bed since you actually responded, huh?'

Keith was on his way out of his room when he noticed that his soulmate had already responded to him. He looked at what his soulmate had said and grabbed his marker to write back.

'I guess I'm in a good mood'

Keith wasn't cold and didn't really feel like putting on his jacket so he was glad that his soulmate had written on his wrist and not anywhere else.