The Best Klance Fanfictions

Pampering

who's ready for some amazing PJO au? Lance is an aphrodite camper so.... we all know how this is going to turn out XD.
once again, art nor story is mine.
Art by ikimaru
original story at https://archiveofourown.org/works/12318090/chapters/28005615

also this story has 3 chapers. i will add 'chapter _' at the begining of each chapter, so this page will be very long srry!

enjoy!
-Osha
Pampering

by juniperallura

Lance emerged from the bathroom with a contented sigh. The thick clay of the mask was soothing and cool against his skin, smoothing away a hard day of sweaty combat training and a nearly fatal attempt at rock climbing. Fresh tulips from the Demeter cabin clustered in the cabin windows, sending a wave of sweetness through the air with every summer breeze that fluttered the lace curtains. Somewhere in the distance an Apollo camper was playing a lyre, its melody drifting down into the valley

Lance sucked in another deep breath, letting it go in a smile. "This cabin is paradise. Aren't you relaxed already?"

"This cabin is a nightmare," Keith grunted, perched on the edge of Lance's hope chest with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His eyes darted around the room as a scowl pulled at his sharp features. "The fumes are noxious."

Lance rolled his eyes. "Yours is a nightmare, and I've been to the Hades cabin." He shuddered, thinking back only a few hours to when he had marched over to the Ares cabin to collect Keith for a little R&R time before dinner. One peek inside the door was enough to send him reeling; armor and weapons thrown haphazardly on the floor (it was a miracle they ever passed cabin inspection,) angry red accents on the bedding and walls, and something smoky hanging in the air. From then on he decided throwing pebbles at Keith's window would be his preferred method of boyfriend-summoning, although he'd have to be careful of the landmines. Like he said, a nightmare. "I know the pink trim is tacky, but it's at least peaceful in here, right?" He gestured around the cabin, empty except for a few of his siblings draped over a bed in the corner flipping through magazines.

Keith sighed, finally uncrossing his arms. "Yeah, I guess it is quieter..."

"That's the spirit! Now-" Lance grinned, holding up a Mario Badescu container in one hand and a headband in the other- "Let's get you pampered!"

"Here we go," Keith said mournfully. He tilted his head up, squeezing his eyes shut as Lance stretched the headband over him and pushed back his bangs. His eyes flew open when he felt a pair of lips smack against his forehead. "Augh!"

"Sorry, I couldn't help it." Lance chuckled, still leaning down to stare into Keith's stormy gaze, for once unobstructed by dark locks. He'd never noticed how long Keith's eyelashes were, framing the gentle curve of his eye and batting angrily at him. Lance murmured, "You have beautiful eyes, y'know."

Heat pooled immediately in Keith's cheeks. Nothing could make him blush quite like his boyfriend- a son of Aphrodite no less- calling him beautiful. Like Lance was one to talk; even with that goo all over his face he was still gorgeous, his own eyes blue and sparkling like the ocean. "Just put the mask on," Keith grumbled.

Lance happily obliged, scooting Keith over on the chest to sit knee to knee with him. Keith seemed to finally relax under his touch, the furrow in his brow melting away as Lance gently spread the clay over his face. "I helped Nora- Hecate Nora, not Hephaestus Nora- put a little skin care magic into this, so it'll either work wonders or we'll both erupt in boils tomorrow."