The Best Klance Fanfictions

"That's... a lot."

 by 2towels
original story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9734429
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"That's...a lot." by 2towels

They were twelve questions in, and Lance had painstakingly sat through only receiving two of them. Pidge and Hunk were smart enough not to pick him, and Keith had learned quickly that he'd take any dare from him. As it so happened, the idea of truth or dare was a very good and entertaining one, and was a decent way to pass the time when they were too wired to sleep, but no good questions were being asked, and Lance was dying. He was on his way out of this level of existence, writing in boredom, and Pidge made a insufferable show of lavishly thinking of a question for as long as she could. She called on Keith, who didn't even blink, seemingly growing bored himself, before replying.

          "Truth."

          "Who's your best friend on the ship?" Pidge asked, and Lance groaned off to the side, flopping backwards in his dramatics towards the question and only stopping to allow Pidge to tack on, "Shiro not included. He's the obvious answer."

          "Uh, Lance probably." And the world seemed to still.

          In all his time during the rough two years sailing through space in the defense of the known universe, Lance had never been so quickly stunned and silenced. Not when Allura flipped off Prince Lotor (she only even vaguely knew what the gesture meant, too!), not when the Black Lion had opened for Lance for the first time, not even when he'd seen Keith sob late into the night of Shiro's disappearance after Zarkon's defeat. Yet here he was, in a ring of truth or dare far too late at night considering they had training first thing in the morning and a planet to tour and visit immediately following. Here he was, completely silent, as Keith claimed he was his best friend aside from their fearless leader and fatherly figure.

          Pidge and Hunk were not as particularly quieted, positively roaring with laughter at Lance's mortified face. When Keith noticed what they were laughing at, he spared a glance to his supposed best friend and winced, and Lance almost felt bad to not be able to calm his own features.

          "What!?" He finally managed to squeak out, sitting up a little frantically and scooting a bit backwards, "We're rivals!"

          Keith seemed to be completely confused, his eyebrows furrowing together deeply and nose scrunching a little as he watched Lance. "What, still?"

          The Blue Paladin choked, standing and feeling his face heat up. "I-YES! What do you mean still?" They were definitely something, that was for sure, but he wasn't going to let himself get flustered with that thought process now of all times.

          Pidge rolled backwards, practically shrieking while Hunk had the decency to have calmed himself down to small snorts and snickers. "Lance-" Hunk tried to begin, "Lance, you're not. You guys are, like, practically ma--"

           "DON'T-" Lance roared, his face bright red and knowing exactly what Hunk was going to say, having heard the expression from his own best friend so many times before.

          The Red Paladin was much more composed, watching the trio calmly and sighing quietly through his nose as he landed on Lance again. "I don't...really see what the problem here is."

          "He's embarrassed!" The youngest of them wheezed in explanation, slapping Hunk's arm as they tried to sit up again. "Oh my god, Lance!"