The Best Klance Fanfictions

Merry Me?

okay! i got a request about a proposal fic. i found a really beautiful one:
found here:https://archiveofourown.org/works/13164819

merry me?

baemeran

Christmas has countless opportunities for competitions. Who can frost the most cookies, who can string up the most Christmas lights, who can hang up the most ornaments, who can make the best snow angel, who can steal the most kisses under a mistletoe- the list goes on and on. For Lance and Keith, every year is a new challenge, a new opportunity to fall in love all over again as you have a food fight with cookie icing and a dash of sprinkles.

It's fun. It's entertaining. It's exhilarating. It's perfect for them.

They've now gotten into "who can get the most Christmas presents for the other".

Keith is ashamed to say that he's lost, twenty to twenty-five. And Lance is refusing to let him live it down, even though he still has two more presents to open. One of them turns out to be a pair of socks with "mullet" stitched on the side, and the other a new pair of earbuds. Red.

"You win this time," Keith says as he crumbles up the wrapping paper. "I'll strive for thirty next year."

"Then I'll strive for thirty-six," Lance says, leaning in close to grin at him. He's wearing a fuzzy blue sweater with the chemical formula for bismuth stitched in white on the front- Bi. A gift from Pidge, of course. "I love you, babe, but I'm remaining the champ and there's nothing you can do about it."

Keith raises an eyebrow. "Oh really? What if I'm throwing you off? What if I'm actually striving for forty and you fall short?" He smirks at him, mimicking him and leaning closer, too. "You won't have the throne for much longer."

"First of all, that's against the rules, you can't do that-" Lance ignores Keith's indignant scoff as he holds up a finger. "Second of all- you still have a present to open, so you're the one that fell short."

Keith opens his mouth to retort, but he stops and blinks at him. "Another present?"

Lance wiggles his eyebrows at him before leaning away, reaching behind the Christmas tree. They had both agreed on a small one, for anything bigger than the one they had wouldn't fit in their apartment, which they've lived in together for a little over three years. It's strange how fast the time has gone by yet still feels like it's been a million years. Keith wouldn't mind a million more.

Lance pulls out a medium-sized present, wrapped in purple-and-white striped wrapping paper with a red bow on top. "I saved the best for last," he says, handing it to Keith before crossing his legs in anticipation. "I... I hope you like it."

I hope you like it? Keith gives him a strange look. Throughout the whole morning Lance has oozed nothing but confidence, handing him present after present with a cocky grin on his face, saying things like You'll love this one or This one'll be your favorite, trust me. Never has he expressed any hesitance, any worry, yet here he is now, curled up, staring at the present as if it personally insulted him.

"Is it a puppy?" Keith asks, smiling at him, attempting to brighten his expression. He doesn't like that expression. "A cat? We already have two, Lance."

Instead of perking up like he usually would have, Lance just laughs awkwardly, looking away. "No, no, not a puppy. Not a cat, either."