…."I'm sorry," Keith said. And he meant it. This whole thing was unfair to Lance.

"It's not your fault."

"Actually… I think it is."

Lance pulled away just enough so that he could see Keith's face. "Why would it be your fault?"

"I don't think I was doing what I was supposed to be doing," Keith uttered quietly. His hands fisted the back of Lance's shirt for a moment before he let go of him entirely and stepped back into his own space again. Lance's arms dropped back to his own sides and his head tilted in question as he kept his eyes on Keith. "I'm sorry to have dragged you and the other Keith and your kids into this."

"Keith, you didn't drag anyone into anything. You didn't do this. But… if you leave here with a different perspective…"

Keith watched Lance's mouth pull into a genuine smile, one that reached all the way up to his eyes. He wondered when he began to distinguish Lance's smiles.

"I want you to be happy, Keith. Your Lance wants that too, I know it."

"How —"

"'Cause you're his person."

A flicker of doubt, but Keith pushed it away. He wanted. He so very much wanted.

"I believe you," he whispered in response.

Lance's smile grew wider, blinding in a way because that sure looked like pure joy on Lance's face.

A strange noise broke the moment, almost as if someone had broken a stick in half by stepping on it. Keith glanced around the backyard, and wondered where it could've come from, although his attention was drawn back to Lance when he heard Lance gasp.

It occurred to him, then, as he watched Lance stare hopefully up at the night sky, that this was the exact moment they'd both been waiting for since his arrival. But now that it was here, his eyes widened in a panic, because he didn't think he was ready to leave. He needed more time. He wanted to say goodbye to the kids, even if they didn't know it was a goodbye. He needed to make sure Lance knew he was truly sorry for dragging this little family into this mess —

"Lance." He reached out to Lance without hesitation, and found Lance's hand waiting for him. Lance's blue eyes, happy but calm as they bore into his own, were all he could focus on.

"Keith, you're going to be okay."

The protective determination in Lance's eyes was making Keith's eyes sting and he nodded quickly in response.

Lance used their joined hands to tug Keith towards him so that he could wrap him in another hug and whisper into his ear, "You can have this. Trust me."

Then Lance released him at the first sign of a tug from the universe.

After that all Keith knew was wind and that crackling noise — both loud in his ears — as he felt himself flung through the portal. He didn't fight the pull this time, and instead just watched as stars flew by (or was he flying past the stars?) and hoped that this meant that he was going home. Keith wasn't sure what he'd do if this landed him in yet another reality.

The thoughts that could've spiraled from that slightly depressing and nightmarish notion were quickly splashed away, quite literally as Keith hit cold water, falling beneath the surface with the force of the fall. He felt arms around his torso and before he could even begin to struggle or panic over the drastic change in his surroundings, Lance was pulling him not only to the surface, but towards the shallow end so that Keith could feel the bottom of the Altean pool and stand on his own two feet.

He stumbled a bit, prompting to Lance to keep one arm slung around his back to hold him upright. Lance's other hand began to push his wet bangs out of his face as he sputtered out some water and scrambled to grab hold of Lance in return.

"Ay por dios, Keith, are you okay? Are you okay?" Lance was repeating, and with the wind and the crackle and even the sound of the water finally out of his ears, Keith could finally hear him. "That reality portal thing came out of nowhere and swooped the other Keith up — there was another Keith here for a while, it was crazy. Anyway, I've never seen anything like that crackly portal thing, and I've seen a lot of things out here. Crap — you're still coughing, please say you're okay, and that you're our Keith even though you arrived in pajamas again."

Keith glanced towards the ceiling through another coughing fit as he listened to Lance's flustered speech. The portal was gone. And this appeared to be the castleship. He met Lance's worried face and finally gave him a small nod. He managed to put more weight on his feet and found that he was finally able to stand again. Lance's hands fall away from him, and with the added space between them, Keith quickly spun Lance in the water with a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey!" Lance said at the surprise spin, although he quit protesting when he felt Keith's fingertips move over the scar on his back.

"I think this confirms I'm in the right place," Keith said, voice hoarse from coughing. He released Lance's shoulder and only when he pulled his hand back did Lance turn back around to face him, eyes soft and full of understanding.

"Can I see?" He jut his chin towards Keith's shoulder.

It took Keith a moment to realize what Lance wanted, but then he quickly nodded and pulled at the collar of his wet pajama shirt to reveal the wide scar that ran over his shoulder. Lance's fingers moved slowly towards his shoulder, and when Keith didn't move away or even release his shirt collar in protest, those fingers brushed lightly over his scar before Lance curled his fingers around Keith's neck and pulled him in close enough to press their foreheads together.

"You're back," Lance whispered. Keith nodded in return, letting his eyes close as he stilled and allowed himself time to breathe with Lance in this moment. "Are you okay?" Keith nodded again, but then shivered so strongly that even Lance felt it. Lance released a small chuckle and began to pull him out of the pool. "Come on, you're freezing."

It was uncomfortable to climb out of the pool water with the pajamas sticking wetly to his skin, and he pulled the shirt off as soon as Lance handed him a spare towel. Lance pulled on his own shirt, but he kept wide eyes pinned on Keith, as if he couldn't believe Keith was in front of him again (even though Keith was pretty sure Lance had just said there had been another Keith here in his place). But when Keith met Lance's eyes, Lance quickly glanced away.

"We have to take care of these pajamas." Lance snatched up the pajama shirt Keith had tossed away and began wringing it out. "The other Keith arrived in pajamas too, which he has now left here, giving you all sorts of pajama options and I expect to see you in them often."

Keith bit back his own grin as he watched red begin to color Lance's face.

"I mean, not often like I'd see you in bed often, but just… you should wear pajamas because they're ador — uh, comfortable. Pajamas are comfortable and you should wear them and now you have two pairs. Really, you should have three because I know you have Red Paladin pajamas in that room somewhere even though you claimed you did not." He spun on his heel and began moving towards the exit. "Let's get moving, huh? I'm going to get you into a hot shower before you catch a cold from reality tunnel travel. Well, I mean — I'm not getting you in the shower as much as I'm just going to escort you to the —"

"Okay," Keith said, cutting him off as he caught up to Lance near the doors. As much fun as he was having watching Lance dig himself into a hole of innuendos, he needed out of these wet pants.

They made it to Keith's room rather quickly, with Lance still chatting about how cool it was to actually see a spontaneous hole between realities. He was happy that Lance walked right into his old room without any prompting, and even smiled when Lance pulled another pair of pajamas out of his drawer to show him. His fingers then trailed over his jacket, which had been left tossed on his bed before he pulled his Blade of Marmora knife from the holster around his waist.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Lance said, throwing his hands around as he stared incredulously at Keith. "Tell me you were not wearing your knife with the pajamas?"

"Okay… I won't tell you," Keith said dryly.

"I just said pajamas are meant to be comfortable! You can't be comfortable with a knife on you!"

"I beg to differ," Keith muttered. "Besides, this belonged to my mom, and I couldn't… I didn't know when I might get picked up to come back, so I had to keep it on me all the time."

"Okay," Lance sighed, resigned. "I'll accept that excuse for that reality —"

"You don't have much of a choice," Keith said with his own wry grin.

"— but no more pointy pajama accessories"

Keith pulled the dry pajamas from Lance's arms, and in their place, left his blade with Lance. He caught Lance staring reverently down at it before he made his way into the bathroom for a quick, hot shower and new warm pajamas. When he returned to his room, he was pleased to see that Lance had stayed. He sat on the edge of Keith's bed, and spun the knife between his hands at an impressively fast pace, especially given that he didn't appear to be focusing on it at all, but instead appeared to be staring thoughtfully at the floor.

"The others should know that you're back, but I wanted to… wait," Lance said without looking up at Keith. "Because if they know you're back, they'll probably call Kolivan."

Keith sat himself next to Lance and continued to watch his knife spin in Lance's talented hands. The weight of the space war was slowly settling itself back on his shoulders, and he suddenly had questions (that he wasn't in a hurry to ask) about what had happened to Voltron on Naxzela, how much did Kolivan know of this reality switch, and what was their current standing with Lotor?

"That was really stupid, what you did," Lance whispered. "Really, really stupid."

Keith sighed, realizing immediately that Lance apparently was in a hurry to talk about the incident with Haggar's shield. "Yeah, the, uh, other Lance yelled at me a few times already."

"You are not allowed to sacrifice yourself for anything, Keith." Lance's hands stilled then as he turned to face Keith, giving him the full effect of his glare. "Not for the mission. Not even for us. And if —"

"Can I — can I say something?" Keith watched Lance's face practically twitch at the interruption, apparently he had really worked himself up for this lecture while Keith was in the shower.

"Sure," Lance finally said in a tone that told Keith that he was in no way finished with this subject.

Keith took a few ticks to just take a few breaths. Now that he had Lance's full attention, he found his heart racing and his hands slightly shaky. Lance passed his knife over to him and he gratefully accepted it, thankful to have something familiar to hold while he did his best to talk.

"Look, Lance," he finally started, "there hasn't been a whole lot in my life that worked out the way I thought it was going go. And not just my family but the Garrison, even Voltron."

"Keith, you can come ba—"

"Just," Keith interrupted again, eyes meeting Lance's insistent ones. Lance shut his mouth and nodded, willing to hear him out. "When we got to space, I couldn't fight the feeling that my whole life led me here. I thought it meant that I was meant for this, like, destined for war?" Lance's mouth dropped open in surprise as sadness filled his eyes, but he didn't speak, allowing Keith to continue. "And since I thought I was meant for war, I never thought about after the war." He paused to swallow harshly before quietly saying, "I didn't think there would be an after the war for me."

"Keith," Lance said softly.

"But I want it now, Lance," Keith insisted before Lance could argue against anything else he'd just shared. "I've seen what it could look like, and I want it. I want there to be an after the war for me."

"Oh, thank God," Lance said, dropping his head to his hands in relief. "In that case, I cancel the rest of my don't you dare self-sacrifice again speech." Lance ran his hands through his hair a few times before sitting up again to face Keith. "Do you think this revelation was the main point of this whole thing? Or do you think —"

"Do I think that I might get sucked back into a reality swapper if you and I aren't…" Keith waved his hand between the two of them, and wondered if Lance had been subject to the same relentless relationship speeches from the other Keith.

"I don't really think you'll get tossed somewhere else just because you didn't come back immediately in love with me, dude," Lance said with a smile. "Although, the universe and I will have words if it takes you away again."

Keith knew Lance was trying to joke with him, but he felt himself frown as he stared back at him. "What you just said… you didn't say the universe would be upset if the two of us weren't already in love." He watched Lance's eyes widen slightly as realization dawned on his own face. "The way you said it almost makes it sound like you're already in lo—"

"I could be," Lance said hoarsely, smile gone and eyes serious and intent. "I could be so easily, Keith."

Now it was Keith's eyes that widened. While he had thought he'd grown used to the other Lance's bluntness in regards to his feelings for the other Keith, hearing a similar sentiment out of his own Lance's mouth was almost a euphoric experience. Unfortunately, his brain began to wonder if it was just the other Keith that Lances fell in love with.

"Did you feel that way before you… met the other Keith?"

Lance chuckled. "That Keith gave me a glimpse of what it could be like, similar to what I think you probably experienced. But, he's not who I… Keith, from the very first moment I saw you, I knew you were my person."

Warmth flooded Keith's body with how much he could practically feel that Lance meant those words.

Still, he couldn't fight the need to stay cautious.

"Did — did the other Keith tell you to say that to me?"

"What? No. Was he supposed to?"

Keith shook his head and threw caution to the wind as he reached over to rest his hand on Lance's wrist. Lance twisted his wrist and shifted his hand so that he could lace their fingers together in a proper hold. It was such a small gesture, but the touch was enough for Keith to feel grounded. He squeezed those long, brown fingers in return and ducked below his drying bangs as he replayed this Lance — his Lance — saying the very words that the other Lance had used in describing the other Keith. Keith hadn't even known how badly he needed to hear those words from his very own Lance until right this moment. He had to wonder if he was noticeably blushing. He tried to swallow over the lump in his throat — he was pretty sure his heart had moved to his fucking throat.

"I didn't know you felt that way," Keith replied quietly.

"I didn't think you'd want to hear it, so I kind of pushed it away, even from myself," Lance sighed. "I'm sorry I didn't… try to tell you sooner."

"I'm not sure how I would've reacted any sooner," Keith said honestly but with a reassuring squeeze to Lance's fingers. "But, even wanting to be with — I mean, I don't really know how… I don't have experience with —" His eyes dipped down to their joined hands as he struggled to find the words he needed.

"Keith, listen." Lance moved a little closer into Keith's space, unconsciously rubbing his thumb back and forth against the back of Keith's hand. "I don't think the point was for us to rush to a chapel and get married the very moment you came back. I think it was for both of us to open our eyes to what we could have and start moving in the right direction."

"We set the pace?" Keith dared to lift his eyes to Lance's again and found bright blue hopeful eyes waiting for him.

"As long as we do it together," Lance added. He twisted further so he could face Keith properly. "Just — please take this leap with me, Keith. I promise I'll catch you."

Keith could feel happiness race through him, across his arms, all the way down to his toes which curled against the cold floor. It was unlike anything he'd felt before, more powerful than an adrenaline rush during a mission. He even felt it in his cheeks as his mouth lifted into a smile.

"What if that feeling I had — that my whole life led me here — wasn't anything about the war? What if my life was just leading me here to you?"

"Jesus Christ, Keith, you're gonna kill me with lines like that," Lance said as he let his blushing face fall into his free hand with a small groan.

Keith smiled, happy Lance hadn't let go of his hand for the current dramatics. He admired Lance's slightly pinkened face as Lance's own smile grew when he glanced back at him.

"You should smile more," Lance said softly.

"I think I will with you around."

Lance let go of his hand only to pull him into a hug against him. "Yup, you're definitely out to kill me."

Keith went more than willingly, tucking himself against Lance's broad chest and wrapping his arms around Lance in return. He smiled to himself as he felt Lance's fingers begin to slide through his still slightly damp hair.

Back in the Domestic Reality…

This time, Lance had let go at the first tug from the universe.

And then Keith was gone.

It was harder to see the reality exchange portal hole-thing out here with the wide expanse of stars in the sky, but the white rim and crackling noise was still present. And as long as they were still present, then the portal was still open.

They were the only things holding Lance together as he continued to stand there Keithless and waiting.

If the universe decided to take Space War Keith back, then the 'Fair Keith Exchange Policy' (that Lance had promptly created in his head as soon as Space War Keith disappeared) meant that he had better get his Keith back.

Pronto.

As in, right this second.

"Please," he whispered shakily to the sky. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease —"

He cut himself off right before Keith hurtled into him. His hands flew up to try to catch his husband, but they both crashed into the grass and rolled a few feet before finally coming to a stop with Keith planted firmly on top of him.

Lance couldn't even spare time to groan in pain before he cupped Keith's face and lifted it quickly, determined to see those purple eyes and confirm that this was his Keith.

"Wow, I really fell for you, huh?" Keith groaned as he reached back to rub at a sore spot on his hip.

"No" — Lance choked on a sob — "no puns right now. I so fucking worried, Keith."

And those were his Keith's eyes — made clear by the presence of love and happy tears, instead of wariness and confusion.

"Are you okay?" he asked desperately. "Please, Keith, please be okay."

"Yes, love, yes." Keith pressed his face into Lance's neck and pressed several kisses there. "I'm fine." And before Lance could ask again, Keith's mouth was covering his, and Lance relaxed into the grass at the familiar feeling of his husband's weight and his husband's mouth moving so perfectly with his own.

His hands roamed over Keith's bare back (that made two pairs of pajamas he would have to replace) and he only cut the kiss short when he felt Keith shiver above him.

"You're freezing." Lance rubbed his hands over Keith's back in an attempt to warm him up before he finally pushed him to get them both to their feet. "Is that a bathing suit?"

"Yeah." Keith fit himself into Lance's side as they began to walk back to the house, although he paused for a moment to just appreciate their backyard.

Lance didn't let him linger, though, and he pulled Keith into the house. Although once inside, he had to practically run to keep up to Keith as he followed him first to Luna's room to check on her and wake her with hugs, and then to Sol's room to do the same. Both kids were slightly confused, but neither complained about extra hugs before they went right back to sleep.

"I missed them," Keith said from the hallway as he peeked into both rooms once again, hand still holding tightly to Lance's through the entire reunion with the kids. "And you," he murmured as he wrapped his arms around Lance. "I missed you so much."

"I can hardly believe you're back. I was so worried, Keith, really. He said you were dropped in the middle of a space war," Lance whispered into his hair, which was currently extra floofy. "Are you really okay?"

"Yes, love." Keith nuzzled against him.

"Did that thing shoot you through a wind tunnel?" he tried to tease while petting Keith's hair, anything to keep his voice from cracking

"It was pretty windy, yeah," Keith said. "I didn't care so much this time, since I knew it was sending me back to you."

Lance released the sob that was stuck in his throat and buried his face in Keith's neck. Keith didn't let go of him, but he did move them away from the children's doors and down the hallway to their own room.

The strength in his arms as he kept them wrapped around Lance was the only thing keeping Lance grounded as he cried into Keith's shoulder and thought about what a release it was to finally have his arms around Keith again. His chest was lighter than it had ever been. Lighter than during their first kiss. Or the day Keith agreed to marry him. Or their actual wedding day. That first night they had Luna and Sol in the house — because they had known from the first moment that those children were meant to be theirs. He was so light he was pretty sure he could float away and that holding onto Keith now was the only thing keeping that from happening. Keith just squeezed him tighter and murmured words of agreement — as Lance belatedly realized that he had been saying all of this out loud.

"I'm never letting go of you again," Lance said. "Seriously, Keith, it's gonna get weird."

A strange laugh-sob hybrid noise escaped from Keith then before he pulled them both down to their bed and tangled himself into Lance.

In the Voltron Reality…

While the rest of the team got the general idea of what Keith had been doing in the other reality over the next few days, Lance was treated to every nitty gritty detail, including Keith's apparent hidden ability to pull loose teeth and funny stories that included skinned knees and the right breakfast bowl for stubborn toddlers. He grinned as Keith lamented over the loss of real food. And balked when Keith tried to skim over his day at the beach.

"You're sunburnt." Lance grinned, running his finger down the slope of Keith's nose. He recognized what Keith was doing, and while it was sweet — trying to leave out a part of the story that might make Lance homesick for his own beach — he still asked for more. "You were obviously in the sun. Come on, give me the beach details, too."

They were sitting on one of the couches in the main lounge. And while there had been plenty of space between them when Keith had first begun speaking, they'd both shifted enough times that they now sat close enough for their knees to touch. Lance had dropped his arm to the back of the couch and indulged himself as he ran his fingers through Keith's hair (Keith had stopped mid-word at the first slide of his fingers through those black locks, released a small, soft sigh, and then continued with his story. Lance was in hair finger combing heaven.)

"Oh, and then there was another movie night without the kids. I don't remember the name of the movie, but Lance was totally cheating because —"

"How do you cheat at movie night?"

"He played one that he must've already watched with his Keith, so he would've already known that it had made him laugh, and —"

"Whoa, wait, Keith" — Lance could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up — "was this No Laugh movie night?"

"Yeah, that's what he called it." Keith's eyebrows furrowed when he turned his head enough to see Lance's face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Lance assured, fingers on the move again through Keith's hair when he realized he'd stalled. "It's just, uh… my dad invented No Laugh movie night. We used to have them all the time when I was a kid."

"Oh," Keith said thoughtfully as his eyes traced over Lance's face. "Well, I liked it. Maybe we could do that here? I bet everyone else would like it. Um, or we could just… have nights when we watch movies without the rest — you know, like, just the two of —"

"Are you asking me on a movie date?" Lance grinned widely at Keith's pinkened cheeks and uncharacteristic ramble.

Keith sighed. "Well, dates are what you do when, uh…"

"Yeah." Lance smiled softly at him while tugging a strand of hair at the same time. His smile only grew when Keith's mouth shifted to a pout. "I'm up for any date with you, samurai."

The pout disappeared as he watched Keith try to bite back a small smile while shifting his head back, an unspoken request for Lance's fingers to begin moving again.

"You are staying, right? Living here? No more Blades?" He had been dying to ask this question ever since Keith had landed in their pool a few days ago, but had been worried about spooking Keith, or asking too much of him. But right now Keith was a warmth sitting here next to him, and they hadn't even held hands again or kissed, but he already couldn't imagine giving this up.

Keith pursed his lips once before speaking. "I asked Shiro to set up a conference call with Kolivan for me," he said slowly before glancing once at Lance. "I thought I should be the one to tell him that I decided my place was here."

Lance's exhale was shaky, but his smile was wide as he wrapped arms around Keith and pulled him all the way into him for a hug. Keith 'Ooof'd' a bit as he was tugged closer but Lance was soon being hugged in return. He squeezed Keith a little and then reluctantly released him — he'd been doing his best to keep his hugs to short bursts in another attempt to not chase Keith off. But Keith didn't shift back to his own spot on the couch when Lance let go. Instead, he remained where he was, pressed snugly against Lance's side, face close to Lance's face, and dark eyes focused on what Lance had to assume was his mouth.

And Lance thought he'd been ecstatically happy a few ticks ago when Keith said he was staying… That was nothing compared to the butterflies swooping through his stomach as Keith's fingers skimmed over his jaw, causing a visible shiver. He brushed Keith's bangs out of his face and leaned in at the same moment that Keith's fingers found the back of his neck and pulled him in. The kiss was tentative and soft, almost to the point of no contact at all as they breathed against each other. But then Lance pressed forward, desperate to get more contact and Keith met him with equal pressure and small sound in his throat that Lance was going to replay in his brain and treasure forever.

As far as first kisses went, Lance was pretty damn sure it was perfect. The way they'd basically crashed into each other but it was only gentle fingers that made contact. The way one of Keith's hands clutched the front of his shirt while Lance's hands cupped Keith's face. Keith's other hand began to slide up his back before flattening between his shoulder blades, and Lance's stomach jumped in the best way when Keith used the new leverage to practically crawl into Lance's lap and pull Lance flush against him. There was another pleased grunt from Keith, as if he hadn't been expecting all the goodness that came with that amount of touching, and Lance found himself smiling into the kiss at the sound.

And when he pulled back to breathe, and Keith's lips chased after him, he figured death by kisses wasn't a bad way to go and leaned right back in to give Keith what he wanted.

"Lance," Keith managed to whisper reverently between kisses, and Lance pulled back only long enough to concur with the universe that this — this boy with the pink cheeks and the dazed eyes who was keeping them pressed together with strong hands around Lance — this was exactly what he'd always wanted in his life. Exactly what he'd fight to protect.

"Keith," he whispered back, just as reverently, before reconnecting their lips.

He walked Keith back to his room after that because he was a gentleman, and pushed Keith up against the wall inside his room to kiss him some more because he was not.

And while he'd meant to just kiss him silly before giving him some space for the evening, he'd melted a bit when he spotted the sketch of Luna and Sol stuck to Keith's wall. And then melted some more when Keith admitted he'd found the sketch in the pocket of his jeans and hung it up because he missed the kids.

So of course he had to kiss Keith for an extended period of time after that adorable confession.

In the Domestic Reality…

Lance draped himself over Keith's back and Keith immediately relaxed under the weight. It had been a few weeks since he'd been returned, but he still wasn't entirely comfortable unless Lance was touching him, or at least within touching distance. Lance didn't seem to mind this in the slightest.

"Hi, love," Keith murmured. He spread the many many pages he'd been working on since his return across his desk and then side-eyed Lance's face, currently pressed in close to his own. Lance scanned over the pages and moved his hands from the arm rests of Keith's chair to circle around his chest before he finally spoke.

"It's incredible, baby."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. They're gonna love it. The bonds between lions and paladins. Space battles. All the possibilities for characters given an endless number of planets. They're going to take one look at all this and want to publish the comic immediately."

Keith smiled at his work. Some were just sketches of characters, but he also had a few complete panels ready for an upcoming pitch. He was grateful for a talent that allowed him to recreate some of the things he had had seen, which was as therapeutic as it was feeding his creative side.

"You'll help me, right? If this takes off?" Keith asked. "I have a few story ideas from what the paladins told me while I was there, and a couple more ideas have come to me while I've been sketching, but…"

"I'll help you any way you want," Lance murmured into Keith's neck. He let Keith nose his face a few inches away, allowing Keith to turn his head properly and join their mouths together for a few slow kisses. "Missed you, baby," Lance whispered between kisses, a sentiment they both found themselves repeating often, even those few weeks out. He tightened his arms around Keith's torso and Keith felt him smile into the kiss when he felt Keith's hands come up to grip his arms.

When they stopped kissing, Lance wasn't quite ready to let go of him yet, so he remained where he was and turned his attention back to Keith's Voltron artwork.

"Holy crow, Keith, please tell me that's not the actual size of that space spider that nabbed you."

"Okay, I won't tell you," Keith replied dryly and felt Lance shudder playfully against his back. "Do you… do you think those two are okay?"

"As long as they never go near that spider base again."

"No, I mean do you think Lance and —"

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Lance sighed. "I think… if they're smart —"

"We're basically talking about ourselves and its weird."

"— then they'll figure out that they're better together than apart," Lance continued.

Keith hummed thoughtfully and pressed back towards Lance when he felt Lance shift more of weight on him, allowing Lance to lean further over the desk to file through some of his additional sketches.

"Wait, Keith, who's this guy?" His finger landed on a broad alien with a long braid and big, fluffy ears.

"I think they said his name was Kolivan and I think he's the leader of the Blades, although I met him really briefly the night I arrived there, so my memories of him a little hazy. I'm having a hard time remembering the details of his armor."

"Oh, Keithy, then I'm about to get the assistant of the year award from you."

"You'd be more than my assistant," Keith murmured.

"Right hand man? Space ranger partner? What do you prefer?"

Keith rolled his eyes. "Why are you getting an award?"

"Because when other Keith crashed into our world, he was wearing Blade armor, and as I mentioned, he was swept up out of here wearing some of your pajamas, which means…"

"We have actual Blade armor from another reality in this house?" Keith asked, eyes wide with excitement.

"Yeah, but I'm gonna refer to it as Keith's sexy bodysuit from now on and I request that you do the same."

"Request denied."

"I'm also requesting that you model it for me later after we get the kids in bed," Lance whispered into Keith's ear before nibbling at Keith's earlobe.

Keith couldn't fight the shiver that ran through him. There had been plenty of roaming hands and scattered office supplies in this shared work space, and for a moment Keith forgot that the kids were home as he reached up and let his fingers run through Lance's hair.

They were reminded that they weren't alone on this rainy afternoon, however, when both kids fell over top of each other as they suddenly barreled into the office at the same time.

Lance chuckled before lifting himself off Keith's back. Keith watched him, openly admiring his husband from his broad shoulders down to his long legs as he retreated to his own desk and sat himself down across from Keith.

"Are we eating dinner soon?" Sol asked as he scrambled to his feet, Luna quickly following him.

"Uncle Hunk said he wanted to bring us dinner tonight, so I need you guys to clean up the living room," Lance responded.

"Ughhh," Luna groaned while leaning heavily into Keith's side. "Most of those toys are Sol's and he never helps clean."

Keith pulled her in for a proper side hug as he watched Sol quickly escape the office and disappear out of sight.

"Sol, you're going to clean up your own toys!" Lance called out towards the hallway.

Luna wrapped an arm around Keith's neck and hugged him tightly in return. Keith grinned as he watched one of Lance's eyebrows raise as he stared thoughtfully into the quiet hallway.

"Are you listening to me, Sol?" Lance finally said after a few more quiet moments.

"Yes, I'm hearing you in my ears!" Sol yelled back from the other room.

"I hope this isn't a sign of what he's going to be like as a teenager," Luna sighed dramatically.

Lance snorted out a laugh while Keith pressed his lips into a solid line to bite back a smile.

"Please help him," Lance requested of her across the desks.

Another dramatic sigh. "Fiiine." She let go of Keith and made her way out of the room.

"You're my favorite daughter!" Lance called after her.

"Very funny!"

Keith smiled as he still felt the phantom warmth of Lance on his back and Luna at his side. He'd need to grab a Sol hug as soon as he left the office. As the kids began to presumably clean (although Keith had his doubts about that), their house was filled with the sound of Luna singing while Sol's monster socks began to growl.

He turned back to his computer and opened his email where he found a reminder about an upcoming deadline for one of his current architecture jobs. He wasn't as far along with that project as he should be, but it was hard to set the Voltron sketches aside to focus on the work he was actually paid to do.

Although, he thought to himself (and his supportive husband was quick to remind him) if his upcoming pitch for a Voltron comic went well, maybe he could officially retire from architecture…

He could hear Lance's mouse slide across his desk a few times, as if Lance was working, but Keith could also feel Lance's eyes on him. Keith continued to skim through his remaining emails without returning the gaze, determined to empty his inbox, but also determined to see how long it would take Lance to move to more drastic measures to get his attention. Keith bit back a smile and did his best to make it look like his computer screen had all of his attention.

Lance wasn't the only one who liked to get his partner riled up in this relationship.

Keith got a quick warning in the form of a rustling noise before he was hit in the face with a wad of paper.

"Cheater," Keith breathed before raising his pseudo-glare to Lance's smiling face.

"I love you," Lance replied, words soft but grin cheeky as he was actively balling up another piece of paper to presumably chuck at Keith.

And this man was definitely Keith's kryptonite, because he dropped the glare, abandoned his work, and made his way around the desks to sit himself in Lance's lap. Lance's paper distraction method was dropped and forgotten as he wove his arms back around Keith and pulled him into a tight hug. Keith reciprocated with arms wrapped around Lance's shoulders. He ducked his face into Lance's neck just so he could breathe in the familiar scent of home.

"My Keith," Lance murmured. He lifted a hand up to Keith's hair so he could run his finger through it, and was rewarded with a content sigh from Keith.

"You know I want all of this, right?" Keith asked quietly.

"Yeah, baby."

"No, I mean it, Lance. I want the kids interrupting us. I want to trip over their toys later. I want all of our rituals plus a hundred more. I want to watch you stand in the chip aisle at the grocery store and debate over baked versus not baked chips — even though you're going to drench them in french onion dip — and eventually buy the not baked ones because they have ruffles and we both know dipping chips without ruffles is a real waste of time. And —"

Lance captured Keith's mouth with his own and dropped his hands to Keith's hips in order to pull him impossibly closer in his lap.

"He's not picking up his toys!" Luna yelled from the other room, startling their lips apart. "Sol, you're not helping, you're just jumping."

"I'm jump helping!"

"That's not a thing!"

"What was that about the kids interrupting us?" Lance asked with a grin.

"I want it all," Keith whispered diving back in for another kiss.

In the Voltron Reality….

The small Olkari child bounced next to where Keith sat, doing his best to wait patiently, although Lance could tell, even from where he sat across the room, that it was a struggle. Keith was currently hunched over the paper he was working on (and given the poor posture, Keith would very likely ask Lance for a back massage later and Lance would pretend to act like it was an inconvenience for all of two ticks, the act not fooling Keith because they both knew Lance would do anything Keith asked, especially if it involved Lance's hands on him). The fact that Keith was being super adorable right now with his hair pulled into a messy bun and his tongue poking out between his teeth as he drew only made Lance feel more impatient to get back to their room alone later.

Finally, Keith finished the sketch he'd been working on and handed the paper over to the waiting child. The grateful boy's eyes were huge as he scanned the paper — while still bouncing in excitement — before hugging Keith quickly and scurrying back to his parents.

As Keith stood to stretch, and Lance noticed that all the kids who had been crowding around Keith earlier were all satisfied, Lance quickly crossed the room to take a quick break with his husband. With the resolution of the war, Voltron's current missions typically involved helping communities rebuild. They were currently visiting Olkarion so Pidge could raid their new tech advancements in order to assist a planet a few solar systems over that was still 'in the stone age' (a phrase that had confused Allura and Coran, but was one that Keith had understood for once).

"He seemed pretty eager for his picture," Lance said as he came up behind Keith and automatically slid an arm around his waist — a touch that was so expected after three years of marriage that if Lance didn't do it, he was pretty sure Keith would likely stumble due to leaning his weight into nothing.

"His exuberance reminded me of a certain Blue Paladin that I'm extremely fond of," Keith said with a grin.

Lance sent him a half-hearted eye roll. "Are you remembering to sign your Voltron pictures for the kids this time?"

"No," Keith said with a laugh. "Nobody wants my signature on their Voltron sketch."

"Excuse? Those pictures are going to be framed on their walls."

"They're not even colored," Keith argued. "Just quick sketches for the kids —"

"Bip bip bip. Baby, I know you think you're just entertaining the kids here, but they really are going to treasure those pictures. They were drawn by the Paladin of the Red Lion of Voltron. Plus, they're incredible, especially considering you whip 'em up in just a couple doboshes."

"One of the Paladins of the Red Lion," Keith replied, elbowing Lance while managing to still pull him in close.

"The one who has badass art skills." Lance winked at him before leaning into kiss the smile on Keith's face. He'd meant for it to be a quick press of lips, but Keith responded fervently, lips pulling at Lance's lips so that he soon forgot where they were and tugged Keith even closer to him.

"Pediatric. Hospital. Waiting Room." Allura's voice reached them from across the foyer, reminding them both that while Pidge was off playing with technology, the rest of them had happily accepted a chance to entertain some of the children who were being cared for in the hospital today.

Lance reluctantly stopped kissing Keith, although the sight of pink cheeks and dazed purple eyes was going to carry him through the rest of his day until he got Keith alone later.

"I guess I'll leave you here to dazzle the kids with your art while I go back over there and attempt to make more animals out of balloons," Lance sighed.

"You're doing great, love," Keith said with a smirk. "You've almost got the snake down to a science."

"You've almost got the snake down to a science," Lance mimicked back in a higher pitch as he crossed the room to where his station was located.

He turned back to send his husband a pout, but was distracted when a small girl ran screaming into the waiting room. She wasn't Olkari, which wasn't a huge surprise, Olkarion had become a place of refuge for many displaced alien groups. The purple tint to her face and hair had Lance wondering if she was at least part Galran. She tried to simultaneously skid to a stop and turn to see if anyone was following behind her, but she managed to only tilt off balance and knock right into Keith.

"Whoa!" Keith scrambled, not only because the little girl almost fall over at the contact with his legs, but because she almost dropped the even smaller child she'd been carrying. Lance didn't think she was quite big enough to be carrying the little boy anyway, and he breathed a sigh of relief when Keith used a leg to keep the girl upright and caught the toddler in his own arms.

His husband had amazing reflexes. And a cute smile. Soft hair. A really cute ass. Lance liked to point these things out to their friends, especially that last fact, usually until Keith covered his mouth and dragged him away. But Keith was usually blushing so red by then that it was totally worth it.

Lance was getting distracted… He re-crossed the room to where Keith stood and crouched down to the little girl. She was no longer screaming, but had visible tear tracts running down her face.

"Hello, I'm Lance," he said. "What's your name?"

The little girl eyed him before glancing up to where the toddler was still being held securely in Keith's arms. Keith shifted the little boy to a more comfortable hold and gave his tiny back a few comforting pats and Lance swore that if he hadn't already married Keith, he'd be proposing this instant while he was down here.

"Where are your parents?" Lance asked, pulling her attention back to him. "Do you need help? We're with Voltron, we can help you."

The little girl shook her head, and Lance finally realized she kept glancing up at Keith because she was trying to figure out how to get the little boy back in her own arms, likely to continue making their escape away from their doctor appointment.

"There she is," a woman said as she came around a corner, breathless and with a hand to her chest as if she'd been running.

Given that she couldn't very well pull the boy from Keith, the little girl's only option seemed to be to hide behind his legs and glare up at the woman who had come to retrieve them. Lance stood back to his full height then, taking his place next to Keith and providing a bit more wall for the girl to hide behind.

"I'm afraid we haven't seen any wayward children, here, ma'am," he said in his best fake official voice. He glanced behind Keith's legs and when the little girl gave him a questioning look, he only winked at her. She bit back a smile (but he saw it anyway) and moved to use his legs as a shield as well.

"I can take him," the woman said, exasperation being her current obvious setting as she didn't react to Lance's tease, and instead just reached for the little boy Keith held.

But upon seeing her get closer, the little boy clutched tiny chubby fistfuls of Keith's shirt and ducked his face into Keith's chest. And the little girl, who Lance had to guess was really just a protective big sister, jumped out from behind their legs to shield the boy, throwing her arms out and shouting a loud 'No!' to who Lance had to guess was an overworked nurse.

"We can take them back there, to their parents? If that would help," Lance offered.

The woman sighed as she shook her head. "No parents. They just arrived with a small group of orphaned refugees and we're just trying to get their initial health check completed before they're taken over the Children's Center."

Lance watched Keith's hold on the little boy tighten ever so slightly as Keith looked down into the face of the toddler who thought he could hide in Keith's chest. The small purple face returned Keith's gaze with bright blue eyes. Keith met Lance's eyes over the little boy's head.

"I've been thinking," Keith started.

"Dangerous."

Keith huffed a breath but smiled softly when he saw Lance's hands drop on the little girl's shoulders and pull her out of her attack stance and closer to where he stood.

Lance kneeled in front of the little girl and asked her for her name again.

"Celeste," she finally responded after a few ticks of hesitation. "That's Flare." She pointed to the little boy.

Lance's eyes shot to Keith's, and he found Keith's brow slightly furrowed, like he wasn't quite sure what he was hearing. But there was hope in his eyes, and a longing for something that Lance hadn't been sure could be theirs in this life. Lance rubbed at a spot on his chest, sure that this moment was monumental. That he was going to remember this feeling of lightness and love and hope forever, especially when he had ached to give Keith a family and here was a chance to expand it to something greater than just himself.

Keith's eyes met his with a question.

Lance nodded quickly in response as he felt his eyes begin to burn. He turned back to Celeste and met her wide blue eyes to say, "No more worries, Celeste. We'll take care of you both."

A/N: Squeezes more moon and sun references into this chapter…

I hope that wasn't confusing. I went back and forth (thank you for listening as I went back and forth, Mytay) about how to order this chapter (so much copying and pasting as I tried out different orders) before deciding that I liked these back and forth jumps best.

I have a feeling that Domestic!Keith's comic will not only become his new full time job, but that it may even be picked up for a cartoon or something.

Genello commented back on chapter two that they pictured Lance and Keith chucking paper at each from their respective desks, and I whole-heartedly agree and knew it needed to be included. Thanks, Genello!

And that is it! Thank you so much for reading!