Klance Oneshots

Romeo and Juliet

If you're curious, this comes from act 2 scene 2.

Lance POV:

It's been a couple of months since I bought Romeo and Juliet. I've spent every moment I could memorizing lines. After all, we're in space fighting the Galra, what else would I do.

I didn't memorize Romeo and Juliet for nothing though. I'm totally gonna recite them to Keith.

I peaked around the corner to see Keith sitting on the couch reading quite peacefully. Everyone else was doing their usual routine: Pidge on her laptop, Hunk talking to Coran about altean recipes, Allura and Shiro forming a plan about a new attack on the Galra, the usual.

I walked in dramatically and dropped to one knee grabbing hold of Keith's hand. "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east and Keith is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou his maid art far more fair than he.
Be not his maid, since he is envious;
His vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my man, O, it is my love!
O that he knew he were!
He speaks, yet she says nothing; what of that?
His eye discourses, I will answer it.
I am too bold: 'tis not to me he speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat his eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if his eyes were there, they in his head?
The brightness of his cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp. His eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how he leans his cheek upon his hand
O that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!" As I said the last part I laid on the couch resting my head on his lap with my hand to my forehead feinting dramatically.

Keith was blushing slightly, "Aye me?" He said smiling with a raised eyebrow. I stared up at him in disbelief.

"He speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air." Grinned from ear to ear as I sat up and stared at him dead in the eyes.

"O Lance, Lance! wherefore art thou Lance?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Kogane." Keith's said getting closer.

I leaned in, "Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" Our lips were only inches apart.

"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
Thou art thyself, though not a McClain.
What's McClain? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Lance would, were he not Lance call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Lance, doff thy name,
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself." His voice was low, almost a whisper.

"I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptis'd;
Henceforth I never will be Lance." As the last word rolled off my tongue our lips crashed into each other.

When we separated we stared wide eyed at each other. "When did you memorize Shakespeare?" I asked laughing slightly.

"I lived by myself in a cabin in the desert, what else would I do." He smiled.

"If I would've known that Keith Kogane would be charmed through Shakespeare I'd have done that a looong time ago."

"Cough COUGH!" Pidge yelled. She was staring at us and as we looked at everyone in the room, so were they. I cleared my throat as we separated in embarrassment. "Called it! Shiro, pay up!"

Shiro sighed and flipped a coin to her.