This is absolutely @SubLance_ ‘s fault lmao

If Lance had to pinpoint a reason why he ended up in this situation, he’d probably say because he was a little more tired than usual. He’s just come off a late night study session with Hunk and Pidge on top of taking one hell

of a lengthy midterm. Seriously, Professor Coran may be whimsical in his teaching style but he was thorough with his testing.

All this was to say, Lance was exhausted but he also couldn’t really head back to his dorm to sleep either. He had another midterm the next day and this

one was for one of his core classes to his major- Geology. And ohhh Lance could talk your ear off about how unfair that is because ‘why the fuck would I need to learn about Earth rocks when I’m trying to go touch space ones-‘

He lets out a long sigh. This entire thought stream

is one that plays on repeat in his head every hour.

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴...

The soft jingle of a bell signals his arrival in the university’s main library. Lance makes a beeline for the coffee/tea shop inside. Cannot wait to get his hands on a hibiscus tea with some chia

seeds inside. That’ll hit the spot- and whoaaa...wait a minute.

Comical like a cartoon, Lance freezes in place somewhere halfway between the front doors and the line for his daily pick me up. There’s...wow what is that smell..? He scents the air again. God it’s amazing.

Something borderline familiar. A rich soothing scent like toasted almonds, but there’s a hint of sweetness there too that draws Lance in even more. Faintly...cherries?

Before Lance knows it his feet are moving. Carrying him away from his usual goal of hibiscus and chia seeds

and towards who knows where. Deeper into the library. God this is so..strange.

The smell is intoxicating. Lance has enough awareness to recognize it as someone’s personal scent but for some reason the omega in him is rising to the occasion. Yearning even to get closer to the

source. He wanders, pretty blue eyes closed as nothing but smell and instinct guide him. The tired boy ends up towards the far back more secluded study section of the library.

His steps are soft and the dark cherry/almond fragrance grows stronger. There’s a pleased almost chirp

like sound that bubbles up out of him. If Lance had the presence of mind to worry about it he’d well...be worrying. But that’s above him right now..

The lone individual in this quiet corner of the library, though, looks up from his papers with curiosity and slight intrigue. Was

that...and omega’s croon? There was little time to form an answer to this thought, however, because in the next instance his lap is full of a very pretty very close for comfort omega.

Well shit...

Lance is in heaven. He’s being surrounded by such an alluring scent. It makes

him feel relaxed while at the same time sending a pleasant tingle through his body.

‘𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢...’ his mind helpfully supplies. Body on automatic as he drops his messenger bag off to the side and climbs into the lap of a stranger. Legs slotting on either side of the guy’s hips.

And because apparently Lance has no manners, he finds himself pressed right up to the source of the scent; nuzzling at the neck and jaw of an unknown alpha in the deeper recesses of his school’s library on an otherwise uneventful Tuesday afternoon.

His mamá would have a fucking stroke if she could see him right now.

But that’s a Future Lance problem. Present Lance is right where, in his personal opinion, he belongs. Inner omega absolutely preening. Feeling safe and very warm and-

There’s an awkward clearing of a throat

and just like dumping ice water on an unsuspecting child; the proverbial spell is broken. Suddenly everything is way too quiet and Lance can feel the prickles of embarrassment creeping in. What the fuck is his problem? Is he seriously in some stranger’s lap cozying up to them

like he’s their mate?? Ohhh Romelle will NEVER let him hear the end of this when she inevitably works it out of him later.

Deciding to take his demise like a champ, Lance attempts to sit up straighter. A hella awkward apology already forming at his lips...until he comes nose

to nose with the (and he’d swear on his abuela’s garlic knots) most handsome man he’s ever laid eyes on. The apology he had waiting dies before it can even begin. Deep violet, almost indigo, meet wide ocean blue.

“H...hey..” is all that Lance can force out of himself. A very

miraculous feat if he says so himself. And he does. Those dark eyes crinkle just a bit. Amusement.

“Hello, yourself...” and my God if that smooth low tone didn’t do all kinds of things to Lance’s very soul. As if he wasn’t already ten levels ascending. He’s stuck. Doesnt know

what to say. For once! Lance McClain is speechless and unfortunately (or fortunately) no one is there to document the occasion. Luckily for him, the very handsome stranger seems to notice his mounting distress and throws him a line. “Are you alright...? You look..exhausted.”

And wow okay ow, bruise to the ego a bit there. Lance absolutely is exhausted but it’s a whole other animal if other people can tell too. Other...oddly attractive..alpha people. Seriously was this guy a model? He should be.

Lance awkwardly shifts on the guys lap, reluctantly

making an attempt to get off.

“I-I’m so sorry, dude,” he starts hastily; cheeks sporting a brilliant blush reaching all the way to the tips of his ears. “I don’t know what came over me. I swear I don’t have some weird habit of climbing into random peoples’ laps and-...” he cuts

himself off because what is he supposed to say? Sniffing them? Scenting? Acting like a whole ass thirsty omega with no concept of personal boundaries? He’s mortified. Covers his face and groans into his hands. The faint trace of his scent that his scent blockers can never seem to

fully hide, surely tinged with embarrassment and shame. The guy must notice because suddenly there’s a light touch at his wrist and a soft

“Hey...” And despite Lance’s better judgement, he peeks through his fingers. The stranger is standing now and ohhh Lance can feel his heart

surge. Pumping blood like Lance is an Olympic runner who suddenly decided they wanna go for the gold.

Standing proper, the pretty babe is able to take a moment and fully asses the walking wet dream appearing before him. Tall, clearly built Ford tough, scar on his cheek that

stands out against his unfairly smooth pale skin. Hair an unruly mullet mess but he makes it work holy HELL does he make it work. Black shirt fitting juuust snug enough to emphasize the muscles when he moves. Dark jeans and combat boots.

Lance may just simp-

“Hey uh...are you

sure you’re alright? I’m sorry I...” there’s a low chuckle and Lance may just astral project- “I’ve never really been in this kind of situation before..? I just want to make sure you’re okay...”

Goddamnit how is Lance supposed to respond to that? He is absolutely way too tired

for this.

“I’m...I’m okay..” he sighs and let’s his hands drop in defeat. This is humiliating. “I don’t know what came over me, honestly. L-Look how about we forget the whole thing and I go walk in front of a bus,” and Lance moves to hastily grab his bag and book it out of the

library and straight in front of the uptown express line but there are suddenly two large and warm hands in his and oh the Cuban babe is feeling a little weak in the knees.

“Wait..! You don’t have to...go,” this handsome stranger at least looks a bit embarrassed as well and

something about that puts a slight ease to Lance’s panic. The guy seems to gather his thoughts for a second before trying again. “I know this may sound kind of weird but I didn’t...mind..? Okay yeah that sounds creepy. I don’t...have the words for it but...you don’t have to leave

on my account. In fact you could stay...if you want,” Lance feels like he’s dreaming. This dude will let him occupy his lap rent free? Deadass...? “Were you...looking for a safe place to nap?” That got his attention. I mean...no but Lance wasn’t going to tell him that.

“I...

guess you could say that..” he ventures. “I’ve never been in a situation like this either so..” he gives a sheepish grin. One he sees mirrored on the handsome stranger’s face. He relaxes more.

“Well...if you want you could stay and nap. I don’t mind I’m just researching for my

thesis. It’ll be pretty quiet.”

And because Lance is tired and weary and has zero impulse control, he waits exactly five seconds to pretend to give it a thought before agreeing. The grin he gets from this gorgeous man with a mullet almost sends him into cardiac arrest.

“Great

uh so...I guess...” the man trails off and slowly pulls Lance back to the chair he was stationed in. He sits and looks up at the pretty blue eyed omega with an open expression and gentle gaze. God Lance cannot believe he’s hook line and sinker.

“You’re not going to stab me in

my sleep or something are you?” He partially jokes to ease his nerves but when he’s graced with an amused quiet chuckle, all he feels...is safe. Warm. That comforting scent never once leaving his senses.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” and Lance could not for the life of him tell you

why he immediately knows this guy is telling the truth but whatever. Similar to before, he’s sliding into this man’s lap. Cheeks rosy but the moment he’s surrounded by warmth and the smell of toasted almonds and dark cherries; Lance is a goner. That soft chirp type sound rises up

from him once again and he lets out a sigh. God he can already feel his eyelids growing heavy. Was this guy the personification of intoxication? Maybe.

He feels his stranger stiffen momentarily at the sound because it’s rare to hear it. An omega has to be stupid levels of happy

to make it. Damn...this mysterious omega is really so taken with him? Good thing Lance is already half way to dream land so he can’t see the blush on those pale cheeks.

“...Thank you,” Lance mumbles softly. He’s drifting off. Lulled by the warmth and feeling of safety. Mullet

Man strokes his hair as a low rumble is pulled from him.

“Anytime...” he mumbles quietly and watches the long leggy boy fall asleep. Lap full with a pretty babe and ten levels above content; he continues his thesis research.



Keith has been subjected to many odd

circumstances. But probably few more so than when a gorgeous omega appeared in the quiet corners of the library, made a bee line for him and snuggled up in his lap like it was the most casual thing in the world. Keith doesn’t know how he managed to keep it together but thank fuck

he did because now...now it’s a regular thing.

The beautiful omega, Lance as he learned, now had an arrangement per say. Very simple really. No matter where Keith was, Lance somehow followed his nose and found him at some point in the day. The pretty boy would then settle into

Keith’s lap and drift off to dream land. As time went on, the alpha found that these encounters had become the highlight of his day. Sometimes he would even catch in a nap too.

To be completely honest with you, Keith thought he’d been hallucinating when they first met. He’d been

down in the more secluded section of the library (affectionately nicknamed “The Catacombs” by the student population) for at least 3 hours with the hopes of no distractions so he could get this research done and go home.

So call him crazy when he hears someone enter, looks up

from his papers to spare a cursory glance and finds his jaw on the floor because hot diggity 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯-

In strolls this absolutely 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦 piece of work. Keith doesn’t usually take the time to gawk at people but he couldn’t help himself. Holy shit. Legs miles long and skin

this gorgeous bronze color even in the dingy light of the study area. The guy is wearing a crop top and some sweats and Keith’s inner alpha rears it’s head with filthy thoughts of licking the exposed skin of that waist. GodDAMN-

He shakes his head and tries to calm himself down

because don’t be weird Kogane Jesus H. Christ. He’s about to turn back to his work and attempt to get his life together but he notices this beautiful boy getting closer. Close enough that Keith thinks he may ask for help with something.

But apparently there is a god up there who

favors Keith above all others because suddenly this stunning specimen in climbing into his lap. Looks like he’s in a trance almost. Eyes closed, content expression and nuzzles up to Keith’s scent glands like its more precious that water.

His brain may or may not have short

circuited but that’s neither here nor there.

Keith is definitely certain he has no idea how he handled the situation as well as he did but he thanks whoever’s listening because he now gets to see this sweet omega, to see 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, every day almost like clockwork. He’s walking

on sunshine honest to God.

His friends get a kick out of it, too. In fact, most of them meet Lance purely by chance that he finds Keith on campus at some point in the day and takes up residence in the alpha’s lap.

One particular instance found Keith in the university’s dining

hall talking with his sort-of friend James. Discussing a project for class when in walks Lance. Now James doesn’t really give the boy a second thought, glancing over and giving him a once over in appreciation because he has taste and Lance is fine as fuck. He ultimately goes back

to his conversation with mullet boy wonder.

Keith, however, knows. See Lance isn’t the only one with a thing for scents now. Or rather, Keith has become so familiar with Lance’s that he can pinpoint it anywhere. Maybe not as strongly gifted as the pretty babe’s nose but there’s

no mistaking that pleasing aroma of sea salt and shea butter when Lance is close by. Like a switch being flicked, Keith’s posture relaxes. Calm. Damn if he’s like this on a regular, he wonders what he’d be like if he ever caught Lance with his scent blockers off. His inner alpha

damn near howls at the thought and Keith squashes it down because for fucks sake stop acting like a horny heathen.

Anyway the real kicker in this situation is the look on James’ face when this supposed outright beautiful stranger strolls over, sets down his bag, and climbs into

Keith’s lap with a pleased sigh and a muzzle to his neck. And Keith doesn’t even bat an eye. What the fuc-

“What the fuck...?” He whispers in total confusion. And Keith, the bastard, hums lightly in question. As if a whole ass person didn’t just suddenly decide that Keith

Muthafuckin Kogane’s lap is free real estate. James gestures wildly to the two of them because this is absurd. “And just who is 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?” James damn near pops a blood vessel when Keith simply looks confused before shrugging. Hand stroking lazy circles along this stranger’s spine

resulting is a pretty and relaxed sigh coming from the tan boy. And did he...did this boy just 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘯?! What the-

“He’s Lance,” Keith supplies unhelpfully, unable to stop his own pleased rumble in response to the omega’s (Lance’s apparently) lovely sound. James almost

throws a fit but stops short when the beautiful boy in question lifts his head for a moment, gives a sleepy smile and a shy wave before tucking himself against Keith fully again and losing consciousness for good this time.

James finds himself once again wondering how the hell

Keith possesses the devil’s luck because that is just absolutely unfair.

Keith, himself, feels pretty lucky indeed.

//

@SubLance_ God I hope this turned out okay. I was thinking of writing more later about like idk Klance relationship development or whatever so let me know if you’d like that lol

This was based on Choky’s idea y’all please love they-

#Klancetober

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