(Requested)

LANCE HAS FRECKLES AND THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL AND CURLY HAIR FRECKLED LANCE IS A BABE

And also for this oneshot

Zarkon isn't a fucking dick all the time and attacks every five fucking seconds

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I woke up to some mumbling coming from the bathroom. I sighed and walked up, knocking on the door.

"Babe? Is everything alright in there?" I asked, rapping on the door with my knuckles. When I heard no response, I slowly opened the door and found my boyfriend, top off, applying... foundation?

He said nothing as I went closer to him.

"Lance?" I said, frowning, "Why do you have foundation in your hand?"

"It's nothing!" he replied quickly.

"I don't think it's nothing." I touched his face and some of the makeup came off. He dashed out of my grasp and scowled.

"Don't touch my face."

"Lance... What the hell is going on? I'm your girlfriend!" I cried out, upset. "Can I know what's happening with the one person I love the most?"

"No, you can't," he sniffed. My mouth hung open.

"Lance fucking McClain!" I shouted, sadness coating my tone. "Please!" He faltered, seeing my scrunched up face. Tears started to build up in his eyes and washed out some of the makeup he had on. I gasped, seeing freckles.

"Now you probably don't want to be with me anymore," he said, still crying, "I get it-" I shut him up with a kiss, hands cupping his tear-streaked face.

"Why would you ever think I'd stop loving you?" I whispered, body heaving with ragged sobs. I wiped my thumb across his cheeks, revealing the beautiful freckles that swept across his face.

"Why would you hide these beautiful things?" I looked deep into his chocolate brown eyes and sighed.

"You think the funniest things, Lance. Now you're going to say I'm a bad girlfriend," I joked, peppering kisses on his nose and eyes.

(Timeskip)

I wiped the last of the makeup off his shoulders, chest, and face as I looked at the plethora of freckles dotting his skin.

"Lance, there's no need to hide it, they're beautiful," I spoke softly, looking into his eyes and kissing his nose. Lance smiled at me for the first time and gently pressed his chapped lips against mine.

"I know. Whenever I'm around you I feel safer." I giggled and kissed his nose.

"You should be. I'm a person you can trust, okay Lance?" He nodded gently and looked me in the eyes.

"Yeah." I smiled and clasped his hand in mine, pulling him down onto the bed.

"Are you still a little insecure?" I whispered, caressing his cheek. Lance shyly nodded and wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling his face into my chest. I blushed but gently wrapped my arms around his head, whispering sweet nothings into his ears.

"Lance, don't forget, I'll always be there for you, no matter what, okay? I'll never stop loving you, and I'll never stop being there for you," I reassured, kissing his head. He nodded and squeezed me tighter.

We spent the rest of the afternoon cuddling and sleeping, sharing warmth.