#‘keith. flirt with lance. please.’

[shatterinseconds]

“Oh my fucking god,” Lance says as he runs a hand through his curls, tugging all the way down to the roots until the pressure stings. “You are single handedly the most frustrating person in this entire universe.”

Keith glares. “Try looking in the mirror.”

Lance grabs onto Keith’s jacket, dragging him forward until they’re inches apart. “I’m trying to ask you out on a date, jackass!”

Keith’s mouth pops open, silent shock weighing down the air around them. Lance quickly releases him and he stumbles back, still off balance from Lance’s confession. Lance didn’t even mean for it to slip out like that. He was trying to be a gentleman and ask Keith out subtly and politely, but things haven’t necessarily gone to plan. Between surprise Galra attacks and Keith’s thick skull, it’s been a difficult mission. Lance wipes his sweaty palms on his pants; his nerves spark the longer Keith remains silent.

He should probably apologize.

Disbelief shines in Keith’s gaze as he crosses his arms. Setting his mouth to a firm line, he snorts. “Since when have you ever been interested in men?”

Lance scrunches his nose. “I’ve been bisexual this whole goddamn time.” This man and his obtuseness; it will certainly be the death of him one day if not today. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

Keith purses his lips before staring at the ground for a moment as he mutters through pink cheeks, “Sorry.” He at least has the decency to apologize for his assumptions so Lance sighs as he slides his hands into his pockets.

“No, I should apologize too. It’s just really frustrating trying to ask you out, Mullet. I don’t know how many times this is now.”

“Really?” Keith starts to laugh a little before he clears his throat and traps it behind his lips. “I thought you were just testing out all your bad flirting attempts to get them out of the way.” Affronted, Lance opens his mouth, ready to defend himself, but Keith shakes his head. His next words stop anything Lance was going to say anyways. “Try again. One more time.”

Cautious, Lance steps towards him, and when Keith remains in place, he gathers the courage to close the gap. He rests his hand on Keith’s cheek, sliding it into his hair to weave through the unbelievably soft strands for someone who uses thirteen-in-one shampoo. Yes, this is the man he has chosen to have a crush on and there’s nothing he can do about it.

“Keith, Mullet, pain in my ass, apple of my eye, will you please go on a date with me?”

“Was being that direct so difficult?”

“With you, everything is difficult,” Lance mutters but doesn’t miss the softness of his own tone nor the way Keith slips an arm around his waist.

“A date sounds nice. But next time don’t take so long to ask.” Keith’s smirk grows across his face and Lance can’t even be mad as he chuckles into a kiss that eventually leaves them both breathless.

[i-am-married-to-keith-kogane]

Keith dating hcs please!! and im so glad that their is people still doing voltron! i love that show so so much and I feel like the fandom is dying so quickly😭

hiii!!

ofc i can do keith dating headcanons lovely! im so glad you like voltron too, its taken over my life once again and its sad coming back to the fandom with just a little of us left but i want to continue posting/writing about voltron to keep it alive on tumblr with some other talented creators!!

✦KEITH KOGANE DATING HCS✦

✦before confessing his feelings to you, he had to ask lance for some help

✦it took a lot of contemplating and hyping up but he finally got there!

✦keith would struggle a little at the beginning of the relationship since he's worried you'll leave him for someone better. he would spend nights just staring at his ceiling and thinking how much better off you would be with someone else.

✦though overtime those thoughts would fade away but not completely.

✦he would try to flirt with you, but he'd become very flustered and awkward but you thought it was very adorable by the effort he'd put into it!

✦he is very against PDA (aka public display of affection)!!

✦if you break it, expect a very grumpy, pouty and flustered keith.

✦keith is VERY clingy in your relationship, he’ll just want to constantly be near you especially in social situations.

✦keith gets jealous, he just does. he's scared people are gonna steal you from him.

✦once while on a mission with him, this alien took it upon themself to start flirting with you (because who wouldn't😍), keith caught up on this and let me tell you, he was mad.

✦he completely broke the 'no PDA' rule. he wrapped you around in his arm and said "excuse me, but she's taken" with a deadpanned face. man was not having it.

✦i feel like his galra side would make him very territorial, which includes things that belong to him and his personal space.

✦your his and he's yours.

✦surprisingly the only thing that he let pass from his 'no PDA' rule is hand holding, ONLY if he knows that no one else notices (especially Lance or Pidge, they just love to tease him).

✦but they know, they're just snickering quietly to themselves, but shiro keeps them quiet for keith's sake(space dad!!)

✦okay if you guys sleep together, keith demands morning kisses. its the first thing he needs wants. when he wakes up don't be surprised to be showered in kisses!

✦this man does NOT care about morning breath, he just loves you so much!!

✦though, if you sleep in your own beds let say, he'll just brush his teeth (as will you🫵)

✦i feel like keith's hugs will be super comforting and long, especially if he's feeling a little sleepy (and he may just hug you around the other paladins if he is really tired)

✦(yk sometime you just got to break the rule, he just can't resist hugging you. it just makes him feel so warm and comforted.)

✦we all know that keith loves you to bits but he does get embarrassed about what the others will think when they see him so lovey dovey and intimate.

✦he needs to keep the tough guy act okay, its a full-time job (its really not)

✦but just keep reminding him to be himself ☻!!

OKAY WE'VE MADE IT TO CUDDLING!!!!

✦(im sorry i just love cuddles💗 ahhhh)

✦this man would sell his soul for a cuddle from you. IN PRIVATE sadly.

✦he loves little snuggles before drifting off to sleep after an exhausting day.

✦he loves when you pepper kisses all over his face, neck, collarbone and shoulders

✦he also loves when you play or run your fingers through his hair, he finds it so soothing.

✦also don't deny any of his affection! IT WILL SEND THIS DUDE INTO SEVERE POUTY-NESS.

✦he just loves you so so so much!! so it will break his heart (not literally).

✦your the definition of the sun to his moon.♥︎

(i dont think i used that correctly ☹︎ but trust the thought process)

✦you always have to remind him that if he dies, you die too. in hope to make him less reckless on missions (he's still reckless).

✦also before he leaves for a mission he always gives you a sweet little kiss at the forehead/temple and definitely expect a kiss when he gets back!!

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

✦in the end he loves you dearly and would do anything for you ☻♥︎

★。＼｜／。★

-love,

. marra✧˖*°࿐

★。／｜＼。★

[iloveboysinred]

I saw your headcanons for Keith and I thought it was really interesting! I was just wondering if you’re ok with doing one for Lance? If not that’s fine 👍🏼

Hi anon, i absolutely can!! Thank you for your ask 💕 i’m assuming you want them to be nsfw, so please forgive me or send another ask if otherwise! :)

Cw; sexually explicit content, 18+, mdni! Nsfw under the gif

Masterlist

- You and Lance have always been touchy with each other, even before you started dating. He’s always flirted with you and made suggestive comments, but you’ve always just brushed it off as Lance being Lance.

- like i said in Keith’s hcs, it took a while for you and Lance to adjust to the whole “launched into a space war out of nowhere on a giant blue robot lion” thing. But it didnt take him much time to get over the initial shock and then being all over you.

- in fact, the stress of it all made him much needier. Frequent visits to your room or yours to his to “de-stress” if thats what you wanna call it 😏

- It doesn’t take much to turn Lance on. When you bend over in that tight space suit, the skin-tight fabric hugging the curve of your ass just right, or when you walk around the castle with your hair messed up, wearing his shirt and a flimsy pair of sleep shorts after waking up from a nap. It drives him crazy, and suddenly he cant keep his hands to himself.

-He makes it quick, bringing you to his room and pressing you against the wall with his body, his tongue down your throat, his hands hungrily wander up and down your body, and his hips desperately rock against you. You can feel his hard on against your leg, reaching down to palm him, and he just about cums in his underwear from the contact.

- When you give Lance head, he can’t keep still. He’s super sensitive so his hips are always jerking around with every movement that you make. He’s whining and gasping your name, running his fingers through your hair to ground himself.

- If you let him fuck your throat, his hips stutter with every thrust, and his breaths are labored. Trying with all his might to stop himself from spilling deep into your throat.

- he always wants to return the favor, praising you and sputtering nonsense while he eats you out. He’ll be reaching down to palm himself while you come undone above him, wanting to sooth the ache in his length.

- There’s basically hearts in his eyes when you cum in his mouth. He moans as he cleans you up, his tip drooling with pre-cum, making a mess in his hands.

- When he fucks you he’s fast and breathless. Chanting your name like a prayer as he fucks into you. He’s very and i mean verrrry vocal during sex, not scared to tell you exactly how good you’re making him feel.

- “ohh fuck y/n, you’re so tight, oh shit”, “make me cum baby, please!” “Throw that ass back baby, Asi” “you make me feel so fucking good baby, i love you”

- as a spanish speaker, i can definitely tell you he’ll be muttering curses mindlessly, his brain is so fuzzy he doesn’t even process what he’s saying.

- when he cums he’s holding your hips flush to his, making sure you take every drop he has to offer.

- You and Lance love teasing each other, making it a challenge to get the other one as worked up as possible.

- you’ll sit on his lap, or brush your hand over his crotch. He’ll sneak a handful of your ass, or whisper filthy “compliments” in your ear, then go back to acting like normal. You match each other’s energy in every way.

- sex with Lance is always fun and adventurous. When you’re not desperately needy for each other you take your time. Giggling between kisses, cracking corny jokes.

- he’s always willing to try something new with you as long as its nothing painful or disgusting.

- new positions? He’s in. Trying different kinks? You don’t even have to ask. Even bringing toys into the bedroom occasionally just to add a little excitement.

- Lance takes you anywhere, in the kitchen, in the showers, sometimes you even get down in the blue lion’s cockpit. You guys just can’t get enough of each other.

- On days where you’re especially homesick, you’ll have soft, cuddly sex with Lance. He’ll caress your skin with featherlight kisses, hugging you close to his body as he gives you slow, deep strokes from the side.

-you’ll try to squeeze in morning sex here and there, especially if its been busy and you barley have time to relax. You’ll be clumsy and fumbling around, giggling at Lance’s half sleep attempt to enter you.

- He 100% loves when you wake him up to some head (agreeing to it beforehand)

- overall you and lance keep the whole castle awake with your shenanigans. Especially poor hunk, who’s room is right next to yours.

Hope you enjoy anon 💕thanks again for your ask. :> Notes and reblogs are appreciated, comments, asks and submissions are welcomed!

[theghoulgirl]

Keith Kogane/Reader Headcannons- Section I

For these headcanons, this is specifically for Keith after the war. Therefore, I am going to make this an 18+ post because it would be super fucking weird if someone under that age read this. This is also the first part to an (currently) endless headcannons that I have.

Otherwise, enjoy! And please feel free to comment about any challenges against them or to apply your own for others to read! 

In a friendship…

Would befriend someone who is either affiliated to the group or would be in ‘forced’ proximity with, such as work

He would connect well with someone who is a little bit of a goober, like Hunk or Lance.

Keith would also most definitely befriend a stoner and connect to them through trauma bonding

Home dude lost a lot throughout his life, he would absolutely use drugs and alcohol recreationally. 

He also connects really well with individuals who are intelligent in ways that contrast his own. 

Keith does not befriend someone based on physicality, but whether it’s on how much of an asshole you are. The less judgemental you are, the closer he will want to befriend you 

It takes a looong time to break down his walls. Before you are able to, he’s generally awkward and aloof. But once you either prove or he can see you are trustworthy, he’ll start to occasionally drop a hot piece of trauma to see your reaction to it. If you react well and don’t judge him, he’ll open up more. But if you become uncomfortable with it, he will probably keep you an arms distance away. 

Once you two are closer, most likely through quality time together (ex. Studying while he trains), he would get more and more playful with you. 

Specifically also slowly reveal more and more of his silly side. 

Poking you when he wants your attention and then pretending he didn’t poke you. Blames it on the air. 

Keith would absolutely spar with you in the kitchen using utensils 

He would occasionally crack a joke here and there as well

I also fully believe that Keith has ADHD, and if you have ADHD too, then it would just ricochet between the two of you. This would drive everyone absolutely insane. 

One moment Keith could be discussing battle plans and then you walk into the room and make a random noise, and he would repeat it back thus losing all sense of authority and seriousness. 

Eventually, as you two grow closer, Keith might also develop some feelings…

In a relationship…

He would not be the first person to confess. 

Unless someone were to give him confirmation, then he’d contemplate it. Otherwise, the other party would have to approach him 

Once y’all talk it out and are officially an item, he is going to be a little awkward and aloof again.

This man did not engage in courting behavior when he was in highschool. Sure, I’ll entertain the idea that some of his peers were infatuated with him, but he never actually pursued those relationships since he was focused on his own life problems and emotions. 

Therefore, he does not know how to flirt or how to date someone. 

But that does not mean he is not willing to try, especially for you. 

But in other news, Keith has matured with time and is an amazing communicator. 

He will let you know when he is uncomfortable with something, such as PDA. 

Speaking of PDA, he would prefer to keep most physical touches in private. 

Especially kissing.

But he does not mind holding your hand or resting his on your back

He would also let you know when he is getting nervous over not messing up the relationship. But all he needs is a little assurance that he is doing amazing and all he needs to do is be himself. 

Once he relaxes more into the relationship and gets more comfortable, he would be unabashedly affectionate towards you. In private though. Outside of seclusion ? He would mostly stick to teasing you or light touches. 

Section II coming soon!

Please also feel free to comment on more head cannons that you have! Or to give a contradicting thought!

[silentwillowwhisperer]

Crush

Almost everyone in the fandom seems to agree that Lance made up the rivalry because of his repressed emotions towards Keith. Because he's a disaster and Keith's a disaster and their emotions are a disaster.

I feel like Keith would have some kind of sorting system in his head where he categorizes people by their importance and threat level. Shiro, for example, would be given an importance of 5/10 (that's really high) and a threat level of 3.5. (that's pretty low, Shiro may look scary, but Keith learns really fast that he's just a pile of emotional mush trapped in a disproportionally body.)

All of the students at the Garrison are automatically categorized as -3/10 in both importance and threat level, except Griffin who gets a -300/10 for importance and 8/10 for threat level. (he's evil and is absolutely asking to be punched anytime he opens his mouth, except adults will favor anyone over Keith so Griffin can get away with crap while Keith has to deal with his temper, hence the high threat level.)

So, Lance would automatically be place really low, and once you're placed low, it takes a whole lot to get Keith to notice you. He doesn't do it on purpose, even the categories are automatic and he barely thinks about it, also he's face blind and really honestly hates the Garrison and has only stayed this long because Adam is nice and a good cook (and Shiro is kinda ok too).

At most, maybe Keith would go, 'hey that dude's kinda cute,' at some point while people watching, but he thinks that fairly often and would forget the face in seconds. (He's not picky, okay?)

Like, compared to Keith, Lance's obliviousness is NOTHING. All it would take for him to realize the dumb crush is for Hunk to go, 'Lance, bud, I love you, but please for the love of garlic knots, stop your aggressive flirting with Keith.' And Lance would get all red and sputter out, 'What??? No! Keith? Ew? What no! He's so hot-headed and stubborn and can't talk to people to save his life, and sure objectively his eyes are kinda pretty and he seems to have some messed up-half dead sense of humor in in him and, oh. oh. OH.' And that would be that. (Pidge would pop her head into the room and pass a $10 bill to Hunk. (Where did the money come from? What are they gonna use it for in space?? No one knows.))

Keith would be some sort of repressed demiromantic or maybe he just doesn't give enough of a crap about people or maybe he gives too much of a crap and all of his feelings are too muddled up for him to identify the crush. Whatever it is, he does not get it till Shiro grips him by the shoulders and yells it in his face.

And then Keith can't look at Lance without his whole face turning red.

He's a mess.

They're both huge stupid messes.

And the team is sick of them.

(Keith moves Lance's threat level up to 38/10)

[iifoundjoy]

Paladin of Voltron AU - which lions do you think the gang would wield? so far ive got... ashlyn as the black paladin - the black lion typically looks for a natural leader, someone who won't hesitate to make hard decisions and brings people together, someone who will stand their ground. ash fits these traits in a lot of ways, shown in how she took charge to keep them safe in the phantom dimension from the very start and continues to give her all in protecting everybody and getting them out.

tyler as the red paladin - the red lion tends to choose those that push their limits, stubborn and prideful, sometimes even aggressive. her paladins are usually the most likely to act on their own and react on impulse, the right hand of the black lion.

tyler is shown to be stubborn and hot-headed most of the time, and while he doesn't tend to stray from the plan- he does voice his opinions very loudly when he thinks there are any flaws in ashlyns plans. and as a duo, i think tyler would make a pretty great right hand to rely on for ashlyn once they've gotten to know each other and warm up.

aiden as the blue paladin - was sort of tough to place, he was fighting real hard for the red lion but ultimately i put him with blue. if we go into a soft dive for blue, you can tell she likes paladins that are open, willing to follow along and adapt, and humorous. while aiden isnt the first to start a group therapy circle, he isn't outright against it either, he just is never quite given the chance to really open up about his own past. but he does follow right along after ash, ready to move whenever a situation changes out of their favor and is no stranger to trying to keep the mood light.

logan as the green paladin - i think green looks for a curious mind of sorts, someone who looks at a puzzle with sheer determination instead of blinking and turning right around. logan is smart, that much is obvious, but he is also the one who figured out most of what they know of the phantom dimension. he was scared yes, but he still figured out so much despite his fear, he felt more than to leave it well enough alone.

and ben as the yellow paladin - yellow is the hufflepuff of the lions i think, it isn't too picky about who pilots it, but they do look for someone reliable in almost any situation. someone stable, almost predictable in a way? the foundation of a group. ben shows this in many ways, one particular moment that comes to mind is at the arcade when things started getting sticky with logan. he was the very first to get up and start throwing hands because that's his friend and he won't watch him go through the same thing he did.

and finally, taylor as allura - this girl was fighting teeth and nail for blue lion but i caved in because aiden and tyler as the dynamic blue/red duo could NOT be missed. i do have this little idea that the twins would be half altaen bastards who were seperated at birth. i think this could also pose conflict when they try to make alliances with other planets because she isn't true royalty. + for a bit of angst throw in their dad saving her when the planet was destroyed. EDIT: another idea for the twins, they were seperated when the planet was destroyed, and when they were about to be put into a cyropod and everything, maybe tylers launched on accident and landed on earth? he wakes up with zero memories of who he was but enrolls into the space garrison because he for some reason knows so much about space and the need to go up there because something is missing but he doesn't know what.

honorable mentions! ashlyn as the red paladin (i thought it could be a sort of keith and shiro situation where she doesn't want it but she ends up with black anyway, i just don't know who would be in shiro's stead, mike?) aiden as the red paladin taylor as the blue paladin and aiden as allura (think about the potential ash and aiden could have here, PLEASE! just switch the flirting dynamic lance always coming on allura but with aiden jokingly flirting with ashlyn all the time) i ultimately chose these pairings because everyone ends up where i want them to be..sort of, except for ashlyn. aiden would eventually become the red paladin, taylor as blue, and i was trying to work out ashlyn going from red to black, but again, i don't know who she would be replacing. to make this work i was thinking maybe the twins were both woken up from their slumber by the team, both fully altaen.

[alohaasaloevera]

KL post-canon sorta fwb/situationship AU where they rile each other up!!!!!!1!1!!1!

—

Lance is so fucking annoying. Keith has decided that his mindset from when he was 18 (and sexually confused—actually, maybe just repressed?) is now superior.

Keith hates how Lance flirts with anything that even remotely looks like a woman. He hates how he jokes around too much. He hates how extensive his skin routine is. He hates how he can’t decide whether he wants to punch Lance or kiss him senseless every single time he wiggles his eyebrows as an attempt to flirt or recites a crappy one-liner at him.

His Things I Hate About Lance list is about to be updated, because they’re at yet another diplomatic party on earth (which is actually more of a “celebrating the fact that the universe didn’t get destroyed” party) and Lance is wearing a navy blue button-down shirt which is very much accentuating his muscles, and it’s causing his brain to malfunction. I guess the constant labor at the farm paid off, Keith thinks.

He’s also flirting with a lady who also seems to be extremely appreciative of Lance’s outfit choice. They look like they’re about to decimate each other in the middle of the room with how their eyes are focused solely on the other. Lance’s eyes flick over to him for a second before he just smirks at Keith—the smug fuck—then he focuses back on the girl in front of him before settling his hand on her hip and leaning closer, his voice a hushed whisper against the shell of her ear.

Keith just rolls his eyes. Not that he cares about who Lance sleeps with anyways.

“You’re drooling.” Shiro says, which earns him a moderately hard slap from Keith on his non-prosthetic arm. “You look mad, too.”

“Shut up.” Keith grumbles, because apparently his 14 year old self’s attitude is now the best way to go, “Go away.”

“Jeez, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“I said, shut it! Or else telling Adam you made out with Curtis.”

“Please, they’re probably making out with each other as of this moment.”

“Gross!”

“What are you, 12?”

Keith does not go ahead and answer that question, mostly because he doesn’t want to admit that he’s acting more and more immature as the seconds that he stares at Lance and the woman go by.

Shiro, who has been a spectator of Keith pining over the Red Paladin since the early days of Voltron, sighs, before ruffling Keith’s hair, “Please just try and talk out whatever this weird sexual tension between you and him is. For me, please? I’ve already constructed a customized shovel talk for him if you ever do get with him, and let’s just say updating it over the years—”

“Alright, alright! I’ll do it!”

“Thanks, child.”

“Child? Is that what we’re doing now?”

“Just go!”

—

Keith, both fortunately and unfortunately, does not get to talk to Lance until after the party. He walks around the ballroom, and multiple people tell him Lance was last seen walking out eagerly with a girl, so he waits until the next day to talk to him.

What feels unsettling is that how most of the people who let him know about where Lance has gone were talking in an almost…disappointed manner; like they had expected better from him. Which is ridiculous, because for starters, Lance doesn’t need to be all serious and on guard all of the time, especially since they’re celebrating the fact that they had won the war—in fact, it would be out of character for Loverboy Lance to not flirt with at least one person at a party. Secondly, Lance is basically still a kid. Sure, he’s been through some stuff, but he’s still 20 years old. He wouldn’t even have graduated college by now!

Keith gets that they are the Paladins of Voltron, and their duty is to protect the universe, but sometimes the expectations people have for them make them look like flawless, error-free machines who never make mistakes or miss a beat, when it’s far from that. They’re human too. They mess up plans like half the time (maybe not half, but you get the point)!

When he’s walking to Lance’s house—somewhere about a 5 minute walk away from the city and a 10 minute walk from his own house—he stops in his tracks.

What is he even going to say to him?

He can’t be flat-out, outright straightforward with Lance and say, “Oh, I’m kinda in love with you, and have been for the past 5 or so years, so could we stop this friends-with-benefits situationship we have going on and just cut to the real deal?”, but he also can’t be too vague with it.

Though, if there’s anything that Voltron has taught him, one of the things would be, without a doubt, is that you always have to be prepared to improvise.

He knocks on the cold wood, and just when Keith is about to reconsider even coming here, the door opens.

—

In the course of 5 seconds, Keith goes from knocking on a door to being slammed against that same door. Not that he’s going to complain.

“Sorry—” Lance manages in between kisses, “—about—” a kiss on his forehead, “—yesterday.” He kisses Keith gently on the lips, adding more pressure when the smaller’s arms come to wrap around his neck.

Just as Keith relaxes, he breaks the kiss, genuinely confused, “Wait, what?”

“It’s just that you seemed genuinely sad when I was flirting with her, and—” Lance attempts to explain, only for Keith to cut him off.

“Hey, don’t apologize to me for that.” Keith protests. “I was just jealous that you looked fucking amazing in that dress shirt and she was the one who got to have you. Besides, we aren’t exclusive.”

He expects Lance to loosen up—maybe brag about how he wooed Keith with his dazzling looks, but he sure as Zarkon and Honerva themselves does not expect him say this:

“But what if I want to be exclusive?”

Keith’s heart catches in his throat, eyes widening like saucers, “What?”

“I said,” Lance looks straight at Keith, his gaze piercing,

“What if I want to be exclusive?”

Oh, fuck.

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Anyone seen Lance?” Shiro asks, checking his watch. “We have to suit up in an hour, but I haven’t heard anything from him.”

No sooner do the words come out of his mouth does the man in question stroll into the kitchen, pausing in front of the table where everyone is gathered and clearing his throat.

“I will not be accompanying you guys on the mission,” he announces.

It takes everyone a moment to process that one. Hunk is the first to react, something clicking in his expression before he groans, resting his forehead on the table.

“Here we go,” he mutters tiredly.

Lance happily ignores him, pouring himself some food goo and taking a seat next to Keith.

“Are you ill?” Allura asks, when Lance fails to provide any further context.

“Nope! I’m just going to hang back from this mission because I Saw what’s going to happen last night and no part of me is interested in crawling through sewage. Y’all have fun, though.”

“Why the hell do you think we’ll be crawling through sewage?” Keith asks. “All the Yuvleans want us to do is find some crystal for them.”

“And I’m telling you it’s going to involve crawling through the sewage system,” Lance insists. “I’m not doing that. I’ll stay on the castle with Coran and do chores, or something.”

Shiro looks pleadingly to Hunk.

“Please translate,” he asks.

This is not unusual. Lance and Hunk frequently have to explain each other’s trains of thought to the team at large.

“Lance thinks he can see the future,” Hunk explains tiredly. “He is not a Seer. He just gets lucky, occasionally, and he’s observant. There is nothing I can do to convince him otherwise.”

“That’s because you’re wrong,” Lance says patiently. “I do so get visions. I told you about the mermaid planet when we were fifteen, remember?”

“Lance, you dreamed once about alien mermaids and the universe is so batshit insane that it ended up being true. That is not predicting the future.”

“Mhm, sure. And the fact that I knew the names of the mermaids we could trust was coincidence.”

“Exactly!”

Hunk and Pidge both look exasperated, but Keith looks intrigued.

“You can really tell the future?”

“Please tell me you don’t believe in that shit too,” Pidge groans.

Both paladins ignore her.

“Not as clearly as you’re thinking,” Lance says, making a so-so motion with his hand. “I don’t usually get full detailed visions, although I do occasionally. Usually I get bits and pieces, right before something happens. Like, if we’re on an infiltration mission and we don’t know which hallway to take to escape, I usually get a flash of images that tell me what’s down each one.”

Shiro, who had been eyeing Lance warily for the most part, tilts his head in consideration. “You do manage to lead us out of ships when everything goes to shit.”

Hunk looks at him incredulously. “You too?! What part of ‘Lance has good instincts and is crazy observant’ am I making unclear? Science, people!”

“I’m not saying I think he can see in the future,” Shiro says hastily. “But I’m not saying he can’t, either.”

“Thank you,” Lance says emphatically. “Finally, someone believes me.”

“Hey,” Keith protests. “I believed you the whole time!”

“‘Course, Mullet,” Lance says with a grin and a wink. Keith goes a little red. “I appreciate it.”

“I also believe you!” Allura says excitedly. “One of my mother’s handmaidens also spoke of an ability to see forward in time, and she often made excellent predictions about future trades!”

“Ha,” Lance says, pointing his spork triumphantly at his best friends. Both of them roll their eyes in tandem. “Coran believes me, too. Said he can feel it in my quintessence, or something. You guys are outnumbered.”

“Whatever,” Pidge mutters, but she doesn’t really look all that annoyed. “I can’t believe you’re skipping the chance to flirt with pretty aliens just because you had a weird dream. I can’t believe you’re staying back to do chores instead of prancing around the planet’s canals and comparing the water to beaches back home.”

Lance shrugs, standing up to dunk his empty bowl in the sink. “Like I said, I’m not crawling through the sewer,” he says, heading for the doors. “But y’all have fun. Let me know if you meet the ninja turtles.”

———

Hours later, five very grumpy, very dirty paladins stomp their way back to the castle. Lance and Coran meet them at the decontamination chamber.

“Have a shitty time?” Lance asks smugly.

“Dollar in the bad pun jar,” Keith says immediately, just as Hunk says: “Can it, Cassandra.”

Hunk sounds cranky as he says it, but instead of being offended, Lance only laughs.

“Fitting,” he taunts, “since no one believed Cassandra and she ended up being right. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it, Hunky?”

Hunk levels him with a glare, but only lasts about three seconds before a reluctant smile spreads across his face.

“Alright, alright, touché. I still think you just made an educated guess. But I’ll give you that one.”

“Sure thing, bud. I’ve Seen the day you and Pidge believe me, you know. I’m going to be very smug.”

“More smug than right now?” Allura asks.

Lance smirks. “Exponentially.”

———

Shiro doesn’t let Lance skip any more missions because of his Sight. “If a mission is going to suck, then we get to suffer as a group. Team building,” he reasons.

He still doesn’t quite believe that Lance can See the future. But he does start to take Lance’s input in mission planning, so long as Lance can actually rationalize his predictions.

“That’s not going to work,” Lance says firmly, tapping the path Shiro has drawn down a hallway on the blueprints of the Galran cruiser they’re planning to infiltrate. “If we split up, Allura is going to get ambushed and hurt.”

Shiro inclines his head. “Reasoning?”

Lance pauses for a moment to study the blueprints further, trying to figure out why he knows that to be true. He saw the altercation in a vision, of course, but over the weeks of planning with Shiro he’s found that his divinations often follow a largely logical path of reasonings, Sherlock-style.

“This is a Druid-heavy cruiser,” he says finally. “See how the energy systems are rerouted to neutralize more power outbursts than usual? That means a lot of raw quintessence outside of its usual transport containers, which means Druids. And you know how freaky they are about trying to isolate Allura and take her for her quintessence abilities. She shouldn’t spend a second on this ship alone, and especially not down the corridors that are most heavily fortified and monitored. She’s our strongest, but in this case it will only make her a target.”

“Sounds good to me,” Shiro says, placing a proud hand on Lance’s shoulder. “We’ll work out something better, huh?”

———

It’s no secret that Lance spends at least two nights a week at the observation deck; missing his family and falling asleep to the projection of Earth’s steady turn. The team has quietly worked out something like a schedule, making sure he’s never there alone, and everyone makes sure he knows he knows they love him and are there for him.

Lance pretends to be oblivious to the schedule. He saw it in a dream before he’d even met most of the team, but he likes that they try so hard to keep it quiet anyway. It’s sweet.

“Do you know why I’m like this?” he asks one night, when Coran is the one to follow him in.

The advisor takes a moment to consider the question carefully, humming softly.

“I felt something different about you the second I saw you,” he says eventually. He huffs a laugh. “That’s half the reason I was so defensive of you.”

Lance snorts, remembering Coran’s flailing and threats. “I thought it was because I made eyes at Allura.”

Coran grins, checking him gently across the shoulders. “That, too, lad.” His expression turns more serious, pondering. “But I’ve always been very in tune with the energies of the universe, the balance of quintessence in every single thing that takes space. My father taught me to sit quietly with the space between things, to feel how they fit together. You, my dear —” he shifts to look at Lance directly, jewelled eyes meeting deep brown — “your quintessence reaches farther than most. For whatever reason, your soul is stretched wide, across space and time. Everyone’s is, to some degree, but yours more so. For whatever reason, when you came to be, the universe saw fit to grant you the burden of Knowing.”

He takes one of Lance’s hands in his, squeezing gently. “It’s a lot of responsibility, child. But there’s no one I would trust more to shoulder it with grace.”

———

Usually, Lance’s Gift is harmless. It doesn’t matter who on the team does or does not believe — it never has a great enough bearing on their life and mission to make a massive decision.

Until it does.

Until Lance stops mid-attack, freezing in his lion, shout ringing through the comms.

“Lance, come in,” Shiro demands. “What’s wrong?”

Everyone’s screen flickers for a moment before Lance’s comm feed pulls up, brown eyes wide and panicked, terror written all across his face.

“We need to pull back!” he says frantically. “Now, now, now!”

“We can’t pull back now!” Pidge protests. “That ship has the closest guarantee to finding Matt than any other we’ve found so far, and our intel guarantees we outmatch them!”

“I Saw differently, they have —”

Pidge bares her teeth at him. “If you think I’m giving up on my brother because you think you can tell the future —”

“You have to trust me,” Lance begs. “The entire fleet is a setup. All the fighter jets are manned by sentries, there’s not a single soldier on board the commanding ship. It’s a giant bomb. The second we touch it it’s going to blow so big it’ll start a new solar system. Please.”

“Lance, now is not the time —” Shiro interjects.

“I know, but —”

“We have every guarantee from the Blades that my brother may very well be on that ship!” Pidge says shrilly. “I know you think you can see the future Lance, but I just can’t trust that!”

“I’m not asking you to trust it,” Lance says again, more and more desperate by the second. “I’m asking you to trust me. And I promise you, Pidge, if we move forward than every single one of us is going to die.”

Tears drip from Pidge’s eyes. Her face crumples.

“Why are you making me choose between my brother and the team?” she sobs.

“Please trust me,” Lance begs again.

She swipes a hand across her eyes.

“If you’re wrong, I’m never going to forgive you.”

As soon as she says the words, Lance is yelling for everyone to pull back. Shiro echoes him, and the retreat back to the castle. As Allura opens a wormhole, the entire fleet starts to blow, every explosion tripping the ship next to it, until the entirety of the blackness of space is ignited in bright white flame and incinerating debris.

They barely make it through the wormhole in one piece.

———

“I still don’t believe you,” Pidge says stubbornly, once her tears have dried and they’re all safe in their hangars.

Lance smiles softly. “Thank you for trusting me anyway.”

———

Hours after everyone else has fallen asleep, after the last movie for movie night has ended, Keith and Lance sit facing each other on a mound of blankets, knees pulled up their their chins and arms held tightly around their legs.

“Your turn,” Keith whispers.

Lance hums. “How many questions do I have left?”

“We passed twenty forever ago. I think we’re just getting to know each other, now.”

“Oh.”

“Is that okay?”

Lance hides a grin in his pajama-covered knees. “Yeah.”

“Good. Ask your question, doofus. You’re taking forever.”

“‘Kay. How come you pretended not to recognize me when we were rescuing Shiro?”

Keith’s face flames. “I really didn’t recognize you!” he insists.

Lance shakes his head. “We had four group projects together, and you smirked at me after no less than twelve flight sims. I’m not buying it, Samurai.”

Keith holds his gaze for several minutes, glaring stubbornly. But finally he deflates.

“Fine,” he concedes. “I remember you. But if I tell you why I pretended to forget, you have to promise not to get mad, okay?”

“Fine, fine. Just tell me already.”

Keith looks away. He’s quiet for long enough that Lance reaches over to pinch him for not answering.

“Jesus, okay! I’m getting there.” He bites his lip. “Do you remember that dumbass line you used to say? About threading the needle?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

“Uh. I didn’t get it for a long time. I thought —” he grimaces, accepting Lance’s oncoming diva fit — “I thought your name was Taylor. So.”

To his surprise, Lance bursts out laughing.

“You dumbass! Did you really?”

“It was a valid assumption!” Keith defends. “You said that people called you tailor! What was I supposed to think?”

“Our names are right next to each other on roll call,” Lance chokes out, wiping a tear from his eye. He flashes a teasing grin as he slowly starts to calm down. “Guess there’s I reason I usually did better on the practicals, huh?”

“Oh, shut up,” Keith says, scowling. “You barely did better.”

“Neck and neck,” Lance teases.

“Yeah, yeah, cargo pilot. Whatever you say.”

They’re both quiet for a moment, silence interrupted only by Shiro’s horrible snoring and Lance’s occasional giggle.

“It’s your turn,” he says, once he’s finally gotten himself under control. Keith rolls his eyes, but asks anyway.

“How come you don’t flirt with random aliens anymore?”

To his surprise, the question makes Lance flush darkly. He looks away, picking at his nails.

“I, uh, Saw that I end up with someone soon. Feels disrespectful to flirt knowing I’m gonna be with him any time now.”

Keith’s breath hitches. “Him?”

“Them,” Lance corrects hastily, but the damage is already done.

“Who is he? Do I —”

“Game’s over,” Lance says hastily. “I just had a vision. If we keep playing you’re going to choke to death and die after I make an excellent joke, so. Better safe than sorry.”

“You’re so full of shit,” Keith accuses, but Lance has never been wrong before, so he hesitates.

Lance notices, doubling down. “Yep. I try to give you the Heimlich and everything, but it doesn’t work. You die in minutes. Gotta prevent that.”

“Fine,” Keith says sullenly. “I guess we should go to sleep then.”

“Probably,” Lance agrees, audibly relieved. “Don’t want you to die or anything.”

His face is red until the second he falls asleep.

———

Lance has his impulsive moments, sure. But the real impulsive members of the team are Keith or Pidge, no question about it. They are the king and queen of dumbass, split-second decisions.

When Lance gets a vision, mid-fight, on a planet so overrun with Galran soldiers that ‘outnumbered’ does not begin to cover it, he kicks both of those losers off their thrones by a goddamn mile.

“Lance!” Allura yells, once she realizes he’s breaking formation. “What the quiznack are you doing?”

“The witch controls it all,” he gasps out, to quiet for anyone to hear. He ignores the shouts of his team, ignores their questions, ignores his own guilt for leaving them so abruptly, and books it, as fast as he can, straight towards the cluster of Druids. They stand in a perfect circle, all perfectly still, tendrils of lightning quintessence pouring out of them faster than Lance can track, all tunnelling towards where Zarkon stands suspended above them all, sending deadly bolts of attack at Voltron and their scrambling allies down below. Every time a Druid drops, their very life force drained from them, a new one fills their place, as quickly as possible.

But Lance doesn’t need to see what’s in the centre of their circle with his eyes. He’s Seen it. He knows who lies in the middle of the cluster, who is pulling the strings between the entire empire, who has been this entire time.

As he runs, he feels his bayard warm in his hand, feels the form change from the barrel of his beloved gun to something sturdy, smooth, curved. When he glances down, he sees the familiar contour of a bow.

It’s too simple.

Far too simple.

But Lance trusts himself. He trusts the universe, and the responsibility Coran says it has granted him. He knows it would not lie to him.

He stops hundreds of feet before the cluster of Druids, standing firm as they all turn to face him in unison. He does not flinch when they raise their arms towards him, does not move when Zarkon turns to face him, raw quintessence lighting up his arms as he takes aim directly where Lance stands.

Lance breathes in. He aims the bow high in the sky, not at the Druids, not at Zarkon, but where he knows the arrow will arch gracefully, and make it’s deadly decent: landing dead in the centre of the Druids, where Haggar stands, unfocused on the sky above her.

Lance exhales.

He fires.

He hears a wicked shriek echo louder than any person every could, just as Zarkon’s final blast hits him square in the chest.

His own agonized screams drown out the terrified yells of his team.

———

You’d think it would be quiet, death. It’s the absence of life, after all. The cease of all movement. The end of one’s time.

It’s not.

Lance feels every one of his cells as they sizzle and fry, his very molecules tearing themselves apart as the blast of quintessence breaks easily through his armour. He feels every part of his body and soul incinerate out of existence.

It sounds like one long, shrill screech of brakes stopping abruptly.

It hurts.

———

“There’s no way he’s going to survive that! It’s a waste of time to hope!”

“How can you say that? How dare you say that?

“You think I want to? You think I want this? His very soul was fried, Keith! He is my best friend, he is my brother, but I am not going to put myself or anyone else through the pain of hoping!”

“The pain of hoping is the only thing that can make the pain of giving up feel better!”

———

Coming back to life is shockingly silent, in contrast. Still, too. He knows he’s not dead — he can’t be, if he’s thinking — but he can’t feel any further than that.

Everything is quiet.

———

It’s barely noticeable, when he can finally feel again. The faintest brush of a hand through his hair, a whisper, the press of lips to his forehead.

Then nothing, again.

———

“You’re going to make it, Lance. I’ll kill you if you don’t, you dumbass, selfless bastard.”

———

By the time he can finally move again, he feels like he’s lived four thousand lives. It’s the barest twitch of his finger, but it makes someone gasp, and then there’s a hand grasping his.

“C’mon, Lance,” it says quietly. “Prove me wrong, okay? About Seeing and living and everything. Please. Show me how wrong I was. I’ll even let you gloat forever, okay? I’ll never complain again. I’m sorry.”

Lance tries his hardest to move further, to squeeze Hunk’s hand; hell, even to twitch his finger again.

Nothing.

“That’s okay,” Hunk assures quietly. There’s a slight pressure on his head, briefly, and the scent of Hunk’s face cream and motor oil, and then it’s gone.

“Take your time, okay? I’ll be here. We all will.”

———

The first person Lance sees when he finally opens his eyes again is Allura. He can’t make his mouth move, can’t call out, but he doesn’t have to — she smiles softly at him, never moving her hand from his hair.

“It’s good to see those eyes again,” she whispers. “We’ve missed you, Lance. You think you can try moving your hand? I’ll help you, if you like.”

Lance screws his eyes shut — not because he wants to, he doesn’t, he’s only just opened them, he never wants to close them again — but he can’t seem to stop himself. It takes so much effort just to lift his hand a millimeter up from the mattress it rests on.

“Good!” Allura says, and when Lance forces his eyes open again he sees that she’s smiling much brighter, now, although tears drip down her cheeks.

“You’re so much closer every day, asteraki. In a couple weeks you’ll be all healed up, I’m sure. Okay?”

Lance still can’t make his mouth move, but he manages a hum. That makes her smile wider.

———

Allura is not entirely correct. He is not entirely healed in a couple weeks. But he gets closer and closer every day. After one week, he can move his hands, even though they shake. After two, he can speak, although his voice is raspier than the desert.

The first thing he asks for is an update — did he do it? Did it work?

“Zarkon and Haggar crumbled to dust,” Shiro assures him. “The second your arrow struck. Ten thousand years caught up to them, I guess. The Druids died, too. The Empire hasn’t really gone anywhere, but it’s in chaos. No one knows what to do. Planets are revolting left and right.”

He squeezes Lance’s hands, lifting one up to press a kiss to his knuckles.

“You did it, kiddo. You and that goddamned gift of yours.”

———

It takes months. Months of physical therapy, if speech therapy, of disgusting nutrient-rich diets and fine-motor training that frustrates Lance to tears.

It works, though. Over time, he starts to come back to himself. Not everything is fixed — he needs hearing aids, now, because he was so close to Haggar’s final scream that it shattered his ear drums. His hair is bleached white, too, and lightning-shaped scars run up and down his skin — Shiro jokes that they should start a club. He’s unbelievably lucky that he regains all the mobility in his hands. He still speaks in a stutter, and he likely will for the rest of his life.

But he’s fuckin’ alive, goddamnit, so he’s sure as shit not complaining.

His visions stop coming, too.

He doesn’t mind.

“You were right, though,” Hunk says.

As promised.

“You really could see the fuckin’ future. I’ll be damned.”

“This moment was slightly less depressing in my vision,” Lance says, grinning wryly. “All I got were those two sentences. Who know I almost had to die to get ‘em.”

Hunk glares, flicking him lightly in the forehead. “Too soon, buddy.”

“It’s been half a goddamn year since I got nuked!”

“It will be too soon for the rest of our lives. Your lucky I didn’t build you the safety bubble I wanted to build you, you menace.”

“He really was going to,” Pidge pipes up. “I had to pry the blueprints from his hands.”

Lance tips an imaginary hat. “And I thank you for your service.”

“Whatever, goober,” she says, rolling her eyes, but she’s smiling.

———

There’s nothing strange about the knock on his door. Keith knocks as he always does: just one singular knock, to make people on edge, because he thinks it’s funny.

But Lance freezes.

Because he recognises this feeling, the intense feeling of déjà vù mixed with clear memory — one of his old visions is playing out.

And there’s only one outstanding vision of his that takes place in his bedroom, with Keith, as he’s folding laundry.

“Come in,” he squeaks, desperately trying to compose himself and fight the blush off his face and failing horribly.

Keith steps in and immediately starts helping Lance with the laundry, even though he’s horrible at it and always insists that closets have more space if you roll up clothes instead of folding them.

Menace boy.

He’s quiet for a long moment, rolling laundry until Lance smacks him, and then begrudgingly folding it.

“Did you See this?” he asks eventually.

“Yes,” Lance admits, because he sees no reason to lie.

“Then you know what I’m going to say.”

“I do.”

Keith’s hands finally still, and he sighs, finally looking over at Lance with a smile that shows the barest peek of his crooked incisors. “That doesn’t make it easier, somehow.”

Lance’s belly curls, like he always does when Keith smiles at him like that. He tries to remind himself that he is a grown ass man and he does not need to swoon like a preteen when his crush looks at him, thanks. He forces himself to set the laundry down and take a step towards Keith.

“You should say it anyway.”

Keith hums, closing the distance between them and placing on hand on Lance’s hip.

“Is that how we’re gonna play it, Sharpshooter? You’re not gonna have mercy on me?”

Lance’s breath hitches. “Not for a second.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Keith mumbles, and then his other hand cups Lance’s cheek and he doesn’t waste a second before pressing their lips together, firmly, like he knows Lance can take it.

“I’m in love with you, Lance. I want to be yours. Sound alright?”

“I suppose I could live with it,” Lance rasps, completely unable to dodge the flick that Keith aims for his head when they stand so close.

He decides he doesn’t mind, though, not when Keith shuts up any further teasing with another press of their lips together.

And another.

And another.

It’s just as good as Lance knew it would be.

[klance-dreams]

Oh, come on! I thought we bonded! Keith? Buddy? My man?

“My man...?”

Keith felt the words zip down his spine like lightning, warming him from the inside out. He felt the words settle in his belly like fire as heat bloomed across his cheeks.

Lance’s man?

Keith liked the sound of that…Liked being the one coming to Lance’s rescue, liked being able to banter with him—flirt with him, his mind whispered—or simply bail him out. It made him feel bold enough to say, “Can’t have it both ways, sharpshooter.”

Lance’s slow, “huh?” had Keith chucking.

“I said you can’t have it both ways. Am I your buddy? …or am I your man?”

If Keith couldn’t hear Lance sputtering over the comms, he’d worry he’d gone too far, but as it was he could practically feel Lance’s blush as he said “Keith!” almost as if he was winded.

“Better decide quick,” Keith murmurs. “I’m about to land.”

He could make out Lance muttering “oh my god” over the comms in a breathy voice. Keith decided to end the link before Lance could hear him laughing.

He was glad he had when he landed close enough to glimpse the blue Paladin, ass up, chained to a tree and took a picture for the sake of blackmail, obviously. Definitely not to keep for himself.

As Red and Blue settled down in the sparse terrain he could feel the lions chuff in amusement at Lance’s predicament.

“Hey,” Keith called out with a smirk as he walked up to Lance, casual and easy as you please.

He took his time, took in the pretty picture Lance made before gracefully sitting against the tree Lance was chained to.

“Just hanging out?” Keith asked dryly.

Lance snorted. “Oh, screw you man!” He flailed dramatically before resting his cheek on his outstretched arms.

It could’ve just been the rosy hue of the atmosphere here, but a Keith could swear Lance’s cheeks were dusted with a light blush at the red paladins attention.

“How does this always happen to you?” Keith asked (fondly), propping his chin up on an elbow as he met Lance’s eyes.

Lance sighed out one gusty sigh and thumped his forehead into the dirt. “You tell me. I guess I always wanna believe someone’s actually interested? Like interested in me,” he huffed in a self depreciating way. “And not just interested in the Paladin of a Voltron lion. But once again…” he quirked his lips and looked up, nodding toward his bound wrists.

Keith hummed. “They don’t know what they’re missing,” he said quietly as he moved over to break Lance free.

Lance sighed in relief and groaned as pins and needles assaulted his fingers in a rush.

“Thanks,” Lance said softly, pushing up and meeting Keith’s eyes—much closer than he’d anticipated. “Oh” he breathed quietly.

“Any time,” Keith murmured, eyes flickering between ocean eyes and sweet bitten-pink lips.

Slowly, Lance brought one hand up and pushed a lock of hair behind Keith’s ear, leaving his hand there against Keith’s cheek. Lips curving up in a smile as Keith leaned into the touch automatically. Lance let his eyes trace down to Keith’s generous mouth, feeling stuck there…

As if gravity itself was pulling on the both of them, their lips met in the middle in a soft kiss that surprised them both.

Keith gasped out a noise he might deny later, reached up a hand to keep Lance’s hold against his cheek and kissed him again.

When they broke apart, Lance breathed out, “Your man,” cheeks bright red.

“Huh?” Keith asked airily, head floating a little.

“You-you uh. Asked me earlier. If I was your ‘buddy’, or…”

“Oh,” Keith couldn’t believe his own ears, smile becoming blinding.

“Either way, I just wanna be yours.”

Lance leaned forward & pressed another kiss against Keith’s smile.

// transferring my twitter threads a little at a time 🥰 you can find the original post here: thread

[ozzies-420-world]

Howdy! I’m so glad there’s still VLD fans writing! Can I request Lance x non binary reader and how he would comfort them if they felt that they weren’t fem enough for Lance. Like he flirts with girls all the time but reader is not a girl so, how would he make his non binary partner feel like they are enough for him? Thanks!!! :)))

So sorry for the long wait friends!! Life has been a little tough for me, but while I still have motivation I will try to get as many of my requests done as possible. So as requested, a Lance x Non Binary Reader!!

Perfect To Me

Y/n walked through the space mall, looking for anyone they recognized. Shiro had decided everyone needed a break from saving the galaxy, even if just for a few hours. Which provoked Lance and Pidge to suggest going to the space mall again, and seeing as no one disagreed, except for Keith of course, Shiro agreed, which brought us to now.

Deciding to head over to the food court, Y/n turned to head in the direction of the food court when they heard a familiar voice. Stopping they listened to the voice, realizing it was Lance's voice Y/n turned towards where his voice came from, smiling widely they walked in that direction. Rounding the corner Y/n could finally see Lance, about to shout out to him they froze.

Lance was flirting with a very feminine looking alien, beautiful lavender skin with neon purple hair to compliment her skin, she was just overall breath taking, the perfect definition of femininity. Y/n's smile instantly dropped as they watched the interaction, they couldn't help but look down to examine their own self.

They weren't to feminine but also not to masculine, you could say Y/n was a perfect mix. With h/l and h/c hair, s/c skin, and a androgynous outfit Y/n couldn't help but tear up. They didn't notice the two in front of them had stopped talking, only looking up when Lance called out to them.

"Y/n?" Lance called out, Y/n looked up at him, tears in their eyes as they turned around, running away from the scene leaving Lance to call out for them in shock. Finding an isolated hallway away from the crowd, Y/n walked into it, leaning against the wall they cried silently, a few soft sobs and whimpers escaping every now and then.

"Y/n!! Y/n where are you?!" They heard Lance call out, freezing as they heard the concern in Lance's voice. Y/n buried their face in their hands, not wanting Lance to see them like this they listened to Lance's hurried footsteps coming closer to where they were.

Finally Lance's footsteps stopped, Y/n looked over towards the entrance of the hallway only to quickly look away when they saw Lance standing there. "Y/n there you are! why did you run away..." Lance's voice faded as he got closer, clearly seeing Y/n's distressed features He couldn't help but feel guilty knowing he was the one who caused them to feel like this. Stepping closer Lance crouched down, trying to meet Y/n's gaze. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad. Look at me, please?" Lance whispered, placing his hand on their check gently, guiding Y/n's face towards his to meet his soft gaze.

Y/n took in a shaky breath when they saw the guilt and worry on Lance's face, they couldn't help but feel bad as more tears fell down their s/c checks. Lance gently wiped their tears away, slowly rubbing their check with his thumb he looked into their eyes, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"I know it's probably a stupid question but, what's wrong my love?" Lance asked gently, watching as Y/n looked away shamefully "I just don't feel like I'm good enough for you.." Y/n whispered, pulling away from Lance's gentle touch. Lance stared at Y/n in shock before pulling them into a tight embrace, holding them against his body tightly Lance asked "What made you think that?! I know I flirt with other people sometimes, okay a lot of the time, but you're the only one for me Y/n."

Y/n weakly tried to push Lance off, but to no success Lance's grip didn't budge. Y/n slowly gave up, clinging onto Lance they explained shakily "She was so much prettier than me, I know how much you like girls and I know I don't really look like a girl and I'm sorry." Y/n sobbed quietly, gripping onto the fabric of Lance's jacket.

Lance was frozen, he didn't expect to make his love feel so little about themselves, he never intended for this to happen. "Y/n please look at me." Lance whispered, pulling back far enough to look at Y/n, tears forming in his own eyes "You don't have anything to be sorry about, if anything I should be the one apologizing for making you feel like this. You are perfect to me, you don't need to be more feminine for me to like you more, because I already love everything about you."

Lance said gently, cupping both of Y/n's checks in his hands he closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against Y/n's forehead. Y/n closed their own eyes, listening to his every word "You're so different from all the girls I've flirted with, that's what made me fall in love with you. You're so uniquely you and I love it, I love you." Lanced whispered opening his eyes and pulling back to look at Y/n.

Y/n opened their eyes to look at Lance, their heart swelling with relief, love, and joy as they rested their hands on top of his "Do you really mean that?" Y/n asked, a small smile on their face as their eyes searched Lance's own eyes. "I mean it with my whole heart, I'm sorry again, for making you feel so horrible."

Lance apologized. leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Y/n's lips. Y/n froze before melting into the kiss, and they couldn't help but smile into the kiss, when they felt Lance smile. Pulling away slowly, they both stared at each other before bursting into laughter.

Lance stood up, bringing Y/n up with him as he wrapped his arms around their waist hugging them close to him. "How about we go get some food? It'll be my treat I promise." Lance suggested to which Y/n nodded to "Sure, just try and promise me you won't flirt with anyone." Y/n said to which Lance responded with "The only person I'm gonna be flirting with is you baby."

Lance flirted, laughing when Y/n lightly punched his shoulder hiding their reddening face behind their hand. He kissed their forehead, pulling their hands away from their face gently "Don't hide that cute face that I love." Lance said, pressing a loving kiss to their lips.

Y/n sighed happily once Lance pulled away, a loving look on their face as they gazed at Lance. Lance grabbed Y/n's hand, pulling them to the direction of the food court "Come on love, we're going on a date." Lace announced proudly, giving Y/n a checky grin as they walked hand in hand, and Y/n could only laugh lovingly as they allowed Lance to drag them away.

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Aaaaannnddd there we have it!! Hope it was satisfying enough, I had trouble figuring out how to end this story so I hope it wasn't too bad.

Like always if you have another request just ask!! I made a post about what I will write and what fandoms I will write for. Happy reading!!

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

Lance and Romelle enthusing abt Keith and Allura to each other?? (Mayhaps a side of the team lowkey thinking they're dating?)

OHHHHH miscommunications

Also this is my first work ft Allura and Romelle <3 

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“Blue paladin, may I bother you?” Romelle poked her head in Lance’s room, wearing a nervous expression. 

Lance looked up at her, placing his tablet off to the side of his bed. “What's up?” He tried to ignore how confused he sounded, but he hadn’t ever spoken to her one on one before; let alone in his room. 

She stepped more into his room, letting the door close behind her. “I want to,” she paused, closing her hands into a fist before releasing them. “May I ask you something?” 

“Uh...sure?” Lance tried to ignore the anxiety that was building in his gut. 

“Do you...do you have feelings for the Princess?” 

Lance stared at the other woman, not missing how red her face was and how she refused to meet his eyes. “Like...romantic feelings?” 

She gave a stiff nod, seeming to be scared of his answer. 

“No. Well, I used to but she’s more of a big sister to me now. Plus I like someone else.” 

All the stress that Romelle was holding in her body deflated at his words and she released a sigh. “Oh thank the universe.” 

Lance blinked at her, “why did you ask?” 

Her face turned a deep shade of red, “no reason I just...um...I wasn’t sure...” 

Lance’s mouth fell open, “you like the princess?!?!” 

She rushed forward, placing her hands over his mouth, “please no so loud.” 

He pulled his head back some, shock still flowing in his veins, “you like Allura?” He lowered his voice into a harsh whisper. 

She nodded, “I do. But I didn’t want to step on your toes if you liked her.” 

Lance shook his head, “no no I like Keith.” 

Now it was her turn to look at him with a wide expression. “The red paladin?!” 

Lance nodded, “yes.” 

Romelle moved to sit down next to him, “so I like the princess and you like your teammate.” 

“Yeah.” 

A small laugh bubbled from her chest, “we are disasters aren't we?” 

“Yeah, but we need to stick together.” 

That was the first night of many. The first night of Romelle going into Lance’s room to gush about Allura. Ramble about how she was able to braid her hair today and how soft it was between her fingers. Or how Allura smiled at her and laughed and Romelle had to leave the room since her marks were glowing. 

Lance would do the same regarding Keith. How his eyes were mini galaxies and Lance would stare at them all day if he could. How rough his voice sounded first thing in the morning. How good he looked when he trained. 

Before either of them knew it, you couldn’t have Lance without Romelle or vice versa. 

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“Lance!!” Romelle stormed into the common room, not paying any attention to the others sitting on the couch with him. “I need to talk to you right now.” She crossed her arms, looking at him with an expression that meant she just witness Allura do something that made her heart pound. 

Lance stood from the couch, “okay.” He quickly walked over to her and they disappeared out of the room; unaware of the team's stares. 

As soon as Lance’s bedroom door closed Romelle exploded in a fit of giggles. “SHE SAID I LOOKED NICE!!!!” 

Lance smiled at her, letting her hug him and jump up and down. “What did you say?” 

Romelle released herself from her friend, “I told her thank you and went to find you.” 

Lance sighed, “Elle, you need to compliment her back. Let her know you’re interested.” 

She furrowed her eyebrows at him, “I will when you start flirting with the red paladin.” 

Lance frowned, “touché.” 

---

Lance thought he was going to be sick, his knees shook under his weight. 

“He’ll be okay. You got him back just in time my boy.” Coran patted his shoulder, all eyes on Keith in a healing pod. 

Lance tried to nod but he felt like he couldn’t breathe, was his armor always this tight? 

“Lance?” Romelle reached out and grabbed his arm.

He met her eyes and with a knowing expression she pulled him from the room; not bothering to meet the team member's eyes. The walk to her room took an eternity and as soon as her bedroom door hissed closed a sob was ripped from Lance’s chest. 

She pulled him in for a crushing hug, seeming unfazed by the crimson color that was smearing on her dress from his chest plate. 

“He could have died.” Lance clung to her, letting his emotions spill out. “if I was a minute later he would have died.” 

“Shhh I know. It’s okay. He’s okay.” 

Lance pulled her closer, if that was even possible, “I love him so much I can’t lose him.” 

Romelle hummed, “I know Lance. I know you do.” 

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Keith was released from the pod into a quiet room, yet Allura was there to catch him. “Welcome back Keith.” She helped him sit down on the steps, taking a seat right next to him. “How do you feel?”

Keith rubbed his eyes, the pods always made him feel hazy. “I’ll feel better soon.” He looked around the empty room. “Where’s Lance?” He tried to ignore the ache in his chest, but Lance was always there when he got out of a pod. Even if he was sleeping off to the side he was always there. 

Allura sighed, her eyes burning a hole in the floor, “with Romelle.” 

“Oh.” Keith joined her staring. “Are they like a thing or something?” 

Allura took a sharp breath before releasing it slowly. “It appears so.” 

Keith closed his eyes, he was always worried he would lose Lance to someone else. That he wouldn’t keep his attention long enough to win him over. “As long as they’re happy or whatever.” 

Allura gave a stiff nod, “sure.” 

Keith looked over at her, “you don’t seem very happy.” 

Allura cleared her throat, “I may have feelings for one of them. Romantic feelings.”

Keith released a dry chuckle, “Lance?” 

Allura shook her head, “not him.” 

Keith blinked, oh. “I didn’t know you liked girls.” 

Allura shrugged, “on Altea we don’t have labels like you on earth do. We like who we like no matter the gender.”

“Some people on Earth are like that too.” 

Allura nodded. They sat in silence for a bit, before Allura spoke again. “I feel like I missed my chance. I thought I was flirting with her but every time I complimented her she would dash off and find Lance. I suppose she likes him.” 

Keith bumped her shoulder with his, “if it makes you feel any better I didn’t win Lance over.” 

Allura released a wet laugh, wiping her eyes quickly. “We are a mess aren’t we.” 

Keith nodded, “yeah we are.” 

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It took a month before the air was finally clear and the truth was revealed. Romelle was the first one, cornering Allura in her bedroom, her face flushed with emotion, her hands sweating with anticipation and nerves. 

“Princess, I hope this isn’t too forward but I have romantic feelings for you and I would like to date you on a date. With just you and me...a romantic gesture.” 

Allura felt her own face burn, confusion plaguing her mind. “Did you and Lance break up?” She gave her a remorseful frown. 

Romelle tilted her head in confusion, “break up? What?! Lance and I were never dating.” 

Allura raised her eyebrows, “you weren’t? But you two are always together.”

Romelle shook her head, “no no no. We are just friends. Strictly platonic friends.” 

“Oh...so you like me?” 

Romelle smiled, “wasn’t that obvious?” 

Allura rolled her eyes in a friendly manner, “obviously not.” She reached out and gently grasped the other woman's hand, “so you want to go on a date?” 

Romelle knew her marks were glowing and she squeezed Allura’s hand, “I would very much like that.” 

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Lance walked down the hallway towards the training deck, mumbling words under his breath. “Hey Keith, I like you and I was wondering if you wanted to date-go on a date. With me. Just the two of us.”

He shook his head, trying again, “Hey Keith I want to kiss you till I can’t breathe.” 

He shook his head again. He and Romelle decided it was time to ask their respective crushes and Lance said he would when she asked Allura. He didn’t expect her to leave his room and immediately head to Allura’s. 

He stopped at the entrance to the training room, his eyes following Keith as he swung at the training bots. 

Telling Keith his feelings was already going to be hard enough, but telling Keith post-training? His knees were shaking a bit. 

Keith looked over at him, “end training sequence!” The bots fell to the ground, “what’s going on?” He walked over to his watch pouch, using his shirt to wipe his face from sweat. 

Lance cleared his throat, “I um...wanted to ask you something.” 

Keith gave him a confused look, “okay.” 

Lance took a deep breath, “I like you.” 

Keith tilted his head slightly, “that wasn’t a question.” 

Lance fought back a groan, “my point still stands.” 

Keith took a sip from his pouch, “does Romelle know?” 

Lance nodded, “yeah she told me to tell you.” 

“Oh,” Keith’s eyes scanned the room, looking at the shutdown bots. “So what does that mean for you two?” 

“Me and who?” 

“You and Romelle? She’s your girlfriend right?” 

Lance didn’t miss how Keith spit out those words like they burned his tongue. “No. She’s not my girlfriend.” 

“So she’s your ex?” 

Lance shook his head, “no. She and I never dated.” 

Keith looked at him with confusion, “you two never dated?” 

“Correct.” 

“But...you are always together, whispering, being...coupley.” 

“Because we needed someone to gush to about you! Well she gushed about Allura and I gushed about you- you get the picture!” 

“Oh,” Keith looked down at his shoes, “so you like me.” 

“Yes. Mullet and all.” 

Keith found a smile on his face, “I don’t have a mullet.” He looked up, meeting Lance’s eyes. 

Lance lifted his hand and touch the end of Keith's hair, “hmm I think it’s a mullet.” 

“But you still like it,” Keith inched closer. 

“Yeah...because it’s yours.” Lance moved slightly closer. 

Keith was lost in those blue eyes, he didn’t even realize how close they were until Lance's lips brushed over his, slowly applying pressure; then Keith let his eyes close.

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I’ve been writing so many kiss scenes 

I hope you liked it <3

Thank you for reading <33333

[shatterinseconds]

“It’s a simple three step beat; what aren’t you understanding about it, Mullet?” Lance asks, annoyance beginning to leak through his voice. He’s tried to cap his frustration as much as possible throughout the past hour. But this has become ridiculous. If anything, Keith has gotten worse at dancing than when they started the lesson. Brief pain sparks through Lance’s foot and he cracks. “And stepping on my toes isn’t one of them!”

“Some of us didn’t get three years of ballroom dance lessons,” Keith snaps, irritated. 

“Which is why I’m teaching you. But you’re not listening to a single thing I say! You can’t even get close to me.” Lance tries to tug Keith forward but he remains just as stubborn as always, aggravating and infuriating. 

What looms between them is a larger gap than needed, with Keith holding him at an arm’s length as if he’s a poisonous snake ready to bite. A balloon would fall straight through to the floor; Lance’s arms are almost entirely extended. He thought Keith would be a little more willing considering the stake of the mission. 

Keith clenches his jaw. “I’m trying.”

“For someone as coordinated as you on the battlefield, this shouldn’t be this difficult.” Lance scowls, taking a page out of Keith’s book.

“Me not knowing how to dance isn’t going to break the alliance.”

“Were you even listening to Allura?”

“Were you?” Keith bites back, too smirky for Lance’s taste. Yeah, he may have been fiddling with his comm device under the table, trying to play an old earth game Pidge had downloaded onto it. That’s beside the point.

So Lance ignores him. “The Zolxox see dance as a creation of trust and loyalty between two groups of people. If we miss a step, they won’t join the coalition.”

“But why’d it have to be us?” The Zolxox only needed a pair of dancers, not their whole team.  

Lance rolls his eyes. “Because I have three years of dance experience, duh.” But his annoyance quickly fades when Keith doesn’t snap back with their classic banter. In fact, he continues to stand there, his hands not exactly touching Lance anymore but hovering. Keith stares at him with such a blank expression that Lance allows a bit of the truth to spill. “And–And because I work best with you,” he mumbles, ducking his head to avoid any minute reaction from Keith. When he does flick his gaze up, Keith remains impassive. “But you gotta listen to me, Mullet. Why won’t you just follow what I say?”

That’s when Lance loses Keith entirely. He steps back from Lance, arms folded against his chest, not loose at all. Keith can’t seem to look at him anymore either. “It’s awkward… being close to you.”

“Oh.” Lance drops his empty hands, suddenly despondent. He didn’t know Keith felt that way about him. He thought they’d finally become friends, maybe inching toward something more. Maybe Lance should have chosen Allura for this mission like everyone thought he would. His shoulders begin to hunch forward.

“Shit, no, not in that way.” Keith groans as he cards a hand through his hair, frustrated at himself. Strands stick out in multiple directions, silly enough that Lance wants to punch through whatever new wall is between them and fix it for him. But Keith wouldn’t appreciate that. “I just meant, I know the way I feel about you isn’t how you feel about me and I don’t want to make it weird for you.”

“How do you know how I feel about you if you never once asked?”

Keith gives him a look. “Please. You flirt with everyone but me. Even I understand what that means.”

“That’s not—That’s—Oh my god—” Lance suddenly steps forward, waving his arms as he talks, too flustered to be rational. “With everyone else, it’s fun, meaningless, a way to lighten the mood.” His skin heats enough that he must be glowing from embarrassment. “But you—With you, it’s different. I try to spend time together and constantly try to get your atten—wait.” Eyes popping wide, Lance starts to point, jabbing his finger into Keith’s chest. “You just told me you liked me!” His brain finally internalizes what Keith had said, what Keith implied. It immediately derails his train of thought. “You like me!”

Keith startles before his entire expression pinches. He growls. “Uh uh, we’re focusing on you and your terrible flirting techniques.” He steps up to Lance and keeps stepping toward him until he is the only thing Lance can focus on. Those violet eyes bore into Lance, head tilted and brows drawn. “How was I supposed to know I was different?” he asks, low and steady. 

“Goddammit, Keith.” Lance surges forward and kisses Keith square on the mouth. His hands weave through Keith’s hair, musing it further, while Keith’s strong grip lands on his waist, fingers hooking into his belt loops. He pulls Lance in and tugs on his lower lip, his teeth scraping slightly but in a way that buzzes across Lance’s skin. When they part, Lance is breathless with swollen lips and eyes half-lidded. It’s a struggle to speak but he manages to mumble, “Does that clear things up?”

Keith nods. Blush stains his pale cheeks though he holds Lance’s stare, never wavering, and he even starts to smirk the longer they remain in silence. Like he knows that he affected Lance just as much as Lance affected him. 

He’s going to be the death of Lance one day; this man…

“G-Good,” Lance finally says, struggling to regain his composure, if he ever had some to begin with. “We’ll talk about this later. But right now, we dance.”

Kith groans, though less annoyed than before, and for the first time, effortlessly moves all the way into Lance’s space, smiling a small smile. They dance without any issues, except for maybe a few butterflies.

[edenaffinity]

Lance and Keith as Taylor Swift Songs 👸🏼

This idea has been floating around in my brain for FOREVER. So I decided to finally write it all out. Idk if it makes any sense at all, but here it...

First, the most obvious:

And I’m still a believer, but I don’t know why I’ve never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try

Lance is mirrorball 🪩

mirrorball is about putting on a facade for the outside world, solely to please the people around you. But your facade is fragile and does you a disservice, as its only there to reflect the shine and brightest of others around you.

Lance feels as though he doesn't deserve to be apart of Voltron. He questions his place on team and wonders why he was chosen to defend the universe. He feels inadequate, he's insecure about his abilities, and he constantly compares himself to the rest of the team. He puts on a facade of comedy and confidence only to truly believe that he is less than. He sees himself as replaceable, instead of a integral part of the team.

Next…

And my words shoot to kill when I’m mad I have a lot of regrets about that

Keith is this is me trying 📝

I don’t care what anyone says, this was written for Keith!

They told me all of my cages were mental So I got wasted like all my potential

This boy had so many issues in school, socially speaking, but was literally TOP OF HIS CLASS! Shiro, Garrison professors, and Keith's classmates could all see that he was going places.

Was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere // Fell behind on my classmates, and I ended up here

But whatever was in store for Keith's future of ruined when Shiro went missing. the one person who'd ever really pushed him to be better AND believed that he could be better was gone. So he dropped out/got kicked out and whatever future he had as a pilot was gone.

I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that

There is no doubt in my mind that when he left to join The Blade, HE DIDN’T THINK ANYONE WOULD MISS HIM! Same could probably be said about him leaving the Garrison, EVEN LEAVING EARTH! He didn't believe anyone would care he left, because he didn't believe anyone cared he was there to begin with.

And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound It’s hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you

Keith missing Shiro when he goes missing? Keith lining for Lance? Either way, never met a character more "open wound" coded than Keith.

Next…

They see right through me Can you see right through me? I see right through me

Lance is The Archer 🏹 (duh)

Ah yes, a song all about being ready (or forced) to “go into battle” but hiding your insecurities behind confidence. And then you're worried that anyone will know you're secretly insecure?

That's Lance!

Lance is 100% ready to give up anything for the good of the team and the good of the universe. But he’s also incredibly insecure of his abilities and his place as a defender of the universe. The repetition of the “they see right through me” lines, as well as the “I see right through me” line, LITERALLY IS Lance speaking. Those are his words! Straight outta his brain!

Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?

Lance hides behind this vail of confidence only to truly believe the worst of himself. And he believes everyone else to also have this low opinion of him. So while he can behave as though he's a flirt and sincerely wanted by many, there is no part of him that really believes that.

Next…

And I can go anywhere I want Anywhere I want, just not home

Keith is my tears ricochet 💧

Keith can literally travel the universe, but he has no real home. No family. No safe space to return to once he's finished this travels. So he literally go anywhere he wants, but he can't go home.

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And you're the hero flying around, saving face

"I didn't have it in myself to go with grace" sounds like he was angry and said something he shouldn't have. "The hero flying around, saving face" sounds like literally any other member of the team. It makes since that he would see them as heroes and not himself.

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace 'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave

Definitely a line about Shiro. I mean, COME ON! "When I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave"! Not in a physically, angrily fighting way, but in an encouraging way. In a way that only Shiro could cheer Keith on while he fights to hone his skills and make something of himself.

And finally…

I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it

Lance is tolerate it 🕰️

Listen to this song once while thinking of Lance, I promise you'll get it.

I notice everything you do or don't do You're so much older and wiser

The song as a few lines about how much the speaker looks up to the subject. Lance admires a lot of the team and puts them on a higher pedestal than he puts himself.

I greet you with a battle hero's welcome I take your indiscretions all in good fun

Lmaooo sorry, these lines are about Keith. I don't make the rules, I just listen to the lyrics. Like, when he comes back from The Blade to rejoin the team? The "I don't have time for this, Lance!" scene. Yeah.

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life Drawing hearts in the byline Always taking up too much space or time

"Always taking up too much space or time"! FUCK! That's so Lance, it hurts. You can't tell me that he doesn't always feel like he's taking up too much space. FUCK.

Anyways, that’s all my thoughts on that. Thank you for your time <3

Klance as Taylor Swift Songs 👸🏼

Lance's playlist 💙

Keith's playlist ❤️

[voltronfanbae]

The paladins were with Macidus, When Kolivan was captured. Lance was veerrrry close to Keith, (in this AU, Krolia doesn't leave with Kolivan,they leave him with other blades) so when Kosmo/Yorak teleports to Take Keith to find Kolivan, he takes lance, too.

Lance: What.. What happened?

Keith: I don't know, but the wolf teleported us.

Lance, whispering: there's Macidus!

Keith: let's go this way

They ran and find Macidus, Lance, very scared, holds his bayard in one hand and with the other hand he holds Keith's hand, Keith looks Lance, smiles and looks at Macidus again.

Macidus: I will let Kolivan see how I kill you two!

They start fighting, Macidus attacks Keith first, and Lance goes crazy. He starts shotting at Macidus, and Macidus just appears and dissapears, practically playing with Lance. Kosmo bites Macidus and Macidus hits him. In one time of the fight, Lance says....

Lance: we can't with him, Keith! He's... He's going to kill us!

Keith, panicking, closes his eyes and concentrates on where is Macidus going to appear. He senses him to appear in the front, and he throws his knife. When Keith kills Macidus, Lance hugs him

Lance: you did it.. Keith, I-

Lance gets interrupted by the steps of the group, Lance gets off Keith and looks sad. Krolia saw Lance hugging Keith, but says nothing. When they are already in the lions, Krolia says something to the wolf.

Krolia: hey, I need you to teleport me to Lance's lion, when we are there, teleport Romelle here, you got it?

Kosmo barks and teleports her. When Lance sees her, goes...

Lance; Hey... What?

Kosmo teleports Romelle and lance freaks out

Lance; Uuhmmmm.... Krolia? It's all alright?

Keith: Mom, what are you doing in Lance's lion?

Krolia: I need to talk to him, bye. *cuts connection*

Lance, already shaking: K-krolia?... It's all okay?

Krolia puts her hands in Lance's shoulders

Krolia: yes, don't shake, I just need to talk you about something

Lance, sighing in relief: Oh, ok, what is it?

Krolia: I'm going to be direct with you, are you Keith's boyfriend-

Lance: WHATTTT??!?!? WH- D- WHATTT???

Krolia: answer my question please, Lance

Lance, calming down: Okay, just... Let me have some... Some air... Uff

Krolia: I'm going to ask you again, are you Keith's boyfriend?

Lance: well, its.. No. We started talking like friends, but.. I, like him since the Garrison

Krolia gasps

Lance: I liked him but was jealous of him, too. He was a perfect pilot, beautiful and good to fight. When we met again, it was when Shiro escaped from the galra base, and, I fell in love again. I'm not the type he wants or deserve *stars tearing* He's.. He's better than me, he deserves more, I'm not worthy, but I will kill to be his boyfriend.. *hip* I'm sorry, I'm... Ah, forget that-

Krolia: Lance. Don't talk about yourself like that, you are a beautiful person, a very good friend and a cool pilot. Since I saw you laughing and being funny I liked you to be next to my son, to be his right hand. I know, my son is complicated in love, but believe me, he likes you.

Lance: w- wait, why? What? How do you know?

Krolia sits down: Well, when we founded Romelle, a little bit sooner, Keith telled me he had a crush on someone, I tried to guess, saying all the names he told me. You were the fourth, he said that he didn't know how to tell his emotions to you. So he just, ignored you or try to flirt and goes horrifying. You deserve him, Lance, and he deserves you.

Lance: Thank you, Krolia.

Krolia, getting up: You're welcome *hugs Lance*

Hunk: I'm sorry, Pidge, I can't handle it anymore, Aaaawww!!!

Pidge: Oh, come on, Hunk! It was going great!

Lance: Wait, Krolia. didn't you cut the connection?!

Krolia: Of course I did! What happened!?

Pidge: Well, I hacked the system so I could, listen? 🤗

Lance: Wait, so.. ALL, of you heard? Including...Keith?

Shiro: Yes, haha. Keith, you don't want to say something?

*Shiro shows Keith blushing REALLLLLLLLYYYYY hard and covering his face*

Keith, between teeth: S-shut u-up, Shiro!!

Krolia: Ha, ha! Lance is doing the same!

*Krolia shows lance blushing, looking down and with his hand in his forehead*

Pidge: you 2 are both idiots, why neither of you maked a move?

Lance and Keith: ShUt It, PiDgE!

Later, that day.. Lance was watching the stars in the head of his lion, not noticing Keith climbed it and was behind him not saying anything

Keith: Uhm, Lance?

Lance, turning back slowly: Argh! Shi- Don't scare me like that! h-hey

Keith: I wanted to talk about what happened earlier... You know.. My mom, you... I... I... I like you, Lance! And I want you to be more than my right hand, I want you to be my partner for life, The person with whom I will walk hand in hand until my last days... I love you lance, and I know this is cringe and all but.. I will really like you to be

My boyfriend....???

Lance stands up and runs to Keith. Holds his hands and kiss him

Lance; I love you, too. Since we first met. I can be whatever you want, but next to you. I don't want to be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips, too, play with your hair, wake up with you next to me and let you meet my family

Keith: So....that's a yes?

Lance, crying and laughing at the same time: Of course it's a yes, you dumbass!!

They kiss softly while hugging and laughing.

Hunk, who was watching: I'm so happy for them, They were made for each other.

Pidge(who was watching, too) , sighing: Yeah, I don't show it, but I shipped them since the GG

Hunk: Omg, you shipped them too?

Pidge: Yeah! And yk, professor Adam and Shiro, too

Hunk: OMG! Me too!!

Pidge and Hunk jumped and laughed while Lance and Keith looked at them, laughing, too

Bye!!

[treesbian]

post for my fellow kallura-if-they're-lesbians enjoyers. keith is a girl in this. btw. if that wasn't clear from kallura-if-they're-lesbians

allura: keith can i pretty please tell them 🥺

keith: (silently thinks about it for a full ten minutes)

keith: (casually) (even though he was thinking about it for ten full minutes) (mostly influenced by allura's puppy dog eyes) go ahead.

allura: (excitedly) yay! everyone, keith is my girlfriend! :) 💞💞💞

lance: keith is with allura???

lance: wait. keith is a GIRL???

keith: yea

lance: i have been. so rude to you. i would never talk that way to a lady

keith: taken, lance.

lance: wha- i wasn't flirting with you! i was apologizing! fuck you keith

keith: i thought you wouldn't talk that way to a lady?

lance: i seem to have made an exception.

later

lance, having gotten over the shock of learning that keith is 1) dating allura and 2) a girl: wow... allura's so pretty she's transing people's genders

allura: (giggling)

keith: watch it, lance. -_-

lance: what? you agree!

this has been "post for my fellow kallura-if-they're-lesbians enjoyers"

[stuck-in-tartaruss]

FIC SEARCH!!

hey y’all!! i’ve been searching for a klance fic i read a long time but I can’t find it anywhere. all I remember is Lance has somehow lost his memories and doesn’t remember the team and while everyone expects him to flirt with Allura as usual he flirts with Keith instead. there’s a line lance says that goes something like “who’s the hot angry one with the hair”. if anyone knows what this fic is PLEASE let me know, its been driving me crazy trying to find it