#fluffy klance

[soulvtude]

keith is definitely the type to complain about but secretly love shopping.

lance knows he secretly loves shopping and 'forces' him to go to the space mall with him.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 6

welcome the the sixth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Chapped Lips by Creatortan

Lance's lips were a distraction, sometimes. Keith just couldn't keep his eyes off of them.

i read this one and forget to bookmark it and it haunted my mind for WEEKS as i desperately tried to find it again. i went bonkers bc i wanted to reread it so bad, bc it is EXCELLENT. its fun and gay and the team as family dynamics are AMAZING, no team bashing here!! and as usual the pining was chefs kiss.

2. Mine by Anonymous [EXPLICIT, ABO]

How do Lance and Keith react when the other is kidnapped?

Keith goes feral. Lance becomes deadly.

yeah, yeah, i know. another omegaverse. absolutely feel free to avoid this one if it’s not ur thing, i know it’s not for everyone, but it was one of my first pieces of bamf unhinged lance and i refuse to be ashamed of liking it lmao. also i think it’s fair to say that this fic inspired my unhinged batshit lance fic, at least a little. give it a try if ur like me an abo is a guilty pleasure lmao

3. the way i love you by @taylortot

quiet moments in which keith and lance fall in love. and kiss a lot. post s7.

words cannot explain how much this series means to me. genuinely a series that is so poetically soft and loving that it makes tears well in your eyes. i started reading this series right when i turned 16, and idk it truly made something crack in fizzle in my brain, it made me realise how careful and choosing love is. i have read this series more times than i can count, definitely one of the top ten, and there are lines from this fic that i repeat to myself when i am looking for hope. i know it hasn’t been touched since 2020 but i will be watching it carefully and hoping for years to come. (my favourite, in the series, although it was hard to choose, is i want to kiss you there)

4. Read Label: Lance McClain’s Boyfriend by @bleusarcelle

“You know I’m not ashamed, right?” Lance meets his gaze sheepishly. “Like, I’m not ashamed of you, of us. Far from it, babe, I swear –”

“Lance,” Keith cuts in kindly, smiling warmly at the teen in his arms. “Believe me, I know but I do want to tell the world what you mean to me. I wanna start with our team, our family.”

“You should come with a warning,” Lance whispers, stroking Keith’s chin fondly as he drops his voice. “Caution: words that leave these lips may cause falling deeper in love. Thank you for shopping at Mullets4sales.com.”

Keith throws his head back as he shakes with laughter. Lance grins proudly at sound before he props himself on the bed and drops unceremoniously on top of his giggling boyfriend’s chest.

“But yeah, yes; let’s tell them after dinner.”

[Or the one where the team is on their way back home and stop on a planet where a pissy prince drugs Keith with a love potion and Lance has to endure watching his secret boyfriend being lovestruck on someone else that isn't him.]

bleusarcelle always has and always will be one of the core founders of this fandom fr. trust me when i tell u their work was THE work. i remember greedily reading every fic of theirs several time, and i still read several of them regularly. but i will always be a sucker for the secret relationship trope. and this one managed to have that trope with none of the team bashing or miscommunication garbage so it’s a banger from the get-go fr

5. When Moonlight Touches Us by @pmwrites-blog1

Branches scratched his cheeks as he ran through the woods. Out of breath and covered in mud, Lance eventually crawled back under the fence onto the school grounds. He stopped at the large fountain in the plaza, leaning heavily on it. He splashed his face to wake himself up.

It didn’t work. Keith was real.

-

Based on 214b's Gargoyle AU

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE VOLTRON FIC OF ALL TIME. i dont know why. i have no idea why ive latched onto this fic so specifcally, what about this fic just makes me want to reread it again and again, but if i could print this aand bind it and keep a hardcopy with me every day of my life i would. im obsessed with it. beauty and the beast who?? like this fic is everything to me. i cannot recommend it enough. im fully convinced this fic did something fundamental to my brain. nothing i write will ever be so dear to me as this fic and that’s literally okay. the stars aligned to make this fic possible. is it the fact that i know there’s pretzellus art for it and so the whole story was cemented into my brain? possibly. i truly do not know. but i am fully obsessed with this story and likely will be for infinity

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[bleepzip]

PILLOW FIGHT!!!

[sikuena]

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[coolnonsenseworld]

Wingmen ✈️

Linktr.ee/mezzy

[alohaasaloevera]

The urge to write a fic that’s literally Keith trying to nuzzle his way into Lance. Like he’s cuddling with Lance and nuzzling into the crook of his neck, increasingly nuzzling harder every 5 seconds.

Lance just chuckles before tightening his grip around Keith and planting a lil kiss on his forehead :)

[shatterinseconds]

Incentive

“Come on, just a few more,” Keith urges as he holds down Lance’s feet. “You’re already at ninety-seven.”

After an intense workout, Lance ‘cools down’ with a set of one hundred sit-ups. A sheen of sweat covers Lance’s brow. His shirt sticks to him like a second layer of skin. Keith doesn’t fare much better, already having finished his set. His hair, pulled back into a cute, stubby ponytail, is damp. His tank top is dark with sweat and hangs off of him, revealing the smooth planes of his chest. Lance doesn’t even pretend that he isn’t sneaking a glance here and there.  

“Give me an incentive,” Lance tells him.

Keith leans over his knees to look at him properly. “The incentive should be finishing a hundred sit-ups.”

“Not good enough.”

“Then think of something better.”

Lance pauses, staring up at Keith in all his sweaty glory—and it truly is a glorious sight to behold. He arches an eyebrow. “Anything I want?”

Keith nods, and Lance grins at the sudden thought.

He lifts up, hands sliding forward on the ground, and kisses Keith on the lips. “Ninety-eight,” he says with a wide grin as he moves back down to do it again.

Keith chuckles every time Lance comes up for his reward. Each kiss lasts a few seconds longer than the previous one. “That’s one hundred and one,” Keith mumbles when Lance lies back down for the last time, hands now pillowing his head.

“I know.” Lance’s smile hurts his cheeks. He can’t stop. Maybe it’s the endorphins; maybe it’s just Keith. “I just wanted to kiss you again.”

“Me too.” Keith slides between Lance’s legs and bends down to kiss him for the fifth time.

[0xy--m0r0n]

i love drawing graffiti omg

uhh the only thing that made me do this was when i was on holidays we drove past this metal tube thing with these seats in it and i was like "what if. klance." and this became a thing

i removed the seats tho bc fuck perspective

[starcrossedpaladins]

I have so many klance fic ideas and I want to finally start writing some. they are all super cliche and full of tropes. I want some opinions and motivation to actually write and post something.

feel free to ask about any of them (more details length etc). right now they exist as ideas in my notes app and I'd love to flush some out and I'd like to know what people are interested in reading.

[ashgunnywolf]

PEOPLE ARE STILL KLANCEPOSTING IN 2023 HELL YEAH BROTHER

SHIP THAT NEVER FUCKING SINKS (except in canon but idk her) KLANCE IS CANON KING

[thatlocalgermanpunk]

FLUFFY FEBRUARY 2023 DAY 24 BUBBLY @fluffyfebruary

The moment their lips met it became Lance's best first kiss. This kiss was truly what all first kisses were meant to be, short, sweet and innocent. Lance had never felt joy bubble up and pop against the insides of his stomach quite like this with anyone before Keith.

SUMMARY: Keith takes Lance on a abnormal yet wonderful fourth date.

Lance questioned for a second how he managed to get himself here, Keith's puckered lips coming closer and closer, until… Wow.

Keith’s hand holding his. Lance’s other hand in Keith’s soft as a kitten mullet. Lance leaned more over the center console keeping them apart to get closer and in the process creating a more natural and pleasing angle.

Keith's lips we chapped from all the time he had spent out in the hot, salty, ocean air. Lance could taste lingering watermelon juice from earlier on their date on Keith's lips.

It had run down both their arms and chins as they sat on the beach getting to know one another. They had held one another's sticky, sweaty hands and ran into the ocean together. Neither of them let go until they reached the sea. The two of them had managed to wash most of the juice off their skins in the ocean.

Here they were, as strange as it is. Inside an automated car wash. They were at the phase of the automated car wash where the soap sprayer was rotating around them coating the car in rainbow bubbles. The hum of the machines surrounded them blocking out the sounds of cars and the ocean. The foam obscured the windows turning Keith's car into the couple's own little private bubble. The car’s air conditioning contrasted with the warm environment the two of them had created.

They pulled apart their noses brushing, after what must have been only around 15 seconds.

Keith was looking at him, his normally pale face tinged pink. His gaze flicked away shyly when they made eye contact. Still holding hands, Lance cleared his throat loudly and turned to watch the water glide over the car washing away the bubbles.

Eventually the machines made a final clunk and the blow dry sequence started up in front of them. From the passenger seat Lance saw the light turn from stop to go. Giving Lance's hand one final squeeze, Keith reluctantly removed his hand from Lance’s to slowly pull out of the car wash.

The air from the blow drier blasting them was unneeded as they drove out into the gas station parking lot. The temperature was record high for the area. So high that this morning Lance couldn't open his front door because the sealant in the doorframe melted the door and the door frame together the previous day. It had cooled and rehardened overnight. He had to defenestrate himself through a downstairs window to be able to get out of the house that morning. His lanky body perfect for the task. At the time he had been desperate to arrive on time for their date so as not to give a bad impression.

The menacing splotch of crusty, dried, seagull poop that had previously covered a decently sized portion of the windshield was gone. Keith noticed the spot Lance was staring at.

“Third car wash this week.” Keith stated solemnly, breaking their bubble of awkward silence.

“Well, we live in a beachside town and statistically birds do prefer to poop on red cars.” “Damn, So I unknowingly made myself a target when I bought this car?” Keith exclaimed, horrified. Laughter bubbled out of Lance at Keith’s realization.

“This is why blue cars are superior." Lance supplied. Keith snorted. "Sorry to break your bubble Lance, but your saab that keeps breaking down is not superior." "Everyone seems to hate that car but me, the person that actually loves and drives it." "Lance, tell me, have you ever actually taken a ride in the back seat?" "No?" "Well as someone who has been I can tell you there is 0 leg space. There's a reason why you don't see people driving saabs very often, you know. Because when you do see them they are normally broken down on the side of the road." Keith lectured, his tone playfull. Lance huffed, amused, knowing that Keith was right.

Trying not to acknowledge the sense in Keith's point, Lance changed the subject by asking, "Where to next?"

[soulvtude]

Favorite Klance headcanon?

HAVE A COUPLE (some I have posted before lmao)

when lance reads romance books he imagines the protagonist and their love interests to be him and keith respectively.

lance wears hair ties on his wrist just for keith.

the only person keith let's paints his nails is lance.

keith despises olives. lance loves them and eats any keith doesn't want.

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Oh, I love spring.” Lance’s voice is soft, breathy, sighing. He veers off the path, heading towards one of the campus’ many gardens. “Everything’s just so hopeful, y’know? And the hills — they get coated in little springs of gold. It’s beautiful.”

“It snowed yesterday,” Keith deadpans, but joins Lance in looking at the blooming flowers anyway.

Lance rolls his dark eyes at him fondly. “For, like, twenty seconds!”

“Snow, Lance. In April. Disgusting.”

“Yeah, yeah, party pooper.” He leans in close to a yellow pansy, inhaling deeply. The slightest of smiles pulls at his lips, long eyelashes fluttering as his eyes close in serenity. Freckles sprinkle over his nose and cheekbones, darker now that the sun is starting to shine brighter.

Keith has to shake himself out of staring like a fool. Even then it’s no easy feat — Lance is ethereal, in the spring sunshine, surrounded by budding flowers and melting snow.

Keith clears his throat, ears a little red. “I thought you were more of a summer person,” he says, a little loudly, a little telling.

“I do love the summer, Lance agrees, inhaling one more time before straightening up. He turns the full power of his smile towards Keith — Lord help him — and takes a step away from the garden. “But there’s just something about the flowers, I guess. Something about so many colours finally blooming after the endless grey of winter, y’know?”

Keith snorts. “Right, Shakespeare.”

“I’m going to take that as the compliment it is, you butthead. Ready to head out?”

“Yeah.” Keith pauses, glancing back at the flowers. He thinks of Lance’s soft look as he smelled them. He thinks of how badly he wants to see Lance look like that again. “Why don’t you bring a couple flowers back to your dorm?”

Lance glances back at the flowers. For a minute Keith thinks he’s going to pick a couple, but then he’s shaking his head. “Nah.” He chuckles a little, scratching the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “It’s stupid, but I get genuinely upset when flowers die? I used to pick them all the time as a kid and then cry when they started to droop. I never really grew out of it, I guess. Embarrassing, huh?”

Oh my God, that is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard, Keith thinks, screaming internally.

“A little,” Keith teases instead. Lance gasps exaggeratedly, clasping his hand to his heart in mock offense.

“Why, I never!”

The two of them joke and tease their way to the dining hall, only getting worse as they meet up with the rest of their friends. They devolve into ridiculous chaos almost immediately, as they usually do — Pidge barely catches sight of Lance before she starts some ridiculous argument over the dorky video game they’re both obsessed with, and then the rest of them choose sides just for the drama of it all — but honestly? Keith’s heart’s not in it. All he can think of is Lance’s slight smile as he smelled the flower, and the barest hint of sadness Keith saw flash through his dark brown eyes when he stepped away from them.

Keith is going to get Lance his flowers, and flowers that won’t die on him. He will.

Anything to get that smile on his face again.

———

“Keith, it’s four in the goddamn morning.”

“Allura if you help me I’ll get you those caf cookies you like every day for a month.”

That gives her pause. “The coffee caramel one? That’s always gone before I get up?”

“Yep,” Keith says, grinning despite his frustration. Got her. Allura would do anything short of human sacrifice to get those cookies.

“���Make it two months.”

“What?” Keith protests immediately. “That’s sixty whole days!”

“I’m getting more and more tired by the second, Gyeong.”

“Alright, alright, Jesus. You’ll get your cookie, you tyrant.”

She hums. There’s a creaking noise in the background, like she’s shuffling around, then the unmistakable sound of a thump and muffled cursing.

Keith shoves his knuckles into his mouth to keep from cackling. “Did you fall, you dumbass?”

“Fuck off. Mention it again and the deal is off.”

“Alright, alright,” Keith says,holding up his hands in surrender even though she can’t see it. (One can never be too sure with Allura. Sometimes it’s like she’s a fuckin’ witch, or something. She knows all.)

“Anyways, dorkus. Why’d you call me in the dead of the fucking night?”

Keith sobers quickly, frustration building back up when he catches a glance at his supplies. He takes a deep breath. “So, you know how you’re an art major?”

There’s a beat of incredulous silence. Keith can feel her judgey look through the phone.

“No, that’s news to me, actually. Must have missed that memo on my way to class this morning.”

“Oh, piss off. You know what I meant.”

She snorts, but answers anyway. “Yes, Keith. I am aware that I’m an art major. I take it to mean you need some artistic advice?”

“Yeah,” Keith confirms. He holds up one of the canvases he’s been working on, frowning deeply. “So, I have this…project. I need to paint a really, really good — almost perfect, honestly — picture of a flower. No, a bouquet of flowers. Yeah. And —”

“You,” Allura interrupts slowly, “a physics major.”

There’s a long moment of silence — incredulous on Allura’s end, panicked on Keith’s.

“You need to paint a flower? For a grade?”

“I’m…applying the physical sciences of viscous fluids acting upon a dry powdered surface such as canvas,” Keith lies hastily. “Yeah. Lots of science in painting, you know.”

That’s a pretty decent excuse, if Keith says so himself. And he does! He’s found that if he just throws out enough science words into one sentence, and uses the words ‘acting upon’ at least once, then people usually just go along with it. It has yet to fail on him before, at least.

“This is about Lance, isn’t it.”

Of fucking course Allura’s annoyingly smart ass can see right through him.

Keith scoffs. And then he scoffs again, and again, and every time it sounds just a touch more hysterical. “Ha! I don’t — ha! How ridiculous! Me, painting a picture of a flower for Lance, because he gets sad when cut flowers die! I would never — preposterous! Outlandish! Unbelievable, even! I —”

“You just let me know when you’re done,” Allura drawls.

Keith sputters. “I — you! What!”

“Look,” she says, faux-gently. “Please take full offense to this.”

“I probably will,” Keith grumbles. Allura has no problem plowing right on.

“There is not a soul on this campus who isn’t well aware that you are atrociously down bad for Lance.”

“I — yes there is! That’s fuckin’ — private information! How do you know that?!”

“You look at him like he’s the sun, dude. It’s as sweet as it is sickening, truly.”

Keith wants to fight that. He does. He’s kept his feelings for Lance under lock and key, thanks. Allura is talking out of her ass.

But then he looks down at his canvas and half-finished painting, and —

Oh.

Well.

“…Okay,” Keith admits, cheeks flaming. “So I get a little moon-eyed occasionally. Can you blame me?”

Allura chuckles. “No. Lance is cute as hell. You’re lucky I’m a lesbian or you would have some serious competition with that boy, let me tell you.”

“Thank Thor for that, then.”

“Damn right. Anyway. Details, Horatio. You’re painting him a flower?”

Keith sighs. He knows it’s incriminating as hell, but he truly can’t help himself. “Yeah. We were looking at flowers a couple days ago, and he was just so happy to see them, y’know? I suggested he should bring a couple back to his dorm but he said he got sad when they died, so. I’m painting him some that won’t die.”

“That is the gayest damn thing I’ve ever heard.”

Keith flushes. “Yeah, yeah. Shut up. Can you help me or not?”

“Well, I won’t be painting it for you.”

“I know that! I just — I don’t know what I’m doing, ‘Llura. How the hell do I shape it right? What’s the deal with shading? How come half the colours look smudgy and brush hairs keep getting stuck in the paint? What —”

“Alright, deep breath,” Allura interjects. Keith listens. “Good.” Her voice softens. “He’s gonna love it, y’know? He loves you just as much as you love him — and don’t give me that ‘what if he doesn’t like me back’ shit,” she scolds, before he can protest. “Okay? He’s one of your closest friends. He’s going to appreciate the gesture regardless.”

“I know,” Keith says, exhaling deeply. “I know. But still. Help me?”

“Yeah, yeah. I got you.”

———

Keith takes a deep breath, glancing down at the gift bag he’s holding. It’s not too late, really. He can ding dong ditch. That way Lance can get the painting — and the stupid sappy letter Keith wrote him — and Keith can avoid the whole mortifying ordeal of being known or whatever.

Yeah. Yeah, that’s what he’ll do. He can confess his undying love another time, right? Lance doesn’t need to know now. Keith can suffer in silence. He’s gone this far —

“Keith! Hi! I tried to wait for you to know but you took too long. Come in!”

Lance beams at him, dorm room door opened wide, stepping to the side to usher Keith in.

Curse him and his stupid bat ears. Of course he heard Keith’s heartbeat through the door, or something.

“Hey, Lance.” He accepts Lance hug, squeezing tightly and inhaling smell of sunscreen and lavender.

The smell makes him brave, makes him bold.

“I, uh, I brought you something.”

Lance’s grin only gets wider. “I was hoping that was for me.” He makes grabby hands towards the bag. “Gimme!”

It will be fine, it will be fine, it will be fine, Keith chants to himself as Lance tosses the decorative paper — ‘decorative paper’ being old homework because Keith has no idea where the hell he’s supposed to buy fancy gift paper — behind him, digging into the bag. He stills as he pulls out the canvas. He’s absolutely silent as he looks at it, face completely blank.

Keith cracks.

“I know it’s kind of ugly. I mean, I tried, and Allura tried to help, but I’m kind of a hopeless painter —”

Lance still makes no face, long fingers just tracing the bulky painting.

“— I tried to use your favourite colours! The blue and the red and the purple —”

Lance makes a choked noise. Keith can’t tell if it’s good or not; and it makes him a great deal more frantic.

“—peonies are your favourite, right? And you like dandelions too so I thought —”

“Keith,” Lance finally says, hoarse and quiet. “I —”

“There’s a letter, too, and — oh.” The letter is clasped tightly in Lance’s hand. “You’ve already read it. Cool. Awesome. It’s —”

“Keith —”

“It doesn’t have to be a big deal, right? I mean —”

“Keith —”

Keith forces himself to breathe properly. He is not successful. He’s not quite hyperventilating, but by God he is on his way.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I’ll just dip and you text me whenever —”

“Keith!” Lance shouts. “I’m going to kiss you now. On the mouth.”

By the time that sentence registers in Keith’s brain, sunshine and lavender overwhelms his senses, soft, smooth lips pressed insistently to his. Lance’s cool fingers press the sides of his neck, a gentle but insistent pressure.

“Oh,” Keith breathes.

“I love you too, dumbass,” Lance whispers against his lips. “God I love you.“

“That’s — okay.”

He feels Lance’s smile.

Because it is pressed. Against his lips.

Holy shit.

“That’s okay?“ “Yeah. Yeah. I — love you too. Lots.”

Lance laughs. “Enough to hand paint me flowers that will never die.” He presses another kiss to Keith’s lips.

It feels like springtime.

———

based on this post

[possiblysentientmoss]

Might’ve done a thing and added a second chapter to Braiding Time…

Braiding Time (2916 words) by PossiblySentientMoss Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith and Shiro are brothers - Relationship Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron) Additional Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Happy, Soft Keith/Lance (Voltron), Hair Braiding, Tall Lance (Voltron), smol keith, Older brother Shiro being as older brother as he can be, Lance (Voltron) Has Freckles Summary: Lance volunteers (Read: puppy eye guilts) Keith into letting him braid his hair. It’s just fluff.

[an0nwr1tes]

Galtean Klance you have my heart-

Thinking about Galra Keith who’s slowly becoming more and more Galra and developing weird habits that he just isn’t sure how to deal with and Lance who’s reeling from the fact that he’s now Altean and having no idea what that means or how to deal with it so he set all his attention on Keith.

Lance who’s helping Keith deal with all the weirdness of being half Galra by hesitantly going along with everything Keith needs, because the last he screamed when Keith dropped a freshly killed animal in his lap Keith just looked so sad, and ignoring Allura and Coran as they try showing Lance more about Altean’s.

Lance and Keith’s alien discovery’s and experiences being both so similar and so so different, Lance who’s more or less been forced into this position because he died and Allura healed him and brought him back but not quite right and Keith who finally knows who he is and that he’s not weird or different he’s just Keith.

Keith’s parents loved each other, they loved him and he’s proof of that.

Lance’s death was real and he’s constantly forced to remember that when he looks in the mirror.

Lance who loves Keith and tells him that everyday, Lance who forces Keith to sit in his huge Galra form so he can brush through his fur and make it all shiny.

Keith who loves Lance and presses kisses to each mark under his eyes because he knows how hard it is for Lance to look at them sometimes, Keith who whispers “You’re beautiful,” every morning when they get up and every night before they fall asleep.

Lance who can’t stand too look at himself anymore, who freezes when he catches sight of his white hair and blue marks and has to remind himself that that him.

Keith who finally feels right when he catches sight of his reflection, the mark on his face and the fur and ears in his Galra form and wonders how he ever thought that he was anything but this.

Lance who loves Keith in any form, Keith who loves Lance in any form.

Keith who couldn’t stand his Galra form in the beginning, Lance who approached Coran and Allura for help because he wanted to show Keith that he was perfect as he was.

Keith who goes stiff at the sight of a strangely familiar Galra in the hanger when he gets back from a blade mission, Lance who smiling hesitantly and explains what he’s been doing and Keith is falling in love all over again.

Suddenly the Voltron team is forced to get used to two big Glara’s cuddling on the sofa, Allura attacked them once before they turned back in a panic.

Lance who doesn’t know how to make himself only half Galra so he end up taller than Keith.

Keith who’s all for picking up his large boyfriend and carrying him around, because that’s his boyfriend.

Lance who starts giving Keith little trinkets to keep on him and pretty little hair ties to braid his fur with.

Keith who starts cooking the hunts he brings back with them because Lance doesn’t like his things getting bloody.

Lance who’s doing so well and then he’s in the bathroom and freezes at the sight of himself.

Keith who’s doing so well and then he’s sees someone flinch at the sight of him.

Lance who promises Keith’s that it’s ok and holds his cheeks in his hands and kisses his eyelids, who stays in his Altean form so Keith can wrap himself around him and they can cuddle.

“You’re so precious, how could anyone be scared of you and your cute button nose and your fluffy paws!”

Keith who presses Lance to his chest and counts the beats of his heart with him, who runs his hands down Lance’s side and mutters.

“Can you feel that? See, you’re here with me Lance, you’re alive.”

Just Galtean Klance being each others anchors.

[riceisgood123]

Merry Klancemas!!!

I come bearing gifts 🎁 I’ve got a new fic and an illustration to go with it ☺️ It’s a super fluffy and fun Christmas fic featuring post-war engaged klance celebrating with the McClains. I really hope you enjoy if you read!!

Rating: Teen // Words: 7374 // Pairing: Klance

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61644106

Summary and closeups under the cut

“That’s good to hear.” Rosa gave him a warm smile. “I’m so happy you’ve settled back in so well.”

Keith couldn’t believe it. He was almost in the clear. He was actually going to make it through this Christmas dinner without embarrassing himself. As long as nobody brought up the—

“So when’s the wedding, huh?” Rachel interjected. “You’ve been engaged for what, over half a year now?”

Wedding… Keith bit back a sigh.

Or: The humor and fluff fest that is Keith spending Christmas with the McClains. Featuring post-war engaged Klance.