#happy birthday lance!!!

[vldlance]

naptime 💤

[bleh1bleh2]

Jackbox shirt (with friends)

[shatterinseconds]

future, continued

Julance ‘23: week 4

Lance wakes up early one morning to find Keith training. The sun starts to tip over the horizon, early morning rays dancing across the ocean. Keith performs the typical hand combat training maneuvers he used to do on the castle-ship by himself, mostly late at night, and even then Lance would often find himself settling into the training room to watch, unable to sleep as well.

Lance perches himself on rock; his bare feet slide into the sand, covering up the bottom of his sweatpants. “The war’s been over for a year. It’s alright if you want to sleep late some days,” he says loud enough for Keith to hear him over the waves and seagulls. It was Keith’s idea to find a small cottage on the water, despite the fact that they do work in space more than half the year, and Lance couldn’t be happier about the location. 

Keith stops immediately, retracting from his stance. He rolls his shoulders as he looks at Lance unamused but there’s a slight quirk to his lips that Lance can see—that Lance can always see. “You know, you can just say you want to join me.”

“But that would be too easy.”

Rolling his eyes, Keith gestures. “Come on.”

Lance grins as he hops off the rock.

They don’t hold back their punches. War taught them to never show restraint even during practice. Despite the threat of battle having long since ended, it continues to take root in their bones. Maybe it will forever. A terrible souvenir really.

Keith counters his moves with practiced ease but still meets the challenge each other presents. They kick up sand as Lance blocks a punch and sidesteps a whirling kick to the ribs. Over the years they have become more evenly matched in hand-to-hand. It makes their sparring sessions much more exciting—less of Lance getting his ass handed to him after a meesely two seconds and more of actually having a chance to win, though still rarely.

Lance runs up a sand dune and back flips over Keith. Landing softly in the sand, he catches Keith, who spins around a second too late, and kicks his legs out from under him. Falling with him, Lance straddles Keith’s waist before he has the chance to stand back up. 

Whether because he’d already been training before Lance arrived or because they don’t need to sharpen their skills anymore, Keith doesn’t try to buck Lance off. Instead, he smiles in defeat—a sight that a few years ago may have rung alarm bells in Lance’s head, wondering what kind of deceptive tactic this was. But now he knows it’s more about wanting to head back home to have a proper breakfast and not waste their entire morning in the sand dunes. 

Chest heaving, Lance brushes back his sweaty curls and looks at Keith delight. He’s sprawled on the sand, just as wrecked as Lance is. Sweat glistens on his forehead, his pale skin flushed from the exercise and the sun.

“You have sand in your hair.” Lance brushes Keith’s bangs away from his eyes and traces the burn scar cutting up from his jaw.

Arching an eyebrow, Keith slides his hands up Lance’s thighs. “And whose fault is that?”

“Yours,” Lance answers immediately. “You never watch your left side.”

“It’s the only way you can beat me.”

“You mean taking advantage of your one weakness? I take pride in that. Don’t ruin this for me.”

Keith laughs, a full belly one that even Lance can feel. He wraps his arms around Lance’s neck to pull himself up slightly and kisses Lance the best he can. Lance thinks of a time when he didn’t believe he could have this, when he couldn’t be certain whether they would survive at all.

And now he’s married and owns a home and realizes that—

“We made it,” Lance says when they break apart. All of them made it, their entire team. He slowly opens his eyes to find Keith with a soft smile on his face, understanding. 

“We did.”

[abibbi]

HAPPY BIRTH LOVERBOY LANCE

(I just found out that I have a lot of my favourite characters have their birthday this July)

[badsongpetey]

Happy birthday Samurai There is an equal chance that Lance is tenderly kissing Keith or giving him a raspberry

[millkboxx]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANCE!!!

[jajanvm-imbi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BOY LANCE VOLTRON

TE AMO MI HIJO PRECIOSO TAN LINDO

🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵

[kickis-conan-king]

Being apart of the vld fandom on July 28th. (HE DESERVES IT)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANCE MCCLAIN

[mothmanavenue]

i know you, i walked with you once upon a dream

[drawmebabyblue]

Happy birthday to a singular cranky good boy 💖

[ambrosia-jpeg]

HAPPY LATE JULANCE (i forgot to post this here whoops)

[canarei]

you a fed? worse. justice league.

Happy Birthday @tbcanary!!

[mantimae]

Protector, savior, guardian, homesick teenager.

Happy birthday Lance McClain.

[shatterinseconds]

Keith dabs disinfectant across the deep gash through Lance’s eyebrow, the wound having narrowly missed blinding his left eye. “It’s going to scar,” Keith mutters, mouth stretched to the side as he concentrates.

“A sexy scar though, right?” Lance asks, fighting off a grin. It’s very difficult to stop himself from moving the muscles in his face too much, less he pulls on the cut that Keith so lovingly attends to, the healing pods still out of service after the last attack.

“Seriously?” Keith snaps his head up, lips pulled back, nose scrunched as if he can’t believe what he just heard. His gaze flickers across Lance’s face, probably wondering if Lance did end up suffering a concussion—which he did not; this is an honest question. “You get beat up, kicked, thrown, left for dead, unconscious by the time we found you, and all you care about is if it’ll be ‘sexy’?”

Lance almost laughs at how incredulous Keith is right now. His eyebrows rise high enough to completely disappear under his bangs and his eyes pop wide. But Lance controls himself in time, biting the inside of his cheek as he shrugs. “Yeah?”

“Unbelievable.”

“You not answering is not making me feel any better, dude.”

“Don’t call me dude.”

“Sorry.” Lance sighs. “You’re not making me feel better, Mullet. That’s like your one job here.” He glares as he taps his fingers on his thighs, hissing as Keith passes over one more time with the disinfectant.

“Fine, fine.” Keith lightly growls and snaps out through the heat rising on his pale cheeks. “It looks good on you. Brings out a rugged handsomeness.”

Despite everything, Lance’s smile grows, spanning past the wince of his bruised skin and exhausted body until it takes up his entire face. “You think I’m handsome.”

“Shut up.”

“No, you do! I just asked if it looked sexy. You’re the one who said I look handsome.” He stops Keith before he can bandage the gash. Catching Keith’s arm mid-air, he gently circles his fingers around Keith’s wrist and makes sure Keith only focuses on him. “You’re obsessed with me, aren’t you? You can admit it. This is a safe space.”

Keith doesn’t try to move, doesn’t try to slip out of Lance’s grasp; he remains completely still, staring and saying, “You’re the worst.”

“And you can’t get enough of me.” Lance cups Keith’s jaw as he leans forward to place a kiss on his forehead. He smiles against Keith’s hair. “Thanks for patching me up, Mullet.”

Lance leaves Keith sitting on his heels, mouth agape and confused, unable to respond. Lance will deal with the beautiful aftermath tomorrow. Today, he wants to revel in his win.

[apprentice-s]

and somewhere else lance is screaming, begging this stubborn, horrible fighter pilot to stay.

[badsongpetey]

He deserved better. Happy birthday Lance. We all hate this ep right? In addition to just being filler, it’s endless pounding on poor Lance. And there’s no way in hell that “Bob”, a possibly omniscient and all powerful god being, felt that the paladins passed his test when everyone had something lovely to say about a teammate EXCEPT Lance who was insulted. Again. I can only project that “Bob” could read Keith’s mind and knew he was doing the classic “Keith is bad at feelings”™ and was covering his love with an insult. But in a world where the writers didn’t hate Lance, this would be how the paladins truly pass the test.