#keith is just in love
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Lance keeling down to propose very romantically probably in public:
Keith falling over seemingly all on his own:
Lance:
Lance: you good, babe?
Keith, pulling them both up to their feet: yeah, why?
Lance: ????because you face planted into the ground??
Keith: I thought you fell over. I didn't want you to be embarrassed.
Lance:
Lance: I love you so much pls have my kids
#klance#keith is just in love#lance is a romantic dont fight me on this#voltron#keith kogane#lance: if you dont marry me rn im jumping off this bridge#keith: i would jump with you#everybody: pls stfu and be gay somewhere else. im trying to have lunch#RIgHt iN fRoNt oF My sALAd
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in some other realm, you are waiting for me
#klance#Voltron#vld#art#Keith kogane#Lance McClain#my art#guys pleeeeeas listen to the inspo song on this one#Sarah kinsley is a phenomal artist and you will love it for one#but for two it informs the piece!!#not to over explain my work but Lance coping with the million ‘what if’s…#like if he had just said or done something different would Keith have stayed…….
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does keith kogane actually have rizz or is lance just insane
#loud incorrect buzzer: theyre both insane and neither of them has rizz#theyre just intense and in love#lance mcclain#keith kogane#klance#vld#voltron#voltron legendary defender#ryudoesart
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sometimes family is a regular man, his surprisingly smart (and capricious) cat, his phoenix husband, the antichrist, an amorphous slime boy, a nature sprite, a gnome, a wyvern, a shapeshifter, a yeti, a much older and more powerful nature sprite, and her girlfriend the mayor
#void keith talks#gods i love The House In The Cerulean Sea and Somewhere Beyond The Sea so fucking much. they're my new favorite books#they nearly brought me to tears like. eight times. which is definitely saying something cuz i almost never actually cry at media i consume#they're good. they're SO good. honest!!!#wasn't quite sure why the first one resonated with me so much until i opened Somewhere Beyond The Sea and the dedication was-#“this is for the trans community” and i was like OH. so THAT'S why i liked the first book so much#also i just fucking love all of TJ Klune's books that i've read so far#his writing style? FANTASTIC. even in the different genres he's written. he just has such an excellent writing voice#the house in the cerulean sea book#somewhere beyond the sea book#the house in the cerulean sea#somewhere beyond the sea#the house in the cerulean sea book tj klune#somewhere beyond the sea tj klune#at my heart i am a book nerd so obviously i have to post about it sometimes#cerulean chronicles#linus baker#arthur parnassus#and the baker-parnassus children (and the powerful sapphic women are also part of the baker-parnassus family)#AND CALLIOPE! i can't believe i forgot calliope the cat. please forgive me#bookblr#tj klune books
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Klance fanfic authors: DID SOMEBODY SAY MUTUAL PINING
#i’m sorry#I love mutual pining actually#it was just funny#vld#klance#voltron#ao3#fanfic#keith kogane#lance mcclain#voltron legendary defender#fandom#fandom things#mutual pining#meme
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“Casual” by Chappel Roan except it’s klance and Keith is“knee deep in the passenger seat” of a lion.
#lance hearing rumors he’s just the guy that Keith bangs on his bunk#Keith saying no attachments as if that’s something Lance is capable of#he’s telling pidge and hunk it’s casual now#“dumb love i love being stupid#dream of us in a year#maybe we’d have an appartment#BUT ITS LOVERBOY LANCE#and keith wants to not be casual but he thinks lance won’t want to be official#ahhhhh#should i write the fic?#klance#lance x keith#keith x lance#lance mcclain#keith kogane#voltron#chappell roan#casual
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(it's a continuation of previous posts about the calendar)
For March Lance voted to do some tree hugging and grass touching in a constantly busy world of trying to pass exams and earn money and they had a picnic for an entire day. Keith wholeheartedly agreed, but also felt like it’s way too cheesy. Still, Lance didn’t even have to win him over with sushi. Sushi was just a nice surprise. When Lance reports back to Hunk how his Saturday went using the phrase "dancing underneath the moonlight", Hunk opts out of the details. Lance tries to explain it’s not an euphemism, but Hunk just politely reminds him he can keep speaking just. No. Details. (he does that a lot when Lance starts gushing about Keith)
#klance#voltron legendary defender#i am not 100 percent sure if this is the scene that started the keith loving sushi thing in dance au#but there is one where lance is all snakey alluring mating dance#and keith ignores him with a smirk popping another roll into his mouth and that just says so much#food over boys#(but he is actually smirking because he is being served a feast for free)#i know most of you dont know anything about dance au thats not the point#but also if i stop adding captions to the calendar pieces imma sorry it was hard to figure out how to describe what i meant#it was either something like this or more words or even less and i dont know which would be more confusing
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another beautiful day on the hairy dyke pits website and a jolly fuck you to fuckin like. I bet his name is Trent or something
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thinking about klance.
keith who is always left behind and abandoned, either voluntarily or not. keith who has trouble trusting people and talking to people and getting along with people and-…keith having trouble with people in general. keith who is used to fending for himself and not relying on anyone bc the two (2) times he’s done that, his parents and shiro (died, left, disappeared), didn’t end well. keith who despite finding shiro again couldn’t help the gap forming between them as his brain and heart insist that something will happen again and shiro being here isn’t permanent. keith being proven right in season 2/3 and being left alone again.
lance who is SO trusting that he comes across as a bit naive. lance who worked hard to get where he is, who studied and practiced day and night to be at the top of the class. lance who always fell short and just missed the cut and ended up a cargo pilot. lance who only excelled once keith was gone but was stuck living in his shadow. despite the fact that iverson was mean to keith, keith was his favorite student and iverson always held a grudge for lance taking his place and was downright cruel to him at times. lance who started a rivalry w keith in his head bc he was determined to prove that he could be better than keith. lance who was moved from blue to red paladin, following after keith yet again. lance who worked hard to prove that he was worthy of being red paladin but always failing bc he was never keith, he was never good enough.
klance who found what they lacked in each other. lance who was there for keith when it seemed like the universe was crumbling down around him. lance who stood by keith’s side and told him what he needed to hear, supporting him being leader and helping lead the team together. keith seeing lance as an equal and relying on him the way lance relied on him. keith who was loved and supported by someone who never left, lance who was seen for who he was and who never doubted him or his place on the team. klance who turned on each other.
keith who turned into what he hated and leaving lance behind. lance who saw keith as weak and selfish for leaving him the team behind. keith who came back to a lance who was so angry and upset, but who never left his side bc lance was just Like That. lance who was so hurt and upset, who said cruel things in the vacuum of space, but keith never saw him as less for it, who never got angry enough to hurt lance back.
at the end of everything, lance searching for keith to sit at his side as they watched the sunset bc lance will always be at keith’s side. keith who told lance how relieved he was and hopeful bc he knows what lance is capable of and how much he needs him. klance being what the other needs, holding each other’s heart in their hands but never taking the opportunities to crush each other. lance who never left keith behind, keith who never saw lance as less despite the vitriol he spat at times.
#soulmates#idk if i articulated my thought well enough#but it is what it is#i just wanted to get this down#they are exactly what the other needs#they could be each others downfall but they love each other too much to do so#lance who could prove to keith that his mind is right - that keith is doomed to be alone. that everyone will always leave him.#keith who could prove to lance that his mind is right - that lance will NEVER be good enough for anyone. that hes unworthy of veneration#klance who could utterly destroy one another and have enough reason to but never doing so#theyre on like a dangerous precipace but their love for one another is enough to keep them from falling to their doom#does this make them two sides of the same coin? kinda right?#lance mcclain#keith kogane#klance#vld#voltron#voltron legendary defender#chracter analysis#does this make sense#angst#klangst#but also not#but also yes#keith angst#lance angst
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“Keith, I need a favour.”
Keith stops in his tracks. Slowly, he sets down the helmets he’s holding, freeing his hands, then holds the phone out in front of him. He ponders it carefully.
“I could throw you into the sea,” he says to it. He does some quick calculations. If he drives to the nearest seafront now, he will be approximately twenty-three hours late to his date with Lance by the time he gets back. However, if he skips the fanfare and drops his phone into the disgusting oil-filled puddle right next to him, he can proceed to his date on schedule.
“Decisions, decisions,” he muses. Fanfare is important. Dropping his phone into a puddle is whatever. It’s derivative. But dropping his phone into the North Atlantic…now that is revolutionary.
“Fucksake. Keith,” sighs the voice coming from the phone. “If you don’t answer me, I am going to change the Netflix password.”
Keith frowns. “Hey.”
“Thank you,” says Shiro emphatically, “you brat.”
“Netflix is sacred,” Keith protests. “You can’t joke about the Netflix. I am a delicate orphan, Shiro. What will happen to me if my primary care figure breaks his promises? I’ll regress and act out and end up in prison. Do you want me to end up in prison?”
“A little, honestly.”
“Gasp, Shiro. Gasp. How dare.”
“I think you should consider a degree in the dramatic arts.”
“I think you should eat my farts.” Keith snickers. “Hey, that rhymed.”
Shiro sighs, long and loud, and Keith can practically see the smile twitching on his face. “Where did I go wrong. Truly. To think I tried to raise an upstanding young man, respectful to his elders, happy to help when needed. Shame that you’re a gremlin and a changeling.”
Keith rolls his eyes. “Blah blah. Get to begging for my help. I have places to be, old man. A new jacket Adam bought me to wear in front of pretty people. Well, one pretty person. Anyways.”
“God, you’re whipped,” Shiro says, and Keith ignores that because if he doesn’t he’ll combust. “You and Lance going out?”
Keith tucks his phone between his ear and his shoulder, picking the helmets back up and continuing his walk to his bike. “Yep.”
“Where’re you going?”
“Dinner at Caribella. It’s an excuse for a ride, really. Maybe walk around downtown for a bit.”
“Sounds fun. How much more fun would it be with your little sister, huh?”
Keith stops for the second time. He can see Red maybe fifty metres away. He looks at her mournfully.
“So close,” he despairs quietly, then turns back to his phone. “Not super fun, Shiro. Since she’s, you know. A year old. And a date is something you traditionally do with your boyfriend. Alone.”
Shiro makes a weirdly strangled noise halfway between a laugh and a stressed croak. “Well! The thing is.”
Keith waits. No thing is listed.
“Shiro.”
“It’s no big deal! Really.”
“Oh? I guess I’ll just hang up, then —”
“It’s just that Adam and I are at his sister’s, right, and —”
“There we go.”
“And we have a sitter. Obviously. All is well. Except, you know. The storm forecast. And everything.”
“And you’re four hours away with a car that you haven’t put snow tires on yet,” Keith surmises. He looks forlornly at his bike, sitting all pretty in her parking spot, freshly polished red paint gleaming under the fluorescent lights of the parking garage. So, so close. “You dumbass.”
“The forecast was clear this morning!”
“You’re a dad! You’re supposed to know these things!”
“Well!”
“Can’t the sitter just — stay? Overnight, or something?”
He feels bad. Any other day, he’d be happy to have Hana over, or go stay over there. He does it all the time. Hana is the coolest. He has no idea how she’s the daughter of the two biggest goobers he knows. Hell, he’s already got plans to watch her this Thursday, so Adam and Shiro can go to their old person museum date thing.
But he has plans tonight.
Fuck.
“She’s sixteen, Keith,” Shiro explains, sighing. Keith envisions his brother slumped against a wall somewhere, rubbing over the scar on his nose. “She’s too young for that. She’s Adam’s friend’s daughter, and she’s a sweetheart, but she’s got school. She can’t be responsible for a baby overnight.”
“No, I — I figured.” He drags his free hand down his face. “You need me to go over there?”
“Yeah. Mara – the sitter – can’t drive yet. Her parents are coming to get her in an hour.”
Shiro’s voice is quiet, subdued. He sounds guilty. Keith hates when Shiro is guilty. He covers his hand over the phone so Shiro can’t hear, screams a little, breathes deeply, then forces a smile wide enough that it will bleed into his voice. Hopefully.
“It’s fine, Shiro. Seriously. Lance and I’ll reschedule, Hana and I will make sure to fuck up your Netflix profile. All is well.”
“Thank you, Keith. I owe you.”
It is a dire thing when Shiro doesn’t complain about Keith messing up his Netflix profile. Once, three years ago, Keith forgot to switch the TV in their living room and watched some Hallmark movie as he sketched, just to make noise in the background. Shiro made snide comments about his taste for three months, because he’s a pretentious indie loser who watches shit like Empire unironically.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll start a tab.”
That, thankfully, makes Shiro snort. “Brat.” He brightens. Keith can almost hear the ding of a lightbulb going off in his head. “Hey, I know it’s dorky, but maybe you and Lance can still go on your date! Me and Adam used to when you were little, in the old apartment.”
Keith furrows his brows. “What, like when you marathoned Lord of the Rings on the shitty futon and ordered the greasiest pizza known to man? That’s not a date.”
“Is so! We enjoyed it, you had pizza so you weren’t having a tantrum, what else could we need?”
“You guys have been weird old people your whole entire life. Did you know that?”
“Only because you aged me. You pain. Anyways. Go pick up my daughter, or you can stay at our place. Minivan keys are where they always are. I gotta go. Love you, kiddo.”
“Ugh. Love you too.” He hangs up, blowing a raspberry at the phone. “Minivan keys are where they always are, he says. What a soccer mom.”
He stares, hands on his hips, at his bike.
What to do, what to do.
He really doesn’t want to cancel on Lance. It’s been a couple days since they’ve seen each other, because Lance’s job hates him. Plus, Hana isn’t very fussy. It’s kind of dweeby and embarrassing, but. Well. Lance likes kids. So it could be fine, honestly.
“Hana first,” Keith decides, nodding to himself. He lifts the seat compartment under the bike and shoves the extra blue helmet in, strapping on his own and starting Red up. To bring Lance to Shiro’s for an embarrassing old person date, or to cancel. That is the question.
Eh. He’ll decide on the ride.
— — —
He does not decide on the ride.
“What do you think,” he asks his sister, lips pursed. She gurgles happily at him from her high chair, shaking her soggy-Cheerio-covered fist at him. “I mean, you go to bed in a couple hours. So it’s not like it’s pure babysitting.”
“Abdalalala,” she says, which Keith translates to mean actually, now that I know you want me to sleep, I will spend tonight completely resistant to sleep, as karma. Enjoy.
“That’s rude,” he informs her.
You’re batshit, says the Pidge that lives in his brain. Also, quit procrastinating.
“Ugh,” he says, out loud. He pulls out his phone and hesitates over Lance’s contact.
to: lance <3
hey you like kids right
from: lance <3
oh my god
from: lance <3
keith, are you…
from: lance <3
pregnant??????
Keith laughs.
to: lance <3
you are not funny
from: lance <3
i’m hilarious actually it’s a tragedy
from: lance <3
i carry the burden of knowing i am solely responsible for my friends’ good humour
from: lance <3
heavy is the head that wears the crown. pensive face emoji solidarity fist emoji broken heart emoji
Keith refuses to dignify that with an answer. Also, he has been informed by Lance’s best friend that if he ignores the emoji bit it will go away eventually. So far it’s been going strong for three months, though, so Keith’s not certain. He can only hope Hunk is correct.
from: lance <3
anyways yah i like kids why
to: lance <3
how much cooler and charming would i be if i picked you up in a minivan. with my sister
from: lance <3
aw, keith!
from: lance <3
to be coolER and MORE charming you have to be cool and charming to begin with :)
from: lance <3
and you are a dweeb 💖
from: lance <3
sounds good tho
from: lance <3
Bring Forth The Child
from: lance <3
oh also bring forth burritos on ur way over
from: lance <3
i’m hungry
Hana yells and bangs on her tray. When Keith looks up, she lobs a Cheerio at him. It hits him squarely between the eyes.
“You’re right,” he says sagely, peeling it off and flicking it back at her. She shrieks in joy. “I cannot let this shit slide. I cannot simply allow myself to be roasted, Hana. I must have self respect.”
She blows a raspberry at him and bangs harder on her tray. Baby conversations are, honestly, riveting.
“Exactly, squirt. You get it. Let’s get cleaned up and go, hm?”
— — —
He picks up burritos on the drive.
Hana laughs at him.
— — —
He’s hardly pulled up in front of Lance’s apartment building when a blur streaks across the front walkway, yanking open the van’s side door.
“Oh, hell-o, precious darling!” gasps Keith’s boyfriend, tumbling into the backseat and slamming my the door shut behind him. “Hi, Hana! Hi hi hi! Aren’t you the bestest ever? You are!”
Hana, evidently pleased with the attention, babbles something incomprehensible and pats Lance’s cheek. He melts, babbling something so quickly it’s equally incomprehensible and shaking her hand. Keith watches, torn between endeared and affronted.
“Hello, boyfriend I have not seen in days,” he deadpans. “Yes, I missed you also. No, I don’t mind at all that you leave me to wither away, alone, in the front seat. Excellent chat.”
“You have a very very grumpy brother, don’t you, Hana,” Lance coos. His shoulders shake with held back laughter.
“Lance, get your ass in the front.”
“But I’m meeting the baby!”
“She is not going anywhere! Meet her at home! You turd!”
“Name-calling is not very nice,” retorts Lance primly, crawling over the console and finally settling in the passenger seat. “What kind of example are you setting, huh?”
He leans over the armrest once he’s buckled in and kisses Keith gently, cradling his hand against his jaw and tilting their heads together. He smells, as he always does, of flowers and sunshine, and Keith sighs as he sinks into the softness of him, the curve of his smile and nip of his teeth.
“Hi,” Keith murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his chin, and then squarely on the mouth again.
“Hi,” Lance responds, a little breathless, grinning widely. His hair is damp and curling at the edges. He’s left out his contacts for the night and the gold lenses match the gold flecks in his brown eyes. Everything he’s wearing is stolen right from Keith’s closet, except his socks, which are bright purple and covered in obnoxiously orange weiner dogs. Keith is so in love with him that the intensity of it embarrasses him, and he pulls away, face red, very interested suddenly in adjusting is rearview mirror.
Lance, knowing, only smiles.
“These are for you,” he says gruffly, shoving the paper takeout bag at Lance’s chest. Lance wastes no time digging through and shoving half of one in his face.
“Aw, baby,” he says, mouth completely full. “You’re literally the best. Sweet, attentive, manipulable, obsessed with me. Everything I intended when I did the love spell on you.”
Keith eyes Lance from his peripherals. He’s digging through his patched backpack, face completely serene. Keith is reminded of the actual sigil he has tattooed on his ankle. (He’s very familiar with it. It’s often right at eye level. Hard to miss, really.)
“…You’re a strange, strange man.”
“Anyways!” Lance continues, visibly gleeful. Keith reminds himself to focus on the goddamn road and remember his sister is watching with her giant wide eyes in the backseat, probably committing all his embarrassing actions to memory to report to Adam the second she is capable of speech. “I brought lots of movies. Mostly Jurassic Park, but also some educational stuff for the baby. Ghostbusters, High School Musical, you know. All that good stuff. And I stashed popcorn behind your microwave last time I slept over so we’re set for snacks.”
“Oh, we’re going to my brother’s place, actually, ‘cause Hana’s more comf— wait, behind the microwave? Why behind?”
“Wait, wait, hold on. We’re not going to your place?”
“No,” Keith says carefully. “I have some baby stuff in my apartment, but not a lot. Plus, Shiro has a better T.V. and also Adam just bought Moose Tracks. So.” He slows to a stop at a red light, noting Lance’s odd expression. “That okay?”
Lance screws up his face for a second, thinking. “I’m pretty sure? As long as there’s an extra toothbrush there. I have one at your place so I didn’t bother bringing one. And I guess I can survive a night without my face serum, but if I get one single wrinkle we’re beefing.”
“You’re not gonna get a stupid wrinkle,” Keith grouches. “And why would you get pissy if you get a wrinkle? We’re gonna get them eventually, and you —”
“‘We’?” Lance teases. “You gonna grow old with me? Gonna marry me someday, Kogane?”
“—can even use Shiro’s face stuff, anyway, I’m sure it’s the same.” Keith clears his throat. “And plus —”
His voice cracks horribly. Lance makes a valiant effort to keep his giggles to himself, but as Keith face continues to get hotter and hotter he loses control and laughs, head thrown back, adam’s apple bobbing with every hitched breath. His laughter sets Hana off, too, both of them encouraging each other’s ridiculousness until they’re as red as Keith is, gasping for breath.
“I hate it here,” Keith mutters darkly. “I’m turning around and bringing you back. You’re the worst. Why do I go out with you.”
Lance, barely recovered, makes kissy faces at him. “Because you want to maaaarrryyyyy meeeee, you think I’m seeeeexxxyyyyy, you want to kiiiiisssss meeeee —”
He cuffs Lance in the back of his head, pretending to check his blindspot and ignoring Lance’s cries of spousal abuse. “I actually just want you to watch Miss Congeniality twelve percent less often. For your own mental health.”
“Lies and slander! Peddling of falsehoods! Perjury and defamation!”
“I’m burning your thesaurus.”
“And now threats! Hana, you shall be my witness! I will testify against you in court! You will be jailed! I will visit you twice monthly!”
“That’s the second person today who wants me in jail,” Keith comments, pulling into Shiro’s driveway. “You’d visit me even if you put me in there?”
“Well, duh. Have to make sure you don’t go around kissing cute criminal boys or I will become a cute criminal boy.”
“Right, of course. I should have known.”
“You should have, yes.” Lance leans over and kisses him on the forehead with an exaggerated ‘mwah’ noise. “But it’s okay, I like ‘em a little dumb.”
“Help me get the diaper bag, goober,” Keith snorts, shoving him away. “I want to get inside so I can have a burrito before you eat them all.”
———
Lance was not kidding about High School Musical.
Obviously.
“Do you want her to grow up with no understanding of community, Keith,” he scolds, and pays no mind when Keith replies, “Well, she has a family, dude, so I’m not worried.”
They watch the stupid musical.
Keith is horribly endeared by Lance’s extensive knowledge of the choreography. Lance is horribly appalled at Keith’s ignorance. Hana is intrigued, mind body and soul, by every scene with Sharpay Evans. Keith assumes this will be a problem for Adam in the near future, and resolves to make that problem worse.
All this to say he’s having a very embarrassing night, in terms of mushy thoughts and feelings.
“I can’t wait to have kids of my own someday,” Lance sighs, a very sleepy Hana tucked into the crook of his arm. He watches her, soft, and Keith pauses with a DVD held loose in his hand, enraptured, because there’s a curve to Lance’s smile that he’s never seen before, and suddenly his left hand looks bare. “I know it’s supposed to be stressful and everything, but I used to force Hunk to play house with me when we were kids. Literally every day. And when my neice and nephew were born I hogged them all the time, even when they were screaming. I dunno. Being a parent sounds awesome. You get to…like…grow a person. It’s like growing a plant but a bajillion times better, probably.”
“Yeah,” says Keith, softly, and without meaning to he’s thinking of Shiro’s tired smile and the gentle hand Adam lays on the back of his neck, of their door that was always open for Keith’s nightmares, of Shiro’s clothes ruffling as he slid to the floor and sat for hours as Keith screamed himself hoarse and cried for a mother who left. Of Adam’s boiling pots and gentle hands as he guided Keith around a chopping knife. Of both Shiro’s choked-off sobs and Adam’s right embrace as Keith came back, thirteen, in the middle of the night, scared and no longer angry, and their quiet I’m so glad you’re safe. Thank you for coming back. “Yeah, family is important.”
Lance hums. He’s quiet long enough that Keith looks up, realising for the first time his gaze has been locked, unseeing, on the pictures on the wall, of Shiro and Adam and the two of them together and with Keith and with Hana and with Keith and Hana. Lance is watching him, quiet, dark eyes knowing, Hana finally asleep in his arms, beautiful and strong and everything Keith has ever wanted, suddenly, at once.
“I love you,” he blurts.
Lance smiles. “I’ve noticed.”
“Oh, you dickhead.”
“I’m saying it back!” Lance says, snickering, free hand held up in surrender. Keith walks over and slots their fingers together, squeezing slightly, leaning in and holding, a second, a hair’s breadth away from Lance’s mouth, watching his lips part, feeling the heat of his breath. His words are breathless, near silent, mouthed as much as spoken. “You changed my life, you know. I made you chase me because I thought it was funny, but — I made Hunk get me your number from Pidge the night I left the bar. I was going to text you if your brother’s tweet didn’t go viral and cement your dorkiness for eternity.”
“That’s a lotta words to say ‘I love you’, dorkbrain.”
“I know. You make me nervous.”
“You never get nervous.”
“I do with you.”
“Yeah?”
They’re so close now that their lips brush with every word, and Lance is grinning, eyes crinkled and lashes fluttering against Keith’s cheeks, and Keith has a hand careful on Hana’s head so he doesn’t crush her and is smiling just as wide. Cheesy, dorky, corny, and everything Keith wished for after every romance novel he’d steal, fooling no one, from Adam’s shelf and read long after bedtime.
“Yeah. ‘Cause I love you. Even though you’re a dweebus and a simp.”
He is, really, because he lets Lance get away with that, kissing him to shut him up, to feel his laughter right up close. It’s sparks flying and warmth spreading and heart slowing, and in the gentle darkness of the night.
It’s the promise of more to come.
#i just love writing simp keith genuinely. ANS FIRST LANCE APPEARANCE IN THE HANA VERSE#vld#voltron#keith#keith kogane#klance#lance#lance mcclain#established klance#soft klance#whipped keith#broganes#keith & shiro#dad shiro#hana shirogane#baby hana#hana verse#my writing#longpost#banter
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Keith: “For some reason Lance has been way more… clumsy than usual?”
Pidge: “He’s doing it on purpose.”
Keith: “…”
Keith: “Oh, I see”
This is the 4th time he’s “caught” Lance this week.
Lance just wants the attention he deserves :’(
Keith: “He could just ask-”
Ref:
I’m so tired, I need to stop drawing so late into the night…
#dw guys#Keith is just tired#Keith loves his boyfriend#lover boy just wants to be loved by a boy#he wants to feel like a pretty princess#dramatic Lance#voltron legendary defender#keith kogane#voltron#lance mcclain#fanart#klance#vld fanart#vld keith#vld lance#klance headcanon#vld headcanons#headcanon#vld pidge#pidge gunderson#pidge holt#katie holt#art
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will you break and take all the words from my mouth?
#klance#voltron#vld#keith kogane#lance mcclain#IM BITING RIPPING AND TEARING#THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE SONG I PROMISED.#THE LANCE SONG.#i will literally guarantee satisfaction if you just go listen#not to mention its a fucking banger in general#it gets a fucking 99% klance match score. it has tension. some resentment. lots of love. overwhelming everything. god#this comic would be like right around the beat drop at 2 min btw.#me finally putting lance thru it for once instead of keith LOL#tumblr user heynhay be like STORYTELLING THROUGH COLOR CAN WE USE THE PALETTE TO BUILD THE NARRATIVE PLEASE!!!#BUT BACK TO THE SONG#IT HAS EVERYTHING. EVEN REFERENCES TO BOOTS. LONG HAIR. OUTDATTED 80s FASHION.#REFERENCES TO BEING RUDE TO THEM IN ORDER TO GET THEIR ATTENTION.#REFERENCES TO BEING ANGRY BC YOU CANT STOP THINKING ABT THEM#i unironicallyt must have listened to this one hundreds of times on loop while drawing this. enjoy.#art#my art#btw keith is explaining some deranged shit hes like: (with big sparkly anime eyes) do you wanna go build a pipe bomb and blow up that bldng
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Halloween time I guess
An alt greyscale version (my fav) and some coraline pidge + classic werewolf Keith & vamp Lance
#omfg this shading almost killed me#this was supposed to be werewolf Keith fanart but it end up looking just like him#which brings us to the obvious conclusion#btw absolutely inspired by some werewolf Keith fics I love love#angels that follow my personal blog (madness) already new abt this one#please leave me n my messy shading alone btw I’m NOT trynna go clean#I also have no idea what I’m doing so there’s that too#I wanted to draw everyone together but again I forgot it was Halloween n had to finish everything in less than a day#keith kogane#klance#fanart#crimsonconstlart#voltron#voltron fanart#halloween#halloween art#pidge gunderson#pidge fanart#lance mcclain#artists on tumblr#voltron legendary defender#I do kinda hate this ngl#still fire tho
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And I Present you…
Will Solace being an Absolute Mad Man
Rip quality
rip me at school in 8 hours
I love this boi so much tho
he would freak out about Voltron
I love him <333
#will solace#nico di angelo#pjo#pjo hoo toa#pjo fandom#own art#solangelo#nico pjo#pjo nico#my art#PJO will#will pjo#William Andrew Solace#will being a nerd#I love him so much#he would love Voltron#voltron#Keith Kogane#Keith Kogan#william solace#vld#will solace fanart#will x nico#nico x will#will would love Voltron#You can’t change my mind#he just would
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boy grows up without a woman in his life and grows to despise every woman he meets
#keith kogane#voltron#vld#voltron legendary defender#vld fanart#klance#klance fanart#voltron legendary disappointment#i love the idea keith has NO idea how to act around women#orphan AND gay!?? DOUBLE WHAMMY#keith just doesn’t understand women and he doesn’t want to
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Just a little sketch as a thank you for support so far!!
Linktr.ee/mezzy
#klance#voltron legendary defender#lance mcclain#voltron#keith kogane#laith#mezzy cuddlers#as sofia said getting squished is a kove language#and you can see how much Keith loves lance by how much he lets himself be squished#why do i feel like posting sketches like this is shameful.... what did that to me#lol#art is just for fun and making people smile#and like insoiring deep thoughts and questioning life#but thats not the point rn#i hope you enjoy even if its not all rendered and shiny
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