#klancetober

[klanceficsthatmakemeripmyhairout]

heyy, could please help me find this fic?? i forgot to bookmark it like a fool :(, basically in order to secure an alliance, the paladins must reveal a secret each and lances is that he’s in love with keith and then it becomes an inside joke for a bit amongst the team and they end up together, i’d appreciate any help! :)

hey!! this one sounded SO FAMILIAR and of course a plot like this could only be written by miss jilliancares herself hehehe this ask single handedly brought me back from my hiatus so please enjoy <3

the art of secret telling by jilliancares

rating: general

published: 2017-10-10

completed: 2017-10-10

word count: 4,880

chapters as of october 19, 2023: [1/1]

summary: [ Lance spends a lot of time running away from everyone in hopes of hiding the fact that he's never been kissed and is also secretly in love with Keith.

(Or, the team is expected to tell their deepest secrets in order to secure an alliance and Lance decides to Not™. Which doesn't work out well.) ]

[bre-artwork]

Break from squid game AU to bring you Vampire Lance and Werewolf Keith from last year 🧛🏻‍♂️🐺

[shatterinseconds]

College party

Klancetober ‘21 week 1

Maybe it’s because midterms just ended and Keith is still riding off the adrenaline of taking four two hour tests all in the span of three days. Maybe it’s because his system is still functioning on 99% coffee and 1% actual sleep. 

Whatever the cause is, Keith really did not mean to kiss Lance. Not at a frat party and definitely not on a random Thursday night in October. 

They’re held up in some unoccupied bedroom, Keith needing to get away from the party atmosphere for a little bit and Lance obliging his wishes even though he’s the type that lives for parties. 

But here Keith is, one hand braced on Lance’s thigh as he leans in to kiss Lance, caught up in the euphoria of having his best friend and crush sitting beside him and his hot breath constantly brushing against his cheek whenever he talked.

Once reality returns, Keith hastily pulls back, wide eyed.

“Shit,” he says, snapping his body back and refusing to look at Lance. He drags a hand through his hair, harshly tugging on the strands as if the pain might wake him from the nightmare. He can only stare at the floor. The soles of his boots are wearing thin; he’ll have to find a new pair soon.

“Keith,” he hears Lance say, a little distantly but that’s only because his mind has retreated into itself, trying to ignore what happened. He ruined everything. Suddenly he feels another hand in his hair--Lance’s--that starts to untangle his own. His grip loosens, falling limp at Lance’s touch. “Keith, say what’s on your mind.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, mumbles it really, as he gathers the courage to look at Lance. When he does, Lance’s expression is gentle, curiosity shining in his eyes and a dimple forming when his mouth quirks to the left. His hair remains curled from the heat of the dancefloor, where he already worked up a sweat. Keith wants to run his hands through it, to mess it up even more. “I didn’t mean to kiss you.”

“You did. You never do anything you don’t mean.”

Keith sighs. “Alright, I didn’t mean to kiss you tonight,” he amends his previous statement.

Lance rests his head against the bed frame, watching Keith with a slowly evolving smirk. “Should have done it sooner.”

“What?” Body stiffening, Keith looks at Lance in shock, lips remaining parted. He wonders if he misheard Lance and if just being in the proximity of alcohol has muddled his brain even though he hasn’t had anything to drink. 

Rolling his eyes, Lance scoots closer. Their knees bang together, jostling Keith back into some semblance of clarity when Lance leans in. “Honestly, Keith, with how many hints I had to throw your way during our study sessions, I thought I’d grow old before you made a move.”

“You could’ve done something yourself,” Keith lightly argues back, shaking his head. Hesitantly, he lifts his hand to Lance’s face, his thumb gently brushing across the top of his cheekbone, over a spattering of freckles, and smiles when Lance leans into the touch.

“I know,” Lance admits, “But I had to make sure you wanted it too.”

“Well, I do.”

Lance laughs. He takes Keith’s hand in his own and brings it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. “Clearly.” 

They never end up returning to the party, claiming the last hours of the night for themselves and an impromptu first date.

[jiinlan]

☆ comfy autumn vibes ☆

of course these are not super good but i had lots of fun inking quickly without any plan or sketch before, it's really relaxing ♡ enjoy!

[aku-usagi]

Happy Halloween everyone! 🎃👻

Happy Halloween everyone!! It's sad we can't have any festivities this year, but I hope you all still have a spoopy day with lots of candy<3🍭

Sorry I haven't been very active ;0; I will be reopening my online store again very soon! And I will try my best to post more too b4 the year ends hehe the halloween pin will be up for pre-orders when I reopen!

[lanaeris]

stylish 💜

based on a kl picrew I made and posted on my twitter (the author is @opossauce )

[monthlyklance]

SPOOKY KLANCE WEEK 

OCT 25-31 

 Two prompts per day, use one or both!

Tag your work with #MonthlyKlance

Reblog to spread the word!

10/25: Vamp x Werewolf / Moon

10/26: Haunted House / Gothic Castle

10/27: Forest / Witch

10/28: Pumpkins / Enchanted

10/29: Ghost / Mystery

10/30: Fall aesthetic / Scary movie

10/31: Costumes / Masquerade

[autumnignited]

MORE ART below the cut!

This has been around since October, but I kinda...straight-up forgot about Tumblr. But taadaa! 

“Lamplight” is a Klance AU written by @yuzuling​ and myself, who are big fans of the artist Pretzellus. They’ve done a bunch of well-known Klance AUs, and we wanted to challenge ourselves to combine all of them into a single, cohesive AU. Thus this fic was born, wherein Keith is looking for answers and finds Mothman!Lance instead. Please read the warnings before reading, as this does feature reincarnation, which, y’know. Necessitates some things. But we will never feed you a fic without a happy ending, so no real MCD here. 

All of the art was done by Pretzellus, who loved the fic, and who has given permission for me to post it here. 

Read LAMPLIGHT by AutumnIgnited and SailUnchartedWaters on ao3: here

[klance-dreams]

My day 7 #klancetober entry ‘Leaves’ 🍂- a little early bc it’s the cover of my Klancetober prompt list 🥰✨

✨I’m actually really proud of this bg🥺

[breadstickroll]

klancetober 1: coffee date!

[itsmochichu]

i don’t wanna look at anything else, now that i saw you. ✧

i’m now on instagram @ xmochichu!

[bre-artwork]

Lonce’s sweater: 🐱

[shatterinseconds]

pumpkins

Klancetober ‘21 week 4

“For someone with a knife fetish, you’d think you’d be better at carving pumpkins.”

“Is it a contest for you to try to say the stupidest line of the day?” Keith growls as he stabs the pumpkin, trying to anchor the blade to cut out a triangle eye.

Lance holds his hands up in surrender. “Hey, don’t take your inability to carve a pumpkin out on me.”

“Sorry,” Keith mumbles but continues to focus on carving. He saws back and forth until a piece of pumpkin falls onto the table. After a few more cuts, he successfully carved his first jack-o-lantern.

Well, maybe not too successfully. 

Lance’s pumpkin isn’t perfect either with a jagged line here or there where the knife slipped. But it is nowhere near the level of horror (and not the good kind) that Keith’s has reached. One of the triangle eyes looks like a square. The mouth wobbles into more of a grimace than a smile. A tooth is hanging on by a thread where Keith accidentally cut too far inward.

Lance studies Keith’s pumpkin, his hand gripping his chin as he gathers his thoughts. “Honestly,” he says at last, “This is a masterpiece; it should be in a museum.”

Keith rolls his eyes at Lance’s exaggerations. “It’s ugly.”

Lance whacks him on the arm. “Don’t insult your pumpkin! It can probably hear you.” Leaning in closer, a stupid grin resting on his face, he points to the (accidental) slices above the jack-o-lantern’s eyes. “Aww, you even gave it angry eyebrows.” Lance looks at Keith again. “They almost match yours. You could be twins!”

“You have five seconds to run.”

“Yeah?” Walking toward Keith, Lance grasps his face and kisses him square on the mouth. Caught off guard, Keith almost stumbles forward but Lance holds him steady. Eventually, Lance pulls back with a smirk. “Thanks for giving me a head start, babe.” He grabs Keith’s pumpkin and sprints.

[comradefleur]

keithtober & klancetober 2020 - DAY 5: IMPULSIVE

"Lance!" Keith yelled, hopping out of the black lion and running over to red. Lance could hear his voice bouncing around in the interior of his own lion.

"Lance, what the hell! Open up!" Keith spit out, now banging on red's door. She growled lowly in mild irritation in Lance's mind. He snorted. This lion was just like Keith, short tempered.

Lance sent soothing sensations to her as she opened up automatically and without him asking for her former pilot. Keith took the opportunity to come barging in, eyes ablaze.

"What the hell would you do that for?? I gave the command to fall back, Lance!" Keith shouted.

He was referring to when moments before they landed, amidts their impromptu battle with the galra, Lance had taken a hit that he could've avoided.

"I don't understand why you would even do that! You weren't even in the way, man!" Keith continued in a rage.

Lance sighed. "Keith man, can you let me get a word in? Sheesh. It's almost like you're me, I thought blabbering was my thing," Lance joked good naturedly. Keith didn't appreciate it this time.

"Don't try to joke right now or change the subject!" Keith stalked over to where Lance sat in the pilot's chair, poking an accusing finger at his broad chest.

"This isn't funny. Why did you do it?" He asked, voiced pained and breaking.

Lance smiled softly, averting his eyes. "Keith..." He started. "It was heading right for you. How could I not?"

He was at peace with his spur of the moment decision to protect Keith. It was like he didn't even think about it, doing it instinctually. He didn't regret it and knew he would do it again if he had to.

Keith's eyes widened and a flush bloomed on his face. But then he shook his head slightly and his thick, dark brow furrowed again, and Lance knew he wasn't over getting chewed out.

"You deliberately disobeyed my orders! And by doing that, you put all of Voltron in danger," he spoke gravely. "Especially yourself."

"Keith," Lance began, voice soft but was cut off by Keith. "I don't understand, Lance. Why would you jeopardize your own safety? Help me understand," he went on, reminding Lance of Shiro with his authoritative tone and disappointed folded arms.

"Keith. I had to protect you. I-" Lance spoke earnestly, breathlessly, eyes gleaming with clarity. "I will always choose to protect you. I couldn't just let it hit you, how don't you get that?" He rasped out.

Keith's eyes were red rimmed. He was silent, the low thrumming of red loud in between them, her attempt to placate the wild emotion emanating from both boys.

And then, "I could never ask you to put yourself in danger for me, Lance," His voice was soft and strained, hoarse and tired. He spoke sadly.

At that, Lance stood. "Don't you see?" He asked, shoulders finding purchase on Keith's shoulders and eyes searching his.

He had to make him understand.

"You don't have to ask. You never have to ask, Keith," Lance was cupping his cheeks now, completely abandoning all inhibitions.

It didn't seem necessary to repress any of the feelings he had been harbouring for his leader now. Why pretend like he wasn't his whole world when he had already done something so large, so vast and blatant in his affections for him?

There was no point anymore. No reason to hide.

When Keith objected with a half hearted and blubbering "You b-bastard," a stray tear trailing its way down his flushed cheeks, Lance laughed, hopelessly endeared and then leaned in and kissed him.

And when Keith immediately sighed into his mouth, arms quickly curling around Lance's waist, he knew that being impulsive had never felt so good.

After pulling away, Lance wiping the tear off Keith's face, Lance smirked at him. "Don't act like you wouldn't do the same for me, sweetheart" he sassed, cheekily.

Keith laughed, cheeks bright with a blush at the pet name and the sound and sight were all Lance wanted to hear for as long as humanly possible.

[vldkeith]

klance/keithtober prompt #23: birthday

a/n: happy birthday keith i lov u

The cake hits his face, and Keith freezes. 

Lance, who’d been the one to splatter the cake on him, drops his broad smile and leans quickly back, looking nervous. He shakes the leftover bits of cake off of his hand and averts his eyes with a high-pitched laugh. 

“Sorry,” he starts, still looking anywhere but at Keith. “I just--I saw some of your old pictures pictures, and I thought you might like it, but I get it if I was being, like, presumptuous or whatever--” 

Lance’s words are interrupted with a yelp as cake is slammed into his face as well, icing and chocolate and everything, falling off and around his face just enough that he can see Keith’s grinning face in front of him. 

The next second, he’s being crushed in a hug. Somehow it doesn’t matter that they’re getting cake all over each other by doing it. 

“I haven’t--” Keith swallows thickly, and Lance realizes that he sounds like he’s about to cry. “I haven’t done that since--well, since the birthday before dad died. I can’t believe you found out about it, I...” Keith releases Lance but doesn’t step back, instead raising a (messy, cake-covered) hand to wipe at his (messy, cake-covered) nose. 

Then he raises his eyes, and the look he gives Lance is enough to level buildings and towns with its intensity, and pull up the sun with its glowing happiness. It takes Lance’s breath away. 

“Thank you,” Keith says, heartfelt and genuine, and Lance has to hug him again. 

“Thank god you liked it,” he says into Keith’s hair, trying to turn the subject lest they both break down crying. “Your reaction scared me, Keith. I thought I’d majorly fucked up.” 

“No.” Keith shakes his head and squeezes Lance’s middle. “I’m--happy. I’m happy. I love it.” 

“I’m glad,” Lance murmurs, and then, stepping out of Keith’s embrace, he raises his fingers to his mouth and whistles. “Because there’s more where that came from!” 

From behind the wall appear five other people--Shiro, Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Coran--all holding handfuls of cake, all grinning wickedly. Keith barely has time to screech before they’ve descended on him, laughing and shoving cake in his face (and, probably not purposefully, into each other’s faces), a crowd of people intent on getting Keith as messy as possible.

And Keith is loving it. He’s laughing to tears, something he never seems to do, and grappling to get his hands on some of the cake so he can attempt to return the favor. The pile-on doesn’t last long before they’ve run out of cake, though, and they all collapse onto the floor amidst the sugary mess they’ve made. 

Lance comes around behind Keith, who’s leaned over trying to contain his laughter, and circles his arms around his waist. Keith cuts himself of sharply with a hiccup, making Lance grin. 

“Happy birthday, mullet,” he says. Everyone else nods vigorously. 

“That was awesome, dude,” Hunk says eagerly, wiping a bit of cake off of the bridge of his nose. “You and your dad had some great traditions.” 

Keith colors red but smiles, nodding mutely. 

“I, for one, just wanted to be able to throw cake on you. That’s the only reason I’m here,” Pidge chimes in. She’s grinning happily at Keith, though, despite the frosting smeared across her glasses, and he sticks his tongue out at her. 

“Of course,” he replies, eyes sparkling. 

“I do apologize for the ambush, Keith,” Allura offers, resting a hand gently on Keith’s shoulder. “We sent Lance in to do it first because, well, we weren’t sure how you were going to react. It seemed best to do a trial-run first, you know?” 

“Yeah, I took one for the team. As usual,” Lance pipes up with a roll of his eyes, shaking his head. “They act like I’m the Keith-whisperer around here, honestly.” 

“You are!” Coran says loudly with a flourish of his hand. He looks particularly funny with a caked mustache. Leaning in conspiratorially to Lance, he adds, “That title should make you happy, though, eh? Eh?”

“Shut up!” Lance hisses, pushing Coran’s face away and circling protectively into Keith. “Leave me alone, shouldn’t we be focusing on Keith? Birthday and all?”

“Don’t focus on me too hard. I have to shower,” Keith responds, giving a lopsided smile. His comment seems to bring to the others’ attention the soiled state they’re in, and they all murmur agreement somewhat sheepishly. 

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best,” Hunk sighs. “I worked so hard making this cake... Well, there’s still some left, I guess, so it’s okay.” 

“Really?” Keith gives them a watery look. “Wow, I--thank you. Thanks, guys. It...means a lot.” 

He gets glowing looks all around and many reassurances that they’re happy to do it, that they love him, that they’re here for him, and by the time Lance bows out dramatically and leaves just him and Shiro left in the room, he feels a little dazed from all the affection. 

Shiro makes his way over to Keith, careful to step over the worst of the cake-mucked floor. He leans down slightly and grasps Keith’s shoulder. “Have fun?” 

“Yeah,” Keith says, standing slowly. And then, “Shiro, I--”

“It’s okay,” Shiro says with a gentle smile. Keith nods and pulls into Shiro’s arms, shoving his face into his shoulder and breaking into tears. He’s trembling, and Shiro can feel it, so he rubs soothing circle’s into Keith’s back and lets him cry for as long as he needs to. 

A little later--he isn’t sure how long--Keith deems it safe enough to slowly back out of Shiro’s embrace, still sniffling and trying to dry his wet cheeks. “S-Sorry,” he says, voice smaller than usual. “I just--I’ve never, not since--” 

“I know,” Shiro interrupts lightly, nodding. “I get it. It’s okay. I just hope they’re mostly happy tears.” 

“They are,” Keith replies instantly. “I’m really happy. Really, really happy.” 

Shiro smiles, looking pleased and relieved, and ruffles up Keith’s hair. “Good. Better go wash up, then. Hunk won’t stop talking about what a magnificent cake he made.” 

Keith laughs, only hiccuping a little bit, and nods eagerly. “I’m excited. From the bit I tasted when it was coming at me from every direction, it seemed really good.” 

They both depart with a wave and Keith walks briskly to his room, ready to strip and try to remember what the best method for getting cake out of his hair was all those years ago. When he looks in the mirror, though, he finds himself startled out of his thoughts at how...happy he looks. He can’t get the smile off of his face, it seems, and it lingers there even now, when he’s far away from what had first caused it. The crinkles on his face, the redness of his cheeks, the glimmer of his eyes... When was the last time he’d seen himself like this? 

It doesn’t matter, Keith thinks, turning away from the mirror. I’m feeling good now. That’s all that matters. 

Mind on cake and the potential of getting Lance to spoon-feed some of it to him (he’s got to take advantage of this day somehow, right?), Keith rushes to the bathroom to clean himself up. 

Maybe his birthday will have to stop being one of the worst days on Keith’s calendar, now. He can thank his newfound family for that one. 

a/n: inspired by this pic 🥺

[lanaeris]

some doodles I’ve made for Klancetober💕