#lance mcclain oneshots

[mscutino]

HIIII i heard ur requests were open so i was kinda hoping, since vld is doing a comeback that u would write abt it✊✊

soooo i was thinking about keith and a paladin!reader kinda hiding their relationship from the team and keith getting jealousss of someone in the team the reader is close to

Thank u for writing for vld!!!! i hope u understand my request!! im not rlly good at english;( BYE THANK UUUU💗💗💗💗

╰─ ✧*̥ 𝐌𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 爱

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╰─ ✧*̥ REQUEST • Jealousy | Keith Kogane

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i’ve been waiting for this !! thank you for requesting, and your english is beautiful !!

a/n: kinda rushed, not edited (will fix!)

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Things between you both had been official for a while now, however it was hard to really give yourselves the time you needed. With fighting for the universe and the burden that came with it, time for yourselves became sacred.

But despite it all, doubt never once planted itself in your mind. The worry of being left behind or pushed to the side never came.

However for Keith, things were a little different.

He loathed every moment spent away from you. His heart bounced across his chest just thinking of the next time he’d be able to just be beside you - even if it was in the middle of battle.

Though the other paladins would call him “distant” or “loner,” he secretly craved closeness - affection. Behind closed doors he was clingy, vulnerable under your gaze and your gaze only. Whenever he had the chance, he’d jump to you, holding you like it’d be the last time.

“Keith, I promise it’s okay,” you laughed, trying to wiggle your way out of his hold.

“I’m not letting you go until I have to.” His words left no room for negotiation. So you let him hold you, basking in the silence lost so often in the chaos of war.

Keith was officially back and leading the team as the pilot of the Black Lion. His time with the Blade - and more importantly with his mom - really helped him find himself. But he knew he wouldn’t be complete until he came back to you.

You completed him.

Small steps echoed outside the hangar, the size of the room amplifying the noise. There was no telling just how close the steps were so Keith hesitated to let you go. Both of you and strained to hear, preparing to move at any moment. By the time Pidge rounded the corner you both were separated by a 10ft pole, awkwardly pacing around the lion.

“Uhm, did I come at a bad time?”

You cleared your throat, trying to appear casual as Pidge raised an eyebrow, clearly picking up on the tension. "No, not at all," you hurried out. "We were just…checking on the lions. Routine maintenance, you know?”

Keith's jaw clenched as he avoided eye contact with Pidge, his arms crossed a little tighter than usual. It didn’t take a scientist to sense something was off, but she just shrugged.

"Well, if you’re done ‘checking out the lions,’" Pidge said with a smirk, "we’ve got a mission debrief in five minutes. Shiro wants everyone at the bridge ASAP. I think Lance mentioned something about you, specifically," she added, looking pointedly at you.

You nodded, trying to keep a straight face, but you could feel Keith's mood shift immediately at the mention of Lance. You glanced at him quickly, catching the glint in his eyes. Keith might have looked calm to anyone else, but you knew him well enough to pick up on the subtle signs of jealousy in his tightened posture and the way his gaze lingered just a bit longer than usual.

After Pidge left, you looked at him, chuckling softly. “Keith, it’s just Lance.”

Keith’s expression softened slightly, but he still had that guarded look in his eyes. “I know,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just… he’s always around you.”

You reached out, touching his hand gently. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise.”

He sighed, looking down as he took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours briefly before letting go.

Something changed while Keith was gone, and whatever it was needed to end now. Lance’s pining towards you was taking the cake for most irritating thing in the Castle by far.

Just then, Lance’s voice echoed through the hangar over the intercom. “Hey, Y/N! If you don’t show up soon, I’m coming down there to drag you back myself!”

You shot Keith a look, suppressing a laugh. “See? No big deal.”

But as you walked away, you could feel his gaze on you, the weight of his unspoken worry residing in the back of your mind.

Keith watched you leave, his mind whirling with frustration he couldn’t put into words. Lance was harmless - he knew that. But every time he saw the two of you laughing or sharing a moment, that nagging feeling gnawed at him. What if one day, you started wanting someone else? Someone more open, less complicated than him?

“Keith?”

Your voice reeled him away from his thoughts. A pang of guilt hitting him suddenly. “Y-Yeah. Coming now. Just finishing up here,” he waved you off. “See you on the bridge.”

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The memory of your worried face had plagued him the entire way up to the bridge. Neither of you had anything to worry about when it came to your relationship, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“About time you showed up,” Lance dramatically sighed, slumping further back into his seat.

Keith ignored him, making his way towards the rest of the paladins. As he got closer, he managed to catch the tail end of the conversation between you and Shiro.

“Once that’s complete, Lance will accompany you back. Allura and I have things managed here.”

Shiros eyes looked past you, acknowledging Keith before he continued, “Keith, I’ll need you here. We need to compile all the info the Blade of Marmora was able to provide you. We’ll need all the help we can get.”

Keith nodded, though the frustration was building. He wanted to be the one going with you, ensuring your safety. Before he could ask Shiro why he had to stay back, Lance’s voice cut in, breaking his train of thought.

“No worries, Shiro. You can count on me!” Lance said with a confident grin, hopping up from his seat and giving you a playful nudge. “We’ll be in and out in no time.”

Keith’s jaw clenched, his gaze narrowing as he watched the interaction. Lance seemed oblivious, but you noticed the tension in Keith’s expression and shot him a reassuring glance.

“Let’s make it quick, though, okay?” You smiled politely, though your voice held a hint of awkwardness. “We’ve got a lot of things to do.”

But Lance, too preoccupied with his own jokes, just laughed. “Hey, it could be worse. You could’ve been stuck with Keith for this trip,” he teased, smirking as he lightly bumped your shoulder.

Without a second thought, Keith stepped forward, his voice sharp. “Back off, Lance,” he said, his tone carrying a searing edge.

The bridge fell silent. Allura and Hunk looked up, wide-eyed, while Shiro’s gaze shifted between Keith and Lance, his brow furrowed in confusion. Lance’s grin faded as he glanced over, raising an eyebrow.

“Whoa, what’s with the attitude, Keith?” Lance asked, trying to laugh it off, but Keith’s stare was intense, his fists clenched at his sides. His protective instincts had boiled over, leaving little room for rationality.

“If your just going to be an ass the whole trip there then I’ll go with Y/N,” Keith rolled his eyes, trying to lessen the earlier blow.

However Lance wasn’t putting up with it, giving Keith a pointed look. “Since when do you care so much? And so what, worried she’s not gonna like you anymore?”

“I said, back off.” Everyone’s eyes were on him now, the worry weighing on his heart even more obvious once his eyes met yours.

Shiro finally intervened, clearing his throat,“Alright, enough. We’re all on the same team here.”

Keith looked away, jaw clenched, but he took a step back, exhaling as he tried to reel in his emotions. His frustration still simmered, but Shiro’s words were enough to keep him from saying anything more.

Lance gave one last sideways glance at Keith before turning back to you with a shrug. “Guess we should get going before things get any more… intense.”

You shot him a warning look, hoping to keep things from spiraling any further, then looked back at Keith. “I’ll be back soon, okay?” you said softly, your voice filled with reassurance meant just for him. “Don’t lose your head, hot shot.”

Keith’s expression softened slightly as he looked at you, nodding. “Be careful,” he murmured, his voice losing its edge as his worry crept through.

As you two left the silence was thick, and it was clear to everyone on the bridge that there was something more behind his outburst. Questions brimmed on the tip of their tongues, but they held their breath - choosing otherwise.

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It had been hours before you finally returned from the mission. Giggling better yet, however it was ruined when Keith noticed you were giggling with Lance.

Walking down the hallway of the hangar, your voices bounced off the walls. Unbeknownst to you both, Keith sat idle by a work bench, fiddling with the computer. Pretending to be busy while also conveniently ease-dropping.

“Thanks Lance, really. Make sure to give these to Shiro,” you handed over the crate of items to him, pulling on the straps snuggly. “Now don’t drop it.”

“Hey, have some faith in me! You and Keith are always so mean to me,” he dramatically sighed, shifting the crate in his arms. “Oh, and speaking of Keith,” he paused for a second, watching for your reaction at the mention, “Can I ask something?”

You tilted your head, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his voice. "Ask about what?"

He hesitated, fiddling with the straps of the crate as he searched for the right words. It was clear he’d been thinking about this for a while, even if he was struggling to say it. He might act oblivious sometimes, but he’d noticed the small things - like the way Keith’s eyes only ever watch you, or how in a room full of people, Keith always finds you.

"I just…" he started, avoiding your gaze, "was wondering if there was something between you and—”

"Keith?" you finished for him, raising an eyebrow. You couldn’t help the small hint of a smile pushing past your lips.

Lance cringed backwards, caught red-handed in his curiosity. “Oh, come on. I’m not blind, you know!”

You tilted your head slightly, watching his expression shift between curiosity and awkwardness. "Why would you think that, Lance?" tone teetering along playful.

Lance shrugged, trying to play it off with his usual bravado. "Well, I dunno. He’s different when you’re around. Just seems like more than ‘team stuff.’" He paused, his tone softening a little as he added, “I mean, not that it’s weird or anything.”

A pang of guilt tugged at you for keeping it a secret, but you knew it was best for now. It’d have to stay this way until things calmed down. But a part of you hoped that sooner rather than later that change would come. The longer you went hiding it, the less you cared about keeping it a secret. Maybe later you’d take it up with Keith.

“Plus, it’s Keith of all people. It’s so weird,” a shiver ran through Lance, his almost comical fear of Keith pulling a few giggles out of you.

“Oh, relax. Keith isn’t so bad - ”

“He’s the meanest guy on the team!” Lance interjected, the crate shifting slightly in his hold. He continued his rant, too consumed by his exasperation to notice you pulling him away from the hangar.

"Seems like you’ve got bigger problems than I do, Lance," you teased, giving him a playful shove toward the door. "We’ll talk about this later. See you around, ‘ladies man.’"

The door shut before he could argue, muffled sulking on the other side of the door.

“‘Ladies man?’ Really?”

You jumped from your spot, eyes frantically searching the hangar before landing on a familiar head of hair.

“Keith! How long have you been standing there?!”

He shrugged, taking a few steps closer. "Long enough. Pretending to be useful," he teased, though his gaze lingered on you, an unmistakable warmth in his eyes. “Heard you were back, but saw that guy.”

“Keith? Jealous of Lance?” you laughed, copying his crossed arm stance. “Didn’t think I’d see the day.”

The wink you sent his way had nearly done him in, but his pride kept him standing.

He closed the space between you both, running his hand up your arm. “Whatever.”

[jenni41arts]

Lance sat in the kitchen chair that earler he had lugged to the corner of Hunk's living room and watched his friends partake in the festivities of a good old fashioned house party.

It was getting late and he figured he would soon make his way home. He had put on his coat thinking he was ready to leave when Keith caught his eye.

Keith was very flushed and swayed slightly but his eyes sparkled and he wore a wide grin. He was talking to Hunk about something Lance couldn't hear over the music and chatter of the other attendees.

Lance felt a tug in his chest. To his surprise, he felt jealous that Hunk had Keith's attention, despite the fact that Keith's encouragement was the reason he was even at the party and they had spent most of it talking to each other.

Keith and Lance had grown close after their return to Earth. When Keith wasn't away on his humanitarian missions, he always made an effort to check in on Lance and overtime Keith had somehow become his best friend.

Lance hadn't been sure he even wanted to attend this party. He was worried he would feel Allura's absense too much, but Keith had claimed he needed his emotional support extrovert if he was going to survive a social gathering and that it would be good for Lance to see the gang again.

Keith was right. It was good to see the gang again. Stories, jokes and laughs were passed around. So were the drinks. Maybe, no, probably, too many drinks.

Keith looked his way, noticed Lance's coat and made his way over.

"Hey Keith, C'mere!" Lance grabbed Keith's arm and pulled the unsteady Keith towards him.

Keith stumbled and fell into Lance's lap. Instead of getting off, he swung one leg over Lance and strattled him.

"Lance, I think I might be a little drunk," he declared.

"I know you are very drunk because I am sure I am drunk and you drank more than me."

"Who let Romelle mix the drinks?" Keith asked.

"Ha Ha ha. Who cares! They were good!" Lance chuckled.

"Lance?" Keith planted his forehead against Lance's.

"Yeah?" Lance swallowed.

"I think...I think... you should take me home before I do something stupid...like...hit on you," Keith whispered.

Lance threw back his head and released a full belly laugh that caused Keith to bounce slightly.

Keith grabbed Lance by the hood of his jacket and pulled it up over his head.

"Are you laughing at me?" Keith looked offended, but in a drunk, he'll forget about it in two minutes, kind of way.

"Yes! I am! You are literally sitting on me right now. I think you're hitting on me already."

"Oh, shit. I guess, I am." Keith let go of Lance's hood and put his arms aorund Lance, "I noticed you haven't pushed me off."

"Oh, shit, I guess I haven't," Lance stared at Keith with a stupid grin and rubbed Keith's back.

Keith smiled back, lowered heavy eye lids, and leaned towards him.

Lance dodged the incoming kiss and gave Keith a squeeze.

"I am too warm," he declared and shimmied his hips to let Keith know his lap time was done.

Keith relunctantly stepped off of Lance and hung his head.

Lance grabbed Keith's hand and pulled him toward's the front door. He grabbed Keith's coat on the way out.

Once outside he drapped the coat around Keith and used it to pull him close. He kissed Keith tenderly under the night sky, and away from the eyes of the other party guests. A slight breeze sent a sweet chill through him.

Keith kissed him back.

Ha accidently dropped the coat as his hands made their way to Keith's hair and Keith's hands were in his.

After a few moments of kissing, Keith spoke, "Lance, I want to take you home and cradle you in my arms."

"OK, but just cuddles cause we're too drunk, and I'll try my best not to forget this time."

"I'll remember."

"I'm sure you will."

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Hidden Panels

By admiralcanthackett

On Archive of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 5,492 words

Summary: Lance actually finds the secret panel he was looking for.

My thoughts: I just like Smart Lance fics and I like Keith supporting and being nice to Lance and all that junk.

[batondecannelle]

the pros and cons

“I don’t know,” Lance shrugs. He fiddles with the zipper of his jacket. “It’s just not… I don’t get what the big deal is. I don’t think it’s that great.”

Keith stares at him in disbelief across the table.

The bar is in full swing around them—the sound of glasses clinking, pool balls hitting against each other, the thudding of bass making Lance’s chest vibrate, and someone laughs loudly in the booth behind them.

“You don’t think it’s that great,” Keith repeats. “You don’t get what the big deal is. About sex.”

ao3 chapters 1/1 word count: 4643

[bluemantics]

When Maria McClain first holds Lance in her arms, she feels a resurgence of overwhelming affection consume her. It’s nothing new to Maria. She’s had many other children— four— and now, cradling Lance, she knows she is capable. She knows she can handle being his mother, and just how lucky she is. With tears brimming in her eyes, she places a kiss to his forehead.

“You are going to be so, so good,” she whispers. Lance, still and sleeping, remains unaware of her words.

Maria realizes: here is her heart, living outside of her body. She prays.

Later, when Lance is six and starting school, Maria worries. He’s an unusual boy. He likes to spend endless time at the beach and marveling over the stars, but it has taken longer for him to learn things such as speaking. She hopes desperately that he won’t struggle in school and be made fun of, but knows she can’t control that.

“Mama!” a shrill voice calls from the door. Maria places the last Tupperware of rice in his lunch box and heads over to where Lance is standing, hand eagerly twisting the doorknob back and forth.

“Have a good day in school, Lancito.” She plants a kiss on his forehead as she shoves his lunch box in his backpack. “Make sure you stay close to Rachel and walk with her, you don’t want to get lost.”

“I will, I will,” Lance huffs. Finally, Maria opens the door, and Lance bursts out to run over where Rachel and Veronica stand with neighborhood friends. As Maria waves him off, she presses a hand over her chest, soothing the knot left behind by his absence.

She looks around an empty house, all the pieces of her heart out in the world. Maria sighs, closing the door and turning to get her gardening tools.

Lance is 13 when he first discovers the Galaxy Garrison. He is not the best student, prone to distraction by the smallest things, but he becomes determined in a way Maria hasn’t seen from him yet.

However, Maria also does research on this program. She finds out it is a military program and that her son will be enlisted to fight on the battlefield.

She begins to worry again, that familiar ache in her heart. Maria walks to Lance’s door and knocks gently. “Lance?”

“Come in!” Maria walks in to find him taping up a poster to his wall. He shares the room with Luis, who isn’t there, the only sign of him a collection of superhero memorabilia on the right side of the room.

Lance’s side had glowing star decals, an empty fish tank, and a big collection of fantasy books.

Now, above Lance’s bed, there is a poster of a commanding officer from the Galaxy Garrison. Lance catches her staring and turns bright red.

“He’s so cool, Mama!” Lance explains. “And he is gonna go to space, just like I want to. I might even get to meet him if I go.” Maria chuckles softly.

“You’re working very hard to get in,” she reassures him, going to place a hand on her shoulder. “Stubborn boy as you are.” He snorts at her teasing and ducks away from her ruffling his hair.

“I’m gonna do it. I know it.” Lance looks up at the poster with wide, open eyes, and Maria can’t help but notice how small he is in comparison to this looming figure in a space suit. “I’m going to be a hero.”

Maria has heard many stories of heroes. She has read them, has met them, has lost them. She recalls her brother, lost to war.

She placed a gentle hand on Lance’s shoulder, sitting down next to him on his bed.

“I will never stop you from becoming who you want to be, mi corazón,” she tells him seriously. He looks deeply into her eyes, eyes they share, deep brown and curious. “But you must promise me, if you go here, you will keep my heart safe. Heroes do not remain heroes in life very often.” She presses her remaining hand from her heart to his, an invisible connection.

“Do you understand?”

“Of course, Mama.”

He does not understand. He is only 13, young and with no obligations, but speaking the words aloud brings a comfort to her. So she smiles, and when Lance gets into the program months later, they celebrate with a going away party.

Then—

Then.

Lance is 17 when she receives a call. She does not remember much of that day. Brief snatches, at most.

Falling to her knees in the kitchen, the phone breaking as it landed beside her.

Her hands coming up to her heart, her shoulders trembling. Maria’s husband rushed in, going down to hold her, trying to understand why she was—

A pause. Silence rang in her ears like a bell tolling.

She tilted her head back and screamed. The sound was broken. It was pain incarnate.

Her son, her heart.

How could she ever stand again?

The years begin to pass by in a blur. She has other children to take care of. They don’t miss the hollowness that lingers in her eyes, the way she ages but her eyes continue to linger on an empty doorway. She busies herself with her garden.

She plants a lamprocapnos and she tends to it with care.

She tries not to linger on regret, her husband reassuring her that she did everything right, that she is a good mother and wife. In their grief, they cling to each other. She listens to his pulse with an ear over his chest.

The bad days are hard, and she needs reminding that they pass.

They do.

Sometime when Lance would be 21, Maria hears a knock on the door. She stands and heads over, expecting a package or a neighbor. She freezes. Tall and scarred and broader, but still her baby, Lance stands in the door with a wide smile and eyes instantly brimming with tears.

“Mama, I’m home,” he whispers.

Maria opens her arms, her shock preventing her from speaking. He sinks into them in a way all too familiar and yet also new and strange, this new version of her son.

“I did it,” he says. “I became a hero, Mama. I saved the universe.”

“Oh, mi corazón,” Maria finally manages, her voice broken again. “You never needed to be a hero for me to love you.”

They stay that way for a long, long time.

“I have someone I need you to meet, Mama. I think he’s my heart.”

And, oh, she understands.

“Invite him for dinner,” she agrees, holding hers in her arms like a lifeline.

[klance-headcanons-official]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Coran (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Shiro (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Sendak (Voltron), Antok (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron)

Final Day of Klangst Week.

Suffer.

Idk what time this'll post but I'm hoping it does what I want and posts at 2 like usual.

Enjoy :D

[buggiewrites]

Homesickness

The projection of the far off blue planet flickered as Lance spoke, his voice tired and worn. “Homesickness' 'he says with a shrug, almost as if it's not that big of a deal.. Corans heart drops as soon as the paladin's simple one-word response sinks in. A pause. Coran studies his face and he looks lost in his thoughts. Memories.

Coran looks away, feeling as though he's prying. He lets his gaze drift to the earthlings planet. Fascinated with the way it's spinning on its axis virtually. His grandfather's creation never ceases to amaze him. The castle as a whole was so well thought out, even the subtle designs of the slick white walls had Coran taken aback.

Suddenly the silence is broken “Earth.” Lance continues sounding almost melancholy. “The green grass, the blue sky's…” with a huff “I miss it. We all do. It's our home.” He states it matter of factly. Hiccups a weak cry. “The water…That's my home.” He utters it almost under his breath. Then wipes a tear away with the back of his hand. Another sharp breath.

“The salty waves. The rain on my cheeks. I miss that too.” “Rain?” Coran asks. “It's water that falls from the sky” Lance replies sounding much more upbeat. Reminisce of the voice he uses to explain earthling customs to the princess seeping through.

“You know I was always swimming! My whole life. In fact, that's pretty normal on the part of the planet I come from. My whole family surfs!” Coran can feel the confusion setting on his face. The blue paladin seems to notice. Before Coran can even fully acknowledge it, Lance's body is chirping up. The whole mood shifted in a moment.

“It's a sport where you take a fiberglass cloth or foam like bord and ride a wave!” He explains it with hand movements forming what Coran assumes to be the “Bord” . Even with the visual demonstration he finds himself lost. He nods his head anyways. Sensing that Lance has more to say.At the end of the day Coran would rather have the paladins performing well mentally. So he listens as Lance continues.

“It's like a past time on Earth!” Full blown smile on his face. Coran shivers in response, sensing the facade. Making note of the way that Lance went from wiping away tears mere moments ago. Lance turns his attention back towards the rotating version of his home planet. “My dad is a sailor. He's been sailing his whole life…” He trails off looking strangely content.

The harsh blue cast of light from the castle's projection system makes it obvious that Lance has tears prickling at the corners of his eyes despite his look of contentment. “Before he met my mom before I was born… That was the way he would make money!” His smile seems more believable now Coran notices. “He would gather fish in big nets for people to eat. In fact, all of my aunts and uncles on that side of my family love boating!” With a snicker, he turns back to Coran and says “My Abuela always said that if I swim too much I'll become a fish.” His eyebrows shoot up. Arms simultaneously flailing out at that.

“A fish?” Coran is wildly aware of how bewildered he sounds. “Oh it's an aquatic animal that people eat ya know?!” Coran didn't know but he smiled regardless, nodded and tried to be patient with the blue paladin. He knew the feeling of homesickness and Lance needed his head to be clear in battle. So every few days or so they would swap stories of home. Something they both found therapeutic.

“I love fishing too. But surfing has my heart. I remember the first time I had a midnight surfing competition.” He's been competitive all his life. Coran thought. “My brother Marco woke me up and we snuck out and took our siblings surfboards out of the shed. My Ma always locks it but Macro swiped the key that night. We were hoping for good waves but the water was still. I didn't mind though. We swam out as far as we dared and just sat there on our boards quietly.” Silence followed. Not in an uncomfortable way. Coran can't quite recall the last time the quiet had been uncomfortable with the young paladin. Then with a quick sharp inhale Lance continued.

“I was staring at the stars in the water and I remember thinking that I could reach out and grab them. I was so close yet so far. The constellations over our beach were my home. It was like we were sailing in the night sky and I wanted to be closer.” A hiccupy sob escaped his mouth once again. “When we get back- if we get back. I don't think I can look at them the same.” Then he turned to Coran with this gut wrenching look. . Heartache. That, I am familiar with. Coran thought to himself.

“We will get you back to Earth. Me and Allura are not giving up on you earthlings! And hey! When we get there you can teach us to surf!"

 Teaching Allura to surf didn't sound so bad, Lance thought to himself. Coan mentioned something about her being afraid of water as a child. Lance imagend a young princess running up to the edge of the water as a wave creeps up. As she takes a sharp turn and runs back to her dad. Teaching her to surf was an amazing idea. 

They'd start slowly. He'd push the surfbord out onto the water and she´d slowly get on. He'd follow close behind and paddle them out far enough to get her a bit spooked. She would scoot back and get a bit closer. Her back on his front. Skin against skin. With nothing but the familiar itch of sand and salt in between them. 

He closed his eyes and imagined that feeling. The smell of salt water flooded his senses. He subconsciously hummed to himself. When he opened his eyes again- Coran was gazing up at the projection of constellations from the earthlings solar system. With a look in his eyes that only told Lance that he was trying to imagine something similar. Maybe he remembered something from his home. Maybe he was imagining what the earthlings' childhoods were like based on his knowledge of Lances. Lance smiled again. Slowly stood patted Coran on his shoulder as a silent thank you for the surfing suggestion. And walked away.

[hijacks-klance-posts]

The thought of Keith just indulging Lance in whatever argument he decides to start with the other is just heart warming to me.

Lance wants to argue about Keith's favourite movie being shit. Keith glady argues back even when he doesn't even care about the subject, only doing so because Lance always has a range of emotions that he shows when agitated, which he rarely is unless he's around Keith, so it makes Keith feel special knowing he only gets to be apart of this side of Lance. Hence why there rivalry lasted for so long.

[swagging-back-to]

PLEASE HELP IM ABOUT TO GO CRAZY

Does anyone know that one klangst fic where keith is subject to an inversion truth serum (makes him say thenopposite of what hes thinking, therefore affectionate thoughts come out as insults) and it causes lance to spiral. even after everyone figures out whats actually going on lance cant shake what keith said

i think lance even tries to leave the team because of it? i cant find it anywhere in my bookmarks

[burritello3000]

Klance Launch Date

Basically Launch Date, but with Klance instead of Allurance :))))))))

Lance sat at a cafeteria table, absentmindedly stirring his coffee. He didn’t normally drink coffee at this time of day, but he found it helped to calm his nerves. 

Hunk sat down across from him, a smile on his face. “Launching tomorrow. The big day.” Lance zoned out as his best friend continued. “Oh, it seems like it was forever ago when we piled into the Blue Lion and blasted out into space. Man, we had no idea what we were getting into!” 

“Yeah,” Lance agreed, still not really listening.

“But now it’s different,” Hunk said. “We’ve seen it all. We’re rugged veterans now, going back into battle one last time.”

Lance hummed. “Yup.” 

“Guess that makes us heroes or something? … Like the type of heroes that would have their own TV show!” The yellow paladin chuckled, clasping his hands together. “Did you watch it, Lance? Ah, it’s so cool! It’s so cool. They got you spot-on, but Coran is like…” Hunk made a face. “He’s all super serious and stuff. 

“And Allura is a little… I don’t know, she’s different. Keith is friendly!” Hunk laughed like that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. Keith’s name caught Lance’s attention. “He’s happy all the time. I mean, they got it so wrong.” 

Lance frowned. Keith could be friendly with people he liked! There just… wasn’t a lot of people that he really liked.

Before he could interrupt, Hunk kept talking. “Plus, I think they’re hinting at some romance between him and Allura.”

Lance jumped out of his seat, slamming his hands on the table. “What?! Keith and Allura? No! It should be Keith and Lance!” He sat down, realizing what he’d just said. He lowered his voice. “Uh, I mean it should be Lance and Allura. Saying it should be Keith and Lance would imply that I have a crush on him. Which I don’t… And besides, Keith is gay! Like, everyone knows that.”

His friend raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh, sure. Anyways, a love triangle?” He pointed a finger gun at Lance. “I like where you’re taking this.” 

The blue paladin sighed. “No, no. It’s not about that…” 

“Wait, that’s right. You said you were going to invite Keith to dinner at your house.” Hunk’s voice started to grow louder. “Oh, you asked him, didn’t you? Ah, and he said no. Oh. Oh, man. And here I am, rubbing your face in it. Sorry, buddy—”

Lance cut him off. “Keep your voice down! He didn’t say no. I… Well, I haven’t asked him yet. And I’m scared to…” 

“You chickened out?” 

“I didn’t chicken out!” Lance growled, putting his face in his hands. “I just… My family doesn’t know I’m bisexual. I know they’ll support me,” he added. “But I’ve got a good thing going with Keith right now! We’re finally friends, and I don’t want to ruin that if he doesn’t like me back. Maybe this just isn’t the right time…”

Hunk frowned. “No, Lance. What? It’s the only time. After tomorrow, we’re back in space fighting the Galra. There is no other time, literally. And I can’t believe how oblivious you are!” His voice softened. “Keith has clearly had a crush on you since, like, forever. Also, you two already bicker like an old married couple, so you’re already one step there! You’re asking him today, and that is final, young man.” 

Lance thought about it. Maybe Keith did like him, and he’d just pushed him away with his stupid made up rivalry. “… Thanks, man,” he said, standing up. I’ll ask him after the meeting today!” 

As Lance walked away, he suddenly realized something. Wait… do we really fight like an old married couple?

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Keith strood through the hallway, going through his mental checklist. Alright. I’ve packed my stuff. Maybe I should take Kosmo for a walk? Yeah, he would like that. I should also spend some time with Black tonight. I think Kosmo needs a bath. Would Black like a wash, too? Do the Lions even need cleaning? I’ll ask her lat—

“Hey, uh, Keith?” 

He stopped, Lance’s voice cutting through his thoughts. Keith smiled. “Hey, Lance. What’s up?” 

Lance ran up to him, panting. He stopped, leaning over and trying to catch his breath. “Dude, why do you walk so fast?”

“I don’t walk fast. Maybe you’re just slow.”

The blue paladin glared at him, spluttering. “I-I’m not slow, Mullet! I like to stroll. You on the other hand…” Lance ran a hand down his face. “Oh god, we do argue like an old married couple.”

Keith's eyes widened. Had he heard that right? “What?” 

“Nothing!” the Cuban boy yelped, straightening his posture. “Anyways, I was just, uh, checking in. So, how are…  things?” 

“Um.” Lance looked sweaty and nervous. Why is he acting so weird? “Yeah, things are fine. Are you okay?” 

“Oh, yeah, I’m good,” Lance said. He put his hands behind his back. “Just, are you busy tonight?” 

Keith bit his lip. “Well, I was thinking about giving Kosmo a walk and a bath. Why?”

“O-Oh, um,” the blue paladin stammered. “If you’re busy, it’s nothing.” 

Lance looked so downcast. Keith’s heart felt like it was being squeezed. He didn’t like seeing a frown on his friend’s face. “But, Kosmo can wait,” Keith said, trying to salvage the situation. “What did you have in mind?” 

Lance clasped his hands together. “Um, actually, I was wondering…” Keith’s pulse quickened. A little part of his mind whispered ‘Is Lance going to ask me out on a date?’ Woah, where did that come from? The blue paladin continued. “If, maybe, if you want to, you could have dinner with me tonight?”

A weird feeling warmed his heart, and he found himself blushing. “A-And my family,” Lance said. “Dinner with me and my family? My mom’s cooking for our last night together. I-I just thought you could join us.” 

Keith pretended to think for a moment. “Will there be the famous garlic knots I have heard so much about?”

Lance nodded, looking sad again. “Yeah. I’ll ask her to make them, she usually does.” 

“Lance!” Keith grabbed his hand. “I was just joking. Of course I’ll come.” He suddenly hesitated. “You’re… asking me out on a date, right?”

The blue paladin blushed, looking down at their intertwined hands. “Yes, I am. I really like you, Keith.” 

He let go of Lance’s hand, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I really like you too, Lance. Sorry I was such a jerk when we first met. I’m not good with people.” He was already nervous about meeting Lance’s big family. “And I can take Kosmo, too. You’re an uncle, right? There should be kids?” 

Lance gave him a big smile. “Yeah, Silvio and Nadia would love Kosmo!”

There was a few seconds of awkward silence as they stared at each other. Keith started to chew on his lip again. How do boyfriends-who-aren’t-officially-boyfriends-because-they-haven’t gone-on-a-date-yet act around each other? 

Lance also looked unsure. Thankfully, Hunk saved them. He came up and put a hand on Lance’s shoulder, slowly pulling him away. “Okay, Loverboy Lance. Now walk away before he changes his mind.” 

Keith tried not to snicker at the nickname. He watched them go, a dreamy smile spreading unknowingly across his face. I can’t believe I finally have a date with Lance! He had actually had a crush on him at the Garrison long ago, but Lance had always thought there was a rivalry between them, so they never got close.

“Ohoho,” someone purred behind him, startling him out of his thoughts. “Finally! I thought for sure he would never ask you.”

The red paladin whipped around. He was met by a sneaky smile and glittering brown eyes. He tried not to sigh. “Hello, Rizavi.”

The girl took a step back. “Call me Nadia. Oh, I’ve been waiting for one of you to ask the other out. I literally cannot believe how oblivious you both are.”

Keith frowned. “What? Me and Lance? How did you know?”

“It’s hard not to notice with all the romantic tension between you two.”

“W-What?” he spluttered. “We don’t have any romantic tension! What are you talking about?”

“Um, yes you do.” She gestured at him. “There’s tons of it. Well, not right now, since he asked you out to dinner.” 

“Were you listening to our whole conversation?” Keith hissed. 

Nadia flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Yeah, pretty much. And I saw your face. You seem like a guy that’s pretty socially challenged. Which means you’ll probably need help choosing what to wear!” 

“What’s wrong with my usual outfit?” Keith asked, feeling slightly embarrassed. He had been planning to wear what he usually wore instead of his uniform or armor.

She scoffed. “Everything. You need something more fancy, and I’m your gal. We could go shopping!” 

“No,” he said. “I can handle this myself.” 

“No you can’t.” She wagged a finger at him. “I’m going to help you, but we need more input. I was thinking we can grab Allura?” Nadia’s eyes suddenly sparkled with concern. “She’s been spending all her time in the Med Bay lately. It’d be good for her to get out.” 

Keith crossed his arms. “… Fine. But only if Allura agrees.”

Nadia rubbed her hands together, an evil look on her face. “We need more opinions… and I know just the people to bring along.” 

Keith was starting to regret his decision.

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Nadia’s first target was Allura. They headed to her usual place, the Med Bay. Allura and Romelle were looking through the window, watching the unconscious Altean. They were whispering to each other softly.

“Hey!” Nadia called, jogging up to the pair. “Allura! Romelle!” Keith followed her quickly. 

The two Alteans looked up. “Rizavi,” Allura said. “Hello. What is it?” 

“Keith has a date with Lance!” Nadia squealed. “And we were thinking that you could help us pick out his outfit!”

Allura simply frowned. “That sounds wonderful, but I can’t. I’m sorry, but we must keep an eye on Luca.” Her gaze strayed back to the window. “She could wake up any day now.”

“Pleeeaaaase, Allura.” Nadia’s eyes were wide and pleading. “It would be good for you to get out, and we could really use your help. Right, Keith?” 

She grabbed his arm, pulling him forward. He shot a glare at the obnoxious girl. “Yes, Allura, I could use your help. Because apparently I have no fashion sense.”

“Hmm,” Allura hummed, looking unsure. “I should really stay here…”

Romelle put a hand on her friend's shoulder. “Allura, I know you’re worried about Luca, but we’re worried about you. It’ll be good to get away for a night and clear your head.” They stared at each other for a few seconds, a soft look on both their faces. 

Is that how me and Lance look when talking about each other? Keith wondered.

“Okay, lovebirds,” Nadia interrupted, crossing her arms. “Don’t worry, Romelle can come too.”

Allura raised an eyebrow. “Love… birds? Wait…” Her cheeks darkened. “What! W-We don’t— We’re not. Ugh, fine. Maybe taking a break is a good idea.”

Nadia clapped her hands. “Perfect! I’ll get Ina too, but right now, I know just the person to ask!” 

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Pidge was next. He followed Nadia, as she entered the ship’s greenhouse, Allura and Romelle right behind him. “Hey, Pidge. Do you have a sec?” 

She looked up from her tablet, putting it down. “Sure. What’s up?” 

Beezer was suddenly looking very interesting right now. Keith busied his attention on the little robot. Nadia smiled. “Well, Keith has—”

Romelle butted in, her voice shrill with excitement. “A date… with pointy chin!”

“Wait.” Pidge’s eyes widened in surprise. “A date? With Lance?” Beezer squealed, an exclamation mark on his screen. “Weird. Well, I’m glad you guys worked it out.”

“It’s not weird,” he muttered in protest. 

Nadia ignored him, clasping her hands together with excitement. “And we were thinking, you could help us choose Keith’s outfit!” 

Colleen laughed from a few rows over, her eyes still on her screen. “Katie? Fashion? That’s a good one.” 

Pidge glared at her mom, then hugged her tablet to her chest. “Well, I heard the mall has reopened. I’ve been wanting to check it out,” her golden-brown eyes flicked towards Colleen, “but I’m grounded.” 

“Grounded?” Romelle asked, sounding confused. “I wasn’t aware humans could float.” 

Keith sighed. “No, Romelle, we can’t float. It just means that Pidge isn’t allowed to go anywhere without her mom’s supervision. It’s a punishment.” 

“What are you grounded for?” Allura questioned, her eyebrows furrowed.

Colleen spoke up, not even looking up from her tablet. “She’s grounded because apparently my daughter thinks that running away from home and gallivanting off into space without her mother’s permission is an acceptable activity for a fifteen year old.” 

There was a moment of silence as the green paladin hunched her shoulders. She then turned around and started yelling at her mom. “Well, apparently, finding my brother and saving my father from an intergalactic space tyrant doesn’t get me a pass!” 

Colleen’s eyes glimmered as she replied. “Not on your life, young lady.” 

Beezer beeped, panicked, and ran out of the room. Keith was tempted to do the same. The air literally crackled with tension as the two stared each other down. He winced. He could see where Pidge got her ruthlessness from. 

Romelle hid behind Allura as Nadia tried to calm the situation. “Please, Mrs. Holt, we could really use her help.” 

“We will not let her leave the ground once,” Romelle added.

Pidge’s mother studied them, one eyebrow raised. After a moment of silence, she closed her eyes. “All right.” She glanced at her daughter. “But only because I know how much Katie hates shopping for clothing.” 

Pidge let out a low growl as Keith pulled on her arm to lead her out of the room. “Thank you, Colleen. And humans don’t float,” he grumbled to Romelle as she passed him.

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There were a lot of people at the mall. More than Keith had expected. The entire mall was actually bigger than he had thought it was going to be. To be honest, Keith had never really been to an actual mall before. There were too many people, and he’d basically been living alone in a shack for a good chunk of his life, so there was no need to go to one.

There were aliens and humans alike shopping everywhere. They had grabbed Ina, and everyone had changed into their normal clothes before heading out. 

Nadia put her hands on her hips, turning to the five of them. “Okay. ‘Operation Find Keith a Date Outfit’ is go! We’re going to take it one store at a time until we come out of this place successful.” She pointed out to the mall. “Let the hunt begin!”

Keith smirked as they started to make their way around. An operation, huh? We’re going to need a battle strategy…

He smashed a fist against the inside of his palm, cracking his fingers. “All right, team. We need a plan. Leifsdotter, Rizavi, Pidge, you three take the north side. Me, Allura, and Romelle will cover the south. Then, if yo—”

“Oh, Keith,” Nadia sighed, looking over her shoulder at him with a tsk. “Sweet, naive, beautiful, Keith. Haven’t you ever been shopping before? We can’t split up.” 

His face turned red. “I’ve been clothes shopping! I’ve just… only done it by myself.” 

“Suuure,” Pidge drawled from next to him. “Anyways, Rizavi is right. We need your opinion on everything, so we can’t split up.” 

Keith's shoulders slumped. I hate shopping. Allura and Romelle led the pack, whispering quietly to each other. Ina and Nadia walked in front of him and Pidge. They were talking loudly. Mostly Nadia.

As they walked past a stall, Pidge suddenly stopped, rushing back to the stall and crouching down. “Killbot Phantasm 26: Revengifiance! This is out?” Her voice was shrill with excitement.

Nadia joined her, her mouth gaping open with shock. “Oh my gosh! It came out just a few days before the Galra invaded. No one was ever able to reach the end!” 

Keith rolled his eyes. “That’s right,” the stall owner said, his voice soft. “I have one of the few undamaged units left.”

“WE’LL TAKE IT!” Pidge and Nadia yelled, leaning in close. 

The poor seller gave them a nervous look, glancing back and forth. “Okay. Great to meet such passionate KBP fans. What have you got to trade?”

There were a few beats of silence. “Trade?” Pidge said, her voice small. She looked at Rizavi, then looked back at them.

Keith groaned and facepalmed as Ina showed them her empty pockets. Did we really forget to bring money? Or something to trade? Now how will we get something for me to wear for our date? That actually upset him more than he had expected. 

“I-I, uh…,” Pidge stammered. “I don’t… really have anything.” 

He really wanted to punch the easygoing smile off of the shopkeeper’s face. “I’m sorry, but no trade, no game.” 

His friend groaned in defeat, lowering her head. Keith took a step forward. Maybe he could negotiate. Maybe trade his jacket or belt? 

Before he could get closer to them, Nadia stood up, gesturing to Pidge. “Well, that’s some way to treat a Paladin of Voltron.” 

The stall owner’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? You mean, like, from the show?”

“Show? Well, kind of,” Pidge said. “It was based off me.” She glanced back at Keith. “And him.” 

“My kid loves that show!” the man said, leaning back. “The game is yours if I could just get an autograph for my daughter.” 

Pidge shot up, a strange smile on her face. “Sure thing!” she exclaimed in a higher, squeakier voice. “Anything for the kids!” 

She pulled out a pencil from nowhere and drew a mini version of her face on a paper the man handed her. She gave the paper to him. “Come on, Keith! Autograph time!”

Keith reluctantly took the pencil and wrote his name in big, blocky letters. She snatched the paper and gave it back to the man, in exchange for the video game. 

As Pidge turned around, she flashed him a sneaky smile, an evil glint in her eyes. They proceeded to go around, trading stuff for his and Pidge’s autographs. Soon, the green paladin had traded enough clothes to dress up as her character in the show. She had even tried to get Keith to wear a costume too, but he had loudly disagreed.

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Lance took a deep breath. This was fine, everything was fine. He wouldn’t get mad at him for asking Keith out. 

He entered the bridge, clearing his throat. “Uh, Shiro?”

The captain of the Atlas paused, looking up from his screen. “Yes, Lance?” 

“Could I, uh, talk to you?”

“Sure. In private, or…”

“Y-Yeah. In private, thanks.” 

Shiro nodded, stepping down from his captain spot and coming up to Lance. The blue paladin led him down the hall and to his room, nervously fidgeting.

“Alright, Lance,” Shiro said as the door slid shut behind him. “What do you need?” 

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Um, it’s about Keith.” He kept going before Shiro could interrupt. “I know that Krolia is his actual mother but you’re like a father or big brother to him.”

“Lan—”

“And please don’t get mad at me, but I asked him out on a date and I just wanted you to know about it.”

“Lance—”

“I also wanted advice about what to do because you know him better than I do an—”

“Lance!” Shiro yelled, cutting him off. “Lance, calm down. I’m not mad.”

He wet his lips nervously. “… You aren’t?”

“No.” Shiro smiled. “Quite the opposite. I’m glad you guys worked it out. I was hoping you would before we left.”

“Oh,” Lance murmured. Are we really that obvious? “Okay, cool. Cool. So, can you give me any advice? Like what does he like? I invited him to dinner with my family, but now I’m not sure.” He started rambling. “We could probably do something after. Like take a walk, maybe? No, that’s not good enough. Who am I kidding! Nothing I could come up with is good enough for Keith Kogane! He deserves the best, and I don’t—”

“Lance!” Shiro put a steady hand on his shoulder, grounding him. “If Keith is going out with you, it’s because he likes you.”

Lance sighed. “I know, but—”

“No,” Shiro stopped him. “No, buts. Keith likes you for you. So the best advice I can give is to be yourself.” His gaze suddenly darkened. “Just… be patient with Keith. He’s been hurt before, and isn’t used to being loved. And if you hurt him, I’ll have some choice words for you.”

Lance held up his hands. “Okay, okay, should have expected the shovel talk. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt him.” He poured all his emotion into those few words. “And I won’t let anyone hurt him ever again.” 

Shiro smiled again, ruffling his hair. “Good. Everything will be fine. Now go get ready, Loverboy Lance.”

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The group was walking around some more, laden with bags full of junk that they had bought. Rizavi suddenly stopped them in front of a store. “Oh, I’ve got a good feeling about this place. Keith, leave this to me. Ladies, divide and conquer!”

Pidge sat in the corner, reading a comic book, while Allura and Romelle looked at the shiny jewelry. He followed Nadia as she started browsing, looking through the men’s clothes. “You’re the last person I would trust to pick an outfit,” Keith grumbled. 

She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “You’ll just have to deal with it sweetheart.” 

He ignored her, turning around to a rack of assorted clothing. They spent a few minutes searching. He picked up a cool black jacket with crimson highlights. It probably wasn’t fancy enough. 

Ina and Nadia ran up to him, mischievous looks on their faces. The black-haired girl started pushing him towards the dressing rooms. “Keith! Try on these outfits!”

As soon as he looked at the outfits they had chosen, he knew they were all wrong, but he decided to humor them. Nadia had picked out a yellow and white sporty outfit for him. “Ta da!” she yelled, showing it off. Ina, Allura, Romelle, and Pidge all gave it a dubious look. Keith silently agreed with them.

Ina had picked out a really baggy light red and white suit, with short white pants. That one got the same reaction as before. 

Romelle’s choice was almost indescribable, and not in a good way. It was super colorful and looked like she had grabbed random things and thrown them together. His patience was starting to wear thin.

Same reaction. Allura smiled and gave her an encouraging thumbs up. “Good try, Romelle!” Pidge facepalmed.

The green paladin’s outfit was the same thing Keith’s character wears in the new show. He had refused to even try it.

He hoped Allura’s outfit was better. She had always seemed the most fashionable out of all of them. It was the best out of all the others so far. She had chosen a white dress shirt with a red tie and black slacks. 

As he stepped out, Nadia’s eyes sparkled. “Wow, Allura! That looks amazing! It really suits you, Keith.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, it looks good. Thanks, Allura, but… something feels off. One second.” 

Keith got to work, going through the aisles and grabbing items that he had seen earlier. He went back into the dressing room. He came out again, enjoying the looks on everyone’s faces. 

Nadia sighed happily, putting her hands on her hips. “I think we’ve done it.” 

“More like I did it,” Keith corrected. “And Allura. Thanks again.” 

The princess smiled. “My pleasure. Shall we go?”

They went up to the counter and set the clothes down. The four-armed alien turned around giving them a pleasant smile. “Why, hello there. Is this everything?” Keith frowned. Something felt off about this guy. He didn’t trust him. 

“Yep,” Rizavi said. “Mission complete!” 

The alien held up a calculator in one hand, and looked through the clothes with another. “Let’s see, what have we got?” He cracked his knuckles and went to work punching numbers in. “Two decorative tarps with casing, one foot container and its mirror match, and a pair of damaged leg coverings. That’ll be… one phoeb of servitude from your small friend there.”

Nadia’s eyes grew to the size of golfballs. “What? A year?” 

“A month,” Pidge said, glancing back at her. “I got this.” She spun around, ruffling up her hair to look like her character, and turned back to the counter, putting on her nasally voice. “How about you give us all this and I give you an autograph from a world-famous Paladin of Voltron.” Her eyes sparkled convincingly.

The alien had a confused, and slightly disgusted, look on his face, an eyebrow raised. “No! Price just went up to three phoebs.”

Pidge took a step back as Allura spoke up. “I could give you a royal decree of service from the Crown Princess of Alte—” She suddenly stopped, and looked at the ground with a sigh. “Oh, right, I, um…” 

Romelle gave her concerned look, then clasped her hands together. “I can make you a deca-phoebs’ worth of blomfruit pies! I just need blomfruits. You wouldn’t happen to sell any, would you?” 

“Shipping will cost you ten phoebs of servitude alone!” the alien yelled, leaning forward. 

Keith scowled at the alien behind the counter, putting a hand on Allura’s shoulder. “Maybe this was a bad idea. I don’t need the clothes. Let’s just go.” If he was being honest, he really wanted the clothes. They looked good and made him feel good, but he wasn’t going to put up with this shopkeeper any longer.

He turned around and started to walk away, everyone following him. The four-armed alien suddenly gasped. “Wait!” he called, reaching out towards them. “I’ll give you a friendly deal. You can have all this… for Killbot Phantasm 26: Revengifiance.” Pidge’s eyes widened with surprise. 

“No deal!” Nadia growled, narrowing her eyes. “What could you possibly need it for?” 

“I’ve been looking to get my claws on that game for deca-phoebs.” A slightly dreamy expression appeared on his face. “I’m a huge KBP fan.” 

He noticed the thoughtful way Pidge was looking at the game. As Rizavi vehemently denied his offer, Keith put an arm around his friend’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Pidge. I don't need them. This guy is shady anyways.” He pushed down his reluctance at giving up the clothes. 

She shook her head, holding it out to the alien. “It’s fine. You can have it. We don’t have any time to play it anyway.” 

As she turned around, Keith, who was usually not one for physical touch, bent down and hugged her. “Thank you,” he whispered in her ear. 

He let her go, and Pidge gave him a happy smile and a thumbs up. “Anytime. Now, let’s get you ready!”

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Keith hesitantly rang the doorbell, trying to smooth down his hair for the tenth time. Even after Rizavi tried tackling it with a hairbrush and gel, it still stuck up defiantly. It was fine though, Keith liked it this way.

Komso brushed against him reassuringly. He ruffled the wolf’s mane affectionately, and straightened as the front door swung open. 

Standing on the other side was a woman. Keith could immediately tell this was Lance’s mother. They both had the same bright smile and chocolate-brown hair. 

“Come in, come in, my dear!” she said. Even though he was bad at reading people, Keith detected a slight strain in her voice. She looked over her shoulder, swinging the door open wider. “Oh, you look wonderful! Doesn’t he look wonderful, Lance?”

Lance, who had been walking down the stairs, paused, his mouth gaping. “Wow!” he breathed, his eyes sparkling. “You look amazing.”

Keith glanced away, blushing. He nervously ran a hand through his hair, messing it up again. Rizavi would be so mad right now. 

He brushed a piece of Kosmo’s fur off his sweater. He had picked out a loose red sweater to put on over the white dress shirt Allura had found, with ripped black jeans and black combat boots to complete the look.

“Thanks,” Keith said, meeting Lance’s eyes. The Cuban boy was wearing a tight white sweater with gray arms that looked adorable on him. “You look good, too.”

Lance smirked, making his way down the stairs and stopping in front of him. “Wow, a rare compliment by the amazing Keith Kogane. Who would have thought it was possible?” 

“Remind me why I like you again?” Keith asked teasingly, crossing his arms. 

Kosmo chuffed in greeting, bounding up to Lance. The blue paladin kneeled on the ground, allowing the wolf to jump up and lick his face. “Hey, buddy!” He laughed as Kosmo licked his cheek again, his tail wagging. God, who given this boy the right to look so damn cute. Lance looked up. “Maybe it’s because of my charming personality and dashing looks?”

“No, it’s because Kosmo likes you. Otherwise, you’d be kicked off the team.”

Lance’s face darkened, but it was so quick that maybe he had imagined it. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He stood up, putting a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Anyways, Keith, this is my mom and Pop-pop.” He went through everyone, pointing at each person as he named them. “You know Veronica. That’s Rachel, my brother Marco, my other brother Luis, his wife Lisa, and their kids, Silvio and Nadia.” 

The two kids weren’t even looking at him, their eyes were fixed on Kosmo. “Puppy!” the little girl shrieked. 

Luis put a hand on Nadia’s shoulder, a nervous look on his face. “I knew you were bringing your pet, but… is it safe?”

Keith tried not to frown, instead forcing a smile. “Yes,” he said through gritted teeth. “Kosmo may be a space wolf, but he is well trained.” Kosmo gave him a look like ‘Seriously?’ At least he hoped he was. 

“Don’t worry, guys,” Lance said, reaching down and patting the wolf’s head. “Kosmo is pretty chill.” 

Luis let go of Nadia’s shoulder, and with that, the young girl ran up to Kosmo, throwing her arms around him. “Good puppy!” 

The wolf sat patiently, his tail thumping on the ground as Nadia ran her fingers through his fur. Silvio slowly approached them, holding out his hand. Kosmo stood up, Nadia still practically hanging on him, and sniffed the boy’s hand. The space wolf licked his hand, making him giggle.

Rachel was giving him a suspicious look, but didn’t say anything. Now that Keith thought about it, everyone looked slightly uncomfortable. Is it because I’m a boy? he wondered. Did Lance’s family not know that he is bi? As the children started to play with Kosmo, Lance grabbed his hand. “Come on, Keith! Let’s go set the table.”

He allowed Lance to lead him to the dining room, a light blush dusting across his cheeks. They set the table, talking and laughing. His heart fluttered everytime Lance brushed against him.

They joined everyone in the living room after setting the table as Lance’s mother and Pop-pop went to the kitchen to finish dinner. The tension that Keith had noticed disappeared throughout the evening. 

The kids had fun playing with Kosmo, who was preening under all the attention, and all of Lance’s family was really nice. Even Rachel eventually warmed up to him. 

At one point, Nadia had run up to him and Lance, a curious expression on her face. “Uncle Lance, you’re a boy, and Keith is a boy, but you’re in love, right?”

They exchanged an awkward glance. “Yeah, kiddo,” Lance eventually said, ruffling her hair. “Why?”

She had a thoughtful look on her face. “So, is it okay if a girl likes a girl?”

“Of course.” Lance smiled. “Anyone can like anyone they want to.” 

“Okay!” Nadia said, her face lighting up. “Thanks, Uncle Lance!” 

Keith’s heart felt warm as he watched her run off. 

----------------------------------------------------

When dinner was ready, they sat at the table, Lance pulling out Keith’s chair for him and sitting next to him. A headache that had started to plague him was chased away by the sensation of Lance holding his hand under the table. 

The food was really good, especially the garlic knots. Even Kosmo had gotten bits of food slipped under the table from Silvio and Nadia. Eventually, Lance’s family started to tell embarrassing stories about his childhood. 

“Or the time when we were kids,” Marco was saying, twiddling with his fork. “And Veronica mixed dirt with water and told Lance it was chocolate milk.” Keith chuckled along with everyone else, enjoying the annoyed look on his boyfriend’s face. Woah, when had he started thinking of Lance as his boyfriend?

“Oh, yeah!” Veronica exclaimed. “I still can’t believe he fell for it.”

Keith shook his head. “Oh God, I’m dating an idiot. What did he do?” The strange tension from before suddenly flooded the room again. Why did I say that?!

Lance blushed at his words as his sister continued. “He told on me, of course. Then Pop-pop gave him ice cream and I got none.”

“Yeah, Lance was always the baby of the family,” Marco said, a gleam in his eyes. “It only took you coming to dinner to graduate him to the adult table.” 

Keith could feel Rachel’s eyes glaring daggers into his back. He put a smirk on his face. “That’s not surprising.”

Lance squawked in protest. “What?! What’s that supposed to mean, babe?”

He couldn’t help but blush at the nickname. That meant Lance wanted to be boyfriends, too. They would talk about it later. 

Keith put his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “You know exactly what I mean, Lance.”

After he sat up straight again, there was a beat of awkward silence. Then, Lance’s mother spoke up. 

Her next words were kind, but for some reason, it made Keith’s mental hackles raise. “Lance never brings girls, or boys, home. You must really mean something to him.”

Girls, or boys… 

“That’s strange.” Keith had meant the words to be teasing, but they came out sharper than intended. “Lance gave off the impression of being really popular with women.” 

There was an even longer moment of silence, only the kids still obliviously talking. 

Then Veronica rose, clearing her throat. She held up a glass of water. “A toast… to family. Though we may be apart after tomorrow, we’ll always remain close at heart. Family is forever.” She glanced at him, her eyes raking over the table. “And to Keith, the newest member of our family.” 

Everyone held up their glasses. “To family!”

He put down his glass, staring into the water. Family… Keith had never really had a permanent family before. His father had died when he was young, and his mother had left. He now knew why Krolia had to leave, but it still didn’t change the past. Then Shiro had become his father figure. Then he had also left, presumed dead on the Kerberos mission. 

Then the paladins had come, and he had felt like part of a family again. Pidge had felt like a little sister. Hunk the big brother he had never had. Coran had turned into the weird, crazy uncle. Allura had become almost like a mother, and now their sister. Lance… Lance didn’t really have a family title in Keith’s eyes. Now he knew it was because he had a crush on the blue paladin. 

Even with Krolia back, Keith still felt like he was missing something. Maybe it had come from visiting his father’s grave when they came back to earth? Or maybe it was seeing Lance, Hunk, and Pidge with their families… Another reminder that he would never fit in.

Keith stayed quiet the rest of the evening. After it was over, he thanked Lance’s mother for the wonderful dinner, and said a quick goodbye to Lance. Then, the moment he was out of sight, had Kosmo teleport him back to the Garrison.

After getting back, he made his way to the lions, Kosmo following him. He sat on Black’s head, stroking the wolf’s fur. Since it was summer, the sun was going down later, allowing Keith to catch the last of its rays as it dipped below the horizon. 

The wolf suddenly teleported out from under his fingers, a rush of cold air greeting his hand. He sighed. Even Kosmo doesn’t want to hang out with me right now…

A few seconds later, Kosmo appeared. He had a passenger. The wolf gave him a pointed look before disappearing again.

Lance sat there, blinking in confusion. “Wha— Oh, hey, Keith.”

“Hey, Lance,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact. 

“Sooo,” Lance said. “You’re watching the sunset?”

“Yeah…”

There was a few seconds of silence, before they both spoke at the same time. 

“I’m sorry for ruining your dinner!”

“I’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend!” 

Keith was the first to speak. “What? You’re not a bad boyfriend! Why would you even think that, Lance?”

The blue paladin scowled. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because I forced you into having dinner with my family? And what about you? You didn’t ruin anything, Keith!” 

“Yes, I did,” he bit out. “My very presence ruined it! It’s obvious that your family doesn’t want us dating. They probably want a future daughter-in-law. Not a son.”

He didn't look at Lance. “… What?” The boy’s voice was confused. “Keith… it’s not you. My family loves you. Everyone wouldn’t shut up about it afterwards.” He finally turned to look. Lance’s eyes were soft. “It was my fault. I only told them I was bi and that I had invited my boyfriend to dinner only after I had asked you. They aren’t against us, they just still need to get used to me dating a boy.” He grabbed his hands. “Keith, you didn’t do anything wrong. You are fucking amazing. It was my fault. It’s always my fault…”

Keith squeezed his hands in return, concern for his boyfriend washing over him. “What do you mean, Lance?”

“You know what I mean.” His voice was surprisingly bitter. “I can never get things right. I’d be amazed if you even considered going on another date with me. I just keep messing up. I’m not a good paladin, I’m not a good friend, and I’m definitely not a good boyfriend.”

It hurt Keith to hear the usually bright, funny boy talk about himself that way. He grabbed his shoulders. “Lance, that’s not true.”

He shook him off. “It’s true and you know it. Nobody needs me, I’m expendable. And I don’t want to—”

“Lance!” Keith grabbed his shoulders again, leaning in so close that their lips were almost brushing against each other. “Shut the fuck up.” Then, he kissed him.

Lance immediately buried his fingers in Keith’s hair, letting out a little gasp as their lips met. Keith’s hands trailed down to the blue paladin’s hips. One hand rested on his thigh, while the other wrapped around his waist.

They pulled away after a few seconds, resting their foreheads together. “You’re not expendable, Lance,” Keith breathed, reaching up to cup his face in his hands. “You’re amazing. You're loving. You’re kind. You’re sweet. You’re funny. You’re important, to your family, and to me. 

“I swear, Lance. We’re going to end this war, and we’ll do it with the Lance that’s the Paladin of the Red Lion. The Lance that’s always got my back. And the Lance who knows exactly who he is and what he’s got to offer.”  

Lance played with his hair. “How am I supposed to one-up that speech? And who knew you were such a sap, Mullet? Speaking of which, your hair is really soft.” Keith snorted with laughter as he continued. “Keith… I know this is our first date, but I love you.” 

“I love you too, Lance.” Raw emotion filled his voice. “With all my fucking heart.” 

Lance pulled him into another kiss as the sun sank below the horizon.

[zenithpng]

"Think 'm havin' a seizure or… or-or-or-or ssssssssssomething!" Lance forces out. His hand twists, tense, painful.

"Okay," Shiro says, total belief in his voice. God, finally, someone that doesn't treat Lance like he's crazy. Finally, someone takes him seriously. "Let's breathe and calm down first, okay?"

or, four times Lance was annoying and one time Shiro saw things for what they really were.

oneshot ☆ 4+1 things ☆ Lance & Shiro ☆ 4.5k

doubles as propaganda for the @tourettes-swag-tournament ! vote lance!!

[wogwoman]

｛☆HAPPY★BIRTHDAY☆LANCE}

ヽ（≧ω≦） /

One of my Most Favorite Days of July, if not the entire year!

My annual Langst Oneshot is up and ready, if any of you want to check it out:

And I set up blue decorations while baking some festive Birthday Brownies!

Happy Birthday to my most favorite Blue Boy,

Lance Mclain!

[klaissance]

LANCE AND KEITH NECK AND NECK

“who fell first” this “who fell harder” that

[lapseinrecs]

within the lines of distant suns and their systems

By cometing

On Archive of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 6,815 words

Summary: “Kogane,” he calls. Pidge doesn’t look up, but Hunk does, pausing in his scribbles to give Lance a wide-eyed look that is promptly ignored. Keith’s head shoots up, looking startled by the use of his name, and he meets Lance’s eyes with a mostly unreadable expression. Or maybe that’s just Lance’s exhaustion speaking, he doesn’t know or care. “Come sit with us,” he offers, patting the back of the chair next to him. Keith looks a bit like a frightened wild animal, but when Lance stares at him expectantly, he slowly starts picking up his work and piling it in his arms. He approaches their table slowly, still cautious, but sets his stuff down and pulls out the chair. Lance slams a hand down on his worksheet, making all three of his tablemates jump. “Dude,” he says to Keith. “What in the fuckity is this saying. Do you understand this shit?” Keith looks somewhere between taken aback, baffled, and bemused. “Um. Kind of?” “Please. Explain.” or, the paladins become friends long before they ride a hoverbike down a cliff together. it's lance's fault, really. studying at the garrison, birthday celebrations, and all kinds of love and laughter.

My thoughts: The way they fall apart in the end got to me a little ngl. They're just building up a nice friendship and its nice they're friends your honor.

[kelthebarb]

ABOUT ME!

hello hello !!

i’m kelian, keli, or kel (feel free to call me either), i’m 19, and i write fanfiction :)

here are some of the fandoms & characters i write for

— TWD

genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets

carl grimes, rick grimes, daryl dixon, michonne grimes, enid rhee, maggie rhee, henry sutton, rosita espinosa, glenn rhee, tara chambler, ron anderson

— AOT

genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets

hangë zoe, eren yeager, levi ackerman, jean kirschtein, armin arlert, connie springer, mikasa ackerman, sasha braus, annie leonhardt

— VLD

genres: fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots

pidge gunderson, lance mcclain, keith kogane, matt holt, princess allura

— MHA

genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets

mezo shoji, hitoshi shinsou, shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, touya todoroki/dabi, izuku midoriya, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, tenya iida, hanta sero

— GMW

genres: fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots

lucas friar, farkle minkus, riley matthews, maya hart, shawn hunter

— KNY

genres: smut (only for some characters), fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots

tanjiro kamado, inosuke hashibira, zenitsu agatsuma, giyuu tomioka, rengoku kyojuro, tengen uzui, obanai iguro, sanemi shinazugawa, himejima gyomei, muichiro tokito, gyutaro shabana

— ATWOW

genres: smut (only for some characters), fluff, angst, platonic, headcannons, oneshots

[nga yawne lu oer - lo’ak sully]

[mean - neteyam & lo’ak sully]

lo’ak sully, neteyam sully, kiri sully, jake sully, neytiri te tskaha mo’at’ite, aonung, tsireya, rotxo

— COD

genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets

[if i could tell her - john “soap” mactavish]

[my future - simon “ghost” riley]

simon “ghost” riley, john “soap” mactavish, kyle “gaz” garrick, john price, alejandro vargas, keegan russ, alex keller, könig

— GHOST

genres: angst, fluff, smut, platonic, headcannons, oneshots, alphabets (only platonic for the girls because i’m gay)

[mountaindew angst blurb]

swiss, dew, mountain, phantom, aether, rain, cumulus, cirrus, aurora

- WHAT I WILL WRITE

dom/sub dynamics

ships

pet names

pretty tame kinks (also piss if ya filthy) (i am)

character x reader

- WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

odd kinks, shit, age regression, etc

incest

fem!reader

yandere characters/readers

requests that make me uncomfortable

n that’s pretty much it ! my requests are open, so feel free to send in some !

[boookfreeak]

baking is a dangerous game - Klance fan fic on ao3

Titel: baking is a dangerous game

Pairing: Lance McClain/Keith Kogane

Oneshot

Wordcount: 5,4k

Summary:

“Wait, did you just say ‘boil the milk’?” “Yes?” Keith replied, matching Lance’s appalled tone. “Why would you boil the milk?” Lance shouted. “’Cause that’s what the recipe is asking for,” Keith shouted back. “I know I’m no professional baker but I’m still able to read!” Lance’s eyes traveled from Keith’s to the cookbook and back. Letting out a huff, Keith stepped forward and pointed at the section he had read before, the one decorated with Lance’s scribbled line. “’Until it bubbles’?” There was a short silence as Lance’s eyes darted across the page. Then, turning Keith’s exasperation into confusion, he started laughing. In the loud, contagious, belly-hurting, tears-bringing, and 100 percent Lance way. “Keith.” Lance wrung for air. “God, I love you so much.” “What?” Keith said defensively.

- in other words Lance tries to teach Keith how to make one of his family's recipes. chaos ensues.

I haven't really posted a lot of my writing yet and I'm not sure how it works on tumblr so I'll just stick to ao3 whoops

But if anyone is interested, you can read it here!