#sleepy klance is so good

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@keepingwhumpwiththekardashians i think i found some good ones! They aren’t overly angsty + I tried to find a different variety of fics to hopefully help find one you like

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Past Violence, Scars, Sleepy Kisses, Talking About Scars, Insecure Lance (Voltron)

Summary:

Lance has hard days.

The memories, the regrets.... the scars.

But Keith loves every part of him and will make sure lance knows this.

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Keith (Voltron), Space Dad Shiro (Voltron), Protective Shiro (Voltron), Keith & Shiro (Voltron) are Adoptive Siblings, Hunk & Lance (Voltron) Friendship, Hunk (Voltron) is so Pure, Hunk (Voltron) is a Good Friend, Guilt, Lance (Voltron) Angst

Summary:

It's 2023 and I'm new here! Hi! I'm watching the series for the first time I had to get this off my chest. Season 1 Episode 6:

Canon: Lance, distracted by pretty alien Nyma, ends up loosing Blue to space pirates. The paladin crew has to go rescue Blue and bring her back. Shiro sends Keith after them into an asteroid belt to flush them out.

My what if: Keith ends up seriously injured on this resuce mission. Meanwhile Lance can do nothing but listen over the comms while Keith is in danger because of him.

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Lance's Family (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Earth AU, klance, Crying, Cuddling & Snuggling, collage acceptance, Keith’s a mess, lance comforts him, their in love your honer, Cute, Oneshot, Fluff, Lance (Voltron) Speaks Spanish, cursing, mentioned panic attacks, Mentioned speeding, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

Keith and Lance have earned themselves a reputation as the “inseparable pair” but what happens when one of them has to leave the other for a bit?

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Fan Fiction Library - Challenge, Keith (Voltron)-centric, Keith/Lance (Voltron)-centric, Established Relationship, Established Keith/Lance (Voltron), Gay Keith (Voltron), Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Blindness, Self-Sacrifice, Hurt Keith (Voltron), Panic, Panic Attacks, Lance (Voltron) is a Good Boyfriend, Healing, Medical Procedures, Insecurity, Self-Esteem Issues, Keith (Voltron) Needs a Hug, Soft Lance (Voltron), Soft Keith (Voltron), Soft Keith/Lance (Voltron), klance, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Training, Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Head Injury, Fist Fights, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Caretaking, Needy Keith (Voltron), Swimming Pools, Carrying, Heartbreaking, Heart-to-Heart, Vulnerability, Hope, Forehead Kisses, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, soft, Happy Ending, Hopeful Ending, Fluffy Ending

Series: Part 19 of FFL Promptmonth 2021 - Voltron LD stories ft. Keith, Lance and Klance

Summary:

A temporarily blind Paladin isn't a liability, right?

Keith isn't a liability... right??

The team knows that he isn't - but Keith needs to be convinced of that.

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Lance & Voltron Paladins, Keith & Lance (Voltron), Hunk & Lance (Voltron), Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura & Lance (Voltron), Lance & Shiro (Voltron), Lance & Veronica (Voltron), Coran & Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Veronica (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron) (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Team as Family, Paladins, Nightmares, varadero beach, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Pre-Relationship, Pre-Slash, Temporary Character Death, Lance (Voltron) Speaks Spanish, Injury Recovery, Self-Esteem Issues, Bisexual Lance (Voltron), BUT it's not talked about, 5+1 Things, Canon Compliant, except there's no allurance here, Worry, Crying, Secrets

Summary:

exactly what the title says

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canon compliant but Lance never really liked Allura- it was friendship flirting

pre-Klance

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Keith Kogane, Lance McClain, Hunk (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Near Death Experiences, Minor Character Death, Injury Recovery, Keith has an emotional breakdown, Hunk (Voltron) is a Good Friend, Major Character Injury, no one dies, Established Keith/Lance (Voltron), Space family

Summary:

Luck can only hold out for so long. Keith almost loses everything in a moment of inattention, leaving Lance to pay for his moment of distraction. Creeping closer to the edge, he struggles with the cost.

The team does their best to help.

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 06, Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety, Healing, Pining Lance (Voltron), Pining Keith (Voltron), Mutual Pining, Insecure Lance (Voltron), Hurt Lance (Voltron), Hurt Keith (Voltron), Angst, Fluff, Injury Recovery, TW IN SECOND CHAPTER (ANXIETY ATTACK)

Summary:

How does one ever handle the gaping hole of space by themselves?

With the weight of insecurities and remerging feelings it is deemed almost impossible!

Well, not for Lance Mcclain that is.

By all accounts, he is the master of these attributes.

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Coran (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Black Paladin Keith (Voltron), Red Paladin Lance (Voltron), Asexual Keith (Voltron), Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Galra Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Has ADHD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Anxiety, Someone Loses a Leg Three Guesses Who, Hospitals, Surgery, Minor Original Character(s), Minor Allura/Lotor (Voltron), Near Death Experiences, Amputation, I'm Tagging a lot of Potentially Frightening Stuff but it's obviously not that Graphic, Injury Recovery, Head Injury, Short-Term Memory Loss, Established Relationship, Team as Family

Series: Part 7 of And Never Again Feel Weak

Summary:

Keith remembers every detail in vivid clarity.

Remembers the fear shaking down to his bones. Remembers Red's anguish burning their link, threaded through his own skin. Remembers a soft noise through the frazzled comms, barely there at all. Remembers the pain in his hands and his straining muscles as he tried to force Black's jaws open.

Remorse was like a waterfall between them.

She couldn't save them both.

//Lance and Keith deal with the aftermath of a traumatic acciden

Finally let myself accept the realization that you should just never read an angst fic involving/following Klance, no matter how much hurt/comfort there is. It will. Never. Be enough to fix WHATEVER the fuck just happened.

Like holy shit did that hurt.

[itsmochichu]

witch x cat 🐱✨

[twulo]

Warm and sleepy bedhead Lances for the soul

[chatlote]

As I promised the second half of yesterday chapter, hope you enjoy!! Also I don’t know how tumblr will end up tomorrow so if anything goes wrong, I will be on AO3 and Insta.

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Keith is smiling when Lance drags him by the hand, making him sit down again so he can keep treating Keith’s wound. It makes him recall Lance’s love letters because he is fairly sure that he read something similar to this on those. Unfortunately, it’s also the thought of letters that make Keith’s smile drop as he eyes his own reply that is next to him since Lance needed to free his hands to take care of Keith’s wound.

This anticipation is slowly killing him, Lance is going to grab the letter any second now and read what Keith wrote and then he will have to deal with what happens which might break his heart and- “Keith!” Lance's voice is firm and soft at the same time and it stops him from spiraling further down into bad scenarios. He meets Lance’s eyes. “You can relax, you know? You will also make me nervous like this.” Lance laughs, and the sound is so comforting to hear. Keith smile returns. “I am sure you would be nervous even if I wasn’t.” “Maybe, but you certainly aren’t helping.” Lance protests while he tilts Keith’s head to get a better view at the wound. When he lets go, Keith sort of misses the touch and curses himself for thinking that. “It’s done and you are welcome,” Lance announces. “Thanks... so now…” Unable to finish the sentence he just stares at the letter beside him. “Yeah yeah, I got it.” And so Lance sits down next to him, the letter in hand and carefully starts opening and unfolding it.

While Lance starts reading it, Keith decides to look away, aware that it would mostly be awkward if he kept staring. So tries to think of ways to distract himself while Lance reads, but before he actually comes up with something he feels a weight against his shoulder. Keith looks down and finds Lance hiding his face with the letter. “Ohmygod.” He seems to be trembling… is he crying? No, it sounds more like… laughing. “Lance?” Not moving from his place on Keith’s shoulder, Lance mumbles. “You are illegal.” “Did you… finish?” “No, and I am deeply regretting the decision of reading this in front of you.” He finally lowers the letter, and Keith catches a very flushed Lance, that seems to be trying to suppress a smile and failing miserably. “Also you are officially the worst.” It’s thanks to Lance’s expression that Keith finally convinces himself to relax. “Take your time reading.” He chuckles as he lets his head rest above Lance’s “I don’t have anywhere else to be.” 

(Next ->)

[teddyylou]

Monday: Klance Drabble - teddyylou

Keith woke to gentle kisses being pressed to the shell of his ear. Wrapped up under the warm covers of his bed, he pulled the strong arm that was hugged around his middle even tighter, pressing his boyfriend’s hand, which had crept up under his shirt as they slept, to his chest, kissing his knuckles. 

“Hmm, morning, baby,” Lance hummed, burying his nose snuggly into Keith’s mess of black hair. Keith felt him breathe out happily, the way their feet brushed together at the foot of the bed adding to the serene feeling that was swiftly taking over all of his senses. Every place on him that Lance touched tingled with a warmth that sent goosebumps all over his body, and every breath they took in unison as they snoozed well past Keith’s alarm made his heart swell and his smile grow exponentially. 

“Morning, Lance. Mmh, it’s so sunny and nice you could almost forget that it’s Monday,” he mumbled, rolling over so that he could face his boyfriend. “And your sleepy voice is just so sexy,” he giggled, pressing their foreheads together. 

Lance scrunched up his face, still yet to open his eyes, simply holding Keith closer to him to stop him from wriggling around so much. “Yeah, you can even hear the birds chirping,” he replied with a content sigh, purposefully skipping over Keith’s crass sentiment. 

“Aw, you also say really sappy, cliche things when you’re half asleep. Did you know that?” Keith’s aimed a toothy grin at Lance as he opened his eyes to lour, who merely pulled the pillow out from under Keith’s head and gently smack it back down over his face which a ‘whump’.

Keith tossed it aside, rolling over to share Lance’s pillow so that he could press a kiss to his lips. ‘The first one of the day’ he thought to himself, closed mouth to avoid Lance’s nasty morning breath.

“Hey Lance, you know you have terrible morn-”

Knock, knock.

“Keith, are you up? I heard your alarm go off. Breakfast will be on the table in five; don’t make me come and get you.” Keith and Lance froze as Keith’s mother spoke gently through the door from the hallway. Keith even heard Lance hold his breath.

“Yeah, uh, coming mum,” he called back. They waited for her footsteps to disappear down the hall before Keith could even tear his eyes away from the door, relaxing against his bed as Lance let out his breath with a disappointed sigh. He knew what was coming.

“Okay, Romeo, out you go.” Keith patted Lance’s thigh as he pulled back the covers. Lance, left only in his sweatpants, laid firmly on the mattress shaking his head.

“Nooo, I don’t want to go. Let me stay,” he whined, attempting to pull Keith back against his chest before he could reach for the hoodie he’d stolen from him about a week prior. 

“Mum would kill me if she knew you’d been sneaking in at night, you have to,” Keith pleaded, eyes wide as he tried to force Lance out of his bed. 

“Keith, I’ve been staying here about three nights a week for the last two months! You don’t think she knows?” He asked, leaning over the bed to put his socks back on, tying his converse with a huff. 

“Nope,” Keith said frankly, shaking his arms until his hands poked out of the ends of Lance’s hoodie. He climbed out of bed, catching one of Lance’s arms as he grabbed his shirt, pulling him to his feet. “And she isn’t going to find out. Now, window. Out.” Keith gave Lance a gentle push towards the second-storey window, an easily slidable roof just underneath it that would drop Lance in the front yard of Keith’s house. Lance held his hand up to his heart, scorned. 

“Nine whole months I’ve loved you and here you are, forcing your dear, sweet boyfriend out of a window to ride his bike the whole way home. How you wound me,” he feigned. Keith raised an unsympathetic brow, arms crossed over his chest.

“Forsooth,” he mused, causing Lance’s facade to crack with the upturn of the corner of his lip.

“Ah, so you finally did your English homework,” Lance said, one foot already standing on top of the garage. He straddled the window sill as he slid on his shirt.

“I may has't,” Keith smiled before dawdling over to Lance, handing him his phone. “See you at school.”

“Don’t be late,” Lance said, standing fully on the roof so that he could lean back in, hands supporting him on the sill. “I love you.”

Lance kissed Keith sweetly, clearly not caring as much about morning breath as Keith did. 

“I love you too,” Keith said before leaning in again, even if he knew that Lance did it on purpose, because Keith really just wanted to kiss his boyfriend. “Bye.”

“Bye,” they muttered to each other between short pecks before Lance pushed himself up, slid down the roof, and landed skilfully on the lawn. Keith watched him as he ran down to the street, pulling his bike out of the bush he had stowed it in, and rode off towards his own house. Keith watched until he’d disappeared over the crest of the hill that led to his street, actually enjoying the warm sun and the singing birds because Mondays were always good when he started them next to Lance. 

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Keith was startled back to reality by his mother’s voice. He’d not even noticed she’d come back up to find him.

“Oh just… some birds,” Keith lied. Krolia stared at her son for a second. 

“Okay,” she replied. “Come get breakfast, we have to leave soon.”

“Cool, be down in a sec.”

***

Keith woke up tangled in sheets and all of the extra blankets he and Lance had thrown over themselves as they went to sleep the night before. His entire body was engulfed in the warmth of the strong arms holding him close, heat radiating off Lance’s chest that was pressed tight to Keith’s back. 

Lance groaned as they both stirred, instantly pulling Keith even closer as the raven wiggled around to face his boyfriend. Keith felt a sleepy kiss against his forehead as he tucked his face into Lance’s neck. It was warm there. No need or desire lingered to go anywhere else. 

Lance adjusted his feet to intertwine them with Keith’s. He, however, managed to pull the blankets with him as he did and for a brief moment, a gust of piercing cold air let itself into their safe cocoon. In unison, they gasped an indigent “Ah!” and huddled in together, giggling as they found themselves safe from the dreary Monday morning weather.

They laid in silence, sharing soft, lazy kisses as the rain poured on outside. The windows were fogged and if they tried just the slightest it was as if nothing else in the world existed outside Keith’s bedroom. 

Until they heard shuffling around in the kitchen below.

Keith let out a deep sigh, placing a few more kisses to Lance’s defined collar bone before patting his side solemnly. 

“Hhh, you should probably go now,” he weighed the unfortunate words on his tongue as he spoke. Lance merely groaned in response, snuggling deeper under the mountain of soft blankets where the sting of the outside couldn’t get him. 

“Keith, baby. You can’t possibly make me go out there. You wouldn’t make me ride home in the rain,” Lance begged, holding him and rocking him, like a half-hearted shakedown. Keith huffed, considering his options for a second. 

He peeked his head out of the covers, hair still a mess over his face. It looked so cold out there that his skin prickled just at the thought of it. But then he thought of his mother downstairs, catching them. Each rattle of a closing kitchen draw made his heart pound. It was a tough choice.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna make me ride home. I can’t believe my small, loving, sweet boyfriend is going to send me out like this. I could catch a cold Keith. Do you wanna be the one looking after this snotty-nosed bastard?” Lance persisted almost too loudly and pointed to himself. 

Keith snorted and placed his hand over Lance’s mouth to hush him. He thought about it for a second longer, eyes narrowed to a squint, shifting from the bedroom door to the window. Lance’s eyes remained wide as he awaited Keith’s verdict. 

“Fine,” Keith said after a second. Lance whispered an elated cheer before pulling the both of them back under the blanket pile to cuddle.

Keith didn’t know what his next move was, but while he was laying so comfortably and soundly in Lance’s arms he was sure of one thing. That move was not going to be for many, many minutes. He opened his eyes so that he was just staring blankly at Lance’s chest as the brunet carded a hand through Keith’s knotty hair​​—the pair simply pretending that it wasn’t as such due to Keith sleeping like the dead, and Lance’s fingers totally weren’t getting stuck and tugging on a knot every few strokes. 

Keith was almost completely lulled back to sleep when he heard a knock. 

“Keith, I called you already what are you up to?” His mother’s voice became increasingly clearer as the door opened ajar and without a second to lose he threw the blankets over Lance’s head, holding them tightly up to his chin. He hoped it looked like he was just really cold, and that their entangled bodies just looked like Keith under a mass of about four quilts. 

If Krolia knew anything, she wasn’t letting on; Keith thought he was safe.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Bit hard to get out of bed today. I have to plan my course wisely to get from here to the warm shower with as little time in the antarctic hallway as possible,” Keith explained, trying to appear nonchalant as Lance feathered kisses to anywhere he could reach on Keith’s chest without moving. Krolia nodded inconspicuously. 

“Okay, well, breakfast is on the table, get it while it’s hot,” she told him taking a step back out of the room. She stopped, however, just as she was about to close the door. “Oh, and there is a place set for Lance too,” she eyed Keith smugly, a faint smirk on her lips as she closed the door. 

Keith heard a quiet ‘oh fuck’ from under the covers and, well, yeah. That. 

[vldlance]

HUMPH DISTRACTION TIME IG

Keith not being able to sleep (idk why) so Lance (who is next to him) is like "say no more, babe I have a solution". So now Lance is searching up dad jokes on his phone and they are both giggling and hushing each other to not wake up the neighbors bc Lance just did a Shiro impression on one joke and it's just very funny and they're having a good time but then its like 2am and they finally agree it's sleepy time for real and now they are just cuddled up together in their soft blanket super warm and nice 😌 -Klance Day THERE. THERE IS MY DUMB KLANCE THOUGHT THAT TUMBLR ASKS HATED ME FOR FOR SOME REASON.

[hauntedcastles-blog]

Klance Headcanon: Lance but w/ naturally curly hair :)

Okay okay so hear me out. Keith and Lance go out on a mission looking for some weird ass plant that Pidge really wants to look into cuz it's said to contain some magical properties of some sorts. So the two go to this new planet and on said planet, Lance decides to start picking on Keith...because what else is he gonna do when he's stuck on a planet alone with Keith? He pokes him and teases his mullet as usual...

"Hey Keith, your mullet is looking extra mullety today."

Keith is starting to get real sick of his shit and all he wants to do is carry on with the mission but Lance is just...so frikin' distracting...in more than one way wink wink ;) but anyways, he really just wants him to shut the hell up. Keith starts smiling all smug when they start walking next to a lake and Lance is completely oblivious to it so he continues blabbering on about Keith's mullet.

Keith waits for the right moment and then just completely LUNGES Lance into the water. Lance is fucking panicking and screaming because the water is like negative degrees celsius and Keith is just standing there laughing his ass off.

"What the hell man??!" Lance says spitting out water from his mouth and climbing out.

His armour and under suit are completely drenched and Keith kind of feels bad but he doesn't regret it one bit.

"That's what you get for talking shit about my mullet."

Lance is brooding and complaining the entire time about how he's freezing and IT'S ALL KEITH'S FAULT. And now Keith wishes he hadn't done it because listening to Lance whine is way worse. Lance's hair starts the air dry a bit and soft, brown curls start to become more defined. Keith hadn't really taken it in until they finally decided to stop mid way to camp out.

"Woah..." Keith stared at Lance like he was from outer space...I mean...does that line even work in this context?

Lance had no clue why the fuck Keith was staring at him like he was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. "Can I help you?"

"It's just..."

"it's just what?"

"Your hair."

"What about my hair?"

"It's... CURLY?!" Keith started to kneel closer to Lance and was about to reach over and touch his hair until he realized that's probably stepping out of his bounds.

"Oh! Right yeah, I guess there's no point in hiding it now. My hair's naturally curly but I've kinda been straightening it this entire time." Lance looked away a little embarassed.

"What?!"

"I know I know...it looks really bad but I don't exactly have a straightener lying around in my paladin suit." Lance joked.

"What are you talking about?" Keith was worried that what he was about to say next would be taken the wrong way but fuck it. This beautiful paladin needs to hear a compliment for once in his life. "It actually...it looks really good on you." Keith stared at the ground, nervously biting his lips and waiting for Lance to laugh in his face.

Lance scoffed, "There's no way you just admitted that. You're lying. Is this you're way of trying to get me to stop picking on your mullet? Cuz it's not gonna work."

Keith gritted his teeth together. It's hard enough for him to open up about his feelings and now Lance is doubting them. "I'm serious! Why do you straighten it?"

Lance rubbed the back of his neck. "I dunno...I guess I was always teased when I was little for my hair so I started straightening it. Helps me fit in, and now it's just a habit. Just like brushing my teeth every morning."

"Whoever teased you about your hair should be cursed with baldness." Keith smiled and finally looked at Lance in the eyes, taking in all the little things that make Lance so beautiful. His soft freckles (barely visible but there if you look close enough), his long eyelashes, and smooth lips.

Lance was laughing, but it wasn't to mock Keith or make him feel dumb. He just really wasn't expecting Keith to make a joke. After there was a long silence. It wasn't awkward, just calm and quiet. Then Lance finally spoke up. "Hey, I know you probably won't believe me after how much I tease you about it but, I actually think your mullet looks really cool. It suits you."

"Are you just saying this because I complimented your hair and you wanna pay back the favour?"

Lance laughed. "No, I swear. I've always thought you looked really badass with the long hair and everything. I guess I was just too stubborn to admit it."

Keith's cheeks started to heat up. Lance thought he looked cool. "Thanks." He smiled and started staring at the ground again. The dirt is just so interesting.

"So...wanna touch it?" Lance wiggled his brows.

"Um what?" Keith started gay panicking.

"C'monnnn, I know you wanna touch my hair. Feel how soft my luscious locks are." He put his hand over his head like a damsel in distress.

Keith wasn't gonna say no to an opportunity like this. He leaned over again and gently ran his fingers through Lance's hair, being careful not to ruin the curls.

"It's so soft!"

"Mhmmm." Lance smirked.

Keith kept running his fingers through his hair, it felt like clouds.

Lance started to feel really sleepy. Having someone touch your hair like this really makes you feel a certain way. He started yawning and stretching out his arms. "I'm just gonna—yawn—lay down over here for a minute." Lance placed his head in Keith's lap and knocked out. "Lance! What the—" Keith stared at the boy, a soft blush creeping up into his cheeks. He sighed and looked away. "Sweet dreams."

The end. :)

So like I dunno how this ended up becoming a whole fanfic. It was supposed to be a short little text post but then this happened. Oops! But anyways, this was really fun!

Side note, I just realized it actually makes sense if Lance got bullied for his hair in the past because of how he projects his insecurities onto Keith. But anyways, hope you enjoyed reading this!

[vldkeith]

Them sleepy, their laugh -Klance Day

16. Them sleepy

lance honestly doesn’t get sleepy THAT often?? he’s got a great sleep schedule and bedtime routine; he gets a healthy, good nights’ sleep most of the time. but when he doesn’t & gets sleepy, he fazes out a lot, loses track of conversations, and ends up staring at one place for a long time in exhaustion fkghjjfdkhs it can be a little unnerving bc it’s so different from his usual optimistic/hyper demeanor, but truly he never lets it last long before going to bed or going for a nap! keith on the other hand is often sleepy/tired, though he doesn’t show it; he overworks his body and mind frequently, and whenever it catches up to him it’s v v obvious. his eyes droop, he leans on his palm and drifts off, he gets grumpy and snappish.....if u can get him into a bed for a nap tho (as lance frequently does), he gets rly cuddly and will nuzzle into u before falling asleep. sleepy keith is quite cute :3

4. Their laugh

lance’s laugh is high-pitched and infectious; it’s hard to hear him laugh and not want to smile yourself!! it sounds so friendly (even if it’s not) and it’s honestly just a joy to hear. keith’s is unexpectedly loud whenever it happens, tho it tends to stay within the range of his normal voice & not go up any octaves, but its rly happy sounding and joyful and he opens his mouth wide and it’s just very cute and nice. 

[bamboogood]

voltron + klance at a gala on olkarion

there's music, dark green lights, and incredible dresses- like the one worn by allura. it's brown and looks incredible with her white silk hair

lance is with her (coran told him to protect her for the night, she is a princess of course)

and keith is with hunk and shiro as they interact with some olkari

and look- keith hates galas. he hates them. this is what? his twentieth as leader? so yes- he hates them and he hates when shiro pushes him to be social because "keith- we need to form a good alliance"

so keith isn't even listening to hunk as he converses with some olkari guy. he leaves the physical world and imagines him and lance sleepy and in bed because it's what? 12 am? keith is sleepy. and he would like to be in bed with his boyfriend, because again- he hates this

he proceeds to imagine just lance

lovely lovely lance. god he loves lance

he loves his face, he loves his eyes and loves when he blushes

he loves his lips

and it hits him like a kick in the face, this need to kiss lance- because he loves him and, again, he also loves his lips

so he just leaves shiro and hunk. shiro protests however it rests on deaf ears as keith moves across the gala and when he sees lance- sees his lovely face- his need to be with him grows

so he pulls him away to the garden

"keith, baby, what-"

and keith kisses him

it's less loud in the garden and he dies when lance kisses him back because he needed this, needed to be with him

"samuri, did you pull me away just to kiss me?" he says with a grin. he always grins when he's with keith

keith of course says no and blushes this dark red and lance kisses his cheek and says, "you are very adorable"

--

lance oversees the princess for the rest of the night and when they go "home", he and keith exchange kisses in bed and keith sleeps like a baby

[silverineontherun]

Can’t Help Falling in Love (but make it klance)

I was working and this song came on. I just had to drop everything and write this little piece for our boys 🥺 hope you like it!

It’s just one of those nights. 

One of those nights when Lance finds it hard to leave the warmth of his bed, but even harder to stay there, while sleep evades him after waking up from a nightmare. 

One of those nights when he can turn to the side and find Keith still asleep beside him-- the only good thing about insomnia, the rare chance of looking at his slumbering early bird partner, even if he can only distinguish his silhouette in the dark.

But as endearing as it is, the root of his fears ruins the moment, distracts him from the innocent pleasure of counting Keith’s soft breaths. Time starts dragging, the body starts aching, and after a couple of hours, as the darkness around them subtly changes, he decides to leave the bed and just start his day before the sun and the rest of the world.

It’s a cloudy dawn and it’ll probably be a cloudy day too. Feeling cold and stiff, Lance turns on the coffee maker, stretches, and stares outside through the small window with empty eyes. The silence of this hour is truly a double-edged sword; so calming and unique, yet clear field for lingering night terrors.

To his surprise, however, the quietness is soon interrupted by barefoot steps on the stairs, stopping in the doorframe of the kitchen. 

Lance thinks it’ll be like the other few times when this has happened, with a surprised Keith sitting down and yawning before greeting him, and with him handing the man a cup of coffee with a forced smirk, joking about his accomplishment of getting up first. He waits to hear the slap of Keith’s bare feet as they make their way to the chair before saying anything, turning his attention to the coffee maker with a small smile.

The steps, however, cross the kitchen directly to him-- before he can say anything, two strong arms surround him, and a heavy head rests on his shoulder.

Feeling Keith breathe in slowly as if he is smelling him, his shoulders shake with a silent chuckle. Lance is about to ask if he wants coffee, but then he hears a low sound coming from Keith’s chest, and his eyes open wide with surprise.

“Hmm... Hmm… Hmmm…” 

Keith’s soft breath fans over his skin as he unmistakably hums a melody Lance knows very well. It’s an old song his grandma loved a lot. His partner’s muffled voice, low and syrupy with its traces of sleep, reverberates through his body as the two arms circling his body tighten their hold and even start swaying both of them. 

He continues humming, surprisingly on tone, until he finally opens his mouth and lets out his voice to sing:

“But I can’t help…” 

Four words and Lance feels like melting, mind completely blank in surprise at this unexpected serenade. However, there’s a pause after them, and then the lips land on the crook of his neck, staying there as he hums the rest of the phrase instead of singing, as if he regretted daring to do so in the first place.

It’s not like Lance needed a reminder, really, but... god, he is so in love with this man.

Aware of this fact and of his own goosebumps, he laughs softly. His first impulse is to tease Keith or ask him about the song, but then he realizes he doesn’t need any answers now. In fact, it’s amazing how he suddenly doesn’t need anything else in this life but to extend this moment. So, how did the rest of the song go…?

“Like a river flows, surely to the sea…”

Sighing, he turns around in Keith’s embrace and stares into his eyes. He is comically shaggy and sleepy, and he’s the most beautiful thing Lance has ever seen, so much his mouth instantly stretches into a lovestruck smile. His arms go up and surround Keith’s neck, hands dipping into his hair. Then, with another sigh, he supports his cheek on Keith’s and takes over humming the melody. He feels the warmth of Keith’s face, and the way it shifts into a smile he can’t see as he joins him. 

They stay like this, humming and waltzing in their kitchen, the coffee brewer buzzing behind them, and the first birds singing outside as the sun starts rising. They go through the next three verses this way, but Lance considers there’s an important message following. So, when they reach that part he separates his face from Keith’s to stare into his eyes again, and sings as soft as he can:

“For I can’t help… falling in love with you…”

And even though there are a few more verses left, Keith jumps straight into the end of the song, and repeats with his deep voice:

“For I can’t help… falling in love… with you…”

Then he blushes and Lance finally cracks, laughing and hugging him tightly. It’s the first time he has heard Keith sing and he hopes it’s not the last-- no, it definitely won’t, considering they have a whole life ahead of them of moments like this one. Of these little surprises Lance never expected to get from Keith Kogane himself: the man, the hero, now the lover; the only one who chases away his ghosts and keeps him warm in his embrace. 

He laughs so hard his eyes may be watering a bit, but Keith can’t see that as he groans and hides his face while hugging him and pushes him towards the counter, where they almost trip their noisy coffee maker.

And just like that, it becomes one of those other nights for Lance. A night of them, the clouds, the smell of coffee at dawn, and a fond memory created together with the love of his life.

[mantharay-blog1]

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doodle for therapy~

[somekindoftuber]

vld youtuber AU part two (klance)

part one

Lance gets home from spring break with his raw footage and gets right to editing. He’s pretty pleased with how it came out, but he still waits a few days to post it, worried he’ll seem overeager. Shiro posts the video that Lance is in the next week, and he’s so thrilled, it came out great. Keith had been working the camera a bit and Lance sort of wants to thank him for capturing some flattering shots. He quickly posts the video of his song and links Shiro’s channel.

He contemplates sending a follow request to Keith’s locked twitter, but doesn’t. He just met the guy and he doesn’t seem to be the type that opens up easily, and Lance doesn’t want to push his luck.

Flashback to when Lance left Shiro’s garage after filming. Keith is cleaning up and getting ready to lock up the garage when Shiro gives him A Look.

“Lance was nice, don’t you think?”

Keith pauses where he’s sweeping the floor. “He’s alright, I guess.”

Shiro just grins at him.

Things go well after that. Shiro follows Lance back in twitter, and they chat about videos and cat memes. Lance has noticed that Shiro will sometimes disappear off the internet for a few days at a time, but doesn’t pry.

Lance keeps streaming, and starts to occasionally post videos of his streams. He uploads an Overwatch clip where he sang a stupid song over the mic that had his entire team rolling with laughter, and it gets a lot of hits. A few days later, he gets an email, and has to blink a few times. Because it’s from Keith.

Lance,

Thanks for posting that Overwatch video. Shiro was feeling down and it really cheered him up.

-K

And that’s it. And it puts the biggest smile on Lance’s face.

Months go by and things are normal. Lance keeps finding himself looking at Keith in Shiro’s videos, but who can blame him? The guy is hot, and there’s nothing wrong with admiring the view. He hasn’t really spoken to Keith beyond that one email exchange - Lance had sent him a reply that was probably a little too long-winded but whatever - but he doesn’t mind. Too much. That’s what he tells himself.

Pidge calls him out on his bullshit. “You are absolutely crushing on Shiro’s brother,” she says like it’s the most obvious thing ever.

“I am not.”

But then he mentions it to Hunk on Discord and his oldest friend just laughs at him. “You so are,” Hunk accuses. “Even I can tell.”

Lance just glares into his webcam. So maybe he is. So what? He’s allowed to have a crush. Crushes are harmless. Besides, the guy lives five hours away and Lance doesn’t even know his last name. He’ll eventually get over it and that’ll be that.

Lance gets another opportunity to film with Shiro and he absolutely jumps on it. Shiro invites Lance to stay with them since they have a furnished basement he can stay in for the weekend and he is so excited. It also means he’ll be getting out of Pidge’s hair, since she has some intense projects to finish before the semester is over and needs to focus. So he puts in a time off request at the cafe where he works part time.

Lance packs his bag, his guitar, and all of his filming gear and makes the five hour drive on Friday morning. He only makes one pitstop for snacks and a bathroom break in some tiny town with absolutely no cell signal, then is on his way again.

When he parks on the street in front of Shiro’s place, he checks his phone and panics. Tons of texts. Emails. Twitter DMs. Missed calls. He hadn’t seen them because he was driving, and the one time he stopped, there was no signal. The most recent text is an unknown number:

>Lance this is Keith I got your number from Pidge please call me asap

Shit. Shit shit shit. He calls the number and it picks up after one ring.

“Hello?”

Wow, his voice even sounds nice over the phone. “Uh, Keith? This is Lance.”

“Lance.” There’s a pause. “Um. Where are you?”

Lance looks up at the house. “In front of your house…?”

He thinks he hears Keith curse under his breath. “Okay, I’ll be out in a second.”

Keith sounds tense and Lance is out of his car immediately, shutting the door just as Keith comes out of the small house. He definitely looks tense, shoulder hunched as he marches towards Lance.

“Hey,” Lance greets. “Is everything okay?”

Keith glances around, looking incredibly uncomfortable. “Um. Shiro isn’t feeling well. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to film this weekend.”

“Oh.”

They stand there on the sidewalk awkwardly for several minutes. Lance looks down at the phone in his hands. “Sorry,” he tells Keith. “I was driving and didn’t have a signal, so I didn’t see any messages until I stopped just now.”

Keith rubs the back of his neck. “How far did you drive?”

“Harborville,” Lance shifts his weight. “It’s about five hours from here.”

Keith curses again and fiddles with his phone. Lance is starting to panic because he just drove across the state and the place he was supposed to stay is sounding like a no-go and he’s too tired to drive back he doesn’t really have money for a hotel right now —

“Grab your stuff,” Keith says, “and follow me.”

“Uh. You sure?”

Keith’s expression is blank. “Shiro said you could stay, so you can stay.”

Keith ends up helping Lance carry his stuff inside, down to the basement apartment. It’s small but nice, with a tiny bathroom and a back porch that opens up to a wide yard of weeds and grass. Keith gives him the wifi password, then shuffles awkwardly.

“Sorry. You came all this way for nothing.”

Lance looks up. “Oh! Uh, no, it’s okay, things happen.” He puts on a smile. “I’ll find something to occupy myself, and I can get out of here tomorrow.”

The atmosphere is so, so awkward.

“Um.” Keith motions at his phone. “I was gonna order a couple of pizzas. What kind if toppings do you want?”

Lance perks up a little. “Oh man, I’ll eat literally anything. Get whatever you want, I’m good.”

Keith just nods and goes upstairs. Lance uses the bathroom (holy hell that last energy drink was a mistake, he’d been holding it for so long), then answers all the texts he got from everyone that wasn’t Keith. He assures Pidge that he’s fine, explains what happened, and says he will be back tomorrow.

Keith comes back downstairs about a half hour later with two pizza boxes and a couple of bottles of beer. Lance helps him and they go out onto the back porch, where he finally get to meet Kosmo. His mood is instantly lifted, Kosmo is huge and unruly but sweet as can be, and Lance alternates eating pizza and throwing a drool-covered ball across the yard, watching Kosmo dart after it like a freight train. Keith laughs softly.

“Are the cats around?” Lance asks as Kosmo rests his giant head on Lance’s thigh.

“They’re upstairs,” Keith answers quietly. “With Shiro.”

Okay. Guess he’s not meeting the cats this weekend.

They finish off most of the pizzas, Keith saving several slices for Shiro. It gets awkward again. It’s barely sunset and Lance has no idea how he’s going to spend the next twelve hours. Sleep?

“Wanna play some Overwatch?”

Now there’s an idea. “Yeah! I brought my laptop.”

Keith gives him a little half smile, though it seems forced. “I’ll go get mine.”

They set up their laptops in on the coffee table of the little sitting area in the basement, sitting on the carpeted floor. Keith brings down another beer for each of them and they start playing, Lance using an external drive to record because why not. Keith adds him as a friend so they can play together and it’s stupid how much that pleases Lance, even if he gets the feeling that Keith is just humoring him out of guilt. Keith is also a Genji main and that’s not surprising in the least, though he sometimes plays a pretty effective Mei and a devastating Doomfist. Lance sticks to Widowmaker and Ana, and though it takes them a few rounds to find a groove, the end up working surprisingly well together, each getting Play of the Game a few times.

They take a break and Lance ends his first recording to start another while Keith goes upstairs for another round of beer and a box of cookies that they put between them, and then it’s time to really have fun. Lance invites Hunk into the game and they find some gag servers. Lance starts singing his joke songs, making everyone laugh. At one point he darts back to the room where his stuff is to grab his guitar and play it while he sings. He makes up little jingles about player’s screen names until Keith finally chokes on his beer a little, then throws back his head laughing.

And holy shit, Keith has an amazing laugh, his face lighting up and the corners of his eyes crinkling as he snorts a little. Lance keeps singing just to keep hearing him laugh, and finally Keith is hunched over his laptop covering his face because he’s in tears. It’s incredible and Lance thinks that this, right here? This made the five hour drive worth it.

His voice gets too tired to keep singing and Keith looks sleepy, so they agree to call it a night. Keith takes his laptop and says goodnight with a smile that looks genuine. Once he’s in his sleeping clothes and settling into the guest bed, he’s messaging Hunk to gush a little about Keith. Hunk just sends him several eyeroll emojis and tells him to go to bed.

Lance wakes up disoriented and takes a full five minutes to remember where he is, dehydrated and groggy with a headache forming. Right, he’s in Shiro’s basement. He gets up and brushes his teeth, then looks at the stairs. Can he go upstairs? He can smell coffee, and he would do just about anything for some caffeine right now.

He hears a chirp and looks up again. The basement door is open and there’s a fluffy red tabby at the top of the stairs, looking right at him. One of the cats! With a giant grin, Lance creeps up to the top. The tabby backs up, and Lance is out of the basement before he realizes it, crouching on the floor to hold his hand out to the gorgeous cat that sniffs at his fingers.

He’s been petting the cat for several minutes before he realizes he’s in a kitchen, and he’s not alone. Sitting at the little breakfast table in the corner is Shiro, and he looks like hell. Hair a mess, face scruffy, bags under his eyes and wearing rumpled sweats with a blanket draped over his shoulders. But what Lance notices the most is that his prosthetic arm is gone, his right bicep tapering in the middle before it just stops, covered in webs of scar tissue. His chest is dotted with more scars.

Lance stands up. “Shiro?”

Shiro doesn’t respond right away, his eyes sort of vacant as he stares at the wall. Then he turns to look in Lance’s direction and seems to snap to attention.

“Lance,” he says and his voice is rough and tired as he pulls the blanket around himself with his left hand. He looks over to where the coffee maker is on the counter, at the opposite side of the kitchen. “I was just getting some coffee--” Shiro goes to stand but he looks like he’s in pain, favoring one leg.

Lance jumps. “I’ll get it!” he rushes over to the coffee maker and is sort of relieved to see Shiro sit back down in his peripheral. There’s a bunch of mismatched mugs in the glass door cupboard just above the coffee maker, so he pulls out one and fills it.

“Uh.” This is super weird. “Do you want sugar?”

Shiro gives him this tiny little smile. “There’s some hazelnut creamer in the door of the fridge.” he fidgets a little. “You’re welcome to have some too, if you want.”

Lance thinks that might be the best thing he’s ever heard and pours himself a cup, then goes for the creamer in the fridge. He brings the two mugs to the table and sits down across from Shiro, passing him the mug that’s printed with instructions on how to moonwalk. Shiro mutters a thanks and takes a few sips.

Lance nervously drinks his coffee and tries not to freak out. This is definitely not how he expected this weekend to go. The Shiro in front of him was so far removed from the one he knew online - the cool, confident Shiro was a million miles away, replaced by a man that sat at the table and sipped his coffee like he was expecting the roof to collapse on his head any second. It was unnerving, and Lance feels horribly out of place, like he was intruding on something meant to be private.

Before he can say anything, Shiro speaks up. “I owe you an apology.” he looks like he’s struggling. “You came all this way, and I can’t even film with you. I’m sorry.”

Lance does his best to smile. “It’s okay, really, it’s not your fault you got sick.”

Shiro frowns, then slowly lifts a hand to rest on his right shoulder. “I’m not sick,” he says. “It just... Bothers me sometimes.”

His arm. Shiro is a veteran. The pieces click into place.

Shiro explains a little, that his time in active duty changed him. That sometimes he remembers things he doesn’t want to and it’s hard to get past it. He says he’s better now, with therapy and medication, but it’s still difficult sometimes. Sometimes he still shuts down, gets phantom pains.

Lance doesn’t really know how to respond to that, so he just reaches out and pats Shiro’s hand where it’s resting on the table.

The sound of tapping claws makes them both turn, Kosmo rounding the corner panting happily, followed by a half-asleep Keith. And Lance can’t help but grin, because it’s an adorable sight. His hair is wild and poofy and all over the place, shirt slipping off one shoulder and wearing sleep pants that are printed with cats playing jazz instruments. Keith rubs at one eye with the heel of his hand and doesn’t really seem to register either of them, going straight for the coffee maker.

Lance learns that Keith takes his coffee black.

He’s halfway to the table with a steaming mug in his hand before he even realizes Lance is there, then Keith pops awake with a squeak.

“Morning,” Shiro says. Lance shrinks a little in his chair before muttering a “good morning.”

“Uh.” Keith keeps glancing between them. “Good morning.”

Shiro looks unfazed and takes a drink of his coffee. “Lance and I were just having a chat.” He smiles. “What did you two do last night? I heard a lot of laughing.”

Thanking all that is holy that he finally has a conversation topic to break this intensely awkward silence, Lance tells Shiro about their Overwatch game and the songs he made up. Keith snorts a laugh or two over his coffee and Shiro is wearing a genuine smile.

The conversation lulls. “I should probably pack up and hit the road,” Lance says. He tries to hide his disappointment. But Shiro shakes his head.

“No, please, you’re welcome to stay. We can probably get a little filming in tomorrow.”

It’s the best thing Lance has ever heard.

An hour later they’re all showered and dressed and Shiro looks significantly better, his hair combed and face shaved. He’s wearing his prosthetic again, even if he still has dark circles under his eyes. They pile in Shiro’s truck and head to a local bookstore with a cafe attached, and Shiro introduces Lance to Allura, one of his oldest friends.

Lance is struck a little speechless at first because Allura is so beautiful she can’t possibly be real. But she shakes his hand and Lance can’t place her accent but she’s sweet and cordial, sipping on a coffee with a book next to her elbow that’s in another language.

They spend several hours in the cafe just talking about college, YouTube, cats, and their shared friends the Holts. Allura is in grad school studying sociology or something like that (the title was long and complicated and sounded super difficult). Shiro gets up to get another muffin and Keith goes to the restroom, and Allura puts a hand on Lance’s.

“Thank you for caring for Shiro,” she tells him.

Lance is confused. “I didn’t really do anything…?”

But Allura shakes her head. “He’s told me about you and your videos. You make him laugh and have been a friend to him. It means more than you know.”

Lance blushes hot and doesn’t know what to say.

They return to Shiro’s and have a small barbecue, just the three of them and a small charcoal grill, a pile of meat, and a cooler of beer and soda. Lance plays happy songs on his guitar while Keith plays with Kosmo in the yard. Shiro looks so much better than he did that morning, and they trade stories until sunset. Shiro goes to bed and leaves Lance and Keith alone.

They talk into the night as they pick at the last kebob. Keith is still stoic and secretive, but he’s loosened up after a couple of beers and speaks more candidly than Lance has ever heard. About how he and Shiro aren’t related by blood, how he had it rough before Shiro found him. About adopting his dog from a shelter. Little things, too - Keith hates spicy food, is ambidextrous, and is a crossfit trainer. Lance files away all these little bits of information like precious treasure and goes to sleep with them bouncing around his brain.

The next morning, they head to the garage to film. Shiro doesn’t do an intro, still looking sort of tired, but assures that he can do a voice-over later. Lance and Keith trade camera duty as they work on the old chopper. It’s in bad shape and Keith has to bust out the welding equipment at one point. Lance swallows hard and tries to keep the camera steady because that shouldn’t be hot. Keith in a welding mask with a torch shouldn’t be hot but wow. Lance is definitely in trouble here.

They film for hours until Shiro says he’s too tired to keep going, then they pack up and head back to the house. Lance helps cook dinner and Shiro looks relieved, saying that he and Keith can’t cook very well outside of barbecue. They sit around the table and Lance can’t believe he’s there, in Shiro’s kitchen, trading stories with him and his brother like they’re old friends. A few months ago they seemed so untouchable, like celebrities that he looked up to. Now Shiro is laughing so hard he snorts at a story that Lance is telling him. Lance catches Keith’s eye a few times, smiling when he does.

Lance has to head back on Monday morning, and Shiro pulls him into a hug. It has Lance sputtering a little before he hugs back. Shiro whispers a thank you and it’s so sincere and heartfelt that Lance feels his eyes water a little. Keith just clasps his hand, squeezing it tight. No hug, but the look he gives Lance says a million things that he’ll have to sort out later.

For the drive home, Lance puts on his Florence + The Machine playlist and sings until his throat is sore, so happy he feels like his heart could burst.

.

Continued in part 3!

[justknitstuff]

What Happens During The Livestream

Klance AU month! Forgive me but they are going to be horribly out of order (for a reason) and most likely late (I’m lazy).

This is day 12, Modern. I picked YouTubers, and it’s going to be the start of a series of oneshots, Enjoy!

"Alright everyone, that was a great workout for this morning." Shiro addressed their viewers. He watched as people quickly typed in the chat their thanks. "No, thank you all so much! Your time and donations means so much to us and the charity. My time with you is up now though. Up next will be everyone's favorite grumpy gamer and Lance."

At that moment the door to the large entertainment room opened and in shuffled said sleepy gamer. Keith's hands were filled with a large mug of coffee and a plate laden with pancakes. Shiro raised an eyebrow, eyeing the sugary plate.

"Hunk's up making breakfast." Keith explained as he sat down next to Shiro in front of the cameras and monitor set up.

"Hunk should be sleeping! His portion of the stream ended not too long ago." Shiro protested.

"You try making him not feed everyone in the house." Keith replied, digging into his food. 

He turned to the monitor that had the streams chat up and began reading the conversations. Shiro meanwhile, got up to leave the room to head to the kitchen. Lance entered the room, carrying his own pancake laden plate just as Shiro was passing the threshold. Greeting each quickly, Shiro pressed on and Lance sat down in his abandoned chair.

"What's shakin, all my bacon? How is everyone this morning?" Lance addressed the main camera. He watched as the chat lit up with happy greetings and emojis.

"Looks like we have some new viewers that don't know what's going on." Keith piped up from his side. Both watched as a few people agreed.

"I'll be happy to explain what's going on to you all!" Lance said happily, a wide smile on his face as he quickly took a gulp from Keith's mug. He ignored the glare he felt boring into the side of his head as he explained.

The Lion's Den. One of the most popular groups of content creators on the platform, consisting of six friends plus their editor and a manger. Each person was scheduled to upload their own content on a specific day of the week, with Sunday reserved for uploading a bloopers reel from the week.

Shiro created for Mindful Mondays. He would make videos to start the week off right. His portion consisted of handicap modified exercises and yoga, as well as inspirational talks.

Pidge had control of Techie Tuesday, where she would review anything technological. Sometimes she would present her own inventions. 

Keith ran Lion's Den Gaming on Wednesday, and did exactly that. His portion consisted of Let's Plays, and he was known mostly for his horror game playthroughs.

Lance had Thursday, a portion he had lovingly called 'Lance Does A Lot,' though many fans have taken to calling his program Lancalot for short. It stuck. Lance does exactly what his channel says, he does a little bit of everything. Depending on his and the viewers mood, he'll sing, or vlog, or try new things.

Hunk mans Foodie Friday. He would go through recipes and cook or bake for his viewers. He also would show how to do recipes with replacement ingredients, such as what to do if you don't have the milk your recipe called for.

Rounding off the week was Allura, who ran Week In Review. It consisted of Allura addressing big news topics of the week, latest trends, and a discussion.

"Sometimes we collaborate on each others segment." Lance finished up the description of what made up The Lion's Den. "We also do live charity streams. Every few months though, we'll do a huuuuuuge..." Lance elongated the word, stretching out his arms to emphasize how huge it was while backing up his chair. In the process he (gently) flung a hand into Keith's face, who glared once again and (not as gently) pushed his hand away. "Long stream. We all invade Allura's house and stream live constantly from Friday morning to Sunday night. We then rotate shifts so we can get some sleep during this. We leave the donations open the whole time, and have special events when we reach a goal."

Keith glanced at the donation amount and snickered. "Guess what Lance?"

Lance groaned and invaded Keith's space, draping himself over his friends back. Keith froze briefly when Lance touched him. 'Not now gay thoughts, not now!' He thought to himself, suppressing the pleasant shudder that wanted to shoot through him.

"Nooooo..." Lance bemoaned. "I mean great for the charity, but not so great for me!"

Keith motioned to the large white board behind them, jostling Lance in the process. "For those that are just joining us, we reached our first goal last night. The event was Pidge had to bake something without a recipe."

"With Hunk's supervision of course cause we all know how dangerous Pidge is in the kitchen." Lance added. He pulled himself away from the gamer and settled back into his own chair, wheeling it back to the desk. Keith sighed at the loss. Lance began to dig into his own breakfast. "She made cookies that were surprisingly almost edible!" 

Keith snickered, looking at the donation bar again. "And we're only $1,000 away from our next goal. So guys, if you want to see Lance play a horror game of my choice..." Keith put a hand on his own chest. He could feel the anxious energy rolling off his friend. "Get those donations in!" He finished.

The pout on Lance's face was too adorable. 'Not adorable! Definitely not adorable!' Keith screamed at himself. On the outside though, he only rolled his eyes.

"You didn't have to agree to this, you know. We could've come up with something else..." Keith said. He stood up and gathered both of their empty plates and his mug for a refill. He paused at the door though when Lance, usually vocal about everything, was silent. Keith turned back and saw Lance engrossed in the chat screen. From his vantage point by the door, it looked the chat was going fast. Keith shrugged his shoulders though and left for the kitchen. If it was important Lance would tell him when he got back.

And boy was it important.

Lance was still unusually silent when Keith returned with two full mugs of coffee. Black for himself, and an ungodly amount of cream and sugar for Lance. Ignoring the contemplative look on Lance's face for the moment, Keith set down the mugs and leaned over to look at the chat.

The gamers eyes bugged wide and he sputtered as he read what the viewers were discussing. "We aren't going to kiss guys!" He cried, settling back into his chair.

Lance twiddled his fingers and quietly said, "We could..."

Keith's blood ran cold. Lance was known for his jokes, both good and bad. In the past he had tried to jokingly obnoxious kiss everyone on the cheek. This wasn't like that time. Keith didn't know how to react.

"We're not going to kiss instead of you playing the game. You're not worming your way out of that." Keith finalized. 

"What if that's not what I was talking about?" Lance wouldn't look directly at Keith, but he could see the Cuban's tanned cheeks darken with a blush.

The chat exploded with comments. Much like Keith's brain was currently doing. While he floundered for something to say, Allura entered the room. Still in pajamas and no makeup, she had clearly been in bed. She put a hand on each boy and squeezed their shoulders.

"I think you two should go have this conversation elsewhere. I will take over for now."

Both boys gaped up at her, Lance finding his voice first. "But Allura, it's not your turn. You're supposed to be asleep!"

"I was. But then I woke up and turned on the stream. This is a private matter though. You come back when this is all sorted out."

Allura left no room for arguing as she lightly pushed them to get them out of their chairs. Keith sighed and stood up first.

"Yeah, you're right Allura. Lance, come on. We have some things to talk about." With a blush rising on his own light checks, he held out a hand for Lance.

Lance looked at it, bewildered, for a moment. Then he smiled and grasped the offered hand, hauling himself up. "Yeah, we do need to talk. I'll follow you." Lance said softly, squeezing their linked hands.

[vldlance]

i just failed a chem test, and i'm about to go fail a apush test, both of witch i studied hard for. ngl i could really use some wholesome klance headcannons

peaches i’m sorry you don’t feel good about the test but i promise it won’t be as bad as you think! the best thing to do now is forget about it until you get the grade back. high school is hard and those classes especially are hard (i personally dropped out of apush in the second week so ur winning already by just being there!)

lance likes to cook breakfast for them both which keith super appreciates. on saturdays they always make a special breakfast (pancakes or something) and it’s not an uncommon sight to see lance in the kitchen dancing around to music while a sleepy keith either sits on the counter or hangs around him like a sloth 🥺🥺

[madeofstardust17]

Whumptober prompts 11 & 12. Stitches & "don't move"

Rating: G

Tw: none

Keith/Lance

My first klance fic UwU. I hope I did well. Please tell me in the comments!!

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Keith stumbled his way to the corridor leading to the infirmary, gripping his side to avoid dripping blood all over the floor. The last thing he wanted to do was leave a trail and worry his already overprotective teammates. And boyfriend.

Boyfriend. 

It still felt weird just thinking about it. 

He and Lance had started their relationship just a week ago, and honestly, it scared Keith a little bit. Lance didn’t seem to mind taking things slow, even though it was clear he wouldn’t mind going a little faster. That was one of the reasons he liked Lance so much, he was always patient with him.

“Hey there, Mullet” 

Speak of the devil and he would appear. The nicknames hadn’t changed, Keith thought with amusement, only they were occasionally accompanied by ‘baby’ or ‘babe’.

Keith cursed internally when the cut stung as he gripped it tighter. 

“What takes you to the infirmary?” Lance fell into step beside him

“Nothing” he said, a little too quickly. 

Lance studied him quickly before his eyes fell on the hand clasping at his side, the fingers tinged with red.

Lance’s face fell.

“Please don’t tell me that’s blood”

“It’s… not?”

Lance gave him a deadpanned look

“You’re impossible” and then he sighed, making Keith feel guilty, as if he had disappointed Lance. 

Damn feelings. 

“Come on” his boyfriend grabbed his unoccupied hand and lead him to the inside of the infirmary.

Keith sat down in one of the medical beds without a word as Lance rummaged through a cupboard, trying to find the first aid kit. 

“What happened this time?” Keith considered lying for a second, but he knew lance would probably see right through him. He was annoyingly good at that.

“I tried a higher level of the gladiator. It didn’t hold back”

Lance hummed as he returned. 

“Is it serious?”

“I don’t think so”

Lance kneeled in front of him and told Keith to take off his shirt.

Keith obeyed, letting Lance touch the injury, wincing and trying not to squirm. It had stopped bleeding, but it still stung.

“It’ll need stitches… but I don’t think it’s pod worthy”

They continued in silence, Lance cleaning and disinfecting the cut.

“Painkiller?”

Keith shook his head. He knew full well what the “painkiller” did. It never failed to leave him nauseous, drowsy and disconnected from the world, all at the same time. 

“Okay then” he rubbed his hands and grabbed the needle and thread.

“Hold still, alright?”

Keith nodded.

What followed were ten minutes of pain and frustration for both Lance and Keith. 

“Jesus Keith, Don’t move” 

Keith kept flinching and moving away, which made Lance’s job quite difficult. 

“Sorry” 

Lance sighed and dropped the needle

“You know, this would be a lot easier if you’d just take a painkiller. You would barely feel a thing”

Keith shook his head fervently 

“Why not?”

He wasn’t quite sure why he didn’t want to tell Lance. 

He hated the stuff, but the others didn’t seem to mind it. He had a hunch why it affected them differently, but didn’t want to voice it. 

It would be yet one more prove of the fact that he wasn’t like them, that he was different. 

He hadn’t realized he had spaced out until Lance called him.

“Babe?”

He shook out of his trance and looked at Lance

“Sorry” He automatically responded.

“Why don’t you like the painkillers?”

“They-“ he hesitated “they don’t work for me. I mean they do, but they- they leave me drowsy and nauseous” he wouldn’t meet Lance’s eyes.

Why was this so hard?

Understanding flooded Lance’s face, followed by guilt.

“We’re idiots. Of course they would work different for you. Okay, hold on, just let me…”

He trailed off, walking away from Keith and typing something in one of the computers. 

He kept muttering to himself things only he could understand as the machine next to the computer hummed. 

He walked back to Keith’s side, smiling. 

“It’ll take a few minutes, but I think I did it right”

“What’d you do?”

“Well, Coran explained it to me while we were doing a check up on the different logs. That over there is the machine which gives us all of the medicine we use. I just had to insert the painkiller formula and tweak it a little so it would work both for humans and galra, simple”

Keith stared incredulously at his boyfriend

“And you did the calculations by yourself?”

“I’m good with numbers” 

Keith scoffed 

“That’s not being good with numbers, Lance, that’s being fucking amazing”

Lance blushed but didn’t say anything, a thankful, and maybe a little hopeful smile lighting up his features. A few moments later he frowned 

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

Keith went right back to staring at his boots. 

Lance stayed silent, waiting.

“I don’t know. I just didn’t want to be different, I guess”

“You guess?”

Keith stayed silent. Lance grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

“You are different, Keith. Half of you is another species. But you know what?”

Keith met his gaze 

“We don’t care. I don’t care. You’re still human, and we love you for being you. You’re our half space cat”

Keith snorted at that and squeezed Lance’s hand back. At the gesture Lance beamed.

The computer beeped, making Keith jump and then curse when it pulled at his cut. 

Lance walked away, opening the box-like machine next to the computer and grabbing a pill that lay in the center of it.

“Alright, this should work”

“And if it doesn’t?” Keith asked, ever cautious. Lance shrugged.

“You’ll feel the pain, and maybe a little bit sleepy”

Keith shrugged and dry swallowed the pill that was offered to him 

“I trust you”

It was worth it to see Lance’s blushing. 

It took a minute, but he could feel the pain lessening, turning into a dull ache, and then nothing. 

“The pain is gone”

Lance’s eyes shined with satisfaction as he grabbed the needle again.

It went much more smoothly this time, Lance stitching the skin together with ease. They were done in 20 minutes. 

“Alright. That should do it” 

As Lance stood up and went to retrieve the kit, Keith grabbed his hand, preventing him from walking away. 

“Hey, Lance”

Lance looked at him “Yeah?”

Keith leaned forward and kissed him briefly, his heart beating fast. 

“Thank you. For everything”

Lance smiled at him, a soft smile that made something in Keith squirm in delight. He realized that was the first time he, Keith, had kissed Lance. It wasn’t a horrible thought. 

Lance leaned forward and kissed his cheek. 

“You’re very welcome, baby”

Lance retrieved the kit and put it back in place.

He then took off his hoodie and gave to Keith. 

“C’mon, Shiro will freak out if he sees that cut”

Keith put it on, and promptly decided that Lance wasn’t getting this back for quite some time. 

“Thanks”

He grabbed his hand again, and they left the infirmary, Keith feeling much lighter than he had come in. He wasn’t sure if it was the drug, Lance, or the fact that he wasn’t bleeding anymore. 

Did it really matter?

[ao3feedshklance]

Boys! Boys in Skirts! [aka Redux Of My Old Work From Another Account I Promise This Isn't Plagarism]

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/30Uy3AS

by missmarvelle

"Lance is having a really bad day.

Also, Keith and Shiro are gay for Lance and Hunk doesn’t know what the quiznak is going on."

So, 2018 me was an awful writer. We get it. But I'm making up for it I promise! Here, I'll even write a better summary for you all to prove it:

When Lance asked Allura for an extra skirt or two to wear, he didn't think it was a big deal. Keith, who overhears and is extremely gay for the aforementioned Lance, thinks it is a very big deal because Boys alone are beautiful...but boys in skirts? He's got a big storm coming if he believes he'll get through this intact.

Words: 520, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Coran (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith/Lance/Shiro (Voltron), Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Lance/Shiro (Voltron)

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