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soulreapin · 3 months

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modern klance au where keith becomes a firefighter

and he is FINE. like hes buff and texan and sweet to old women.

lance is a disastrous man living alone with a pain in the ass cat he named kaltenecker who LOOOOVES to sit in trees

so one day kaltenecker is high up in a place lance cant get to right next to a busy road and he calls the fire department to come get his cat

keith comes out gets the cat and looks at lance like dude youre a spry 20-something cant you get your own fucking cat

meanwhile lance is now ass over tit for this buffass firefighter who saved his cat

so he invents reasons to have the firefighters come out and eventually he starts to like bring the firefighters dinner after he figures out keith is usually on night shift

(shiro is the fire battalion chief btw)

#inspired by the convo i am having At This Moment with nostalgicish #vld #voltron #keith kogane #vld headcanons #vld keith #headcanon #lance mcclain #keith voltron #klance #vld lance #firefighter keith

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autisticlancemcclain · 6 months

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“C’mere, squirt.”

The great pine forests of East Texas have been, for the most part, miraculously spared of Empire destruction. The American Southwest was largely destroyed, along with countless other hugely important geographic landmarks on Earth, but East Texas — and all the memory it holds — seems to have fared just fine.

They will rebuild, anyways.

His son straightens immediately at Keith’s gentle beckoning and toddles over, climbing on top of his bent knee. He smiles softly, placing a balancing hand on his back — his palm spans the entirety of the kid’s back, holy shit, he’s so tiny, how was Keith ever placed in charge of something so tiny — and uses the other to point at a brown smudge high up in a Loblolly. Cory squints. Out of the corner of his eye, Keith sees Lance press his hands to his face and muffle a scream. Goober.

“That’s a red-tailed hawk,” he murmurs. “That’s the bird you hear in movies.”

Cory hums in understanding, although he probably doesn’t. They don’t watch a lot of movies. Keith once read about how detrimental screens are for developing children in one of Shiro’s many parenting books, so they don’t watch a lot of T.V. (Back when Cory wasn’t even with them yet, and Keith was panicking nightly. Lance had to fish all their devices from the garbage. It was a time.)

“Caw,” says Cory sagely. Keith snorts.

“Yes, buddy. Caw. If you sit real still, the bird might even move.” He hears the echo of his father’s voice, decades old, in the back of his mind; a memory, frayed at the edges, of Keith in this very forest, held in the same way he’s holding his own son, listening his Pa quietly name all the birds and rocks and trees. Hanging on his every word, even though he didn’t get it all. The smell of the pine trees, the rumble of Pa’s low voice. He swallows the lump in his throat, brushing a kiss into Cory’s hair. “That’d be cool, huh?”

Cory babbles something Keith can’t understand. A sticky hand comes up to pat Keith on the cheek, making him smile despite the sting of his eyes. “Daddy, caw. Birdie! Caw.”

Keith turns his head to press a kiss to Cory’s palm. He giggles. Keith wiggles his eyebrows, blowing a raspberry, just to make him laugh harder. The pain in his chest begins to loosen, ever so slightly.

He catches Lance’s gaze over Cory’s head, and takes the time to memorize his dark eyes all over again. Lance lets him. He always does, even though it makes him blush and fidget, lets Keith trace his thumb along his lash line and study the flecks of Earth brown and ash black in his eyes, of sun gold and deep amber; he likes Keith’s attention on him as much as he refuses to admit it.

That’s Lance, though. Tries with every inch of him to be cool and mysterious and suave and can’t manage to save his life. His twitchy enthusiasm sparks in everything he touches, no matter how hard he tries.

When he started digging through Keith’s collection of atlases and running around the house with stacks of blankets and sleeping bags and camping supplies, Keith had said, “Planning something, sweetheart?” and Lance had stuck out his tongue and responded, “Blah blah, nosy.” But Shiro had texted him to let him know that Lance had asked for Keith’s old photos, and one day Keith caught him with a bulletin board and dozens of pins of pictures of pine trees and booking receipts and dorky sticky notes until Lance screeched and kicked him out.

Lance is bad at secrets. And he is a dorky and kind weeper who loves to do anything but mind his own business and muddle things up.

And Keith knew that all when he married him, and loved him for it then, too.

“Hey, mijo,” Lance suggests, “how would you like to sit on daddy’s shoulders so you can see the birdies better?”

Cory gasps, looking rapidly between his parents. He bounces excitedly in Keith’s lap, attempting his own cawing noises, pointing up at the nest.

Keith smiles wider, quickly swiping under his eyes before straightening. He shifts his hold on Cory and winks at his husband, who rolls his eyes in fond understanding, and then his tilts the boy back until he’s giggling, leaning in close until their noses are brushing.

“Munchkin,” he says, playfully nipping the tip of his nose, “you know how you can get even closer to the birds?”

Cory gasps. “How, Daddy, how?”

Lance chuckles. When Keith glances over at him, his smile is so wide it forces his eyes near shut. Keith’s chest aches, it aches so good, and the little Keith that lives in his chest holding himself tightly and swallowing past the perpetual lump in his throat is soothed and comforted and held lovingly. Something cracks and heals in his heart.

“Like this!” Keith shouts through all the emotions bubbling up all over him, and tosses his son in the air, careful not to go too high out of his reach.

Cory shrieks with laughter, tiny fingers scrabbling for purchase on Keith’s jacket on his way down. Keith hardly lets him settle before he’s tossing him up again, higher this time, laughter louder and squealing. The bird has long since flown away, disturbed by the sound, and probably every other animal within a thirty foot radius. But Keith can’t bring himself to care. The bugs can’t move far, and no doubt Cory will want to dig around for worms with his Papa like always. (Keith knows for a fact that Lance has three spades in his backpack and several see-through containers.)

For now, he has time to toss his son in the air. He has time to lean into the hand his husband slides into his back pocket. He has time to smell the pine trees, to think of his father, to feel the bounce of packed Earth under his feet.

To the tiny him that lives buried in his chest, he whispers, we made it, ace.

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keith and cory in the forest

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klance-dreams · 1 year

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Oh, come on! I thought we bonded! Keith? Buddy? My man?

“My man...?”

Keith felt the words zip down his spine like lightning, warming him from the inside out. He felt the words settle in his belly like fire as heat bloomed across his cheeks.

Lance’s man?

Keith liked the sound of that…Liked being the one coming to Lance’s rescue, liked being able to banter with him—flirt with him, his mind whispered—or simply bail him out. It made him feel bold enough to say, “Can’t have it both ways, sharpshooter.”

Lance’s slow, “huh?” had Keith chucking.

“I said you can’t have it both ways. Am I your buddy? …or am I your man?”

If Keith couldn’t hear Lance sputtering over the comms, he’d worry he’d gone too far, but as it was he could practically feel Lance’s blush as he said “Keith!” almost as if he was winded.

“Better decide quick,” Keith murmurs. “I’m about to land.”

He could make out Lance muttering “oh my god” over the comms in a breathy voice. Keith decided to end the link before Lance could hear him laughing.

He was glad he had when he landed close enough to glimpse the blue Paladin, ass up, chained to a tree and took a picture for the sake of blackmail, obviously. Definitely not to keep for himself.

As Red and Blue settled down in the sparse terrain he could feel the lions chuff in amusement at Lance’s predicament.

“Hey,” Keith called out with a smirk as he walked up to Lance, casual and easy as you please.

He took his time, took in the pretty picture Lance made before gracefully sitting against the tree Lance was chained to.

“Just hanging out?” Keith asked dryly.

Lance snorted. “Oh, screw you man!” He flailed dramatically before resting his cheek on his outstretched arms.

It could’ve just been the rosy hue of the atmosphere here, but a Keith could swear Lance’s cheeks were dusted with a light blush at the red paladins attention.

“How does this always happen to you?” Keith asked (fondly), propping his chin up on an elbow as he met Lance’s eyes.

Lance sighed out one gusty sigh and thumped his forehead into the dirt. “You tell me. I guess I always wanna believe someone’s actually interested? Like interested in me,” he huffed in a self depreciating way. “And not just interested in the Paladin of a Voltron lion. But once again…” he quirked his lips and looked up, nodding toward his bound wrists.

Keith hummed. “They don’t know what they’re missing,” he said quietly as he moved over to break Lance free.

Lance sighed in relief and groaned as pins and needles assaulted his fingers in a rush.

“Thanks,” Lance said softly, pushing up and meeting Keith’s eyes—much closer than he’d anticipated. “Oh” he breathed quietly.

“Any time,” Keith murmured, eyes flickering between ocean eyes and sweet bitten-pink lips.

Slowly, Lance brought one hand up and pushed a lock of hair behind Keith’s ear, leaving his hand there against Keith’s cheek. Lips curving up in a smile as Keith leaned into the touch automatically. Lance let his eyes trace down to Keith’s generous mouth, feeling stuck there…

As if gravity itself was pulling on the both of them, their lips met in the middle in a soft kiss that surprised them both.

Keith gasped out a noise he might deny later, reached up a hand to keep Lance’s hold against his cheek and kissed him again.

When they broke apart, Lance breathed out, “Your man,” cheeks bright red.

“Huh?” Keith asked airily, head floating a little.

“You-you uh. Asked me earlier. If I was your ‘buddy’, or…”

“Oh,” Keith couldn’t believe his own ears, smile becoming blinding.

“Either way, I just wanna be yours.”

Lance leaned forward & pressed another kiss against Keith’s smile.

// transferring my twitter threads a little at a time 🥰 you can find the original post here: thread

#klance dreams #my writing #transferring my twitter threads #klance #vld keith #vld lance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #flirty keith and blushing lance is everything to me #klance drabbles #twitter threads

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momamistilllyoung · 9 months

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klance as me and my bfs on a festival of colors! (but make it even gayer)

1. (12pm, mall, furniture shop)

Lance: Lemme show you a pic of a wallpaper I saw recently, it's dark blue with white flowers, a bit Japanese style-

Keith: I'm into one-coloured walls... and it's either just white or just black.

Lance: Oh, you know, I like the style where it's one wall in a different color or one's with a wallpaper-

Keith, at Lance's phone: no... just no for me...

Lance, wanting to get off the topic: okay well maybe a similar couch but longer-

a few hours later

(sw before 7pm) The two talking about how's life for them, Lance almost falling asleep on Keith...

Keith: you know what's the only wallpaper I'd agree to?

Lance, eyes sparking up, his back str8 up: yeaA??

Keith, showing Lance his phone with the image googled: minecraft wallpaper.

Lance: yeahahah! oh! a screenshot of the sakura trees in the newest update!

Keith: yea, okay, we can even take sakura trees:)<3

2. (near 7pm) Some middle-aged lady asked Shiro to take a picture of her and her family all in the colorful powders. Lance runs up to Shiro with his hands full of purple powder, and grabs Shiro's tits trough his not-anymore white t-shirt, making the family burst out laughing. Shiro loves all his kids and forgave him.

A moment after that, Lance and Keith sat on the side and discussed their future dream house together, though they're just a pair of dumb teens now. They sit facing each other and just spitting out ideas. Lance is covered head to toe in the purple festival powder, while Keith is clean cuz he has to run some errands just after the party.

Lance: Hey, you really think we will be able to afford all this?

Keith, putting his clean hand on Lance's purple cheek: No, but we can dream

Keith sees his palm is all purple now, so he shakes it off with the help of his other hand.

Lance, putting his purple hand on Keith's clean cheek, receiving a death stare: yeahahaHAHAH

3. (after 8pm, alr dark) Once Keith's back, they all meet him with festival powders ready. Allura pulls him into a hug and sprinkles a blue and a green one over his back and hair. Keith protests and slips out before she can load out the whole packs on him.

Keith, letting Lance pull him into a hug: Hi, sunshine

Lance, slowly sprinkling the neon yellow one on Keith, like Allura did: Hiiiii-

Allura makes the most of the moment between boys and attacks them with the rest of her packs. Lance is blinded cuz his shades are now wholly blue, gives them to Shiro to clean (on his not anymore white shirt) and they're off chasing Allura with their packs.

BONUS, didn't happen but it reminded me of Klance:

(10:30pm?) Lance and Keith splitting ways after the festive, they've been hugging for about 5 mins now.

Lance, kissing Keith's green cheek, getting the powder on his lips: mm it's actually tasty-

Keith, kissing Lance to try it too: Uh, it's not and wHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT EATING CHEMICALS AND GLITTER-

Pidge, pouring out a neon powder straight into their mouth: no, it is actually-

(anything's good to Pidge after Keith's cooking)

#klance #klance headcanon #voltron #voltron headcanons #keith voltron #keith kogane #lance mcclain #lance voltron #vld #vld lance #vld keith #vld pidge #vld prompts #pidge holt #vld shiro #takashi shirogane #shiro voltron #space dad rights!

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spaceaces00 · 1 month

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Really loved @wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart post abt team rocket klance so I wrote a little smth for it. They’re like the “enemy” so I made Ash young Lotor bc…yeah. I had fun so enjoy!

Lotor attempts to cough out the smoke as he waves his hand in front of his mouth. He didn’t see any campfires or campers down this path. It had just been a bright sunny day before the smoke went off. How strange.

He looks down at the cat perched on his shoulder. Kova was Lotor’s first Pokémon and they became inseparable. Lotor plugs his nose with a hand and pets her, “I hope this smoke doesn’t bother you too much, Kova. I’m sure we’ll walk out of this weird smoke soon.”

She starts to purr, but quickly stops to look up. Her ears go wild; they only do that in danger. She senses something ahead. Lotor stays guarded as they continue.

He was right, the smoke was clearing. To reveal three figures: an older teenager with black hair tending to a small fire and rubbing sticks together, another fanning the smoke towards Lotor with a fan bigger than him, and a dog who was fanning the smoke with his tail. The people wore watching white sets with a big red “R” in the center of the shirts. Lotor picks up Kova and ducks behind a tree. These people can’t be doing any good with this much smoke.

They probably would’ve noticed him soon but they were arguing. A lot. The one with black hair spoke, “Lance, can you put your back in it? We’re losing smoke!”

The one who must’ve been Lance snaps back, “Well why don’t we switch then, Keith? It’s not my fault someone wanted to buy the extra extra extra extraaa extraaaaa large fan. My back is killing me I put so much in it!”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” the other one (Keith) grumbles, “Kosmo is doing a better job then you!” Kosmo, the dog Pokémon, barks back in appreciation.

“Well Kosmo has better hair than you.” Lance whispers to himself at a volume even Lotor could hear.

Keith slams the sticks down and locks foreheads with Lance. “That’s it! Do you think I even wanted to work with your lanky ass? Allura just promised me a bonus for it, one you won’t get!” Keith smirks.

“How dare you?” Lance gasps, “She offered me the same thing! I will be taking that bonus! Thank you very much!”

Keith grinds his teeth and sits back at the fire. “This will all be worth it to catch that Kova.” Lance huffs back and fans even more vigorously than before as if to make a point.

Kova? They want to catch Kova? Why? Lotor held Kova closer to his chest. His adventure to find more pokemon is going to become much more interesting. His heart was beating 100 miles per hour and his blood was racing at the thought of them being separated.

Before he could think on it, Lotor jumped out behind the tree, revealing himself. “I won’t let you take her! Who are you and why are you trying to steal Pokémon?!” He pointed at them enraged.

Lance looked back to the path and then to Lotor, his mouth wide open. Suddenly, he pulls the giant hand fan over to Lotor and a wave of smoke hits him in the face. This time he was slightly more prepared and managed to tuck his chin into his shirt collar.

As the smoke clears, Lance and Keith are standing back to back. Keith starts, “Who are we? Well, allow us to introduce ourselves.” Weird music starts to play in the background.

“To protect the world from devastation” Lance says and the smoke swirls around him.

“To unite all people within our nation” Keith holds a rose out. (He wasn’t holding that before)

“To denounce the evils of truth and love”

“To extend our reach to the stars above”

“Lance!”

“Keith!”

“Team Rocket blast off with the speed of light”

“Surrender now or prepare to fight” They're standing back to back now with their arms crossed. The dog jumps to the center and barks. Lotor guesses that’s his line and pose cue.

Lotor is speechless. Who are these weirdos?

#I watched two yt videos for this lmao #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #prince lotor #pokémon au #my writing #vld #voltron legendary defender

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silentwillowwhisperer · 1 year

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Tattoo AU pt. 5

Hiii! I used a few curse words in this, if that bothers you. It's literally Keith's morning brain being too tired to pretend to have a filter.

Wait. Do they know each other's last names? Whatever it's fine.

Keith's messages are normal text

Lance's messages are bolded

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Saturday, May 5th 5:48 AM

Keith! Hi! Guess what? I have your number

5:56 AM

Are you ignoring me?? Gasp! Offence taken

2 missed calls from Unknown Number

6:07 AM

Keiiiith Buddy? My man? I thought we bonded the betrayal stings

Keith checks his phone.

He had just woken up at 10 AM for work like a normal person to find someone spamming him.

He stares at the screen. What are the chances that this is a serial killer trying to get information from him so that they can murder him in his sleep?

Pretty high.

But does his curiosity outweigh his caution? Yep.

Before he seals his fate, though, he texts Shiro.

Saturday, May 5th 10:37 AM

Hey If I die, I want you to know that I like you almost as much as Kosmo Make sure to have my gravestone include a reasonable amount of curse words I'm thinking something like, "This fucker was glad to go, the world can go to shit. Also, strawberries are superior. Later, bitches."

He ignores Shiro's frantic responses, and goes back to the unknown number's contact.

Saturday, May 5th 10:43 AM

Hi. If you're trying to kill me, please make it cool. I'd hate be they guy to die from food poisoning or some crap like that could you make it some kind of murder mystery? I've always wanted to be the subject of one of those

10:45 AM

Ummm What? Dude It's me. Lance. Why would you want to get murdered?? I just wanted to invite you to a picnic Me Hunk, and Pidge are going You know, the others from the day we met?

10:51 AM

Dammit Can you send me the address?

Keith drives into the parking lot of a picturesque park. It's well hidden from the road, so there's almost no one else there.

He pulls of his helmet and spend a minute smoothing down his hair. His dark locks are already an unruly mess, but the helmet makes it 10 times worse.

The second he looks up, he sees Lance waving wildly at him from across the lot. The guy jogs over with a grin.

"Hey! You're here! For a second I though you were just pretending to agree just to shut me up! You really aren't horrible, Kogane."

Keith doesn't tell Lance that he had been planning on doing exactly that.

The picnic blanket is red and checkered, as it should be. It is set up under a huge tree next to a lake. Keith can see Hunk and Pidge playing frisbee about 10 feet away from it, probably so that they don't accidentally hit the food.

He and Lance sit with their backs to the tree for at least 30 minutes.

It should be awkward, but it isn't. The wind blows through their hair and several birds fly past them. Neither of them says a word, but they can both fell the comfortable silence humming between them.

They'd never admit it, but they both fell the pang in their chests when Hunk jogs over for lunch.

The three of them are easily 5 times as talkative as Keith, but he doesn't mind. It's kind of nice to watch them converse as he eats his lunch.

No, he's not creepy, leave him alone.

Sometimes they'll ask him a question or send him a grin. They seem to catch on pretty fast that Keith isn't feeling left out, he's just quiet. He appreciates that, it always annoys him when people try to force him into a conversation.

They do learn a few things about him, like how he dropped out of high school at age 16, and then proceeded to attend art school for 4 years to get his degree.

After they finish, they run aimlessly around the park for a while. Sometimes they chase each other, and sometimes they just run side by side, but there are absolutely no rules.

Keith finds himself enjoying it. As much as he loves Shiro, he can be so uptight sometimes. The same goes for Allura. It's been a while since he's done anything just for the heck of it.

When he gets to the tattoo parlor later that day, he has a lightened step and even Kosmo picks up on his good mood.

Maybe he should hang out with these people more often.

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

#tattoo shop au #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron #keith kogane #lance mcclain #klance #lance vld #keith vld #vld keith #tawny post

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ashippingpotato · 3 months

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Short Klance fanfic

Lances pov

“Alright everyone” Allura’s voice comes from the coms “ we have landed on planet exsplareus. Feel free to explore, me and Caran have to attend meeting with the planet’s inhabitants but it will only take a few vargas (hours)”

I step up from my place on my bed. I was just about to try and get a nap in, sense I haven’t gotten enough sleep because of the nightmares I had been having for a few months. But I know that will almost be impossible because of the thoughts swirling in my mind. I get dressed in better clothes then my pj’s including my white and blue long sleeve my normal green jacket and some blue jeans. I walk out my door just to immediately step back before I can run into the Keith that’s walking past my door. (Yes I wrote it like that on purpose) He also stops in his tracks and looks at me before muttering a quick “watch were your going” And heading off. I can’t help admiring as his mullet bounces slightly, reflecting the castle lights.

I decided to not pay too much attention to it and keep on my way. (I don’t know much of the castle’s anatomy so I’m just going to start off when he stepped outside sorry) I slowly step into what can be considered the planet’s grass. It’s a light turquoise color. I bend down and slowly wave my hand in the unusually soft surface.

I set out on a slow walk taking in the planet for all its glory. As I walk further away from the castle I start to see a few dips that come up later in the land like hills. In the distance to my right I see a few tree like shapes coming out of the ground. Only a tad of a shade darker turquoise then the grass.

I suddenly stumble on a little rock. Just to see a hill taller than the rest of the ones that I have seen. I start to climb the noticeably steeper ground. As I start to get to the top of the small grassy mountain I start to see a flower like things, slightly blowing in the nice breeze.

As I reach the top of the hill, I get a better look at them. The stem is a normal earth stem green that slowly fades into a dark purple that almost completely covers the leaves. The actual flower part is a striking black and white stripe pattern,it kinda reminds me of the zebras on earth.

I sit down criss cross to examine the plant further when I hear a small yelp that stops my train of thought. It came from my left side, it was soft but just loud enough to hear it. I lean to the side to try to see where the small sound came from.

I look just a bit over the top of the hill to see an almost fox like creature. It had the body at a fox but instead of bright orange it was more on the red side. Its tail was made up of small feathers that have small yellow oval spots with a black center, And small rabbit like ears.

It looked like he also stumbled over a small rock, and was trying to regain its balance. When it stood up fully it looked me straight in the eye. It had big forest green eyes and if you looked into them long enough you could probably get lost. I just stayed still not really knowing what to do. As we stared at each other the softer its eyes became. It slowly got closer to me, more comfortable but still weary.

I simultaneously started to raise my hand to the creature. Right before I come in contact with the soft looking fur. It’s ear twitch, right after it does I start to hear footsteps, becoming louder and louder by the second. The creature then proceeds to run away. I lean back to my original spot, looking to my right I see a very recognizable messy black mullet.

I look down from the top of his head to his eyes, he in return sends me a piercing gaze. “Hey” I said quietly, not wanting to disturb anymore wild life. His gaze softens and he looks down at all of the unusually colored flowers that lay peacefully perched on the soft surface of the grass.

“Hi” he said softly, bending down to sit beside me. I look forward again “whatcha doing all the way over here” I asked I had figured he would be training like he always does. Maybe he came to check on me, I smiled at the thought. “Just taking a brake” he answered grimly, obviously upset about something. Any smile I had before now gone. I stared at the sky, this planet did not have an atmosphere that changes the color of the sky so it was all just darkness and stars.

Keith let out a shaky breath. “You ok” I asked the slightly shorter boy, concern dripping from my words. “Y-yeah” he answered, a little to quick for my liking. Suddenly a small subtle tear slips down his face. He quickly wipes it away with a red sleeve just for a few more to come out of the other eye.

He quickly turned to the right, hoping to hide the tears. I slowly reach my hand out to him, slightly jumping when he flinched away from the touch. I usually know how to handle sad people, but this was not just anyone this was Keith. The boy who didn’t know how to handle his feelings. The boy can easily take down six galra soldiers on his own with just a simple knife. The boy who makes my heart flutter every time, every time he yells at me, every time he fights, every time he gets too grumpy and stops out of the room. Every single time, no matter how much I try to stop it I just can’t and it’s killing me.

He starts to stand up but before he can start to walk away I grab his wrist. He looks back at me with the most devastating tear stained expression I have ever seen and it breaks my heart.

I stand up and take a few step towards him. I wipe away a stray tear that slipped past the walls protecting his heart. I slowly caress the scar on his right cheek. “I’m sorry” he says quietly ”for what?” I ask “everything” he answers simply. “Hey, hey, hey it’s ok ….. I forgave you a long time ago.”

I bend down, slowly dragging him with me. He does as shown and drops to the ground, still wiping some of the other tears. I open my arms wide inviting him into a warm hug. He hesitates at first but then starts to move into the touch.

“It’s ok to cry you know” I tell him trying to make him feel more comfortable. He nods slowly “c-can we s-stay here…. for a-awhile” he asked trying to make his voice stop shaking. “Yeah I would like that”

(A few Vargas (hours) later)

“Hey guys…….were are Lance and Keith?

THE END!!!!!!!

Let’s just say pidge went out to find them, she did indeed find them but before she woke them up she took pictures for blackmailing and of course to give to Allura because she is shipping master. And she (pidge) will never admit that she actually thought they were pretty cute together

Anyway sorry far any spelling and/or grammar mistakes (it is currently 1:57)

#klance #lgbtq+#scenery #hinting at klance #voltron #fanfics #fanfiction #klance fanfiction #voltron fanfic #voltron fandom #fluff #pidge #allura

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justmultifandom · 5 months

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Kidge winter event

Day 8: Christmas

(This is a part two of Day 6: Mistletoe)

That kiss, full of passion and lightheartedness was all it took to drive him crazy. He lowered his head as much as possible, and even if it was uncomfortable he didn't care, he had to make that kiss last as long as possible. His lips against hers made sparks in his mouth, distributing that searing fire throughout his body. He caressed her waist, that sweet little narrow waist that she had earned in the time he was on a mission and she was at home on Earth, so perfect and soft. Suddenly he was overcome by a strange warm sensation, but that kiss was setting off fireworks in his stomach, and for a moment he was afraid that it might explode. Her arms around his neck became tighter and tighter as she tried hard to get up higher and reach him, but hurting his back in the process, but he didn't care. If lust was a road to hell, then he would more than willingly go there. He held her closer while her arms encircled his neck ardently, so much so that it was a slight annoyance, but for what he wanted, dying now wasn't a problem, not in her arms and with his mouth glued shut to hers. The mistletoe was still hanging from the ceiling, and the mess in the next room wasn't finished yet. Everyone was probably opening presents now, but that, to Keith, was the best gift anyone could give him. The mutual warmth was nothing short of fantastic, as that magical kiss turned into a real mess of tongues and hungry bites. This position of hers was rather uncomfortable, and he gently pushed her against the wall near the staircase, positioning his hands and welded his fingers into her thighs. He pulled her up, kissing her ardently, and one arm lowered from her thigh to her knee, encircleling her leg by his torso, caressing the bare skin of her calf, the other moved up towards her exposed back, whose only parts of fabric were green ribbons, which, elegant as they were, he wanted to tear. In reality he wanted to tear off her entire dress at that moment. He bit her lower lip and she let out a soft moan as breathing became erratic for both of them. All that passion was too much. “Keith…”: she gasped, breaking the kiss and looking into his eyes: “We have to stop…” He obeyed, pulling away from her slightly and looking into her eyes. She was lying, he could see it in her look. She wanted to continue, she wanted to push deeper. “You're right…”: he nodded. No, she wasn't right, she wanted to stop for no reason in the world. That spark inside his chest was slowly dying out, as was the magic and joy of the moment. If for that moment his world had been colored with fun and lively shades, now a sad and inexpressive grayish tone was returning.

“I have to go, they're waiting for me…”: she regained her composure, going down from that column and heading towards the main room. Her cheeks were colored a pure pink. He watched her leave and then headed towards the bathroom. He washed his hands and his mouth, hoping to rinse away anything she had left, yet it was everywhere on his body. On his lips and in his mouth he could still smell her perfume, lost in the desire to feel her still pressed against his body. He shook his head and returned to the room. By now everyone was sitting talking or exchanging the last remaining gifts, however under the tree there were some colorful packages left, those of him and Pidge. Even though there were a lot of other people there, that sickly good smell was still on him, so much so that he turned to see her unwrapping a present in a hidden corner. She was watching him as she opened a present on her lap, her plump lips slightly parted as if it were an invitation. His eyes darted away, trying with all his might not to look at her again. Someone put an arm around his shoulders, and he turned his head and saw Lance. "So? How did it go?”: He asked with such a stupid smile and with too much hope that he already wanted to punch him. He was there, his face slightly damp from sweat and tap water, his black tie limp and the top three buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. “I couldn't”: he shook his head, putting his hands in his pockets and moving his arm away. Lance looked at him with a confused frown and a furrowed brow. “Seriously?”: He raised an eyebrow, his expression changing in surprise: “But… but what happened then?” “Nothing, we talked…”: he lied, shrugging his shoulders: “We talked and then, then she went back inside…” “Really?”: he raised his eyebrow again: “You didn't even try?” "Try?"

“to kiss her, Mullet!”: Lance shook his head: “You can't just be friendly at first and then kiss her! You have to build a romantic, passionate atmosphere and then, only then, can you kiss her!” Oh, Lance, the passion was there, sure enough! Keith wanted to answer, but he just shrugged and kept his gaze fixed on the Christmas tree. “Are you sure you're fine, nothing bad happened, right?”: Lance asked again, with a slightly worried frown. In fact, Lance, yes, a terrible thing happened: I discovered that kissing Pidge is the greatest thing in the entire universe! He replied mentally. If that was an effect of the addiction, then he would be addicted to her for life, because Pidge was everywhere. In his head, in his thoughts there was her. Everywhere he turned, his eyes rested on her, every object he touched seemed to have the same texture as her soft hips. It was a torture. It was painful. He wanted her, so much that he felt his heart beating in his chest as the spark rekindled. It wasn't animalistic or possessive. It was love. “I'm just tired”: he replied: “It's past midnight, maybe I should rest” “Are you kidding, man?! It is Christmas! Basically your party! Red and green, does it remind you of something!?”: he exclaimed. “I said I'm tired”: he replied dryly, taking his jacket and going up to the quarters.

#voltron legendary defender #keith voltron #voltron pidge #kidge #keith x pidge #keidge #kidge winter event

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bluedemon1995 · 10 months

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Days 5-7 Sorry so late, please click on link for full 3 days!!!

Day 5

Water Fight

Kid Drabble

Finally, the last day of baseball. Keith knew Shiro was just being his nice self by having play on his team but Keith was not really one for organized sports. Practice, games, he’d rather be fixing his dirt bike or even getting a job.

“KEITH!!!! Get over here for your treat!”

Sighing, Keith walked over to Lance, “Damn man, do you have to yell everything you say?”

Hunk laughed, “Yeah, I think he does. Um, have you seen his family?”

Keith smirked, “Yeah yeah. So what’s with all the water balloons and shaving cream?”

Matt swung an arm around his shoulder, “Dude, it’s epic. The last day we go all out, we have a water balloon and shaving cream fight!! Then we eat!! Damn glad you joined our team, it feels good to end in the first place!”

Keith nodded, “Yeah, I like first.”

Keith looks around, trying to see if Katie is still here. Sometimes she’ll hang out with them after the game but he also doesn’t feel like drawing attention to his interest in her. He could feel his heartbeat speed up but deliberately slows his breathing. If the guys knew he was harboring a crush, well shit, he just didn’t want to go there.

After a bit, the team was armed with 2 water balloons and a can of shaving cream, with a bucket and pile of cans off by the big tree about 25 feet away. They were to start at a whistle. Keith was focused, he knew he needed to hit the tree and get extra supplies as soon as it started.

Chaos ensued. He was running, diving, and throwing like crazy. He also lucked out and found a bag that he tossed extra balloons in so he could move quickly.

Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lance moving slowly, crouched down low to hide among the bushes. He followed his projected trajectory and saw Katie was indeed here, sitting on a bench with her EarPods in, minding her own business, taking a few pictures of the mess happening around her.

Crap. Before he even consciously decided to move, he found himself running, dodging his teammates, and eventually skidding to a stop directly in front of Katie who lets out a surprised yelp. His left arm catches the back of the bench and he holds his weight while essentially covering Katie. His face is awfully close to hers because he swears he can feel her breath on his face when she says, “Hey!”

He grins, stating “Yo” while she simultaneously flushes pink while stammering, “Ke-wha-um, er-hi, “

So cute.

He stretches out his right arm and catches the water balloon Lance has launched at her. He stands to his full height and whips it back at him. Hit!

Katie stands now and screams, “You are so dead, dude!”

Keith smirks and offers his bag of remaining water balloons. God, this girl! Her eyes are literally sparkling with laughter and joy. Her grin makes his knees wobbly. And she smells like to him is summer, a hint of spearmint and lavender.

An hour later, Katie is helping the team pick up the mess around the baseball field. He’s keeping an eye on her, still trying to determine the relationship between her and Lance. Right now they are laughing and Keith is feeling anxious. He can’t ever recall paying this much attention to a girl. Or wanting a girl's attention for that matter. What the hell is he gonna do?

Suddenly, Matt’s face is in his vision, too close, with an evil grin.

“So! I see you’re paying awfully close attention to my darling little sis. Wanna share with the class?”

Keith stumbles back, “I don’t know what you, um mean. I’m just looking to see if everything is cleaned up.” Taking another step back, he bumps into Shiro. “What the hell guys?”

Shiro moves to his side, throwing an arm around him. “Look, we’ve been seeing a pattern, and just think of us as your wingmen!”

Oh crap. He looks away, past Matt, and sees Katie watching their odd little group. Softly, he mutters, “Yeah okay, what do I need to do?”

#kidge #keith kogane #katie holt #keith x pidge #keith and pidge #pidge and keith #voltron #fanfiction #pidge #keith #summer #kidge summer event #Kidge summer2023

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klance-daydreams · 2 years

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pit stop! ☀️🧋🚐

(a space ranger vlogs mini fic)

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"I gotta tinkle."

Lance is driving the van today like usual, and Keith's working on his laptop cross-legged next to him, like usual. His earbuds are plugged in, and he's typing away.

"I gotta tinkle," Lance repeats, louder. Keith glances up. He removes his earbuds, shuts the laptop, and nods.

"Dope."

Taking the next exit, Lance drives for about ten minutes before stopping at a Dunkin' Donuts parking area. He clicks open his seat belt and Keith does the same.

"I'm gonna go get some iced coffee. 'You want some?"

Lance shakes his head. "I'll pass."

Keith gives a look at him for a moment. Grabbing his wallet, he pauses before he opens the van door.

"Are you sure? I can get you a small cup."

He shakes his head again. "I'm sure."

Keith climbs out of the van and shuts the door, and Lance steps out of the driver's seat and heads back to the small van bathroom. Once he washes his hands, he sits back in his spot for a few minutes when he spots Keith come back out of the building. Just like that, the GPS is set, they're seat belts are buckled, and they're back on the highway.

Keith sips his coffee while looking out the window, watching the endless amount of trees and cars zoom by. Lance keeps his eyes on the road for sure, but he can't help but look at Keith every few seconds. One because he is very cute when he looks out the van window, and two, Lance is starting to regret declining the offer to get some iced coffee. It looked so sweet and refreshing and cold. Yep, really regretting it now.

"Keith, buddy ol' pal, remember how I said I didn't want coffee?"

He starts slowly. Keith turns around, already knowing what's coming next."You want some, don't you?"

Lance shrugs his shoulders and offers a weak smile. "Maybe?"

Keith rolls his eyes. "I don't want to say I told you so, but," He flashes a sly grin. "I told you so."

"Please, Keith," Lance whines. "Please! I'll do anything."

"Fine, fine. You can have some." Keith offers the plastic cup to Lance, who takes it. The highway is calm, so he can hold it with ease. Lance starts drinking, and that's when he realizes something. He's using the same freaking orange plastic straw as Keith. His mouth is touching where Keith's mouth touched. Holy pepper and cheese it's like they're kissing.

Lance chokes, almost losing the wheel. Keith yelps as the car swerves for a split second. "What the heck, Lance?" He snaps. Then, in a calmer voice he follows with, "Everything alright?"

Lance slowly nods yes. "Yeah, everything's chill, man." Everything was in fact not chill, because now he's only thinking about one thing.

He sips the coffee one more time before giving it back to Keith. "I, uh, think you should have this back. Can't concentrate on the road."

"Pfft, okay," Keith says, holding the cup with both hands before putting his own mouth on the straw, like it's the most normal thing in the world. Lance's mind is reeling.

He focuses ahead of him, and breathes in and out. These little moments happen all the time. Maybe he'll do something about it. Hopefully soon. But for now, Lance will continue to get all crazy in his head. Stupid head.

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#BOOM here we are with the lance pining #klance #keith and lance #klance fanfic #space ranger vlogs #klancedaywrites???

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vldkeith · 2 years

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julance☀️🌊🚀 week one: beach 🏖🐚 or family

a/n: i made it. this one's short, i'm trying to get back into the groove of writing!! hope u enjoy nonetheless <3

read on ao3

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Lance stretches out luxuriously, folding his feet into the hot sand beneath him.

This…is the life.

It’s midafternoon on a Monday, so the area of beach he and Keith have claimed is pretty empty—so empty, in fact, that Lance can actually spot Keith about 20 feet away from him where he’s crouched near the shoreline, hand hovering over something. There’s a cool, mid-June breeze ruffling the palm trees above, and even the ocean itself seems to be in a good mood, lapping gently into the shore as if playfully nipping at Keith’s hands where Lance can see them.

You deserve this, Lance McClain , Lance tells himself smugly, pushing his heart-shaped sunglasses up a little more and tilting his head back to let the sunlight catch on his face. This world was soooo worth saving.

Before Lance can get too wrapped up in these self-congratulatory thoughts (hey, he’s got to cope in some way, right?), however, his the light spreading across his face is suddenly shadowed, and he squints open his eyes to see the face of Keith above him, looking nervous.

Lance cracks a smile and sits up lazily. “Welcome back. You finally gonna stop ignoring your boyfriend and sunbathe with me?”

Without making a sound, Keith shakes his head, and then quickly holds his hand out. It’s curled into a fist, like he’s got something clutched in it.

Lance looks at it, then slowly arches and eyebrow as he looks back up at Keith. “Yes…?”

Keith huffs as if Lance has done something exasperating, which he most certainly has not. “I have something for you,” he explains pointedly, though he’s still not quite meeting Lance’s eye. “Take it.”

He shakes his hand a little, emphasizing its existence to Lance, who relents and holds his palm out, quizzical. Immediately, something hard and a little bit sharp drops into Lance’s hand, and he peers closer to examine it.

Ridges line a surface of pure white, jutting out into tiny points that dot into neatly concaved edges, folding out like a fan. It’s a shell, almost the size of Lance’s palm, and a happy, indulgent smile stretches across Lance’s face as he curls his fingers around it.

“Nice shell,” he says instead of you’re so adorable or thank you for showing it to me. “It looks, like, exactly how a shell should look. You found a really perfect…” Lance trails off, having finally lifted his gaze from the fossil to find that the space where Keith had stood is completely vacant. Blinking in confusion, he looks around and spots Keith another 20 feet away, but in a different direction this time, folded into the same position and gazing intently at the ground.

“Um…nevermind, then,” Lance murmurs bemusedly to himself, laying the shell gently onto the beach towel beside him. Weirdo. Why would you give someone a random shell without saying anything else?

Apparently, as Lance will find five minutes later, because that hadn’t been exactly what Keith was doing.

When Keith shows up again this time, Lance is already sitting up, ready for him.

“You left your shell,” he says by way of greeting, folding his arms and looking Keith up and down critically. “I was trying to tell you how cool it was, but you very rudely left before I could.”

“Sorry.” Keith shrugs, and Lance is opening his mouth to reprimand Keith for such an apathetic response when, suddenly, something hard drops into his lap.

It’s salmon-colored this time, and far more decorated with sharp points and jagged edges; it has a small opening in the middle of itself, where it curls over like smooth cake frosting. Lance’s first instinct is to pick it up and put it to his ear, because maybe he’ll be able to “hear the ocean”—it’s a conch shell, of course. Lance understands all of this in about 3 seconds, but that’s not long enough to keep Keith from disappearing again; one second Lance is looking down at the shell, and the next time he looks up Keith is gone, leaving him thoroughly bewildered.

“Hey!” he shouts incredulously towards Keith’s back, picking up and waving both shells around as he does. “What do you want me to do with these shells?!”

After that, they just keep on coming.

During the next two visits from Keith, Lance tries to ask him what his plan is; in return, he receives a very pretty spotted white shell the size of his thumb, and then a spiral cone shell, along with a tiny smile. Maybe it was that smile, the disarming nature of it, that makes Lance give up and flop back onto his towel, allowing Keith to come and go as he pleases, dropping off shells all the while; maybe it’s that Lance knows how futile it is to try to get something out of Keith if he doesn’t want to share it. Regardless, Lance surrenders to Keith’s whims, and merely eyes him with a wary sort of distance every time he returns and leaves again, utterly bemused.

The fifth shell is a bright speckled orange, the kind this Lance’s mother would love to fashion into a necklace.

The sixth is a beige snail shell—Keith had seemed especially excited about that one, so Lance put it into his own pocket protectively.

The seventh shell is a rather incredible blue, deep and vibrant and fan-shaped much like the first one was. At this one, Lance can’t help the noise of delight that comes out upon laying eyes on it, and he raises it to the sun appreciatively.

Having learned by now that Keith’s plan is just to dump a shell on him and then leave, Lance doesn’t bother speaking aloud the admiring comments in his mind; until, however, Keith actually flops down onto the sand next to him and gives him a tired, slightly sweaty smile.

“There,” he says with the air of a cat who’s just caught a perfect fish, “I did it.”

“Oh, are you finally going to tell me why I have this pile of shells now?” Lance asks, turning his body fully to face Keith in eager anticipation. “I’ve been taking really good care of these shells for you, you know, even though you haven’t told me once what this was about—”

“They’re just pretty,” Keith interrupts abruptly, shrugging. Lance shuts his mouth, caught off guard by the open honesty in Keith’s voice. “I was looking for a blue one specifically, but I found other pretty ones and I just wanted you to have them.”

If it were possible, Lance swears he’d have huge hearts obscuring his eyes right about now, so cute is Keith’s explanation right now. It’s so cute that Lance puts down his shiny new blue shell and tackles Keith in a hug, causing them both to fall into the sand.

Lance lands on top of Keith and immediately starts kissing him senseless all over his face. “Why are you so cute, Kogane?” he says in between kisses, deftly dodging Keith’s protesting hands and shoves as he does.

“Shut up!” Keith sputters, and finally heaves Lance off of him. He lands back on the beach towel, grinning a huge, lovestruck grin.

“It’s nice to be reminded that you actually do like me,” Lance says cheekily, but with no small amount of fondness. Keith scoffs, and punches his arm, but huddles up close to Lance a moment later like the cat he is.

“I more than like you,” he mutters as Lance puts an arm around him happily. “I wouldn’t spend, like, 30 minutes seashell hunting if I just liked you.”

Lance hums. “It was more like an hour, I think.”

Keith jerks up a little to glare at Lance. “Was not. Liar.”

“I don’t know, it felt like a full 60 minutes to me…”

“I’ll give you 45. Maybe. But that’s still pushing it.”

Lance laughs, pressing a wet, annoying kiss to Keith’s cheek and scooping his shells into his hands.

“I’m gonna ask Mama to make me a necklace out of these. All seven of ‘em.”

He feels rather than sees Keith cringe. “Jesus, that sounds ugly.”

“Yeah,” Lance affirms fondly. He could probably make it work, though.

☕️ko-fi

#klance #klance fanfiction #julance2022 #lance mcclain #voltron #voltron fanfiction #keith kogane #renfic #WHEW. OK! this is so Nothing but its okay. its okay

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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 2 years

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VLD Characters and my McDonald's Experience

L: *looking at the bottom of the milkshake machine. It has a gross mix of strawberry, vanilla, chocolate and shamrock shake sitting in the collection pan*

S: Have fun cleaning that Lance

L: I know what I have to do but I'm not strong enough to do it

S: ?

L: Pass me a straw

S: NO

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*Some customer yelling at Pidge for something out if their control:

P: *Hands them their food* have a mcTastic day!

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H: Welcome to Mcdonals, how can I help you 😇

Customer: Can I have a whopper?

H: No you may not-

Customer: Give me a fucking whopper

H:....this is a mcdonals...?

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*Shiro taking a customer complaint*

*Lance and Pidge fighting in the kitchen*

P: You're lucky you're so tall

L: Hahaha! SHORT!

P: Imma fucking kill- *starts to climb him like a tree*

*Ungodly screaming*

*Shrio with a stressed smile* Anything else I can do for you?

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*Keith taking his mask off to take a drink*

*Some girls checking him out*

K: *puts his mask back on* Shiro can I wear a "I'm gay" pin?

S: No

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L: I'm sorry our ice cream machine is broken

Customer: I know it's not you're just lazy

L: You're right

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H: *doing dishes* I got my bachelors for this

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Coran: Allura you’re in window one today

Allura: God why do you hate lesbians

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L: So that's why imma start an OF

S: Lance don't start an OF

K: No wait, Shiro let him talk

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Lotor: *tying is hair up*

Customer: Excuse me ma'am

Lotor: *still tying his hair up*

Customer: ma'am!!! I'm talking to you!

Lotor: *turning slightly*

Customer: Oh sir!

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sleepdeprivedflower · 2 years

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so i was inspired by @autisticlancemcclain 's last post, and wrote this in like two hours

Hunk put himself to work as soon as he came back from the local market. He set the basket on the kitchen table and emptied its content, then got a large bowl, a wooden spoon, and a scale. The recipe was engraved in his brain by now, so he didn’t bother with his precious cookbook. He started by creaming the butter he and Lance had made — not without effort — with Kaltenecker’s milk, then mixed it with sugar that he bought from this old woman at the market, who always told the craziest stories. Today’s had been about her group trip to Peru, when she was seventy years old. She and her husband had gotten lost in the jungle, then found their way to the Machu Pichu by climbing up trees to see above the canopy, and managed to arrive a day before their group.

He then added the flour, which came from the farm a little out of town. The last time he went there, the youngest of the farmers’ sons had been proudly showing off the gap in his mouth from where his tooth had fallen. Before mixing everything together, Hunk grabbed a mason jar on the shelf behind him. Pidge had insisted that they plant an almond tree, and Hunk had grown fond of the plant, and especially of the powdered almonds he was now adding to the mix. He kneaded the dough until the consistency was just right, and covered the bowl with a towel, placing it in the fridge for a while. He busied himself by cleaning the kitchen, washing the dishes, and preparing the icing.

When the dough had hardened enough, he took it out and spread it flat onto his workspace. He took a cookie cutter, the one that looked like a person, and cut the shape into the dough, kneading it and spreading it back when he couldn’t cut into it anymore. He poked little holes in each cookie, and put them in the oven for ten minutes.

Then the fun part began — the icing. He took his sweet time (pun intended, Lance was a terrible influence) creating each pattern, often having to look at the references he had printed the day before. Finally, the cookies were ready. He put them onto a plate and carried them out of the kitchen.

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The sound of fingers deftly tapping against keyboards and the metallic cries of a blade being sharpened stopped when Hunk entered the living room where Lance, Pidge, and Keith were gathered. Lance was lying on the couch, his laptop perched on his stomach, surfing through countless of dubious websites, in search of that indie film Keith had mentioned, while downloading the books Pidge had wanted to read for a while and the recipes Hunk had said he wanted to try, as well as pirating Shakira’s whole discography. Sitting on the floor next to him and sipping a homemade lemonade, Pidge was hacking god-only-knew-what, coding her way in and out of firewalls. Keith was slowly humming to himself, Lance’s feet tucked under his thighs, as he sharpened his knife.

They were all focused on their respective tasks, but they looked up as soon as Hunk passed the door and set the cookies on the coffee table.

“Hunk, my man, my buddy, my best friend, have I told you you’re the love of my life?” Lance said, flashing him a bright grin. “No offense, babe,” he added and turned to Keith, who snorted.

“None taken, Hunk’s the love of everyone’s lives in this house.”

Pidge had already scooted closer to the table and went to grab a cookie, but stopped, blinked, and leaned forward to take a better look.

“Are those...” she trailed off.

Hunk chuckled.

“Yup.”

“Wicked,” Pidge muttered, before snatching a cookie that looked eerily like Bill Gates.

“Oh, I want the Steve Jobs cookie!” Lance exclaimed. He glanced at his screen and his fingers danced on the keyboard, then the printer in the corner of the room sprung to life. “Got your recipes, by the way,” he said with a mouthful of cookie.

“These taste really good, Hunk, thanks,” Keith told the Samoan, lightly punching his shoulder and nibbling on a Jeff Bezos cookie.

Hunk smiled proudly and took a cookie as well, picking the one that looked like Mark Zuckerberg.

They all returned to what they were doing, the soft munching noises now accompanying the tapping and slashing and humming. Hunk went to fetch his cookbook — which really was a thick binder — and made his way to the printer to collect the sheets of — recycled — paper on which the new recipes were printed, punching holes into them and adding them to his collection.

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When the front door opened and Shiro, Allura, and Coran came in, back from a walk that doubled as mushroom picking, neither teenager batted an eyelash. The three newcomers joined them in the living room, intrigued by their silence. Shiro glanced at the resolutely half empty plate of cookies and rose an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching upwards.

“So, what are you doing?” he asked.

“Eatin’ the rich,” Lance replied, before he bit Elon Musk’s head off.

Smiling to themselves, Shiro, Coran, and Allura each took a cookie.

(nb: this is the recipe i used btw)

#vld #my fic #voltron said eat the rich #cottagecore vibes #but add in hacking and pirating and general anti-capitalism #everyone loves hunk #klance #tech savvy!lance x keith why-would-i-need-a-smart-phone-when-i-have-a-landline kogane #mushroom picking is great #even though i don't like mushrooms #but it reminds me of my gramps so

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adobedragon · 1 year

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“The Gift”

Lance was sitting on the floor under the Christmas tree when Pidge returned home, his shoulders slumped, gaze on the floor, a red bow, the kind that should have gone on a gift, perched crookedly on his head. Shopping bags in hand, she pulled the front door closed behind her and studied him, his defeated posture sending a nervous tremor through her.

Earlier, when she’d left the apartment, he’d seemed cheerful enough. Had something triggered him, set off a cascade of grief and old trauma? These days he was pretty solid, her rock in fact when her own demons reared their heads, but she knew he was still slightly fragile.

Her mouth moved soundlessly with a gruff comment, but no words emerged. Gruff and acerbic were her default settings and her mother, brother and even Keith had more than once suggested she try diplomacy.

In her head she snorted at the notion, as least with respect to her dealings with most people. Lance, however, her best friend and now boyfriend, sometimes needed a softer approach and she was making an earnest effort to trade “gruff” for “gentle.”

The small apartment, her home away from home on Mars, was steamy and warm, the air thick with delicious smells of cinnamon from three pies and Cuban sugar cookies cooling on the counter and the sweet alcoholic scent of the brandy that Lance generously added to the roast’s gravy. In a few hours, the Holt and McClain clans would be descending on the tiny apartment.

She set down her bags and in a few steps was standing before him. “I thought you were going to wrap gifts?” Whoops. That probably sounded like scolding, but it was a step up from her first choice: “Is there a reason why your bony butt is warming the carpet?”

He raised his face to meet her eyes, a lopsided smile on his mouth. “I wrapped one gift.”

The area beneath the tree was devoid of gifts, the absence also her fault as she was just getting around to shopping. In lieu of anything else, she said, “Eh?”

“Me.” The crooked smile turned flirty. “I’m your gift.” He pointed at the red bow stuck to his brown hair.

She gave him a soft nudge with her toe, finding his statement equally goofy and charming. “You’re so weird.”

“So are you.” He winked. “Let’s be weird together. Forever.” He punctuated that with an eyebrow waggle and a hopeful tilt of his head.

The nuances of human communication had never been her forte and it took her brain several seconds to analyze his silly response and spit out the surprising results. As she contemplated him, his smile turned lopsided again, eyes twinkling in the Christmas lights.

What was she supposed to say? Something erudite and deeply romantic?

She went with, “Okay. Yes. Forever.”

His smile lit up his face and for an instant even those exasperating blue crescents on his cheeks glowed a bit. He held out a hand and she took it, letting him pull her down onto the floor where she proceeded to unwrap her gift.

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kidgetrash · 1 year

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Monsters and Mana 2 - Save The World, Get The Girl - Chapter 9

Character: Keith Kogane, Pidge Gunderson/Katie Holt, Lance McClain, Hunk Garrett, Shirogane Takashi, Coran, Princess Allura, Matt Holt

Pairings: Keith/Pidge

Summary: Keith brings snacks; the rescue party enter Easthorn Forest.

If you go over to Ao3, there's a fun little anecdote about Home Can Be A Person on this chapter!

‘Coke, sugar free, not diet, cold glass, no ice; nachos with Italian mozzarella, pico, not salsa, and one and a half spoons of soured cream on the side.’ Keith put down what he knew was one of Pidge’s favourite snack combos and watched as her entire face lit up. He loved seeing her so happy, and he wouldn’t admit to anyone out loud that it made his stomach flutter and heart pound. Damn, she was beautiful, and she deserved nice things, including her very specific snacks.

‘Oh my God, Keith, I love you!’ She jumped out of her seat, not only to let everyone back in the booth but to quickly hug Keith, so quickly that she pinned his arms to his sides before grabbing a chip. ‘This is the best!’

‘You’re welcome.’ He stammered, having been struck speechless for a moment when she used the L word so affectionately. Lance, who had already slid into his seat, threw Keith’s bag of chips to him while Hunk put down the drink he had carried to allow his hands free to bring Pidge’s snacks. Shiro had brought popcorn and juice for Coran.

‘I’m not hugging you, even for a snack this good.’ Coran remarked as Shiro put his items down before sliding into place.

‘I’d settle for a thank you.’

‘Oh! Thank you!’ Coran realised he hadn’t done so and was only too happy to oblige. ‘Now, Princess Pidge, get back in your bubble so we can continue.’

‘On it.’ Pidge grinned at Keith before shovelling a loaded chip into her mouth and ensconcing herself back in her soundproof shield.

‘You finally reach the outskirts of Easthorn Forest, the wood that covers the eastern edge of Ephbe where it meets with Snagrore and Qiomend. Once you traverse the forest you will be at the wastelands, closer to your goal now than before.’

‘Obviously.’ Lance muttered.

Coran continued, undeterred. ‘The forest is dark, as though a deep cloak has been drawn between the trees, obscuring any and everything that lay beyond…’

‘When you said you watch over Princess Pidge, does that mean you can sense her?’ Keith asked, riding up beside Allura as her eyes scanned the darkness.

‘In a manner of speaking.’ She nodded, dismounting her horse and passing the reins to Keith without hesitation. ‘I am aware of when I am near to her. She is like a beacon that sits in the back of my mind, telling me where she is, how she is faring. At least, that’s how it is for now.’

‘What do you mean, for now?’ Lance hopped down and took the reins for all three horses as Keith joined Allura walking towards the tree line.

‘I mean her being is peril is what triggered my connection to her. It is often how it happens. It’s also how some of my people never find their connection. They are never truly in enough trouble to trigger it until it is too late.’

‘You mean death.’ Shiro stated, joining them with Hunk, though he still held his own horse.

‘Indeed.’ Allura stepped into the darkness but it was just that, shadows caused by the trees making it look worse than it truly was. ‘Upon some mortal danger, the Oshela’s link will trigger, starting as a vision of who their charge is, where they might be. The knowledge of their identity and whereabouts at that time becomes an integral part of their Oshel. Once I knew it was Princess Pidge of Ephbe I immediately left to travel to the palace.’

‘And King Matt just believed you with no confirmation?’ It was Hunk’s turn to doubt.

‘Have you never heard of the Oshela?’ Allura stepped back towards her horse. ‘I thought we were known the world over.’

‘For a lot of people you’re a myth, a legend.’ Keith explained. ‘Smaller villages and towns can go generations without ever meeting one of your kind and, eventually, people assume you’re a folktale.’

‘Accidental elitism is still elitism. Are we going in?’ Shiro watched the tribeswoman return to her horse.

‘There’s a power here, but it’s not negative. We should be safe to enter.’

Keith returned to Lance and took his horse back. ‘Safe or no, we have to go on. It’s the most direct way to the wastelands.’

‘Stick to the paths, don’t allow anything to draw you away. What you see in the distance is not real and is there to tempt you. Don’t fall for it.’ Allura mounted up. ‘And stick together.’

‘You think there’s something here that’s going to try separate us?’ Lance asked.

‘I think this side of this forest, at the very least, bears a heavy curse under the light of the moon. Like a siren, it could be your doom.’

‘The king isn’t paying us enough for this shit.’ Shiro grumbled under his breath, turning his steed to follow the group. Stolen princesses were easy, cursed forests were not.

‘I thought you were familiar with the wastelands?’ Lance called back.

‘Anyone with any sense knows you don’t enter the wastelands through Easthorn if you don’t have to.’

‘Then why are we?’ Hunk directed his question towards Allura.

‘Because we have to.’ Allura stated, sensing this direction was the one, and only, way they would get to Pidge on time.

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silentwillowwhisperer · 1 year

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Don't Start Now

This is after the events of s8

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For some reason, my brain can picture Keith singing Don't Start Now at the top of his lungs when Lance tries to ask him out after Allura dies.

Like, yes of course he still has feelings for Lance, but the fact that he only noticed Keith after Allura is gone hurts a lot.

So Keith makes the spontaneous decision to start singing at the top of his lungs. Lance just stares at him in shock and awe, and Keith gets the feeling that Lance is even more determined to go out with him now.

He should have remembered that Lance loves Dua Lipa's music.

They end up in an all out 'please date me' war of random pop songs.

Lance randomly pops into the room one day while Keith is talking to Shiro, and he yells the chorus of Heat Waves.

Lance's songs- Shower, Halo, For Him, Make You Mine, Talk Too Much, Delicate, etc.

Keith's Songs- Crush Culture, I Knew You Were Trouble, Flowers, Bad Blood, We Are Never Getting Back Together, FRIENDS, etc. (Taylor Swift was very helpful, he can now sing most of her songs by heart.)

And the worst part is, Keith realizes that he does really want to date Lance now. It's kind of hard to ignore the gay panics when your crush sings love songs to you while staring soulfully into your eyes.

This is literally the stuff of Keith's dreams.

They're sitting on the couch with the rest of the team, watching some really cringey Altean rom-com. Although they have all diverged onto different paths, they meet up regularly.

When the credits roll, Keith starts to sing again. His voice is sore and rough from all of the belting he's been doing, but right now it's soft, and under his breath.

Lance turns to him, and he quickly catches on to what Keith is singing.

They completely forget about the rest of the team as they sing Feel It Twice as a duet.

It's perfect for them, and Keith is surprised to find his eyes watering.

Neither of them are looking at each other, but rather at the wall straight ahead.

When they do finish they turn their heads to watch each other's faces.

Lance won't let go of this. He's already lost one partner, he can't let another slip through his fingers.

And looking into Keith's starry eyes, he realizes something.

Allura was beautiful. She was funny. She was witty. But she never Lance this comforting feeling in his stomach, or the longing that is clawing at his throat. They had something together, but Allura barely glanced at him, she shrugged him off like he was some annoying roach half the time.

That was great, but this is right.

"Please," he whispers. "I'm so sorry that I dismissed you, that I didn't take this chance before. But please, please, please, I just need one chance to prove myself to you. If not, then you can break up with me, never speak to me again. Just one more try."

They both have tears on their faces, but neither cares.

And before they know it, their lips are pressed together, and Lance can feel hope blooming throughout his body like the first flowers in spring.

If Allura was fireworks and the 4th of July, then Keith is warm hugs and wind blowing through trees on a crisp day in fall.

Keith is safety and steadiness.

"Um, cool, glad you guys finally did that. The singing was starting to get on my nerves. Do you, like, need a moment?"

Both men jump apart to see Pidge watching them with an inquiring eyebrow.

Lance stammers while Keith shoves his reddening face into a pillow.

"N-No! You're good! We-We're just gonna-"

Lance can't even finish his sentence before grabbing Keith's hand and dragging him out of the room.

The head up to the observatory, which is a large glass dome which offers a wide view of the milky way above them.

Keith falls asleep being hugged around the waist by Lance.

Apparently being his boyfriend means that Keith is bound to snuggles.

Warm arms around him at all times and plenty of kisses.

Keith can live with that.

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