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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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Lance never shuts the fuck up.

Keith can’t get enough of it.

It’s been like that for as long as Keith can remember. Lance was the motormouth in, like, 6 of his classes; always had his hand up with a question or answer, and comments in between. Keith had been annoyed with it, that first year.

But then he’d shared classes with Lance again.

And again.

By then, they’d had their fair share of group projects together. Keith came to know that for all he was a rambling mess, Lance was really fucking smart, and funny besides. He was also endlessly kind and supportive, at least when he wasn’t egging on their rivalry that he’d invented (and that Keith hadn’t known they’d had — not that he wasn’t an active participant, once he knew. Riling Lance up was the most fun he’d had in ages).

Keith doesn’t remember exactly when he’d started smiling whenever Lance looked at him, feeling proud whenever Lance got a question right in class. Doesn’t remember when the mild annoyance turned to genuine appreciation. He does remember looking down at his notes one day, in Algebra II, only to discover a blank page, and realising that he’d spent the whole class just watching Lance talk. (He also remembers feeling pleased instead of the disappointment he should have felt, because he figured he’d have an excuse to hear Lance talk more if he asked him to help Keith catch up. He knew he was in quite the mess, then.)

Keith knew he had a crush on Lance, after that. And Keith was never one to sit idly — he’d asked Lance on a date right then and there. Lance had, for the first time in Keith’s working memory, gone speechless. (And quite the pretty shade of red.)

The speechlessness didn’t last long, that’s for damn certain. Keith took Lance to the Applebee’s at the plaza near his house that very night, because Shiro worked there and would give him a discount. Also, Lance had once mentioned he liked the lemonade there.

Keith met Lance there because neither of them had their full license yet. He doesn’t remember what exact table they sat at, only that they must have been near a window, because Keith remembers swooning over the sunlight warming Lance’s beautiful brown eyes no less than six times. They’d ordered, Keith some sort of fried dish and Lance — Lance had ordered a four-cheese fettuccine with a garden salad and, of course, a lemonade. Keith remembers so specifically because Lance spent the next thirty minutes excitedly telling him every piece of history surrounding the dish, down to the prehistoric origins of wheat-made pasta and the disturbing account of the first pink lemonade. He’d looked sheepish after looking at his watch and realising how long he’d been talking, and Keith hadn’t known how to assure him that Lance could narrate every detail of paint drying in a wall and Keith would swallow up every word.

(Later that night, Shiro sent him a picture he took while the both of them were distracted — Lance, animatedly waving a fork in the air as he lectured, and Keith, chin in his hands, meal forgotten, looking at Lance with a face more besotted than he knew he was even capable of making.

Keith sent the photo to Lance, asking him if he’d like to go out again, confessing that he enjoyed every second of Lance’s rambling.

Lance said yes. Very quickly.)

The rest, to a degree, had been history. They’d dated for the rest of high school, staying together even as they attended university and trade school on either side of the country. It was easy, really. Lance made sure they always had something to talk about. (Lance loved university. He was enamoured with every second of it, every niche interest of his getting its fill. He switched his major fourteen separate times, chasing every one of his ambitions, and Keith loved every story he heard. He also liked becoming an expert by proxy, because that was inevitable — you could only hear about the important of spiders in the ecosystem so many dozen times before the information was reflective whenever someone brought up the subject.)

As soon as Keith got his mechanic’s certificate — and he passed his exam in the highest percentile, meaning he could practice anywhere in the country, much to his pleasure and Lance’s overwhelming pride — he took off to California, his one and only thought being that he had to get to Lance. (Not that it had been impulsive — this was planned, something they’d been waiting for. Did Keith run over as soon as he could? Yeah, kinda. So maybe it was a little impulsive. But mostly it was planned.)

Not to sound like a Disney princess, but Keith really felt like their life began once they moved in together. Keith was able to find a job at a pretty decent garage, bring in money for them immediately. Lance had his library job until he graduated, and of course then he was snatched up by the nearest ecological restoration effort — he got to spend his days crawling through the forest, fawning over every tiny bug and critter. He is so fucking cute. Keith loves him more than anything in the world.

Lance’s constant lectures never stopped, either — any interest he picked up, he told Keith about it. From his knitting club to the new beetle species he’d found at work, Keith got the pleasure of hearing about it. And it truly was a pleasure. Keith had his fair share of time being a motormouth, too — he’d bought a project bike as soon as they’d saved enough, and spent a fair chunk of free time building it back up. (Lance helped, or at least as much as he could. Mostly he sat in their garage, handing Keith tools, and talking about anything he could think of. If Keith could go back and tell his ten year old self what his future would look like… God. Sometimes he can’t even believe how lucky he got.)

Keith has it made. He comes home from work every day to Lance’s beaming smile and gentle teasing about the grease on his clothes. He’s got everything he’s ever wanted. He’s happy. So fucking happy.

Except that things have been a little different, recently. For the past few weeks, he’s been coming home to his usual smile and kiss, but the idle chattering or excited rambles — Keith feels as if they’ve become a rarity. Their home used to be filled with the sound of Lance’s voice, silent only when he’s reading or focused intently on something, eyes narrowed and tongue peeking out of his mouth.

Lance still looks happy. He still curls up with Keith on the couch after dinner, socked feet in Keith’s lap and three million blankets over his shoulders. He still sends Keith a myriad of heart emojis on his lunch break. Their sex life has not suffered.

But the lectures. The constant infodumps of whatever passing thing has grabbed Lance’s attention. They’re gone. And Keith’s devastated about it.

He misses Lance’s voice.

———

Shiro is not getting it.

“It doesn’t sound like a big deal,” he says, voice staticky because signal at the shop is ass. “I mean, maybe you two are just growing up and settling down. How long have you guys been together, now? Seven years? Eight?”

“Almost ten,” Keith says quietly.

Ten years of the same thing. This change is new. It’s strange, and Shiro isn’t getting it at all.

“Exactly! Ten years! You guys were so young when you started dating, kiddo. Hell, Lance was still wearing braces, wasn’t he? I’m not shocked that he’s mellowed out a little.” He chuckles to himself. “Hell, maybe he’s finally just learnt every bit of knowledge he finally can.”

Keith frowns. “I dunno, Shiro. Sometimes I feel like he wants to say something, but he’s holding himself back. Why would he ever hold himself back from me? I don’t — I don’t want him to hold back from me. I like it when he talks.”

“Tell him that, then. The only way you’re going to get answers is if you ask him, you dork.”

“Some brother you are,” Keith mutters, pouting. “You’re supposed to solve things for me.”

“Hm. Pretty sure you’re a grown-ass man who’s capable of solving his own problems, bud.”

“Ugh. You’re horrible. I’m changing the Netflix password to kick you off.”

Shiro laughs. “Sure! No more Costco membership for you. Password sharing goes both ways, you little snot. Now hang up and call your man. I have to leave for work soon.”

Despite his ongoing frustration, Keith can’t help a smile at the familiar banter. “Yeah, yeah. Enjoy your upcoming fourteen hour shift of hell.”

“Go fuck yourself! Love you!”

“Love you too. Bye.”

It shouldn’t really surprise him that Shiro’s no help. As much as he pesters his brother as often as possible and generally finds joy in making himself into a nuisance, they haven’t seen each other face-to-face since Christmas. They’ve lived in different states for years.

But, still. There’s some part of Keith that will always think of his big brother first when he has a problem. And that part of him had the right ideas, because Shiro is unfortunately right — he really does just need to talk to Lance. There’s not much else he can do.

He spends the rest of his shift wondering how he’s going to bring it up. He has his own motormouth moments, sure, but realistically? Keith doesn’t talk all the much. He’s more of an action person. How the hell is he supposed to breach the subject? ‘Hey, Lance. I’ve noticed that you are talking less. This change has consumed my every thought. I miss the sound of your voice. How come you don’t talk to me about your life anymore?’

Yeah, no. It sounds ridiculous even in his own head. He’ll have to — plan it out, maybe. He’s not sure. He’s never had to worry about making Lance talk more before.

He’s so distracted that he nearly burns off his eyeballs, forgetting to put on his welding mask before trying to make a part he couldn’t source for an older car. His boss sends him home early, worried he might accidentally leave a blowtorch by an air compressor or something and send the whole place up in smoke. Keith tries to take it as a blessing — maybe he’ll ride around on his bike for a while and clear his head. A way to bring it up might come to him naturally.

It doesn’t. He spends the whole ride just stressing himself out. He does drive by a flower stand, and turns around to pick up some poppies and peonies — Lance’s favourite. It won’t breach the subject, or anything, but it’ll make Lance smile. Hell, maybe he’ll start talking to Keith about all the different pollinators that made this bouquet possible. That would be a dream come true.

He hasn’t come up with any new ideas by the time he makes his way home, but he’s less stressed. He sets the flowers on the counter and takes a quick shower. Maybe he’ll start some dinner? Surprise Lance, for a change. Yeah. That won’t solve the problem, but it’ll be nice anyway.

He starts making four-cheese fettuccine and pink lemonade, because he is a sappy loser.

By the time he hears Lance’s key in the lock, he’s got the table set and the food is done. He keeps it heated on the stove, ducking into the bathroom to check his reflection as Lance steps into the apartment.

No grease smudges on his face. His hair is braided, the way that always makes Lance all blushy. He’s wearing the v-neck, too-tight black sweater that Lance likes, too. He’s got this. He doesn’t have a solid plan, or anything, but he thinks maybe if he turns up the romance then Lance will just spill whatever’s wrong. That works in the movies.

“Keith, baby? You home?”

“You have leaves in your hair,” Keith says, stepping out to meet Lance by the door. Lance smiles immediately, laughing to himself as he cards his fingers through his hair in an attempt to find them. Keith takes pity on him after a few seconds of fruitless searching, reaching forward and running gentle hands through the curly mess of his boyfriend’s hair, half to get out the leaves and half just to touch.

“Yeah — climbed a tree to check out a new weaver ant colony. Watched ‘em for hours — pretty boring, I’m sure you don’t want to hear it.”

I want to hear about it, Keith thinks mournfully. Please, please tell me about it.

“I made pasta,” Keith says quietly, when it’s clear that no more details are forthcoming. “And, uh, got you some flowers.” He tugs Lance gently towards the kitchen, placing the flowers in his hands.

“Oh, Keith, they’re gorgeous! Man, I love peonies. They looks like pink cabbages, it’s the best. And poppies —”

Yes, Keith thinks. Tell me about how California poppies were traditionally used as stress-relief medicine, but not like opioid red poppies. Tell me —

“I should put these in a vase,” Lance says instead of any of that. Keith feels like he could cry, honestly. Lance leans up and presses a kiss to his cheek, patting him on the chest. “You want to set the table while I do that? Or do you want to eat on the couch and watch a movie?”

“Table sounds good,” Keith says, because if they watch a movie then there’s no chance of Keith finding out what’s wrong.

“Okay! I’m going to get changed, too, I’ll meet you in ten.” Lance kisses him again and then rushes off. Keith waits until he’s disappeared into their bedroom to cover his face in his hands and scream silently.

Fuck! He just wants his Lance back. So badly. He wants to be woken up at strange hours of the night to hear about how trees communicate. He wants to get spam-texted as he’s trying to work, phone practically buzzing out of his pocket. He wants to hear about marketing strategies when they’re grocery shopping. He wants Lance to get distracted mid-sex by reading the back of the condom box, and then remarking with vague interest that they use the same dye in some cereals.

At the very least, he wants to know why Lance is acting so strange.

“So,” Lance says, once they’ve both settled down at the table and started to eat. “How come you’re home early?”

“Boss sent me home, I was distracted. I’m not mad, honestly. It’s been a while since I’ve done something special for you, which is a travesty.”

Lance smiles. “Dork. I appreciate it, though. Very sweet of you.” He shifts in his seat, tucking his legs up under him and leaning his head on his chin to look at Keith properly. “How come you were distracted?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Thinkin’ about this hot bod all day?”

Keith huffs a laugh. “Somethin’ like that.”

“Tell me! I’m curious now. I have to know or I’ll die.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“Mhm. That’s not even the half of it, and you know it. If you don’t tell me right now I’ll just start listing the names of royals throughout European history and how freaky it is that most of them are directly related.”

Lance is teasing. His tone is light and playful; he’s obviously trying to goad Keith into playing along and groaning theatrically. A few weeks ago, Keith might have given in easily, and started ribbing him about why on Earth he has the names memorized in the first place.

But all Keith can think about is just how badly he would love to hear that.

“Promise?”

Keith’s voice comes out embarrassingly sincere. Soft and hopeful and dead-serious.

Lance’s hand stills, mid pasta-swirl.

“You…want me to? List names of inbred royals?”

Keith swallows. It’s as good of a segue as any, he supposes.

“Yeah.”

“…Why?”

“Because I — I miss your voice, I guess.”

“Keith, I talk all the time,” Lance says, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He snorts to himself. “One might even say it’s my defining quality.”

“You haven’t been. Not recently. You used to talk all the time, but now — I dunno. The house is quiet. I miss you talking about random things. I miss hearing about your day and the million creatures you met and the people you saw on the bus home and the weirdly-shaped stone you tripped over on the sidewalk. I miss you bazillion lunch-break texts. I miss your running commentary when we watch a movie, even though you miss important dialogue and have to rewind to hear it again. I dunno. I just miss you.”

Keith keeps his eyes downcast on his plate as he speaks, and keeps it there after he finishes. He’s finished his food, already, but he can’t bring himself to look at Lance’s face.

“Keith?”

There’s a strange quality to Lance’s voice, a sort of — bewildered breathlessness. Keith risks a glance, finding his boyfriend staring at him with a dropped jaw and wide brown eyes.

“You really — you miss my motormouth?”

Keith shrugs. “I fell in love with your motormouth. Of course I miss it.”

That makes Lance’s cheeks heat, and he glances down at his plate like they’re teenagers again and Keith told him he was cute for the first time.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Keith’s not sure what else to say. He doesn’t know how to express that there’s nothing that Lance does that he dislikes, not truly. Sure, it’s annoying when Lance leaves a million half-full cups of water around the apartment, and Keith is regularly tripping over the shoes that he never puts away for some reason, but there’s nothing — every part of him is precious to Keith. Everything he does and everything he is, Keith knows he can’t live without.

“I know you love me,” Lance whispers. He looks pointedly away from Keith, pushing a couple wayward noodles around on his plate. “I’ve never — I’ve never needed to doubt that.”

Keith swallows. “Good.”

“I — yeah. You show me all the time. And, I mean, look at today! You brought me flowers home just because. You do things like that for me regularly; I never forget that you care about me. But —”

One word. Three measly letters. But it’s enough to feel like a stone is dropping on Keith’s chest.

“— sometimes I feel like I’m too much? Like, I’m kind of intense. I know that. And I can’t always tell when I’m being weird or annoying. And you’d never — you’d never string me along, I know that. If you stopped loving me you’d tell me.”

“I would never stop loving you.” Keith can’t say the words fast enough. He wants to print them out and — tattoo them on his forehead. Melt them into gold and press them into Lance’s hands. Smash them to dust and sprinkle them in the air. Whatever — whatever it takes to prove to Lance that they’re true.

Lance bites his lip. His eyes are wet. “I — I don’t want us to —”

Keith doesn’t wait for the tears to fall. He stands and hurries the two feet over to Lance’s chair, carefully pulling him up and wrapping tight arms around his waist. Lance falls into him willingly, resting his forehead on Keith’s shoulder and leaning into him.

“Three of my coworkers think I’m annoying,” he whispers, long after the food’s gone cold and the light from the window has begun to dim. After Keith’s arms have gone a little numb and a wet spot has grown where Lance’s face is pressed into his shirt. “I just thought — I thought we were friends, but I heard them talking about how exhausting I am to be around. I don’t want — I don’t want you to get tired of me, too.”

Keith closes his eyes as he exhales in a shudder, firmly reminding himself that unfortunately, being a two-faced asshole is not illegal, and Keith has no defense for hunting those shitheads down and murdering them a little.

“They are not worth the ground you walk on,” Keith whispers, pressing a firm kiss to Lance’s hair. “You have more value in your toenail clippings than they do in their entire bodies.”

Lance giggles wetly. “Gross.”

”I mean it,” Keith says, smiling. “I love you, Lance. All of you. I never get tired of listening to you talk. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

———

It takes a while. Those asshole coworkers did a number on Lance’s self-esteem, because they’re horrible, and they deserve every horrible thing that happens to them. Honestly, Keith kind of hopes their cars break down and they have to spend ridiculous amounts of money getting them fixed by idiots, because Keith has quietly blacklisted them to every good mechanic in town. (Not that Lance knows. Lance is too nice to ask for something like that. Keith, however, is a bitch, and has no problem doing shady things to appease his own sense of justice.)

Eventually, though, the apartment stops being so silent. It starts with a shark documentary that takes them three hours to watch because Lance keeps pausing it to point out specific behaviours to Keith. And then they get kicked out of a casino they go to for shits and giggles, because Lance can’t contain himself and points out how the house is strategically winning all the card games they’re calling ‘luck-based’. And then grocery store trips start taking too long again, and Lance gets distracted mid-shower comparing the ingredients of shampoo and conditioner, and then they start a small fire in the apartment because he was explaining how broccoli evolved from mustard seed and burnt a whole pan of stir-fry to a crisp.

One day, seemingly out of the blue, Shiro sends him a picture of him and Lance, fifteen years old, at the shitty town Applebee’s.

I was looking at old pictures, the text reads. And you were right. It is strange that Lance was so quiet. I can’t imagine how that would feel. I’m glad you two worked things out.

Keith looks over at Lance, who’s singing a the periodic table song to himself as he washes the dishes for Keith to dry, and smiles.

He’s glad they worked it out, too.

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vee-is-a-clown · 1 year

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Lance glanced down at the small drawing of swords on Keith's notes (Lance couldn't be bothered to write anything down and he doesn't remember shit so he's stealing his boyfriend's notes even though he could barely read his handwriting). Well, not really the drawing. His eyes skipped to the lazily scribbled, "K.K." in the bottom right corner.

"Your initials are KK?"

"What?"

"You signed your doodle with K.K."

"And you didn't realize those were my initials in the entire time that you've known me? If I remember correctly, Iverson called me by my last name in Garrison."

"Mmm.. Shut up, K.K. Slider. I didn't connect the dots until now."

Lance leaned back to lay on his back, his head on Keith's pillow and kicked Keith in the thigh. It wasn't really a kick. From his position, he couldn't really do anything more than a slight jab with his foot. Keith let out a stifled chuckle at the attempt.

Lance turned on his side to put the meeting notes on Keith's bedside table then turned back to Keith with a faux scowl.

"You're not allowed to laugh. You're Keith Kogane."

"Mhm, ok, Pumpkin."

Lance crossed his arms and "kicked" Keith in the leg again. Keith didn't laugh this time, though he did send Lance an amused look.

"What're you doing?"

"Just stop opening your mouth."

"Aw, is there something wrong with the way I talk, Bubblegum dear?"

His Texan accent was bleeding into his speech, making everything about this situation about 10 times worse. Lance could definitely feel his face get hotter.

"Yes. Shut your pie hole."

Keith turned his body to face Lance and leaned toward him, putting his hand next to Lance's leg to stabilize himself.

"Whatever happened to please?"

"Whatever happened to you acting- normal?"

Lance attempted to motion with his arms to no avail. Keith tilted his head like a confused dog.

"Normal?"

"Poor choice of words."

"Do you want a thesaurus?"

"No, I hate you."

"You're currently laying on my bed."

"Shush!"

"I'll shush when I want to, Ranger."

Keith shifted to lay on his side next to Lance. He propped his head in his palm, looking down at Lance.

"It is getting pretty late though.."

"What are you trying to imply, Mullet?"

"Nothing, just we should probably go to sleep. It's a shame that the lights are on."

"I see what you're doing. You're trying to get me to get out of the comfy bed and turn off the lights for you. Well good sir, I say-"

"Not it!"

Lance gasped.

"You sneaky snook!"

"Go turn the lights off."

"How dare you!"

"The less time it takes for you to turn the lights off, the more beauty sleep you can get."

"Urghhh! Fine! But you owe me."

"Just go turn off the lights, you dork."

Lance got up and sprinted to the light switch, flipping it and running back in the dark. He hopped onto the bed and laid back into his previous spot.

"What's my time, coach?"

"I dunno but you were very speedy."

"It's absolute bullshit that I have to turn the lights off when Galras can see in the dark. You can see on the way back to the bed."

"Who lent you their meeting notes because you don't want to admit to Allura that you can't remember anything she said? That's right, me. Ungrateful."

"Who can't write legibly and spent the majority of the meeting drawing in the corners of the paper? That's right, you. Humble yourself."

"Ungrateful."

Keith sighed and plopped his head on the pillow. It really was late.

"We really should get to sleep."

"Whatever you say, Texas Red."

"Good night, Bluebell."

"Sweet dreams, Keith."

While Lance can fall asleep in seconds (a real skill) it still takes Keith a little bit longer. He allowed himself to relax, letting the tiredness consume him. But before he let himself fall asleep, he put his hand on Lance's cheek and thought about how lucky he was to be the one who snagged this dumbass.

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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 2 years

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Lance earning Krolia's approval for Keith?? Mayhaps?? 👀

i RAN to write this

Thank you sm

I kinda went on my own side tangent I hope you like it :0

Also I wrote this as established klance

Trigger Warnings: Injuries, mention of blood

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Lance's eyes widen at the galran standing in front of them. Standing next to Keith.

"Everyone, this is Krolia. She's my mom." Keith shifted a bit under everyone's gaze and Lance felt his mouth go dry. Everyone began introductions, Shiro shaking her hand firmly. She seemed excited to meet him; no doubt Keith had told her all about him. The mentoring he did, how he took Keith under his wing, how he was basically his brother now.

Lance found himself shifting his weight between his feet, waiting for her to finally get to him. His hands felt sweaty under his gloves and he kept swallowing around the dryness in his throat.

Saying that Lance was scared to meet Krolia was an understatement; he was petrified. Due to how their life was playing out he didn't think meeting his boyfriend's mom was something he had to worry about. He didn't even have time to prepare himself.

She turned to face him finally, her expression a bit unreadable. "Mom, this is Lance. My boyfriend."

Lance extended his hand, "nice to meet you," he knew he sounded frazzled. He could feel everyone's eyes on him, but he pushed them all aside.

Why couldn't this have happened in private? Where his biggest worry was if his shirt was buttoned right and his hair looked nice. In a different reality, they would be on Earth, meeting at a slightly out-of-budget restaurant. Lance would sit next to Keith, holding his hand under the table while Krolia asked him questions about his hobbies and future goals.

But this wasn't that reality and he was meeting her in his paladin gear, his hair greasy with sweat, clingy to his forehead, and sticking up in multiple directions. He knew there was some dirt on his face, they just got back from a tough mission.

She grabbed his hand with more force than he anticipated. It wasn't enough to hurt him but enough to show that she could hurt him if she wanted.

"Nice to meet you, Lance. It's good to have a face to the name." She dropped his hand, crossing her arms, her eyes scanning him up and down. "Keith has told me a lot about you."

"Awe Keith, were you gushing about me?" Lance elbowed Keith from where he stood next to him.

Keith didn't respond, just slipped his hand into Lance's.

Krolia watched the engagement between the two and gave what appeared to be a stiff smile. "Well, I look forward to meeting you a bit better," she looked at everyone else. "All of you."

Getting to know Krolia was more intimidating than Lance expected. He had met some of his ex's parents before but those were quick moments. Picking a girl up before prom, getting a ride from a boy's dad, simple meetings. And never while he was dating someone he actually saw a future with. Someone who he laid awake at night thinking about proposing to.

He had moments where it was just the two of them. She was enjoying a cup of what Lance dubbed "Space Tea" and Lance would stumble in looking for some breakfast. Instead of taking the moment to impress her, he who do a 180 and leave as fast as he could.

He needed to impress her, he wanted to make her know that he was worthy of being with her son. But she always had that emotionless face around him. A face he couldn't decipher if she was happy with him or wanted him out of his son's life.

"I'm telling you, babe, she doesn't like me." Lance paced in front of the bed in their shared room. His fingers intertwined in his hair.

Keith watched his movement from their bed, Kosmo sitting next to him fast asleep.

"Lance, she doesn't hate you."

He paused his pacing for a moment. "I said doesn't like. You said doesn't hate. Ohmygod she doesn't like me," he borderline melted into the floor, his body rocking back and forth from where he sat.

Keith slid off the bed and walked over to him, slinking down next to him. "Come here," he opened his arms and let his boyfriend crawl into his lap. He wrapped his arms around him and Lance buried his face into his neck.

"I don't think my mom knows what to think of you. She still getting to know me and now I'm immediately introducing her to my boyfriend. I think it's just a lot for her to take in." Keith planted a kiss on Lance's shoulder.

Lance nodded, "I want her to like me."

"Hey," Keith pulled back as far as he could from where he sat against the bed. "Look at me."

Lance forced himself to sit up, meeting Keith's galaxy's eyes.

"I like you okay? You're who I want to be with. I fell in love with you. Through all your terrible jokes,"

Lance laughed.

Keith smiled, "you witty comebacks, you can come up with a plan on the fly, and there is just so much I love about you I could sit here all night as still not have enough time."

Lance wiped his eyes. "I guess so."

Keith frowned, "would I lie to you?"

"No."

"Okay. I love you and I want my mom in my life but if she doesn't want you then," he pulled Lance in for another tight hug. "I've lived this long without her."

Lance nodded, he needed to make sure she liked him no matter what.

It was a slow process, mostly because Lance couldn't bring himself to ever have a conversation with just them. Even with the group, he still didn't speak unless spoken to.

"Lance."

He froze in his tracks, turning around slowly to see Krolia standing at the end of the hallway he had just come from. "Oh, h-hey Krolia. What's up?" The sweat was back.

She walked closer to him, her body relaxed. That's a good sign, right? "I was wondering if we could have a conversation."

Lance found himself nodding a bit too quickly, "a conversation? Yeah, whatever you want. What did you want to talk about?"

She gave him another stiff smile, "let's go somewhere to sit."

That was how Lance found himself perched on one of the couches on the lounge, Krolia sitting on the other side of him. Nobody else was around, Keith was training with Shiro, Allura and Coran were discussing new alliances, and Pidge and Hunk were doing something. It was just Lance and the one woman he was scared of.

"So tell me about yourself."

"Well um, I'm the youngest of five. I like the color blue. Y’know blue pilot for the blue lion, which is good since I like the color blue."

She raised her eyebrows at him and he cleared his throat. Already nervous rambling, great start Lance, he silently cursed at himself.

"I like the ocean, which is a big body of water on Earth."

She nodded, "I'm familiar."

"Right, right, right, with living there and stuff with Keith's dad. Well, I like space, I thought I would be older before I made my way to space though."

She sat back in the couch a bit more. "When did you and Keith get together? He wasn't very upfront with details."

"Oh! Like almost two years. I had a crush on him since the Garrison but I was convinced he didn't even like me. I guess I was wrong since he was pinning for me the entire time he knew me."

"Who asked who out?"

Lance hummed in thought, "it was kind of mutual. We just decided we were dating."

"What do you like most about him?"

Lance began tapping his fingers against his upper thighs. This was starting to feel like an interrogation, which was something he was nervous about. "Where do I start? He kind, even if he shows it through bluntness. He's so smart and brave and loyal and...yeah I could go on for hours."

She nodded her head very slowly, "and you want to build a life with him?"

Lance nodded, "of course I do. He's one of the most important people to me."

"I see."

An uncomfortable silence bloomed between them. Lance wanted to break it but no words would come. She eventually disrupted the silence by herself, asking a question Lance wasn't prepared to answer.

"And you think you make him happy?"

He blinked a couple of times, "I mean I hope I do."

"I hope you do too."

Lance left that conversation with a bitter taste in his mouth, hiding under the bedsheets, waiting for a black hole to swallow him whole.

He knew he wasn't on his A game, he was making small mistakes every hour or so. He wasn’t paying attention to small details. His mind was swarming around what Krolia said. How do I know if I'm making him happy? I can't read his mind. What if he's not happy with me and he's lying to me? He scrubbed the shampoo out of his hair, turning off the shower right as the alarms started blaring. Oh, this is just great.

He was the last one into his lion, he had to dry off and get dressed but he quickly joined formation as soon as he could.

"Paladins, this looks like you need to be on the ship to take down this laser." Coran's voice crackled over their coms.

"Alright, Hunk and I will stay up here and protect you from the air, Pidge stay with your lion and sneak up on any canons you can. Keith and Lance head down there and take this weapon out. Remember this has destroyed planets with one shot. Be vigilant and be quick, watch each other's backs." Shiro commanded the team around and everyone quickly fell into their positions.

Lance covered Keith with his gun while Keith lead them through the windy hallways of the ship. Things were going smooth, they were almost to the laser, and the others were watching them from the sky. It was a perfect mission.

Until it wasn't. Someone snuck by Lance's scope, somebody who neither of them saw until his sword was dug into Keith's gut. He crumbled quickly, a shout dying on his lips.

"Keith!?" Lance aimed quickly, taking down the Galran with one shot. "Shit shit shit," he kneeled down next to his boyfriend. "Guys Keith was hurt," he pressed his hands to the open wound, ignoring how red covered his fingers.

"How bad?" Krolia's voice crackled over the coms. Concern dripped off her voice.

"Bad, but a pod can fix him. Shiro do you have our location?"

"Yes."

"Someone come get him, I can get the laser," he wanted to wipe his eyes but he couldn’t take his helmet off. He focused on applying more pressure to the wound.

"Change of plans, Pidge get to the laser, Hunk cover her! I'm getting Lance and Keith."

Lance felt himself respond to Shiro but he didn't know what he said. "You're going to be okay Keith. I promise."

Keith blinked up at him, he could tell his consciousness was fading in and out. "Lance?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm right here."

"I love you."

Lance smiled, leaning down to place his helmet against his, still applying pressure to the wound. "I love you too."

"Marry me?"

Lance found himself laughing a bit, "I think you stole my line."

Keith shook his head, as much as he could. "I think it's my line."

Lance could hear the black lion starting to dig through the metal of the ship. "After we get you in a pod and you're not bleeding all over me let's talk about it."

"Okay," he closed his eyes again, "Lance?"

"Yeah baby?"

"My mom does like you."

Lance opened his mouth to respond but the black lion broke through the final piece. "Lance! Can you carry Keith?"

"Yeah hang on." He picked up his boyfriend as smoothly as he could and ran into the open jaws of the black lion. The rest of the mission passed in a blur. Lance could only focus on getting Keith into a pod. Krolia met them in the lion's bay, taking over carrying her son to the pod.

Lance was exhausted, the adrenaline leaving him as soon as Keith's weight was no longer in his arms. He wanted to chase after him, he needed to be there but his legs buckled under him and Shiro caught him as he went down.

"Lance, I need to go help Pidge and Hunk, are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I just need a moment."

Shiro nodded, "Allura can you come get Lance in the bay? I think he exserted all his energy."

"Of course!"

"Okay Lance, we'll be back soon." Shiro reentered his lion, taking off as quickly as he landed.

Allura appeared a couple of moments later. She took off Lance's helmet, helping him stand. "Keith is in a pod, he's going to be okay."

"Thank god," he knew tears were falling down his face but he didn't care. He let her take him to the communal showers, spraying down his armor of the red color. The team returned soon after, the Red and Blue lions flying themselves back. The mission was a success.

He returned to his bedroom, snapping his armor off quickly. It was second nature at this point. He dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a loose fitting tee-shirt. He needed to go down and see Keith. His stomach turned a bit at the thought. If he paid a bit more attention this situation would have never happened.

He grabbed a blanket and a spare pillow and went to head down to the med bay, nearly slamming into Krolia as the door opened. She had her hand raised in a fist, clearly ready to knock.

"Oh, sorry."

Lance looked up at her, suddenly feeling the urge to cry. "I'm sorry!"

She gave him a confused look.

"I didn't protect him, he could have died over a stupid mistake I made and I'm so sorry." He was borderline hysterical at this point.

"Lance, please listen to me-"

"I'm sorry I'm not what you think he needs, I really try hard to be the best I can for him-"

"Lance-"

"And I want you to like me but after today I just feel like I don't deserve your approval-"

Krolia pulled him in for a hug, a bit crushing in all honesty. "Thank you. For saving him."

"I'm the reaso-"

"Shhhh you were there with him," she pulled back slightly. "He was right. I don't dislike you, I was worried about you liking me. You've been in his life a lot more than I have."

"Oh."

She pulled him in again, "I'm happy you're okay. I'm happy you were there to save him. Thank you for loving my son."

Lance dropped the items he was holding and wrapped his arms around her.

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I didn’t want to write her as being questionable of Lance or not approving; so she was just equally worried about impressing Lance.

I love this idea so much, I hope you liked it as well

Thank you <333333

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lolabearwrites · 2 months

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Chapters 1/4

Word count: 6.7k

Summary:

Looking back on it now, Keith realized his mistake. How foolish it had been to think it was okay to go on a Blades mission while pregnant.

If he had just spent a little more time thinking things through, then maybe he wouldn't have ended up here.

#established klance #klance #voltron #my writing #i never did one of these here #but this is the long fic ive been working on #also yeah #keith has both reproductive organs due to his galra genes

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sweetspacebaby · 9 months

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I wrote a thing!! Well, I wrote it a year ago… BUT I WROTE A THING!!!

This was my contribution to @klance-angst-zine and I’m really happy with it! I hope y’all go and read the full story on my AO3

#klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #established klance #klance angst #klance zine #zine contributor #EMT lance #firefighter keith #my wiritng

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heynhay · 10 months

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woe! klance be upon ye

#feeling mild abt all of these except the first one. i like my poses on that one. hrm yes.#klance #voltron #vld #art #my art #first one tho can be read as pre slash shameless yearning or as established relationship silliness #idk haha... someone should like...write about it or something... lolz........ no im kidding...hahahahaha.......#blinks slowly

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honeyspeeches · 3 months

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My secret santa for Lillynik in the KL Discord !! I couldn't find your tumblr tag but if you're out there, I hope you like it !! <33

#i stared at these pages for so long man....#anyway secret relationship !! one of my fav tropes i loooooove kl secret relationship or established relationship it scratches an itch in m #klance #voltron #my art

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klanceficatalogue · 7 months

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Do you have any more secret relationship fics? I'm a sucker for those :D <3

indeed <3 - k

Ain't No River Wide Enough (To Keep Me From Getting To You, Babe) by negativefouriq (2/2 | 4,032 | Mature)

Lance finishes rubbing the lotion into his legs and sets it back on the bedside table, leaning over the laptop screen to grab his hairbrush. He mutters a near-silent “Shit, sorry,” as he accidentally bumps the screen with his chest, catching the edge of his robe on the corner of the screen and loosening it. He adjusts the screen again, carefully grabbing his brush and moving back away so as not to hit it again. When he settles back onto the bed, he catches Keith’s eyes looking hastily back to his face, again. He shakes his head fondly as he untwists his towel from his hair and starts to brush through the damp curls. Poor Keith. Must be hard for him to do anything…fun, ahem, in shared barracks. Rip to him, honestly, because Lance does not have that problem. Say what you will about the castle, but at least he has his own room and a lock on his door. “You’re distracted today,” Lance comments, smirking slightly. He lets his robe slip down his shoulder, watching Keith’s eyes follow the movement. “Am not,” Keith protests. --- OR: Keith and Lance video chat. They both drive each other a little batty.

White light in your arms tonight by mustardlord (1/1 | 4,056 | Teen and Up)

Lance had been in the pod for one movement, and if the team noticed Keith spent his days next to Lance, they didn't mention it. He would stay on his side, often skipping meals and forgetting to take care of himself. He sometimes went to the training grounds when it was all too much. Keith set the training bots to a high difficulty and got his ass handed to him, but at least he didn't worry about anything other than fighting. or After a month secretly together, Lance suffers an accident and Keith doesn't know what to do with himself.

//violence //temporary character death

you're a dream to me by icedpink (1/1 | 6,107 | Teen and Up)

"Did you know you snore?" Keith asks, still laughing. The team finds out about Keith and Lance's relationship due to snoring, of all things.

#asks #anon #klance #voltron #vld #klance fic #voltron fic #vld fic #completed #one shot #secret relationship #established relationship #1to5k #teen and up

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cluelesslesbian · 11 months

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we could be the only ones here...

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callmelyc · 9 months

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#2023JuLance

Final week: birthday

Months ago Keith had promised lance he'd be home for his birthday. He was so sure in fact that his entire family, including their former team, had planned to celebrate the following day. It was unusual sure, but it would be the first birthday celebrated in the new house.

In their new house.

The one they had moved into together almost a year ago now.

Yet here lance is with his handheld sitting blankly in his hands. No matter how many times he checked it looked the same: keiths contact set to 'away' with the last message being "I might be a little late, I'm sorry Lance."

He exhaled not realizing he'd been holding a breath before putting the device out of sight and going to bed. Tomorrow morning was his birthday, the first he'd be spending in their home and he might end up spending it alone.

-*-

When lance woke this morning it was to a onslaught of messages, emails, voice messages and social notifications. The entire universe it seemed was wishing him a happy birthday, all the way down to the one space mob they'd met in a mission two years ago- but thats another story- yet one notification was still missing.

Keith's.

Lance sighed before replying to everyone else sending 'thank you's and heart emojis to those that mattered most. Then he looked back at Keith's contact....still blank. Lance frowns sending off a quick "are you alright samurai?" and starts his day.

Throughout the entire day Lance grows antsy, Keith has never failed to say good morning to him unless something serious comes up, he's never failed to respond either. And he doesn't think Keith would forget to actually wish him a happy birthday...right?

Eventually lance convinces himself he's being ridiculous, Keith is a busy man he said he'd be a bit late so...lance will just wait for him.

Yet as the hours pass his nerves are set on edge.

Krolia has no info, kolivan has no info, keiths lesbian band of technical war criminals also lack anything of substance. If he asked shiro then everyone would know he'd been spending his day alone-

He finds himself checking the messages constantly in-between pacing and silence that only his footsteps fill. With every ping that's not Keith Lance grows worried and a bit more heartbroken. Afterall Keith had promised him he'd be here, and he does try to give the benefit of the doubt, lance really does. But when it reaches midnight with no sign nor word about him, lance feels dejected to say the least.

A lot worried to say the most, it seeps into the cracks the heartbreak of broken promises left behind and lance doesn't know how to feel anymore.

In the end he'd spent his birthday all alone in their new house they're supposed to share together.

-*-

This morning he's woken by banging on his front door and the sounds of pidge trying to lockpick his locks. Despite how yesterday went he can't help but smile at his friends antics, it's nice to know someone is excited about his birthday still.

By the time he's opening the door he's tackled by flailing limbs and demands to get ready asap. "we don't have all day lance we have a lot to do so get up!" Pidge huffs though doesn't let him move an inch.

"I can't exactly do anything with a pigeon attached to me"

Through all the rush no one comments on the lack of Keith and lance tries his best to pretend he doesn't notice the hole he's left behind. During the ride to his family home he checks his notifications multiple times hoping Keith finally got a chance to reply. His own message still sits on delivered.

Everything is momentarily forgotten when they pull up to his childhood home. He's immediately swarmed by everyone he holds dear. hugs, kisses, tackles and joyful welcome it brings lance to laughter easier than he's been able these last few days.

Once ushered inside he's face to face with the house decorated more than he's ever seen, every surface is covered with food and every face that looks his way is so loving it nearly hurts.

The entire house looks like a mishmash of the observation deck and the sea. There's holograms of photos from places they've gone and Lance loved most, there's gifts lining an entire wall, there's something glittery hanging from the ceiling- Lance is speechless taking everything in.

"Do you like it?" Rachel ask rocking back on her heels "we spent MONTHS planning every tiny detail. Even shiro and Adam helped, OH and krolia-"

"I-" his voice cracks a tiny bit looking back to everyone "you guys didn't have to do this much"

"Of course we did!" Hunk says with abother hug "you deserve it-"

Shiro gives lances shoulder a comforting squeeze "you've always made sure our birthdays were a big deal we could only hope to do the same for you too lance"

When lances tears fall after that everyone thinks it's because he's overjoyed piling in for another hug, he is, but they don't realize it's also because of hurt too.

-*-

Lance spent the entire day trying not to think of Keith again, despite all the happy faces around him not a single one mentioned his absence. If it wasn't for their lack of worry he'd probably be half way across the universe to find him right about now. So instead lance sits and watches the sun start to set.

He looks at the shades of blue and red coming together reflecting in the soft glow. He looks at the way the tides brush the sand on the shoreline. He looks back to his handheld still blank of new notifications.

He looks back at Keith's messages and finds nothing has changed.

A final click and his device is fully off this time. No more checking, lance decides and he's walking back inside to gather his things.

"Leandro what are you doing?"

Lance briefly glances to his sister and smiles softly "I'm gonna head home a little early"

"Wait what-" she says almost panicked before schooling her face "why?"

He shrugs "just feeling tired, it's been a very long two weeks."

"But you can't leave yet!" She protest causing lance to turn to her brow raised.

"Is there another part of the birthday I'm missing?"

"Y-no!" She says unconvincing "but we enjoy having you here..."

"Uh-huh...sure," he laughs while getting his keys "I'll visit again tomorrow alright? I just...need some peace, ya know how things get sometimes."

Lance knew it was a bit of a low blow but he knows it works when Veronica looks at him in worry "ok, just...let us know if you need anything, ok Leo?"

Lance gives her a tight hug "always vera" then he leaves before anyone else has the opportunity to convince him otherwise.

-*-

When arriving home lance is unsurprised to find it silent. No Keith, no kosmo, just lance. He sighs letting his back slide down the closed door until he's on the floor.

Lance sets his face in his hands "im gonna kill you when you get back you dick-"

Unsure of how long he spends on the floor lance let's himself grow cold, he let's himself stay curled against the door. It's grounding, somehow comforting to his wave of emotion. He's sure he's halfway to finally breaking down when he hears the unmistakable zing of kosmo somewhere out in the backyard.

Looking up lance notices the time is back to midnight and by the time he reaches the backdoor lance decides he's furious.

Standing there, for the first time in two weeks, is Keith. Lance doesn't move to lessen the distance and he's certain whatever emotion he's wearing on his face is the only reason Keith hasn't motioned to close that distance himself.

"Hi-" Keith provides a bit awkwardly

Lance doesn't reply just continues to stare him down hoping Keith can feel the radiating disappointment he feels.

"I'm sorry..."

"Doesn't feel like it"

"That's not fair lance you know I am-"

"No-" lance snaps "what's not fair is for me to have spent all of yesterday and today worried sick about you because you wouldn't even read my messages and not a single person could tell me if anything even went wrong...." His voice cracks a bit causing keiths face to fall "I spent my birthday alone without a happy birthday from the one person I wanted it from the most."

Lance inhales trying to calm himself "this mission wasn't even a field mission, you weren't supposed to be in danger or out of range."

"I wasn't. I was safe, I was definitely in range..." Keith says as he slowly inches forward.

"Then why?" Lance practically begs because even if it was just a birthday, even if it was something so small he wanted Keith there he needed him to be.The tears trying to escape before finally start to fall "why did you leave me alone again?"

Before he can blink the tears away Keith is swooping in wiping them away with gentle hands. He's pulling lance in close to hug him tightly with a sea of im sorry's falling from his lips.

"I was planning something and it took longer than expected, I should've called you..." Keith says softly "im so sorry, I broke my promise... I never meant to hurt you lance."

They're on the ground now lance held close in Keith's arms and kosmo cuddling into lances lap. He lifts his head to look at Keith, finally look at him, and norices the exhaustion in his face too.

Lance chuckles weakly brushing his knuckles against Keith's eye bags "we're a mess of a pair aren't we ... I can't even handle a birthday alone and you look like you've been through a second war."

Keith's lips quirk up slightly "to be fair, I did heavily promise you wouldn't be alone for it, or ever, if I could help it."

"You failed that"

"I did"

"Doesn't explain the extra wrinkles-"

Keith huffs pulling back slightly to look lance in the eyes, really look "I can show you....if you want"

Lance agrees but doesn't expect Keith to fully pull back. He doesn't expect him to pull out a small box, he doesn't expect him to show lance an engagement ring.

"I originally had an entire speech planned..." He says not deterred by lances silence "but it doesn't feel quite right anymore."

Lance watches him inhale slowly drawing those purple eyes to look intensely into his own.

"Will you marry me?"

Lance blinks, let's the words soak into his skin-

"No"

Keith drops the box in shock "what?"

"I said no" lance reiterates but reaches down to pick the rings up and places them gently into Keith's hands.

"Why...?" Keith's voice cracks a little and lance almost feels bad.

"I'm still upset with you, you've broken so many promises and couldn't even say happy birthday to me-"

"Because I was busy finding the perfect ring!"

"Ah-ahaha" lance says "no interrupting! You can try again after you manage to make it up to me. Alright?"

Keith groans accepting defeat "fine! ok..."

Lance squeezes his hands with a quick kiss to Keith's forehead "now come on samurai, we both need sleep this entire thing was stressful."

That night they both go to sleep in each other's arms with I love yours falling from each other's lips.

A year later lances birthday is spent happily without a single worry or fear. He's not alone, their home is jovial, there's no missed messages from Keith and this time, when Keith proposes, he says yes.

Bonus:

"So when Veronica was trying to get me to stay-?"

"I was supposed to be waiting at the beach with the rings but I was later than originally planned..."

"I see..."

#voltron #lance vld #vld lance #lance mcclain #julance #klance #keith x lance #vld #written for twitter so sorry for any punctuation mistakes #established klance they just gotta work thru some things first

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“Hey Keith.”

Keith, who is not a twelve year old child, easily ignores Lance’s dramatic flop forward, arms hooked over the back of the couch. He glances out of the corner of his eye and finds Lance already looking at him. He grins when he notices Keith looking. Keith rolls his eyes, not even bothering to try and tamp down his own smile.

“Keith,” Lance says again.

“Mm,” Keith responds.

Lance doesn’t say anything for a moment. Keith can hear his legs kicking. He’s so fucking — he’s so fucking. Ugh. Keith is going to — bite him, or something.

Lance hums, dark eyes tracing over the other people in the room. There’s something Keith can’t name in his expression, something sharp in those deep browns that Keith recognises; the look he gets when he lines up a perfect shot, when he stands grinning in the middle of the training room pointing his broadsword at Keith in challenge, when he leans in close, breaths heavy and teeth clamped lightly on the lobe of his ear. There’s amusement, there; mischief.

“Keith,” Lance says again, face schooled into something prim and serious — but his eyes don’t change. Keith hides a smile. “You need a boyfriend.”

Across the room, Shiro chokes. Pidge’s tablet clatters to the floor. Hunk’s jaw drops. Allura’s hand claps over her mouth. Coran, a notable outlier, watches them with a knowing smile.

Keith, suddenly, gets the game.

Like any of their planned missions, Keith plays along. He schools his face into something casual and unbothered, looking to the side with a shrug.

“Well, there’s this one guy I’m into.”

Some kind of deranged groaning noise eeks its way out of Shiro’s throat. Hunk appears to be praying for Lance’s soul. Keith is, suddenly, more amused than he’s ever been in his life.

“Oh?”

The corner of Lance’s mouth twitches. Keith’s hand matches it, struck with the urge to press his thumb to his cupid’s bow.

“Mhm. He’s cute, but…very dumb.”

A strangled garb of a sentence comes from Pidge. She reaches out like she wants to pinch Lance’s mouth with secondhand mortification. The twitching of Lance’s mouth gets faster.

“No way!” he exclaims, comically surprised look on his face. “What’s his name?”

Coran snorts. Keith looks over at him, unable to hold back his smirk any longer.

“…Lance.”

Lance gasps. So does the rest of the room.

“He’s got the same name as me?” He presses his hand to his chest, a ridiculous caricature, now, mouth dropped exaggeratedly wide. “Nice!”

“For fuck’s sake!” Hunk curses. Shiro wheezes and falls to the floor. He twitches a little. Something must be going around. Coran laughs out loud.

Keith grins, wide and ridiculous and showing his teeth. Lance meets his smile, equally as unrestrained, and this isn’t how they talked about doing this but it’s a thousand times more fun and a million times funnier.

Keith looks away, making eye contact with Allura and winking. She looks at him like he has four heads.

“Yeah,” Keith agrees. “He’s real cute. Curly hair, big brown eyes. One of those pretty boys.”

Lance scoffs. “Bet he’s ditzy, then.”

“Oh, a little. I love him, though. He makes me laugh.”

Lance does some dorky little half flip move, rolling over the back of the couch and landing with his head sprawled on Keith’s lap, grinning up at him.

“Does he?”

Keith hums, reaching down to run his fingers over Lance’s cheekbones, tracing the bump of his nose. “Yep.”

“Ugh. He sounds like the worst. You have garbage taste.”

“I dunno. I really, really love him.” He leans in close. His hair flips into Lance’s face, making his nose wrinkle. Keith laughs. “He makes me happy.”

“What the fuck is going on,” Shiro croaks.

Pidge nods frantically. “We’re in a mirror realm, we gotta be, something’s not —”

“You should date me instead,” Lance says. There’s a question in his eyes; a challenge.

They say, are we ready?

And Keith responds by brushing the hair out of his face, cupping his cheeks, and kissing him.

“About time,” Coran says.

Keith smiles, and kisses him harder.

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based on this post

#SEXRET RELATIONSHIP KLANCE MY LOVE #short and sweet!!!#vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #established klance #secret relationship #brown eyed lance #team as family #my writing #fic #fic fragment #longpost

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vee-is-a-clown · 1 year

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Lance: *Lays head on Keith's shoulder*

Keith: "What are you doing?"

Pidge: "That's your husband. They're supposed to do that."

#based on a true story #I'm Lance in this scenario #voltron #keith voltron #vld keith #keith kogane #klance #vld lance #lance voltron #lance mcclain #pidge vld #established klance

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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 2 years

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hi this is my third time trying to get back into VLD and honestly i think this time my juICES ARE FL O WING

soooo, my ao3 is nightingale231

and i was wondering if you could write any kind of,,, langst with smitten pining lance and specifically thinking keith deserves better?

[or mom friend lance tbh]

Your wish is my command (also I'll gift this to you on A03 :3)

I really debated between making this established klance and in the talking stage so I did a mix of both

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Lance felt like he was on cloud nine, his lips pressed against his formal rival. It was over as quick as it happened, Keith pulling away, his face matching the color on his armor.

"Don't you ever do that again." Keith looked him up and down, seeming to check him for any injuries.

"I will if it means you'll kiss me."

Keith rolled his eyes, "I can't kiss you if you're dead because you tried to sacrifice yourself for me."

"I tried to sacrifice myself for Voltron actually. Little self-centered there Keith," Lance poked his forehead.

Keith grabbed his wrist, "I like you too much to have you die on me."

Lance felt his face burn. The kiss should have been enough reason for him to realize Keith liked him back but hearing him say it made his knees weak.

Keith kissed him again, ignoring the rest of the team finally making their way into the Blue lion hanger. Lance kissed him back eagerly, trying to ignore the voice in the back of his head telling him he wasn't worth it.

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He and Keith didn't immediately start dating, but they became joined at the hip. Their arguments died down into nothing, just slight bickering once in a while. You couldn't have one without the other. Everyone's bonds for Voltron became stronger. The team was running better than ever.

"You awake?" Keith whispered in the dark of the room.

Lance moved slightly, being mindful of the boy next to him, "yeah."

"Can't sleep?"

"You're the one to talk."

Keith chuckled in the dark, "I'm just lost in thought."

"What about?"

"How much I like this guy I know."

Lance smiled, more to himself than to the other boy. No matter how many times Keith implied his feelings towards him, he still found himself flustered. "What would you tell this mystery guy."

"That I like him a lot, and he makes me happy and I like being around him."

Lance felt the other boy's lips pressed against his cheek.

"And I was wondering if he would be interested in being my boyfriend."

Lance thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest; he wondered if Keith could hear it. His chest swam with a mix of emotions, tightening a bit as the feeling. He liked Keith, he liked him more than he could put into words. But he was just Lance. He was a nobody compared to Keith.

If they didn't end up in space together Keith wouldn't have known who he was, let alone have feelings for him. He knew he wasn't the best person for Keith.

"Did you fall asleep?" Keith's voice had a hint of disappointment to it.

"No, sorry just thinking."

"About what I asked?"

"Yeah...um." He couldn't faintly see Keith's outline in the dark.

"You don't have to say yes." Keith began to lean back to lie down.

"I didn't say no."

"So...?"

"Yes, I would love to be your boyfriend."

Keith propped himself back up, quickly finding Lance's lips. Lips kissed him back, trying to will his brain to shut up.

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They had been dating for almost two months, and Lance was absolutely smitten with Keith in every way possible. Dating Keith was better than he could have ever imagined. Keith was soft when it was just the two of them. He was completely different than when they were with the team. He let his guard down, relaxed more, he whispered sweet things in his ears. Lance couldn't believe that Keith wanted to be with him. That Keith chose him.

The unfortunate part about being with Keith, someone who Shiro (y'know the best pilot in the Garrison) mentored, someone who was at the top of his class at the Garrison, someone who was good at everything he did; Lance couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't worthy of him.

Lance knew he had a place in Voltron but lately, he had been questioning his status as the right leg of Voltron. He just didn't feel like he contributing to the team in a valuable way. In a way that no one else could.

And sometimes, even when Lance just wanted to simply spend time with his boyfriend, his brain picked apart every reason why he wasn't enough for Keith. Why Keith should find someone better.

He kept his thoughts to himself, making sure he didn't worry his boyfriend or the team. He could push through these thoughts.

"Lance? You spaced out there."

He blinked at the voice, pulling himself out of the dissociative state he found himself in. "We are in space so."

"Ha good one Lance!" Hunk replied.

Shiro gave him a slight frown, "you okay?"

Lance nodded, "yeah sorry. Just lost in thought."

"Okay. We were just discussing the mission."

Lance looked up at the hologram, "looks good to me."

"Okay. Then this is the idea we're going with. Get some rest everyone." Shiro dismissed the team and everyone dispersed.

"You want to watch a movie?" Keith stood in front of his boyfriend, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Yeah...yeah a movie sounds good. You pick though." He stood from his chair, letting his boyfriend take his hand and drag him towards his bedroom.

"You're not even paying attention." Keith poked his cheek.

"I am, I swear."

"Who's Gazel?"

"....She's the main character?"

"No one in this movie is named Gazel. Something is on your mind. You can tell me."

Lance stared at his boyfriend, for a brief movement he thought about spilling his guts to him. Telling him all his insecurities. He opened his mouth, "I love you."

Keith's face fell into a surprised expression before he smiled, "I love you too."

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Sleep began to escape from Lance. No matter how much he tried he found himself tossing and turning throughout the night. His anxiety would rip any peace he managed to hold in his grasp.

Which is how he found himself sitting on the observatory desk, a blanket wrapped around him. He watched the stars dance around in his vision, his eyes burning no matter how many times he blinked. All he wanted to do was sleep.

"Babe? What are you doing in here?"

He closed his eyes, he knew Keith would eventually stumble upon him. "Hey." He didn't even have the energy to turn and face him.

Keith softly walked over to him, sitting down next to him. "You weren't in bed."

"Couldn't sleep."

"You couldn't sleep the past couple of nights...or last couple of weeks."

Lance took a deep breath, "yeah."

"What's been on your mind?"

"Oh, stupid things. Nothing you need to worry about mullet."

"Lance...we've talked about you lying to me."

"It's not a lie."

"I don't think it's stupid."

"You don't even know what it is."

"True, but anything that bothers you is not stupid."

Lance pulled his knees closer to his chest, he knew this was a dumb argument to have with his boyfriend. "I just...I think... never mind let's just go back to bed."

"No, what were you going to say?" Keith leaned into his side slightly. "I won't be mad at whatever you have to say."

"Okay...I think you deserve better."

"What do you mean?" Keith's voice was hesitant as if he was thinking of the worst-case scenario of Lance's words.

"I think you deserve better. I don't think I'm good for you...or that I live up to what you need."

"What do you think I need?"

"Someone who can hold a candle to you. You're like...one of the best pilots in the word, you are a great swordsman, everything you do is just...good. And then I'm beside you just not contributing."

"You don't think you contribute?"

"Not really. You could have anyone in the world and you chose me? Something doesn't add up."

"I chose you because I love you."

"But if we didn't end up here," Lance gestured to the Castle, "you wouldn't know me. You wouldn't love me. I wouldn't exist to you."

Keith didn't respond for a couple of moments, his eyes scanning the stars. "You're right. I wouldn't know you. Or Hunk or Pidge. I would still be living in the shack, going crazy over the Blue lion. And I probably wouldn't be in a relationship either."

Lance didn't respond, he didn't know what to say. Keith wasn't wrong.

"I chose you Lance because I like you. You make me happy, you are someone I feel drawn to. And you're the team sharpshooter; you can come up with plans on the fly and hold the team together even if you don't realize it. Without you, we wouldn't be Voltron."

"I guess."

"Babe, look at me."

Lance turned his body to meet his boyfriend's eyes. Keith reached up and gently touched his cheek. "I love you. I love you more than I can put into words. You are everything I want and more. You amaze me every day and you will continue to amaze me. This anxiety is just anxiety. Not the truth."

"I'm worried you're going to find someone else." He closed his eyes, "someone better than me."

"Lance the only person I'm looking for is a witness for when we get married."

"I think that's for future Keith and Lance."

"And I'm excited for them to get to that point."

Lance leaned forward and connected their lips softly, this time he shushed his anxiety.

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