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jemaherin · 1 year

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Based on this

#lucky bastard #fanart #art #digital art #klance #drawing #keith kogane #lance mcclain #voltron lance #voltron keith #voltron #vld keith #vld lance #my art #jemaherin art #vampire keith

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nikogane · 1 month

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if you take drawing requests for ideas may i suggest vampire keith 😼😼

as you wish

#PLAY VAMPIRE MONEY BY MCR RN 🗣️🗣️#keith kogane #klance #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #my art #nico ask #keith fanart #vampire keith

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bre-artwork · 2 years

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⚠️IMPLIED NSFW

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVE LONE WOLF

(LOL get it??)🐺🦇

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litrallymad · 6 months

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Vampire!Klance

i forgot to add my tumblr handle to the watermarks oh well

#klance #klance fanart #keith kogane #lance mcclain #keith voltron #lance voltron #vampires #vld #voltron #the top username is for twitter #the bottom one is instagram #Tumblr is litrallymad ahaha #litrallymad

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autisticlancemcclain · 7 months

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Cool fingers press lightly into his skin, yanking him from sleep. A hand shakes his shoulder. He clings stubbornly to the last dredges of unconsciousness, desperately trying to ignore the disturbance.

“Keith. Keith. Keith, baby. Get up.”

Unfortunately, this disturbance cannot be ignored.

G-d, Keith fucking hates Halloween.

“What, Lance,” he groans, flailing around blindly for a pillow and smacking it over his head. Lance waits a second, allowing naive hope to bloom in Keith’s unmoving chest, before wrenching the pillow away. Keith opens his eyes just to glare at him. “It’s one in the afternoon!”

Lance’s smile is bright and beautiful. It’s too early for that kind of shit. Keith can’t tear his eyes away.

“I changed my mind about tonight.”

Keith blinks. “…Really?”

That’s…unusual. Lance loves Halloween. Keith has been grumbling about it for decades, but his husband has never swayed, dragging Keith gleefully to pumpkin patches and Target and various thrift stores to prepare for a night of handing out candy to demanding children and teenagers alike. Keith carves a stupid pumpkin every single year. He flies up to the roof to overdecorate and Lance’s fathoming. He dumps overpriced and overpackaged candy into a stupid novelty bucket. He refrains from tearing the doorbell off the doorframe in flinging it into space. He caves, essentially, to every single one of Lance’s whims.

He used to make entire nations cower by baring his teeth. What has become of him, truly.

“I don’t. Actually. Detest this stupid holiday down to my bones,” Keith admits hesitantly, dragging himself so he’s sitting upright. “I mean, well. I do. It’s dumb and cheesy and stupid. But. You love it, so.” He is suddenly sick to his stomach, realizing that all his grumbling might have actually dimmed Lance’s adoration for Halloween, his love for all the silly traditions. As much as he’d rather not have Twilight wannabes and plucky princesses stomping all around his house all night, he will endure it for the way Lance bounces with excitement every ring of the doorbell. He has for over half a century. He thought Lance knew that.

But thankfully there is no heaviness Keith can find in Lance’s expression, no sadness dropping his shoulders. His brown eyes sparkle with the same flash of mischief they usually do; if anything they glow a little brighter, shine a little more golden in the late afternoon sun.

“Oh, please,” he says warmly, flicking the bridge of Keith’s nose. Keith’s affection, however masked, is noted. Keith lets out a sigh of relief. “If the entirety of the western world up and forgot Halloween had any meaning then you would be smug for the next two centuries, you scrooge.”

Keith inclines his head. This is true. “Then why don’t you want to hand out candy this year?”

Too energetic to be still any longer, Lance brushes his knuckles against Keith’s cheek and gets to his feet, spinning towards the window and resting dramatically upon the frame.

“Well,” he says, hand brandished theatrically on his hip, “you know how Pidge can change her appearance for tricks?”

Understanding dawns on Keith. He groans, loudly, falling back onto the mattress and throwing the duvet over his face.

“No, Lance.”

His husband isn’t deterred in the slightest. “Yes!”

“I refuse. Pidge will refuse!”

“Think of Hana! You know Shiro has her dressed as a fat baby pumpkin. You know it, Keith. Think of how cute that will be.”

That will be cute. This is true. But, as Lance so often likes to point out, they live in the age of technology. Keith is sure he will get a slew of pictures of his niece in a pumpkin costume in the next few hours.

“I’m going back to sleep. Good night.”

“Sun’s high in the sky, Count von Count.” Lance yanks the blanket from Keith grip. His smile is wide and victorious when Keith looks at him, because he knows damn well the only reason he could pull back that blanket was because Keith let him.

He knows he’s won. Keith hisses at him.

“Come on,” Lance coaxes, leaning down to kiss Keith gently. “Don’t think of it as us trick or treating. Think of it as…stealing candy from babies! We’re taking the opportunity from some kid, no? Making less to go around?”

“That’s a horrible way to put it,” Keith grumps, even though it isn’t and it’s actually really funny and Keith is furious at himself for the laugh he chokes down. “This is so stupid. We can buy our own candy, Lance.”

“But trick or treat candy has —”

“Do not say there’s magic in it.”

“—magic in it,” Lance finishes, snickering. “And lots of it.”

He shrieks as Keith lunges forward, jabbing him in the ribs until he’s breathless with laughter and protest and pinning his wrists to the mattress. He struggles against Keith’s hold, uselessly, because Keith’s grip is stronger than iron shackles and he’s too weak from giggles to put up a fight. Keith rolls his eyes at his own smile at the sound.

“That is such a dumbass reason,” he says, exasperated.

“It’s real, though,” Lance insists. “The act of freely giving a possession —”

“—imbues it with the power of good will, yeah, yeah, I know.” He leans down and bites the tongue Lance has stuck out on him, smiling slightly at how quickly the witch relents, how quickly he melts into him. Affection bleeds from him in full, Keith finds. Sometimes so potently it changes the weight of the air.

“We can gather everyone up and look like a whole crew,” Lance mumbles against his lips. “Hana in her little pumpkin. Pidge can probably pull off a ten year old without even shifting. Allura and Hunk technically haven’t aged past their teens.”

“Allura is five thousand years old,” Keith grumbles. “At least. She’s an empress. She’s too dignified for this bullshit. She houses Ra.”

“She’ll think this whole thing is funny and you know it.”

Keith sighs. “Yeah, I know.” He kisses Lance one last time before sitting up, letting his husband wiggle out of his hold and buzz around their bedroom to get ready. He draws a line through the air, pulling back the fabric of space with sparks of electric grin, and digs around the little pocket for a moment. It becomes quickly apparent as he extracts two intricately made, exaggerated costumes of a cartoon witch and vampire, that this has been the plan for a while and his husband had no doubts about Keith’s begrudging acceptance.

“I have more costumes for everyone else,” Lance says excitedly. “They’re stereotypical and gaudy and horrible. They took me hours. I can’t wait.”

“You’re a goober,” Keith says fondly. Lance beams back at him. “Let’s go get some stupid candy.”

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the halloween verse

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freckled-moss · 2 days

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If nobody got me I know Victorian Era Vampire Fem Klance got me. Can I get an amen?

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#moss draws #klance #klance as #Voltron #keith kogane #lance mcclain #fem klance #fem lance #fem Keith #klance vampire au

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sibirsk-klance · 8 months

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#vld #voltron #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance #vampire au

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jiveyuncle · 1 year

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I had a dream that Keith was about to fall to his death, but in order to save himself, as he went over the edge, he poofed into a little bat and completely shocked Lance. Lance was quite a fan of the development, much to Keith’s chagrin. *BANGS FISTS ON TABLE* VAMPIRE KEITH!!

I already have so much lore in my head for how this works and blends with canon. Help.

#klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #pidge holt #katie holt #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #vampire!keithkogane #vampire au

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dillydallycorp · 1 month

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I drew dorkiborkiis fem vampire Keith on Twitter

#voltron #voltron fanart #voltron legendary defender #klance #klance fanart #keith kogane #voltron keith #vampire #fem keith

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vee-is-a-clown · 7 months

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"Which is the vamp and which is the werewolf?"

Actually, both Keith and Lance are vampires and are trying desperately to hide the fact that they're vampires while also trying to figure out if the other is a vampire while hilarious antics ensue.

#voltron #keith voltron #vld keith #keith kogane #klance #lance voltron #vld lance #lance mcclain #vamp!au #vampire keith #vampire lance

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callmelyc · 7 months

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Klance vampy teeth (yes it's klance I thought of them the entire time I made this)

#lance vld #vld #keith kogane #klance #keith x lance #fanart #more abstract but pretend its a vampire au or something #it lowkey works as like a fic header maybe idk #i was a normal rando artist before a fanartist so i like drawing objects more than people

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alkaemyy · 7 months

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YEIIII i can finally post my piece for sanbika's fic The Devil Between Us for the #klance mini-bang go follow the amazing author on twitter (@san_bika)

link for the fic on ao3 -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/51346204/chapters/129743791

#klance #klance mini-bang #vampire au #red and blue #vld lance #vld keith #vld #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #lance mcclain #vampire keith #human lance #soulmate au #soulmates #RAH I LOVE THEMMM #FOR REALSSS #i had so much fun doing this #i love them

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k1ance-a-lot · 7 months

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Vampire Klance for the @klanceminibang ❤️💙

Colored by: @reiverart

"Love Bite" companion fic by closetgeekasaurus on Ao3:

#klance #voltron #fanart #vld fanart #keith kogane #lance mcclain #art #vampire #klance mini bang #fic rec

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bre-artwork · 2 years

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I’m back for spooky season👁👁

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corvus--rex · 8 months

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A little subtly dark klance? cw: mild gore

Bodies have been turning up in the tiny town of Garrison. For almost 3 weeks, people have been going missing only to turn up a day or 2 later, throats slashed, drained of blood, hearts gone. There's never any evidence left behind, or if there is, it's not enough for a solid lead. Smudged footprints, unknown animal tracks, at one site a few strands of fur were found, but didn't belong to any identifiable animal.

No one knew who was behind the murders, and at that point people were afraid to leave their homes after dark. No one wanted to be the next body found bloodless and mauled.

Lance sat on the the sofa swing on the front porch, enjoying the crisp autumn evening air, wine glass in one hand, his phone in the other, scrolling through the police report from the latest victim. As usual, no real evidence, a few footprints in the soft, muddy ground, but nothing to identify whoever left them, tracks from an unknown animal, and the body of a local retired farmer and wannabe politician, universally loathed in Garrison. Town gossip was mostly wondering if anyone would bother claiming what was left of the body. Lance was in the "absolutely fucking no one" camp. The killings were brutal, but still no one was sorry to see him gone.

There was one detail in the report that caught his attention, but had been dismissed by police. As usual, the victim's throat was slashed, body drained of blood, and heart torn from the ripped open rib cage. But by the shredded edges of the deep cut, a puncture wound was found in the neck, but had been assumed to be a missed attempt by whatever weapon had been used.

Lance kept scrolling, barely looking away as he raised his glass, savoring deep red sweetness. he nearly knocked the glass to the floor in setting it down on the side table at the familiar sound of boots clomping up the steps heralding his husband's return from his shop, the only auto mechanic in town.

Keith saw the discarded phone on the seat beside Lance, and the open police report on the screen.

"Anything interesting?" he asked.

"Still nothing," Lance answered. He hooked his fingers into Keith's belt loops, dragging him in. "They have no idea who could be behind this."

His tone was light, but there was a dangerous spark in his eyes, lips curling into a devilish grin that showed sharpened canines. Keith straddled his waist, sclerae turning gold, thick, sharp claws digging into the back of the sofa.

"I guess we'll just never know."

He dipped down, capturing Lance in a kiss, moaning at the taste of salt and iron on his husband's lips. Lance's hands slipped under Keith's tank top and flannel and ran his fingers through the thick, soft black fur sprouting from his back. He pulled away, deep blue meeting violet and gold.

"I suppose it'll just have to stay a mystery."

Keith snickered, the sound less than human, and leaned in again, settling himself deeper in Lance's lap, neither of them interested in heading out that night.

#my writing #keith kogane #lance mcclain #keith x lance #klance #vld keith #vld lance #vampire lance #werewolf keith #cw: gore #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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The doorbell rings, for the billionth time that night, and Keith groans.

“Please,” he begs, “please can we pretend we’re not home.”

His husband gleefully ignores him, disappearing with a faint ‘pop’ sound. If Keith let his ears hear as far as they would like, he’d hear another faint pop as Lance reappeared in front of their door, candy bowl in hand, and the subsequent delighted gasps of various costumed children. He’s hear the young voices yell ‘trick or treat!’ in unison, and mourn the time when he very well could give them a trick instead, as Lance fawns over their little costumes, shovels a truly ridiculous amount of candy into their little pails, and then poofs back into the living room.

But he does not listen in, because he is — as Lance says — the Scrooge of Halloween, and refuses to find any joy in the stupid holiday.

“You are going to get yourself caught,” he mumbles into Lance’s hair, once the witch has resettled on the couch.

“Am not, batboy,” Lance responds breezily, leaning into Keith’s hold. “And so what if I get caught? What’re they going to do? Burn me at the stake again?”

“You jest, but that was a horrible thing to witness. I can’t believe how stupidly happy those asshole pastors and judges were.”

Lance hums, turning his head to press a quick kiss to Keith’s cheek. “That was 400 years ago, my love. Let’s let the past stay in the past, hm? Plus, it didn’t even hurt, and you bled those motherfuckers dry, anyway.”

“And they were delicious,” Keith growls.

“Mm, somehow I doubt that. Didn’t the abundance of lead in every living surface in the 1600s make blood taste bitter?”

“…Okay, yes, but the satisfaction was very sweet.”

He feels Lance’s smile where its pressed into his collarbone. “Of course, cielo.”

They have a single moment of peace, then Keith’s ears twitch, and he growls.

Lance grins wider. “Hear some footsteps?”

“Your insistence on indulging this stupid tradition is making me want to break my no-eating-children rule.”

Lance laughs as he gets up — again — and puts on his truly gigantic witch’s hat, which is objectively kind of funny, but Lance has been making that joke since the 70s so Keith refuses to laugh. “Haven’t you heard Hansel and Gretel’s story, my love? Eating children is my job.” His eyes twinkle with mirth (literally. He lets a flash of green envelop his irises when he’s amused. Every time). “Don’t you know I’m fattening them up for a reason?”

He pops away again as the doorbell rings. Keith rolls his eyes fondly, unmuting the TV — a human invention he’s admittedly quite fond of — and watching absentmindedly some silly, animated character tries to outwit a bedlam.

Keith scoffs. As if a human could outsmart a bedlam. Those bitches could outsmart G-d. (Keith knows. He’s talked to the guy. Not very bright, that one, despite knowing all information ever to be known.)

“Oh, those ones were so cute!” Lance coos, popping back onto the couch. Keith rolls his eyes again.

Children-eater, his ass.

“The youngest one could barely walk on her little legs. She had the most adorable little fairy costume —”

Keith perks up. “Really? A faerie costume? With the empty eyes and sharp teeth and everything?”

“No, you dork. One of the fake fairies. The human-made ones.”

“Oh.” Keith pouts. Of course humans can’t even get a simply faerie right — as if the fae have tiny iridescent wings and slave their lives away keeping human lives in balance.

(Tinkerbell was a blight to human society. Pidge was so offended when she saw it that she snapped the disc used it to stab the last person she saw litter in her forest.

It was hilarious.)

“I hate humans,” Keith grumps. “They tolerable before, but now they’re infuriating. Damn the printing press.”

Lance bursts out laughing. “I promise you that humans were annoying long before literacy was widespread.”

“Yeah, but at least then I didn’t have to hear about it.”

“No? You never once donned your velvet cape and lace blouse and went looking for human gossip? I seem to recall you taking me to a masquerade ball or seventy in the gothic era, and you were quite happy to do so.”

…Fuck. Lance knows him too well.

“That was different,” Keith insists, lying like a liar. “Gothic era gossip was hilarious. They were terrified of me. I can’t count how many humans would whisper warnings to me about ‘dangerous blood-suckers living in the castle in the mountains’ only to faint when they saw my fangs. Now that —” Keith sighs wistfully — “that was an era.”

Lance places a gentle, mocking hand on his shoulder. “There, there, batboy. Humans still tremble at the thought of you and all the other Edward Cullens of the world.”

Keith glares at his husband, but there’s no heat behind it and the man knows it, judging by his smug, sunny smile. “You are a menace,” he says, leaning over and nipping his ear, just sharp enough to draw blood. “How dare you bring up that… disgrace to the vampire name.”

“The bane of your existence?” Lance clarifies, giggling. “The main reason you have so much beef with the 21st century?”

“I’m completely justified!” Keith cries, digging his fingers into Lance’s ribs. “Now humans write horny fanfiction about my kind instead of wallowing in terror! It’s horrible!”

“I mean, I get why they’re so lusty,” Lance says, wiggling his eyebrows. “There’s a certain something about those teeth, let me tell you.”

If Keith could blush, he would, but luckily for him he left that behind several hundred years ago.

(A thousand years ago?

Whatever. He’s been alive a long-ass time. Years start to blur.)

He grabs Lance by the ankle, pulling him closer and leaning down to press sharp kisses up his calf.

“Trying to ask for something?” he asks, voice muffled into Lance’s warm skin.

“Definitely trying to get somewhere,” Lance says, voice breathy and affected. “You should —”

Ding-dong!

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Keith yells, and Lance bursts out laughing, hands pressed to his reddened face.

“Okay, okay,” he relents. “I think we’re done with trick or treating for tonight.”

He snaps his fingers, and a bowl painted like a jack-o-latern filled with candy appears hovering in front of him. He pulls it gently towards him, whispers something in Latin, and tosses the bowl in the air. It hovers directly above them, bright green smoke billowing around it in opaque clouds, before the smoke clears, leaving the bowl looking unchanged. Lance snaps his fingers again and the bowl pops out of existence again.

“There,” Lance says with no small amount of satisfaction. “Now they can get their own candy, and they won’t be able to take more than two, so it should last.”

Keith sighs, pretending to be indifferent, but really he’s just all fond and squishy. He hates halloween, sure — but he loves his husband, and his husband loves halloween, so he’ll put up with the holiday with as minimal complaining as possible.

Keith grins, devilish and sly. Besides, he thinks, the annoying part of halloween is over, now. Now comes the good part: Lance is always more…energetic, when there’s dark magic in the air.

And all hallow’s eve has plenty of dark magic hanging over every street corner.

“Now that there are no more interruptions,” he says, manhandling Lance until he’s straddling Keith’s hips, arms around his shoulders, their faces inches apart. “I think we were getting somewhere.”

Lance smirks, closing the distance.

“Yes, I think we were.”

#HAPPY HALLOWEEN MY LOVES #take ur spooky voltron special!!!#this is silly and fluffy but the Lore i came up with for this universe…#vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mcclain #klance #established klance #klance fluff #banter #witch lance #vampire keith #domestic fluff #my writing #fic fragment

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