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cianluujpeg · 14 days
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surfer lance!!!
bonus gay yearning under the cut
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butchelves · 4 months
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I personally cannot wait to see the cultural consequences of voltron legendary defender come to fruition
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silverwarp · 10 days
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v0l-tr0n · 1 year
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The klance brainrot will never end I fear here’s a WIP for your time
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kogakio · 1 month
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who wants to attmept this with me next
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who wanna attempt huh
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WHO WANNA???
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???????
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protectingstucky · 4 months
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˗ˏˋ my favorite klance fics pt.3 ˎˊ˗
it’s all in my head
(un)spoken
bonded (in your arms)
if the silence was a song
baby, you’re a haunted house
sweetheart
love is buying you your perfect couch
it’s easier for you to let me go
Renegade Dawn
lifeline
let’s get started
I'd Tap That
flesh and blood (you deserve to be loved)
look, my darling, the distance has vanished
adrenaline
so kiss me (kiss me kiss me kiss me)
just like that
Dear Reader
Sweet Nothings (how you doin', baby? ;) )
Like Any Unloved Thing (i don't know if i'm real if i'm not being touched)
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deckoftrickcards · 2 months
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my beautiful beautiful wife 😭😭😭😭 i also like to draw her with curly hair it’s a constant state of mental warfare
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autisticlancemcclain · 10 months
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“Al-righty.” Shiro hums merrily to himself as he puts the car in park and holds the keys out to Keith. “Here we go.”
Keith stares at them. Shiro’s hand remains where it is, keys dangling from the key ring around his finger. His expectant look leaves Keith at a total loss.
“Did you drive me out here to murder me?” Keith asks eventually, finally breaking the building silence. He looks pointedly out the windshield, where all that is visible for miles and miles is the desert.
Shiro snorts. “Yep. You ate the last ramen pack one too many times. Time to meet your end.” He reaches over with his other hand and grabs one of Keith’s, gently prying his fist open and placing the keys into them. “No, I’m not here to murder you, doofus. That would be a horrible idea. I don’t have an alibi.”
Keith refuses to laugh at that. It’s not funny and also Keith has been warned about letting Shiro think he’s funny. It can only lead to more dad jokes, or worse. “These are your car keys,” he says, gingerly holding the objects in question.
“Yes,” Shiro says.
“Context clues imply that you are asking me to drive your car.”
“Mhm.”
“I am thirteen years of age.”
“Yep.”
“We met, famously, because I stole your car. This very car, in fact. And crashed it.”
“Correct.”
Keith blinks slowly at him. His amused expression does not shift. Keith’s not sure how else to spell things out for him, so he just shrugs. He’s not about to say no to getting a chance to drive. How many other thirteen year olds can say that a legal, licensed adult took them out to drive?
“Okay.”
He steps out of the car, Shiro quickly vacating his own seat as well. He stands outside the driver’s side as Keith settles back in behind the wheel, leaning his torso through the open window.
“Okay,” he starts, voice taking on the same instructional quality he uses to lecture. “First step: seatbelt. You know this.”
Keith dutifully buckles himself in.
“Excellent. Now you can adjust your seat — levers on the underside there, yeah. You want to be able to easily touch the pedals, but when you fully straighten your arms, they should only go to the steering wheel. You’re a little too close.” He reaches down and guides Keith’s hand along the lever, helping him push the seat back slightly. “There, perfect. See you you can reach everything, but you have lots of space to move? That’s perfect. Fix your posture, though.”
“Does that help with visibility?” Keith questions, figuring a straight back will make it easier to see over the wheel.
“Nah, I just don’t like it when you slouch. Moving on.”
Shiro quickly runs through the rest of the set up with him — adjusting his mirrors, making sure he knows where all levers and signals are, testing the brake lights. Once he’s satisfied that Keith has a general idea where everything is, he jogs over to the passenger seat and climbs in.
“Okee dokee,” he says as he flicks through radio stations so fast you can barely even hear the first couple notes. He pauses after a moment, eyes flicking to Keith, then clicks back a couple stations, finally settling on a country station playing an old Johnny Cash song. “Start the engine.”
Keith does. The old car sputters for a second, then roars to life.
“Good! Drive!”
Keith looks at him in alarm. “What? Just — go?”
Shiro grins, wide and cheeky. “Go!”
Keith doesn’t need anymore encouragement. He steps on the gas, and the car careens forward at top speeds, shooting a cloud of red dust behind them. Shiro whoops, turning the song up louder.
The wind blows loud and fast through the open windows, competing with the blasting music and whipping Keith’s hair all around his face. He gets sand in his eyes more times than he can count, but he doesn’t dare take his hands off the wheel, just blinks it away as fast as he can. He watches the speedometer climb past forty, fifty, sixty, and his belly swoops every time they ricochet up a hole and go careening back down. Every so often Shiro calls out instructions — “Look at your mirrors and your blind spot before you make turns! Foot off the gas for the first half of the turn, then accelerate through the end of it! Don’t cross your arms over the wheel! Listen to the car so you know when to shift gears!” — sometimes a little too late. Keith stalls the car more than once. He also, at one point, swerves to avoid a cactus that seems to appear out of nowhere.
But Shiro never asks him to stop. Never has him pull over, never screams at him for messing up, never chides him about his speed (which, he might add, is entirely reasonable). He only grips the ceiling handle and cheers Keith on, whooping every time they hit a bump. He only calls out words of encouragement, smiling big and proud, cheering Keith on til he’s smiling just as wide.
For the first time since he lost his Pa, Keith feels like someone wants to see him happy.
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hojichasunrise · 3 months
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Happy birthday to Earth's bravest astronaut!
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sourcabbages · 4 months
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im ngl i dont remember any plot in voltron i just remember klance
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cianluujpeg · 2 months
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far beyond the universe
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klance renaissance 2024 save me ..... save me klance renaissance 2024...
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silverwarp · 13 days
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midnightlie · 2 years
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self indulgent keith helpin lance out on the farm 😌
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alluraaaa · 3 months
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lance loves loudly and dramatically. he makes declarations and makes moves and lives with his heart on his sleeve. when he likes someone it’s obvious, especially when he likes someone romantically. he’s a hopeless romantic. he’s been planning his dream wedding since he was 7
keith loves quietly and indirectly. he would rather go through arduous torture than say how he feels out loud, especially if what he’s feeling is mushy and sentimental. he’d much rather do things for people. completing tasks is much easier than talking about his emotions. he’s also a massive pessimist romantically. he’ll silently daydream about actually having a crush like him back, but staunchly believe that it happening in real life is impossible
because of this, the two of them often butt heads when it comes to their relationship. keith doesn’t know how to react to lance’s cheesy lines or cutesy pet names. lance thinks keith is sometimes too distant and wonders why he doesn’t say anything back
but also, they’re both very physically affectionate. they love hugs and cuddling and holding hands. and because it’s them they also love wrestling and chasing each other and fighting. there’s a lotta ways in which they’re different, but they both reach across the gap to meet in the middle and hold each other
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protectingstucky · 1 year
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˗ˏˋmy favorite klance ficsˎˊ˗
there, nestled against his pulse
Scar
dreams of you and mistletoe
open your arms to me
all we have to do
the dark, wide open
To Brighter Days
A Light In The Dark
Terminal Velocity
you should date me 
never saw you coming
nothing’s quite as sweet
Kiss Me (Twice)
gloves / by proxy
one step forward, two steps back
electromagnetic
Something Great
the meaning of donuts
fit the crown to my head
Stormchasing
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insectduck · 4 months
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Help I'm being violently dragged back into Voltron😭😭😭
PLEASEEEE IT'S BEEN OVER 5 YEARS NO, FREE ME
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