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i’m sorry- am I distracting you?

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A wip for a Klance piece because im back in the building again💔💔

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my kink is watching you

Summary:

“Really?” Lance says instead as he crosses his arms and drags himself closer. “You’re sleeping in your day clothes? Didn’t anybody tell you that’s gross?”

Keith glares but that stupid, cute smile hasn’t fully vanished, almost like he wants to laugh at Lance or maybe this entire situation. “You’d prefer me sleeping naked? Because that’s the only other option. They didn’t lend us pajamas.”

Lance splutters. “First” —he holds up one finger, the middle one— “I didn’t say strip naked. Boxers are perfectly acceptable sleepwear, jerk. And two, I prefer you not sleeping here at all.”

Keith pats the open space next to him. “Come here, scaredy cat. I don’t bite.”

(or the five times Lance “accidentally” kisses Keith and the one time Keith kisses Lance on purpose) 

Word count: 4k

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fic cover created by @love-kl

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all legs, no dairy

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Video calls

Sorry if the proportion are off

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for those who followed me because of that one doodle I posted of Keith and Lance ;))

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cause he’s like, the future.

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you ask so i shall deliver! theyre in love your honour.

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the girls are fighting

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Trying to think of what to draw next, saw a great reference and decided to polish up a quick keith

If you wanna see specific vld drawings let me know! I'd be thrilled to draw from suggestions ^^

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Allura/Romelle (Voltron), Adam/Shiro (Voltron), Hunk/Shay (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Matt Holt, Adam (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Romelle (Voltron), Shay (Voltron), Ezor (Voltron), Acxa (Voltron), Rax (Voltron), Rolo (Voltron), Nyma (Voltron), James Griffin (Voltron), Ryan Kinkade, Lotor (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Gay Keith (Voltron), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, i am who i am, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Rivals to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers Summary:

“Let me guess. Body horror.” There was a delicate eyebrow raise. “Impressive guess.” Lance offered a halfhearted wave to Keith’s SAW T-shirt. “I’m sure you sit in your cave and drink blood and think of all the ways a human body can break in half.” That earned him a smile with teeth. And yeah, sure, Lance could see what James found attractive. If he squinted. Chugged more wine. “And I’m sure you spend your time thinking of the least outrageous age gap you can have between your love interests.” Lance’s eyes narrowed.

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If you were to consider some towns sleepy, then Luna Falls spends most of the time snoring. The only time Luna Falls wakes up is while it hosts its annual writer retreat. Aspiring authors from all over the United States travel to New England for the three week seminar, gunning for a publication deal awarded to one lucky writer. Lance, a Luna Falls local, has spent his entire life preparing, saving, and writing. He joins the fellowship of writers in hopes to not only leave with publication prospects, but to also show the power of the commonly underrated romance genre. Imagine his displeasure when a brooding horror writer steals the spotlight right out from under him.

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redraw screenshot

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Julance Day 5: Family

Domestic post-canon Klance my beloved

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Happy moment

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you ask so i shall deliver! theyre in love your honour.

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I never draw older Keith enough

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No matter how many times he walks these familiar halls, memories come rushing back as Lance walks around the Galaxy Garrison. There's the corridor he used to take with Hunk whenever they snuck out, the halls where he had his first kiss (with Vicky Hunt, a girl in the year under his in the Communications division), the simulator that he crashed a few times and the place he got compared to Keith the most, the hospital where they spent days after the invasion.

He didn't think he'd be back just a few short years after everything that happened, but when Shiro called that they're looking for a flight instructor because Iverson wants to retire, he couldn't really say no.

The cadets look at him with stars in their eyes, and it's a little… uncomfortable. Sure, he's a former paladin of Voltron, but he's not Shiro, he's not Pidge, he's not Keith. He's just Lance, who spent the past years on his parents' farm, recuperating. And yet, these kids look up to him, look to him for guidance.

They come to him during his office hours to ask questions, they come to him with problems and it's a little overwhelming sometimes, being responsible for these kids. Is this how Shiro felt, back then? A little lost, a little unmoored himself, just trying to make sure they all got out of the war even if he himself had no idea what he was doing?

When he gets to his office, one of his students is waiting for him already.

Miss Nakamura turns around when she hears him. "Professor McClain! Do you have a minute?"

"Sure do, come on in," he says, opening his office door and letting her step inside before him.

He sits down behind his desk, the girl sitting down in front of him. She's fidgeting, not meeting his eyes.

Lance lets her gather her thoughts, her courage, the last thing he wants to do is push her.

"Am I good enough for the pilot course?" Her question is barely above a whisper, but Lance hears her anyway.

She reminds him so much of his younger self - so full of doubt and insecurity, questioning whether he belongs here. He didn't have adults he could confide in, that he could seek out, so he hid behind a mask of bravado and jokes, but his students have him now.

"Of course you are," he says, smiling at her when she looks up with a surprised expression. "You're a good leader for your team, you just lack a little bit of confidence. If you want to, we can set up some extra practices with you, or if you want to have your team, with them as well."

"I..." she looks like a deer in the headlights, and Lance takes pity on her. They're so young, and he doesn't want to think about the fact that he was barely older when he started fighting in space.

"You don't have to decide right now. Think on it and let me know, okay?"

She smiles at him, at last. "Okay." She stands up. "Thanks, Professor McClain."

"No worries, Miss Nakamura. You know where to find me if you have your answer."

The girl salutes at him with a small smile as she leaves, the click of the door quiet.

Lance slumps back in the chair, and looks at the clock. He has another hour of open office hours, and then he'll need to grab some groceries before getting home. Pidge is coming later tonight so they can have a chat with Shiro, Hunk and Keith, with all of them aboard the Atlas for once for an interplanetary peace meeting.

Things are good, Lance thinks. Not perfect, not yet, but good.