#VLD Drabble

[sherale-writes]

"Do you even- even understand."

Keith watched as Lance's hands raised up, hovering shoulder level, almost cradling his own face. Blue eyes wide, shimmering with unshed tears.

"Out there-" Lance's voice choked, hands trembling. "Out there you-"

Even as he stood there, even as Keith watched Lance's body hunch forward, tears falling like stars from his eyes, he felt frozen in place. Never had he wanted Lance to cry, to feel such misery over his actions. Yet somehow, every time, when he chose to act first and think later, it always had an effect on Lance that made his stomach twist in guilt.

"You-!" Lance's voice shook, lips trembling apart, hands now shaking as those star drop tears raced down his cheeks like shooting stars.

Keith stepped forward, and when Lance did not step away or swipe at him, he took another, more still until his arms wrapped around the other's body, holding him as Lance trembled and cried in his arms.

"You bastard!" Lance sobbed, hands clutched to Keith's clothes. "I hate you!"

But the words weren't true, and he knew. Keith knew that in Lance's agony, he only said such things because he was growing tired of feeling scared for Keith, of feeling like every moment Keith was gone, it would be the last time Lance saw him.

"I love you..." Keith murmured, stroking a hand over Lance's hair, his neck and shoulder becoming wet. "I love you so much."

Lance's fingers twisted in Keith's clothes, a sob choking any words he had on his tongue. He just held on, and hoped, and prayed, that this time wouldn't be the last either.

[torveiglyart]

12 klance!! :3

Who proposes to whom?

(Lowkey wrote a lot so bear with me.)

Lance beats Keith to it.

Lance had planned this whole get-away vacation for after one of Keith’s missions where they could relax by the beach and he could propose late at night out there on the sand. It was going to be the perfect week of relaxation, activities, exploration, and indulgence.

But then the Blade of Marmora lost contact with Keith.

Hours turned into days. Days turned into a week. Lance couldn’t help but stress clean in Keith’s absence. They had moved in together some time after the 6 year anniversary of the official war-end, originally just as friends. Their friendship had blurred the lines between platonic and romantic, until Lance broke and confessed. To which Keith had simply kissed him, then confusedly told him he’d thought they’d been dating the past year.

They made it official.

Lance knew Keith loved him, but he never truly realized how much until he found a ring in its box in Keith’s nightstand. Lance had no idea how long it’d been there, but he knew exactly what he was going to do when he saw Keith again. And he would. He would.

He did.

A little over a week later from the initial loss of contact, Keith showed up at a BoM base looking tired but okay. Turns out a signal station had shorted out and cut off communication for the entire sector, but he was alright. And when Lance showed up on the BoM base, racing towards him with tears already pooling in his eyes, Keith rushed to think of any apology. He never got to though, silenced by a press of Lance’s lips and then him speaking.

“Marry me.”

“What?”

Lance stepped back to kneel down on one knee, right there in the middle of that base, and held up a ring. No, not the ring he’d found in Keith’s drawer.

He had a whole speech planned, heartfelt and sweet, but it came crumbling apart when he finally set eyes on Keith again.

“I— I don’t want to lose you before I get to have you completely. Please. Marry—”

“Yes.”

As it turns out, Keith had had that ring for months. Always waiting for the right time, but never had the courage to pop the question. Of course he said yes.

[ruenii]

Klance as Texts 1/2 (ft, Keith being a fucking loser)

[vldfix]

keith: i feel.. insignificant i guess…

lance: dude no! if anything you’re like … out-significant!

keith: … what

lance: like … the opposite of in-significant, out-significant

keith: the opposite of insignificant is just significant, lance

lance: yeah but you’re like significant times ten so out-significant fits you

then they kiss

[salmoninzeeweed]

Lance who stops to pet every cat he sees, and Keith who secretly really wants to pet the cat too but he stays back so he can watch as Lance pets the cat 'cause Lance when he's smiling is the prettiest sight he could ask for, and easily beats the want to pet the cat, but Lance doesn't need to know that...

[deareverlasting]

King of the (Pillow) Fort

The castle was cold.

Like, seriously. Lance was freezing.

Key word: was.

Everyone called him crazy (not Hunk, of course, the sweet man he is) when he announced he would be camping out in the main lodge to build a makeshift fort out of blankets he scavenged and an ungodly amount of pillows.

See, the castle's heating system was down. How in the galaxy a high-end alien warship managed to fail at something so... simple compared to the literal blaster canons the ship housed that could take out a small moon if it wanted to was beyond Lance. But it happened, and so, here he was, snuggled up beneath his Castle of Blankets.

To say it wasn't just a little bit funny to watch everyone suffer and slowly give in to his "crazy" idea would be a lie. The biggest Lance would've ever told.

Hunk caved first.

The door hissed open, and Lance peeked out from his blanket fortress when no one made their presence known, not even a squeak from Allura's little mice.

Hunk stood in his yellow pajamas and yellow lion slippers, holding a fluffy, beige blanket and a bowl of peeled oranges. Or, well, the space equivalent of them. Space oranges.

Lance welcomed the man with open arms.

Next came Coran and Allura. Mumbling apologies with a few old storybooks of Altean Horror Tales for the occasion. Something about hearing from Lance before that humans told stories at their sleepovers. Lance beamed.

Then, Shiro came with the promise of his Altean Laptop (they managed to pirate Starwars before, so why not some classic horror movies, too?) and a growling Pidge, thrashing in his arms.

"She's been working on getting the heating back up," Shiro sighed as he ducked into the fort, burrowing into Hunk's blanket when Hunk opened up a side for him and Pidge. "Pretty sure her lips were turning blue."

"You really are a stubborn devil aren't you," Lance poked her face with his finger, narrowing his eyes at her. He yanked his finger back with a yelp when she nearly bit it off. "Cold-blooded too, no wonder Shiro nearly found a Pidgesicle!"

"Pidgesicle?" Allura asked.

"A pidge popsicle."

"Allura doesn't know what that is, Lance." Hunk reminded him.

"Oh."

The very last one was Keith.

The rest of the gang were all huddled up together, soaking in each other's warmth. The lights in the room were off, and, courtesy of Pidge, they managed to pirate The Conjuring. They had just begun the movie, already latching onto each other for comfort when the telltale music of 'shit is about to go down, grab your loved ones and try to keep your heart in your chest' began to play.

Of course, Keith decided to pop into the tent just as the entity haunting Annabelle began to furiously pound on the door, causing the girls in the movie and in turn, the paladins: to scream.

"Holy SHIT, dude!" Lance's hand was splayed across his heart as if he were clutching his not-there pearls. "Ever heard of knocking?"

Ironic. He knows.

But Keith paid him no heed with his stuffy nose and shivering form. He looked like he was about to fall over at any moment. And that's when it occurred to Lance and the rest of the team that maybe, just maybe, Galra don't do too well in cold temperatures.

Everyone began asking Keith questions of concern as he fumbled his way inside, nudging Pidge from where she sat beside Lance. Pidge obeyed with a roll of her eyes and Lance nearly bit his tongue when Keith promptly tucked himself into his side. But no, oh no, he didn't stop there. Keith fucking nuzzled him, breathing a sigh of relief and satisfaction before... well, he fell asleep.

Shiro snorted, sending the two a fond look before pressing play on the laptop.

And slowly- Lance would blame the warmth of the blankets and body heat surrounding him, the way the little huddle reminded him of nights when the power went out back home and his family would all have a little sleepover in the living room- slowly, Lance relaxed, repositioning himself slightly until Keith's head was burrowed into his shoulder. The soft breaths tickled his neck, sending goosebumps down his spine.

But it felt right. Normal. Because it soothed the wallowing sea of homesickness that never seemed to leave him lately. And, well, he would let himself revel in this little moment. Of course, he would.

He was so holding the fact Keith drooled in his sleep over his head when he woke up, though.

The Comic Mini's Part 1 [Next]

[lumieumie]

Something something Lance was treated like shit in season 7 and it was never actually talked about so if dreamworks won’t do it I’ll do it instead

[t00muchanxiety]

i need miserable time travel boyfriends Klance

i need them to be put through the ringer, absolutely blasted- maybe the war is still ongoing and they looking for a way to fix some mistake and go to far back- maybe the war is over but the fight isn’t, and they’re stuck fighting rebel factions and stormy diplomats alike

but no matter what, they find love, affection, and peace with each other, they find solace within their relationship

and then they’re thrust into the past where their younger selves can’t stand each other and now the older pair are standing face to face with the youthful optimism they lost because they became soldiers too young and the question of wether or not the love they got out of the loss and pain was worth it (it was, it always will be)

[hello-sweetheart]

Okay so I know we all hate the farmer Lance ending to Voltron cuz wtf ya know BUT HEAR ME OUT

Stardew Valley Au where Lance inherits his great uncle’s farm in Pelican Town after struggling with finding his path in life, moving to the town to find that there’s more to the town than meets the eye.

Keith who grew up there with his late father. He kinda takes on a bit of Abigail’s adventurous spirit who had roamed the previously abandoned farm, exploring the monster infested mines, mixed with Sebastian’s antisocial reclusive attitude.

There’s Shiro and Adam, Shiro just returning home and having to learn to cope with his ptsd from being a prisoner of war.

You can have the Holts as a the science family up in the mountains.

Hunk, chef extraordinaire, and Shay running the saloon.

Coran taking on the role of the wizard, knowing everything mystical in nature and living in the tower castle.

And Allura and Romelle being roommates as Emily and Haley.

The blade of mamora as the adventurers guild.

And of course, the mice running the hat shop.

👀 👀 👀

As for the rest of the Stardew npcs I have no idea 💀

But the farm can be either the beach farm (cuz Lance and the ocean) OR the wilderness farm (cuz monsters and Keith).

[seraphw37]

shiro who can’t really feel his arm. sure, it’s there, he knows that much. but during bitter cold missions, where the metal almost burns at the place when he stops being human. he knows all too well how alien it is.

he breaks things in his grasp, unable to control the strength at times. other days it seemingly has a mind of its own, uncooperative to his wishes. they’ll all exchange worried, maybe pitiful glances, but nobody was keen on mentioning it. what could be done?

the worst part had to be the pain, or itchiness, or any god awful made up sensation his human brain clung to. it simply ached, as if his arm were made of flesh and blood. another reminder of how different he was.

[graphx]

sorry if this is random but I've been geeking out about sculpting as a hobby lately so obviously the hyperfixation set in

this idea just came into my head and wouldn't leave of all the paladins describing allura to someone with such detail that they could have made this

like Keith saying she has callouses on her hands from training

or hunk and lance being like "you have to get the fluff of her hair just right because it was a monster to help her put in a bun"

or Pidge suggesting that her earrings on the statue be made out of the same material cuz she would have loved shiny things

coran helping get the face JUST right because he knows how every inch of her face has changed and grown from when she was a child

shiro getting a new (more practical arm) after giving back the stone she used in her crown so it could be reused on her statue

based on the scale of this statue it likely took YEARS to complete. Hell it takes years to complete a normal life sized statue and the TIME and EFFORT and PATIENCE it must have took is still just incredible to me (despite the current technology they probably have it still probably took a hell of a lot of work)

NOW I HAVE TO GO WRITE A REMEBERING ALLURA ONESHOT FIC-

[sherale-writes]

Betrothal AU where Keith is being promised to another for the prosperity of his family & land.

The deal now finalized.

So in his curiosity, Keith asks people about who it is, who the hell even Lance was, as they had never met before. But everyone keeps telling him stories of how dumb, egotistical, vain, foolish, self-centered, a bit of a leech, etc. the other is. There's comments that Lance isn't bad looking, and seems kind, but he's always making jokes or being in the way.

Keith feels dread.

He can't believe he's about to be married off to some big dumb fool who will likely be nothing but a jerk and cheat on him and just make the marriage what it is: political with nothing to support it.

So on the day they're to meet, the papers signed, the trade off done, he's ready to fight. Keith is ready to be nothing but trouble. Then he meets Lance. And all those rumors seem so... wildly off base.

Yeah, he's a bit dumb, but in the silly kind of way. Maybe Lance is a bit vain, but he cares about his appearance as any sane person would be. And Keith realizes that Lance makes jokes because he's trying to make people happy, to keep the mood up. Lance is self-sacrificing.

Keith's betrothed is nothing but a person who tries to think of others first, to uplift them, even if it makes him look stupid or an outcast. Suddenly Keith is no longer worried about what their marriage could be. Keith's worried that his betrothed will sacrifice himself for others before they could have a happy marriage.

[insidemjshead]

Klance Drabbles

[ Just keith admiring lance and whatnot ]

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Keith leaned against the doorway, arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. Across the room, Lance was mid-rant, his hands slicing through the air for emphasis. Pidge was perched on the edge of the couch, one eyebrow raised in dubious amusement, while Hunk leaned back in his chair, snacking on a bag of alien trail mix.

“—and that’s when I told him, ‘Listen, if this machine can’t make my food crispy, then it’s not advanced—it’s defective!’” Lance declared, his voice pitched in dramatic indignation. “The guy didn’t know what to say! Like, seriously, what’s the point of space-age technology if it can’t handle a simple snack upgrade?”

Pidge tapped a finger against her cheek. “Right, because prioritizing snack crispness is exactly what advanced civilizations are built on.”

“I’m just saying!” Lance huffed, pointing a finger at her. “If you’re gonna claim your tech is top-notch, don’t give me soggy fries. That’s false advertising!”

Hunk chuckled, shaking his head as he tossed another handful of trail mix into his mouth. “You’ve got some really strong opinions about food, man. Not that I’m surprised.”

Keith couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out, and suddenly three pairs of eyes were on him.

“Keith?” Lance asked, eyebrows raised. “Were you standing there the whole time? Don’t tell me you were captivated by my storytelling.”

Keith tensed under their gaze but tried to play it cool, shrugging. “I wasn’t… captivated. Just passing by.”

“Passing by?” Lance echoed, stepping closer with a grin that was nothing short of smug. “Admit it, you couldn’t resist listening to my brilliance.”

Keith rolled his eyes, though his ears burned. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously entertaining,” Lance shot back, still grinning as he closed the distance between them. “Go on, Keith. Say it. Say I’m the most interesting person in this castle.”

Keith snorted, shaking his head. “Not a chance.”

Pidge waved a hand, her tone dry. “Lance, maybe save your endless need for validation for someone who isn’t Keith. You’re barking up the wrong emotionally-repressed tree.”

“I’m not barking!” Lance said, throwing his arms up. “This is confidence! Right, Hunk?”

Hunk shrugged, nonchalantly popping another snack into his mouth. “I mean, you do have a way of making an impression. Let’s leave it at that.”

“See?” Lance said, spinning back to Keith. “Even Hunk agrees.”

Keith just shook his head, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. As Lance went back to defending his case with Pidge and Hunk, Keith slipped away from the doorway.

But not before stealing one last glance at Lance—at the way his eyes lit up when he talked, the way his laugh filled the room, the way he managed to hold everyone’s attention without even trying.

There really was something about him. Something Keith couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard he tried.

[ruenii]

im tired of effortlessly cool Keith. I want him to be such a pathetic guy who cries over the silliest shit and is horrible at rizzing up Lance unless its unintentional.

He would stutter and make himself look like a fool when he PURPOSEFULLY tries to flirt (which Lance would find endearing).

Then he’d just say the most gayest shit ever in the middle of a battle and Lance almost gets shot because of the sheer surprise.

[silverbluedragon]

✨ ETERNITY WITH YOU ✨ This short drabble based on the gorgeous ethereal painting by @phosphorus-orion was supposed to double as a birthday present for Orion and a symbolic entry for the @klancekisszine W/DTIYS contest based on said amazing painting...

But as always I am a tad late. But still here. So happy belated birthday awesmazing Orion. I hope you enjoy this slightly angsty drabble but it would not be me unless there was a bit of angst... I have had the story in my mind ever since you showed us sketches of the pic and it has stayed with me since... After all, we are all made of the same cosmic dust....

[klance-dreams]

Okay but please imagine Keith’s reaction to seeing Lance after he’s finally spent some time at the beach again? In his natural element, bronzed like a literal god, burnished from the sun? freckles like constellations?? Lance with wavy, curly salt water-hair, eyes soft and relaxed.

+ Keith meeting back up with the paladins after too long away with the blade. 👀

He loves space of course, but even after his time in the quantum abyss, he’s still not used to the way all warmth & body heat was constantly leached away. Despite his memories of cursing his time in the relentless summer heat of the shack, he’s found himself beginning to miss the hot scorch of the desert sun against his skin.

The blade gave Keith a rare opportunity for downtime that somehow happenes to align with an impromptu holiday/break that Allura has planned for the paladins on a sunny, earth-like planet filled with tropical islands, flora & fauna.

To Keith’s surprise, Lance was the one to call and invite him to join them; sunshine already infused in his voice at the idea of seeing a beach again.

For Keith, the mere thought of getting to see Lance in his natural element? He wouldn’t miss it for anything.

He promises to Lance on the spot (he would promise Lance all the moons and stars if he could) to meet him there later in the day.

When he gets there, everyone has already been enjoying the sun & surf for hours. Pidge is sunburned and squinting at the glare against her datapad, glasses reflecting at a sleeping hunk whose legs have been covered by a crude sand castle. He’s spooning a large collection of fruits that look strangely similar to the ones Keith remembers from earth.

Shiro and Coran seem to be playing a complicated Altean beach game that Keith intends to avoid; Allura lays out on the sand, the mice resting in the shadow of her hair.

Keith thinks someone might have called out a greeting to him, but he can’t be sure, because the second he sees Lance? All thougts leave him, head empty.

It’s too soon to blame the redness in his cheeks on the sun, but he can feel how hot his face has gotten anyway.

Lance is sitting in the sand, waves lapping his ankles. His hair is wild & curling behind his ears from the salt water breeze.

The sight of him alone is enough to warm the cold ache Keith has been feeling.

Sand sticks to the bronzed slope of his back, glittering like flecks of gold, effervescent in the bright sun for Keith’s eyes to follow.

His shoulders are broad and already tanned and freckled where Keith knows his own would be red and sore.

His eyes sweep over the scar on Lances back, and the ones on his arms and sides that Keith wasn’t there to protect him from.

But here? With the blue of the ocean to rival his eyes? Lance looks untouchable.

Looks like a god, burning bright and warm and full of life, and when he turns around at the sound of Keith’s name being called out, Keith’s breath catches in his throat because this sight?

This is one he got to see in the quantum abyss. It was one of the visions into his future that he held onto like a lifeline, like a treasure.

The image of Lance’s smile, a true joyful smile, playing behind Keith’s eyelids and keeping him sane on the worst of those nights spent stranded in space.

Lance, eyes dancing bright and smile brighter as his wide mouth forms Keith’s name on a joyful laugh and he hops up to throw his arms around Keith in a hug that feels like /home/ in a way Keith hadn’t known before Lance.

For one delirious moment, the déjà vu is so strong that he’s afraid he and Krolia never made it back at all. That they were still stuck out there in the cold emptiness of the abyss. The way the vision blends with the Lance he has in front of him makes Keith want to hold on tight and never let go.

Especially when Lance leans back and their eyes meet and lock, electric.

Keith still hasn’t even said a word, but Lance only smiles brighter and knocks their foreheads together.

Says, “hey samurai, it’s been too long”

One traitorous hand drifts up against Keith’s will to trace the new freckles dotting Lance’s cheeks, which flush the lightest pink at the attention or maybe the intensity of Keith’s gaze as he floats into Lance’s orbit, pulled to him like the moon to the sun.

Lance’s leans into the hand Keith cups against his cheek, and finally, finally their lips meet; Keith’s cold and chapped and Lance’s, warm and soft, tasting of the ocean.

When he has to pull back to catch his breath, he finally murmurs back a warm and gravely, “hey sharp shooter,” lips pulled up into a crooked grin and eyes tracking the way Lance melts into him at the nickname like always.

They stay like that for a while, catching up on what they’ve both been up to when Lance says offhand, “hey where’s Kosmo?”

Before Keith can answer, they’re both knocked into the surf by 200 pounds of excited space wolf.

Keith wants to be mad, but the way Lance pops up from the water sputtering makes him grin through the hair plastered to his forehead.

Lance takes one look at Keith, waist deep and fully clothed down to the fingerless gloves, mullet drenched, and bursts out laughing at the sight

and Keith can’t even be mad. He pretends to be, crossing his arms and ‘sulking’. He tries to blow his bangs up and out of his eyes before he remembers it won’t work and that sends Lance into tears. Keith sits back watches Lance laugh for a minute, committing the sight to memory.

He’s gonna get revenge on Lance for laughing, but first he needs to level the playing field.

Lance’s laughter slowly winds down as he watches Kosmo run off to greet the other paladins, laughing again when the wolf shakes water all over Allura and Hunk.

While Lance was distracted, Keith had taken his shirt and gloves off, tossing them back onto dry sand and adding his soaked jeans to the pile for good measure.

Keith was slicking his hair back from his face when Lance turned back toward him and froze at the sight, suspiciously quiet.

// …tbc? transferring twitter treads. original thread here!