#voltron drabble

[obviousflirtations]

I’m opening up requests! I’m in a bit of a writing slump and this usually helps me!

I wrote for various fandoms:

- Teen Wolf

- Vampire Diaries

- Victorious

- Voltron

If you want it as a song imagine/one shot let me know! If you have a specific song for it send it too!

[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]

[komohine]

OK IMAGINE

james and keith are going through a rough patch in their relo when this starts. anomalies then prey on their issues as well as their own personal insecurities. also keith has a history of severe nightmares (ptsd related maybe?) as well as panic attacks which james has learned to help with. this does create a bit of a complex for both of them though. james is afraid whenever hes not with keith bcs hes worried something will happen to him and he wont be there to help (the real truth though is that james is afraid someone better will come along and woo away keith. keiths never been the super openly affectionate type whicg causes james a great deal of insecurity. does keith even love him? he sometimes questions). meanwhile keith becomes afraid of being too dependent. hed always managed his issues alone before and now that james was there to care for him he feels like he womt be equipped to deal with crises situations whenever hes alone. and considering his job, thats pretty often (but in reality, hes afraid of having his independence encroached upon. its the one thing hes known all his life and to lose it would genuinely be like drowning to him. he hates relying on others bcs theyve always failed him, and though he loves james part of him fears he’ll leave him too).

tldr really (? idk how good at horror i am this is just stuff that would unnerve me) scary version of anxious x avoidant attachment types LOL

—

its night, keith is setting up camp while james looks for usable kindling (most of its already been burnt beyond use. theyre near the wildfire’s point of origin now) and keith is suddenly very aware that something is watching him.

he slowly raises his head to lock eyes with a pale ghastly face, peeking just over a bush at the clearing’s edge. keith’s frozen immediately, and stares a little too long before ripping his eyes away and looking down. he hopes and prays that the thing will just go away.

to his utter dismay, the moment he looks down he hears movement coming from the face’s direction. rapid scurrying, snapping of twigs. he snaps his head back up just to see the thing coming at him on all fours. obviously, keith freaks out and scrambles backwards but the thing grabs his shoulders and pins him. Keith’s covering his face. His breaths come in frantic, shallow puffs. Looking at it is too much to bear, and some childish part of his brain still believes that if he doesnt see it itll just go away.

Then he hears james’ voice through his own petrified breathing. he calls out to him, and to his shock the.. thing? moves one hand from his shoulder to his wrist and tries to move his hand away from his face. james answers, from right above him. and he knows this is james’ voice.

keith builds up his courage to crack open one eye, hoping to see james, hoping that this was all just a nightmare. instead, that thing’s face fills his vision. he shuts his eye again, newly petrified. the thing shakes him lightly, like james always would do to snap him out of a nightmare. but this time its not familiar or comforting. instead he feels… trapped. no, he is trapped. by that thing. he needs to get away. and so keith screams and kicks and by some miracle gets the thing off him and armed with nothing but a multipurpose blade in his pant pocket, he books it into the dark forest.

—

james had strayed further out than he wouldve liked in finding kindling, and for his efforts he had almost nothing to show. the two of them may just have to deal with sleeping in the cold the night and eating lukewarm canned beans. All for the better— the darkness of the forest was oppressive. james swore that his flashlight was getting weaker by the minute. he turned back when he started to see shadows moving.

Something happens when James reenters the clearing where he left Keith. No, something descends upon the clearing. An energy. The shadows are a little too harsh, a little too big. And keith… Why was he looking at him like that?

James walks forward, and when keith reacts by screaming and trying to get away, he closes the distance quickly. He takes keith’s shoulders and tries to speak to him in a way that will reach his ears. He shakes him slightly, grabs his wrist and rubs his thumb along the skin where the palm meets the wrist. And it seems to be working, until it’s not.

“It’s still here” keith mutters in that panicked way that james recognized as genuine, primal fear. Befire james could ask him any questions though, keith starts to violently thrash under him, breaking away and booking it into the forest.

James dropped his flashlight long ago. Their little scuffle had knocked over the lantern that once lit the clearing. James spent a few seconds on his hands and knees finding it before pulling it out from a pile of debris and ash. It was still lot, but the light didnt seem to penetrate the darkness. At all.

When had it become so dark? So quiet?

James tried to swallow the rapidly rising panic, creeping up from the pits of his stomach and constricting around his throat.

He whipped his head around, startled by… the sheer silence, the complete lack of. The nothingness. Suddenly even his own frantic breathing sounded far too quiet.

Where was Keith?

[keithisgay-ao3]

The talk

Keith made his way to his room, typing away on his tablet. He hated these mission reports, but someone had to do them. When he got there, he found James inside, seated on one of the kitchen barstools. He was hunched over his laptop, scribbling something onto a tablet. A loose white tee covered his shoulders, basketball shorts clinging to his legs. Keith smiled to himself.

Guess that means he’s staying the night.

Keith moved to hug James from behind, kissing the junction of his neck and shoulder. James hummed, setting down his tablet and spinning around to face him. “Hey.” Keith grinned.

“Hey yourself.” James replied, wrapping his arms around the other man’s shoulders, pulling him into a kiss. Keith relaxed into his touch, hands slipping around his waist. He kissed a trail down to James's neck, finding the spot that made him shiver.

Well, that might've been because Keith had slipped his hands under James’s shirt, cold fingers beginning to caress his sides. “Ke- ah- Keith, wait.”

Keith stopped his assault on James’s neck, pulling back and meeting his eyes. “What’s wrong babe?”

“Nothings wrong, I just- what are we doing?” Keith raised an eyebrow. “Uh, making out?”

James huffed out a laugh. “No, I mean, what are we? Are we a couple, are we fuckbuddies, are we friends?”

“Oh.” Keith’s eyes widened. “Oh! Oh. Oh.”

“Can you say something other than ‘oh’?” James asked, and Keith shrugged.

“Sorry, I- I don’t know what- is there something you want me to say?”

James sighed, running his hands down to Keith’s chest before resting them on his belt. “Look, I like what we have, I really do. I-” James looked down, gathering himself “ I like you, Keith. I really like you. Romantically.”

“Oh.”

“And I don’t want to keep doing this if you don’t feel the same. I want more than this, I want to come home to you after a long day, I want to go on lunch dates with you, bring you home to meet my dad, kiss you and not care if anyone sees. I want to be your boyfriend, Keith.”

“Oh.”

James looked at him with pleading eyes. “I really need you to stop saying that.”

Keith laughed, earning a whine of his name. “Jamie, I thought we were already dating.”

The man in question blushed, shoving Keith playfully. “Well why didn’t you say that?”

Keith laughed. “I thought you knew! Besides, it’s nice hearing you say you like me.”

“Shut up.” James muttered, crossing his arms.

“You like me. You wanna be my boyfriend. You wanna hold my hand and shit.” Keith teased in a singsong voice.

“Nope, changed my mind. I’m leaving.” Before he could move, Keith kissed him softly. James melted into it, pulling Keith- pulling his boyfriend- closer by the belt.

[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)

[surdino]

klance number 3 for the drabbles mayhaps :3

Send me drabble requests here!

I'm afraid I needed some fluff in my life. Here you goooooo <3.

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The lights are on low in Lance's room. A warm yellow to keep them away from their slumber. Almost like the warm afternoon sun, in a way. Keith wishes he knew what Lance looked like sprawled out on a beach, instead of in his bed.

He imagines Lance would smile at him. Joke about how pale he is. He'd probably take his hand and compare tans. He'd tell Keith he needs to go outside more, but anytime he tries he'd lather him in sunscreen, so it's no use anyways.

Lance had mentioned knowing how to surf. Keith can imagine him riding the waves until the sun dips below the sky and it's just the two of them left on the beach. They'd walk home together, wherever home would be, hand in hand and too afraid to let go.

"What are you thinking of?" Lance mumbles, trailing his finger over Keith's chest. Even though Lance is taller, he loves laying like this. He sprawls on top of Keith every chance he gets.

Keith hums. "The beach," he says. The days where he'd keep his mind locked away are long over. He can tell Lance anything, these days. He gets the same in return. He'll never stop being amazed by how his mind works.

Lance sits up, placing his chin on Keith's chest. It hurts a little, but he'll endure it. "You're thinking of the beach. Keith 'can't swim' Kogane, is thinking of the beach?"

"It's not my fault I can't swim," Keith mumbles, distracted by petting a hand through Lance's hair.

Lance scoffs. "Well everytime I try to teach you, you whine about needing to do other stuff. It's okay to admit you're afraid, you know."

"I'm not afraid."

"Why are you thinking of the beach?"

Keith bites his lip. "I was thinking of what it'd be like. If we lived near a beach, or something."

Lance sits up on his knees this time, placing his hands on Keith's chest. He wonders whether Lance can hear his heartbeat. If his face is turning red under his gaze.

"You were what?" He looks at him, eyes wide and mouth agape. "You want to live with me?"

"I guess. Maybe." He shrugs. "We already kind of do, so."

"Wow, you're, like, really in love with me aren't you?" Lance asks, grin spreading over his face. "Like so much it's gross. You wanna hold my hand, and kiss me, take me on dates," he teases.

"I fucking hate you," Keith grumbles.

Lance grins, leaning his face forward and pressing a kiss against his jaw. "No you don't. Take that back right now." He moves farther up, kissing the corner of his mouth. "You love me. You wanna live with me. Near the beach."

"Fucking, fine." Keith pulls Lance forward by a hand on the back of his neck, pressing their lips together. "Now go turn off the light. I wanna sleep."

Lance ignores his order to press another lingering kiss against his mouth.

[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.

[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.

[vldfix]

klance royalty au okay hear me out

altean prince lance. obviously

trans galran keith. nobody will let him do anything he wants because they still see him as a girl so he runs away

keith becomes a knight or a bodyguard or something and is appointed to watch over prince lance

naturally they hate each other at first with keith finding lance to be pompous and stuck up and lance finding keith’s brooding and silence irritating

but one night after there were an abundance of threats toward lance from a group of rebels who wanted to strike down the monarchy keith is ordered to watch over lance in his room with several other guard surrounding the outside and all around the castle, everything on high patrol

keith being quiet and still and lance has enough and yells at him but the yelling turns into crying and begging keith to talk to him but keith being ever so insecure of his voice being a pre t trans guy just held him and they became friends

story shall progress from there … maybe idk we’ll see 😕

[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-