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congrats on the 700 followers, @bluemantics!!!🎉🥰 here's my entry, the disastrous but little funny situation prompt gave me the perfect excuse to write this trope hehe. congrats again, and enjoy!!!

It starts like any other supply run — getting into ratty clothes over their armor so they blend into the crowd and don't stick out like a sore thumb, touching down on a swap moon in a stolen Galra pod, looking around the stalls and stores for the parts Coran requested and the other essentials on their list like food. It's a standard, easy mission. That is, until Lance bumps into someone and his cape twists open, exposing his pristine, white-blue armor.

The air freezes for a moment, a hush falling over the previously loud and bustling market; everyone's staring at them with varying degrees of hostility. Even if this particular swap moon isn't under Galra territory, the Empire loves putting a price on their heads, and these guys wouldn't hesitate to turn them in for a nice, thick wad of cash. Lance gulps and he's pretty sure it could be heard two streets over.

One of the vendors breaks the silence, pointing a gnarly finger at him. "Grab him!"

"Fuck." Keith grabs Lance's hand. "Run!"

They bolt in the opposite direction of the charging crowd, dodging stalls and dazed onlookers, Keith pulling Lance behind him. They run until they can't hear the shouts of the mob behind them, and dart down an alley to catch their breath and check which way their pod is.

Lance braces himself on his knees as he pants — they're all in great shape, but generally they don't have to sprint for minutes on end. Sweat slides from his forehead down his nose, dripping to the ground; Keith is in no better shape.

The whole situation is so ridiculous that Lance can't help but laugh; once he starts, though, there's no stopping and he knows that there's a hint of hysteria in his tone.

"What the hell," he wheezes out between two fits of laughter, gasping for air.

Keith just looks at him, his eyebrow arched. "Beats me, but we need to circle back, the pod is on the other side of the market."

That sobers up Lance quickly. "Great."

They're about to leave the alley when Keith suddenly grabs him, pressing him against the wall between two stacks of crates, his hand on Lance's mouth. He's so, so close to Lance that his breath ghosts over Lance's face, and even through all the layers of clothing, Lance can feel how tense Keith is.

Lance isn't sure that the way his heart hammers wildly in his chest is because of the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He shoots a confused look at Keith, and for the first time Lance notices the small flecks of purple in the dark greys of his eyes; the length of his dark eyelashes; the way his bangs fall into his eyes; the way the scar on his face has a slight purple tint to it.

Keith leans even closer, whispering into his ear, making Lance break out in goosebumps. "I heard something from the left, stay quiet." Lance simply nods.

They stay like that for a while, and Lance is acutely aware of every single inch of Keith's: his right hand still warm over his lips while the left grips his hip; Keith's leg between his; his breath ruffling the strands of hair near his ear; their chests pressed together.

Keith cocks his head to the right, his eyes flitting around as he tries to listen for any suspicious noise — he seems to deem it safe enough, because he moves away. Lance already misses his warmth, which is… strange. It hits him like a ton of bricks, right then and there, in the middle of a dirty alley; yet it all makes so much sense suddenly. It explains so, so much.

"Are you okay?" Keith frowns at him.

Lance looks at him, hoping his face isn't as red as it feels. "What do you mean?"

"You're all…" Keith gestures at him vaguely, "red."

It just makes him all the more red in the face. "Yeah. Peachy. All good. Never better. Let's go." He starts walking towards the main road and leaves Keith behind.

Not that he can — Keith lunges after him and grabs his wrist, turning him around. "Lance."

Keith's eyes are piercing into his soul, unwinding him from the inside out, searching for something. There's something unguarded in his look, something soft and fond; and yeah, Lance might have just figured it out, but… this is not necessarily new. So he yanks Keith close, and crashes his lips against his.

If Keith is surprised, he doesn't show it, just starts kissing back like his life depends on it; it makes Lance's toes curl. He buries his free hand in Keith's hair, and pulls him even closer. There's not much he notices other than the way Keith's lips move on his, the way he presses against his chest.

They break apart when someone shouts behind them, and Lance is still a little dazed when Keith starts pulling him down the alley.

"We're continuing this when we get back to the pod, right?"

Keith throws a smirk over his shoulder; were Lance not running for his life right now, he might have gotten a little weak in the knees seeing it aimed at him. "Run faster and find out."

"You're such a dick."

"And what does that say about you?"

"Shut up and lead the way, Mullet."

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look how in love they are

Congrats on 400 IG follows @haryuusart ! Ah happy together post canon klance, what we should’ve gotten 😭

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ohohooo i like this a LOT

lance wears waist beads and it drives keith crazy

he picked them out at some market while they were visiting a planet between missions, assuming it was just a long necklace. the vendor goes out of their way to measure lance’s waist and ensure it fits. (keith is barely holding it together while this is going on. what do you mean it’s the universal equivalent of 32 inches??) it has small glasslike beads, alternating shades of blue. they look just like his eyes. thus, lance buys it.

lance only wears the beads in civilians. but that means keith is lucky enough to see them:

when lance gets out of the shower and passes him (shirtless) on his way to his room

in the common room while he takes a nap and his shirt is crumpled up just enough to see the edge of his boxers, the plain of his stomach, and the beads at the same time

while he’s working out on the training deck (y’know, while he’s sweaty, flushed, and panting from exertion and keith just has to Not Notice™)

anytime lance just needs something to fidget with so he lifts up his shirt and fiddles with the beads between his fingers

keith has to physically stop himself from staring at lance’s stomach on multiple occasions and is damn near ready to grab lance by the beads and, cough, lose his composure on the nearest surface. yet abruptly lance decides to retire them under the guise of “not wanting them to break”

new objective: get lance more waist beads

priority: urgent

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hey guys i wrote a thing if you wanna check it out :3

SPIT N' CHAPSTICK!

pairing: keith x lance

Summary: Lance finds a pack of fruit flavoured chapstick at a space mall. What better way to test them out than on Keith?

"Keeeeeeith? Open the door, it's your favourite being in the whole wide universe!"

"Didn't realize you could talk, Kosmo."

"Shut up and open the door, Mullet."

There was a muffled chuckle as the door hissed open, and Keith was met with a suspiciously gleeful looking Lance. "What are you looking at me like that for?" he asked, eyebrows raised. Lance said nothing and waltzed past him into his room like he slept there every night (which was almost true, sometimes they slept in Lance's room).

"Lance?" Keith prompted, and watched as Lance pulled out a colourful something out of his jacket pocket. "What did you get this time?"

Lance grinned, brandishing the packaging proudly. "Chapstick!" he exclaimed, falling back on to Keith's covers, blue eyes bright and mischievous. Keith blinked. Lance bought skincare all the time. His bathroom was full of it. He was unusually excited about this one though. That can't be good.

"You wanted to show me this because...?" he trailed off as his boyfriend tore off the plastic packaging and let the colourful little tubes scatter across the sheets. Lance beckoned him to sit, so he did. "They're different flavours, see?" smiled his boyfriend, and when Keith stared at him blankly, he huffed and pulled out a blindfold. Keith cocked an eyebrow, again. "Is this a new kink?"

Lance spluttered indignantly. "What? No, you perv! You wear this and I wear the chapstick!"

"And then what?"

Lance groaned exasperatedly. "And he called me the dumb on- hey! Don't attack me! Bad mullet, bad!" He wrestled the blindfold around Keith's eyes after several minutes of play fighting. Sitting back on his knees, he grabbed a green chapstick tube and applied a generous layer on his lips.

"Lance what- mmph!?"

And Keith's brain was mush. Kissing Lance was his favourite hobby. Kissing Lance was what he did best. Kissing Lance when he tasted extra soft n' sweet because of this stupid chapstick was even better. And then Lance pulled away abruptly, a choked whine leaving Keith's mouth as he did so.

"What flavour was I wearing?"

"Huh...?" What was he yammering about?

Keith blinked dazedly against the blindfold, his hands finding Lance's waist, who seemed quite comfortable sat on his lap. Lance chuckled, dotingly.

"The chapstick, cariño, what flavour was it?" he asked again, already reaching for the next one, a pink tube this time. Keith tried to recall the taste, which was hard when Lance was shuffling around in his lap. "Uh...apple?" he tried, and when Lance let out a little "hooray!", he grinned.

"Ready for the next one, samurai?"

"Bring it, sharpshooter."

No. Do not bring it, sharpshooter. Keith was full of regrets an hour later, when all the fruit flavours had melded into one and he couldn't taste the difference between them anymore. What's worse, everytime he got the flavour wrong, Lance started all over again. What a mean, mean boyfriend he had.

The sounds they made as their lips connected were obscene, they sounded wet and sloppy and it was driving him fucking insane.

"Lance- hah- please, I can't!" Keith was breathless, face flushed, chest heaving, lips kissed red and slick with spit n' chapstick. Lance smiled against his mouth, barely touching him. "Want me to stop?" he purred, and he knew Keith would say not to. Another beautiful, broken whine left his lover's lips, and he took pity.

With a swift tug, Lance undid the blindfold. Keith squinted at the sudden change of light, and Lance could've kissed him for another hour. "Hey handsome," he smiled, thumbing at his cheek, and cooed when Keith leaned into the palm of his hand. "Hey yourself," replied Keith, taking in the sight of Lance, who looked wrecked, but in that rugged handsome way. His pink, swollen lips were curled into a grin, and he stared at him so fondly that Keith thought he might burst.

"Y'know, if you wanted to make out for a while you could've just asked me, Lance."

Lance laughed softly, pulling his boyfriend closer, the tubes of chapstick rolling on to the floor, forgotten. "Yeah, but this was funner!" he sighed, snuggling into Keith's arms. Keith snorted.

"You mean more fun."

"Shut your quiznak!"

"I still don't think you're using that word correctly."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, dropout."

They stared at each other for a moment before cracking into giggles again.

haha it's klance o'clock now let me sleep

love you lots xo - bluu <3

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I love them so much

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how it feels reading a langst fic that the author EXPLICITLY STATED IT HAS A SAD ENDING only to get upset when i reach said sad ending

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my headcanons for the phones of each paladin

Lance: a blue hand-me-down iPhone XR from his siblings that's got a faulty volume button so whenever he tries to adjust the sound it sometimes blares out the audio uncontrollably.p

Keith: a trusty foldable Motorola razr that he can tuck into any pocket. has a habit of snapping it shut when he's hanging up on people

Pidge: idfk some high tech gaming android like the ASUS ROG 9 Pro because she's green and cool

Hunk: Galaxy S24 Ultra that he bought to film cooking content but also to game with Pidge from time to time. has a habit of forgetting to film himself cooking, but he doesn't mind bc he gets to make it all over again <3

Shiro: idk he just uses his arm no phone can top that

Allura: would probably have the white iPhone 16 Pro Max to have high quality photo shoots with her mice. proceeds to spam the gc with pics of the mice in lil hats, the mice stacked on top of one another, the mice in tiny wigs, the works

Coran: nokia brick. makes people call him just so he can boogie to the "deeneeneenee deeneeneenee deeneeneenee neeeee" , even if they're in the same room

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AEUGHAWHAWAWAWAWAWHAHAHAWAWA IM SOBBING I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

My entry for the amazing ancient greek au dtiys from @haibunnyy has me listening to Epic the Musical, good stuff!

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I THOUGHT IT WAS A PREGNANCY TEST HELP

Just a boy and his Swiss Army knife

Colored version!

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”on gang.”

and this is the gang

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This started as a warmup but then got carried away

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ouuuu i’m inspired !!! congrats on 700 !!! <3

Thank you all so much for 700 followers!! To celebrate, I thought it might be fun to host a collaborative art & writing event. It’s been a challenging time for the fan content community due to AI & spam commenting, so we should support each other!!

RULES:

WRITERS—

Create a piece based on one or more of the following prompts (all themes I adore, obviously):

Lance and Keith get in a disastrous situation. It’s a little funny, but also a little terrifying.

Red paladin & black paladin dynamics

Post-canon klance reconciliation (bonus points for Kosmo)

Found family Voltron team dynamics

Garrison Trio

Princess Allura & duty/loyalty

PLEASE keep all pieces between 500-2.5K words. You’re welcome to post on Ao3, Tumblr, or Instagram, but please tag me somehow! Use the hashtag #bluemantics700.

ARTISTS—

To enter, make art based on one of the above writer prompts!

OR: make art based on a submitted fanfic! I love this option because it increases community in vld fandom ❤️ if you choose this, please tag the author in your post!

Feel free to post on Tumblr & Instagram and tag me! Also please use the hashtags #bluemantics700.

I will repost ALL entries to my Insta story/main Tumblr account. The deadline is August 25th! If I didn’t repost your work, please DM me.

That’s all, folks! Have fun!!

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morning ritual 🍵💖

Don’t repost (reblog ok). Don’t pin to pinterest, don’t post to wattpad/twitter/instagram/facebook or anywhere else.

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Klance is canon klance is canon the universe told me so guys they spoke to me and said that klance is super canon and always has been!!!!!!!!!!

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“haha stopppp that tickles!”

“𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩.”

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ugly crying because i need them to kiss NEOW