#klance cuddles

[autisticlancemcclain]

Whoever came up with the term ‘draining your social batteries’ was one hundred percent correct, because that’s the exact feeling. Keith feels like he’s physically dragging himself down the dark hallways of the castle, like his duracells are barely puttering along enough to get him back to his room.

God, Keith fucking hates having to go to diplomatic missions alone. (Well, he wasn’t really alone. But Retired Shiro is about as helpful as a rubber duck, so. He mostly just comes along so he can wear his horrible dad shirts in public and be complimented on them, and to tease Keith at every given moment.)

There is one good part about having such a draining day, though: when he finally makes it to his room, door sliding open at the press of his hand, the scent of Lance’s floral shampoo and the sound of his gentle humming is like injecting concentrated relief into his veins. Like all his batteries got zapped by Zeus himself.

It’s a great feeling, is what Keith is trying to say.

“Hi, baby,” Lance says with great amusement when Keith flops on top of him with a groan. “Long day?”

“You know it was,” Keith mutters, batting Lance’s book from his hands and securing them in Keith’s hair, face pressed into his chest and legs tangled together.

Lance takes the hint and starts carefully detangling the mess that is Keith’s helmet hair, laughing softly to himself.

“It can’t have been all bad, hm? I’m sure there were some good parts.”

The quiet, reflective optimism makes Keith smile. It’s such a Lance thing to say — to be so sure that there must have been a good side, at least some sort of silver lining.

“I guess so,” he relents. “There was this pretty interesting tour of their history museum in the beginning. You know how the Floxions have all those freckles?”

“They’re the pink ones, yeah?”

“Yep.”

“Then yes, I know.”

Keith shudders as Lance runs his nails through a particularly sensitive part of his scalp. “Well, they have this belief that each of the marks is a place where they were kissed by a lover in a past life. I thought that was kinda cute.”

“Huh.”

Lance pulls his hands away, making Keith open his eyes and pout at him in protest, because hey. He had a hard day. He deserves to be petted.

But Lance doesn’t notice — he’s busy looking down at his bare legs, pulling down the waistband of his shorts slightly the glance at his hip. Then he tilts his head down to his chest. Finally he looks back at Keith, brows raised playfully.

“You were a fuckin’ horndog in our last life, then, babe. I have freckles all over.”

And then he bursts into giggles, covering his mouth with his hand and scrunching his face so hard Keith can barely see the brown of his eyes.

It’s a joke. Lance is teasing him, poking fun at the way Keith likes to kiss him all over and mark him up when they make love. This is nothing new, really, nothing he hasn’t heard a thousand times before.

But that’s not why Keith’s mouth has gone dry, or why he stares at his lover in a quiet sort of awe. It’s that Lance heard about marks from a past life, of the imprints a lover might make on your soul, and he didn’t even hesitate before thinking of Keith. Didn’t consider any other option, exhaust any other possibility — he was as sure as the day is long that his soul is entwined, unquestionably, with Keith’s. As if they have been each other’s since the dawn of time, in every life, in every way.

“I love you,” Keith says, a little helplessly. It doesn’t feel like enough. How can three little words capture the intensity he’s feeling in his chest, his throat, his lungs? How can eight letters convey the desperate kind of devotion that burns through his veins? How could any combination of sounds ever be enough to press the all consuming fire that burns for Lance, in every one of Keith’s cells, in the very molecules that make him?

It’s not enough. It will never be enough.

But Lance seems to understand, anyway.

“I know,” he says cheekily. “You’ve apparently been showing me for dozens of lifetimes, to cover me in marks this much.”

Keith snorts, settling on Lance’s thighs and pushing him back on the bed, grinning as Lance’s breath catches slightly. He leans down to press a lingering kiss to the juncture of Lance’s neck, and then another, and another and another and another, kissing down his shoulders and collarbone until Lance finally gasps, hands gripping the fabric of Keith’s shirt.

“When I’m done with you tonight, your next life will have more marks than clear skin.”

[haryuusart]

Hi! May I suggest some klance for your art requests?? Something soft, maybe just cuddles on the couch? Maybe a little Kosmo next to them :)

Oooo or another idea: just them standing next to each other holding hands in their paladin suits

Thank you so much for your request!✨

Save me cuddly klance... cuddly klance save me

No like I actually got emotional while I was drawing them pleaseeeee thank you SO much for this idea, this was really fun to draw ❣️

Please zoom in for details!!!! It looks much better than zoomed out 😭

[clarianes]

Kosmo might be a bit too heavy but I think they're too comfortable to care (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)

[tomakehimfreeart]

[coolnonsenseworld]

I wanted to say that outside of semantics and divisions - I am simply happy to find communities that welcome with kindness - that welcome you by a good heart and not the ability to conform. I am happy for the opportunity to be surrounded by people who care. It's a funny world we live in - making the same mistakes over and over, multiplying the same suffering by billions. I don't think I hope for an utopia anymore, I don't think such a thing exists - but you can't call me hopeless either. And that's what matters.

As a side note - this piece is set in DanceAU, which might be better known to Patrons so far, but still it was the best and most fitting option for this occasion..... also there are 12 DanceAU pieces incoming, because I might be making another calendar so. get familiar with these mutts

[alluraaaa]

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

[0xy--m0r0n]

more thunderpike. because they deserve it. they deserve everything.

except pike's ears. they suck.

[thefuzzzz]

Klance WIP bingo #5!!

Summary:

Word Count: 464

Chapters: 1/1

Description:

That night was different than most. Usually, Keith curled up and fell asleep, contained to his side of the bed and only allowing Lance's arm to drape over him lazily once he was dead asleep.

However, tonight, Keith moved just a bit closer and laid his head on Lance's shoulder. Lance thought he was having a heart attack.

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Keith is more affectionate than usual, fluff ensues

My Card:

[mikkomeeches]

i love all the klance art on valentines. klance is my favorite holiday

[theklancecollection]

Waking up with him - SasuSoul

Word Count: 8, 959

Summary: “And the Lance who knows exactly who he is and what he’s got to offer.” He finished, finally turning to look at him. The soft ocean-blue eyes that met him immediately took him off guard. Why did Lance have to be so beautiful? Beautiful and unavailable, he reminded himself

Come on, Keith. Say it! This is your last chance. He did not say it. In fact, he did not say anything at all. After that sentence, he just stopped completely. The only thing he managed to do was smile at him, trying his best to convey the message with his eyes and body language. You are my universe. The smile he got back was so fond and loving, almost as if… No. There was nothing there but friendship. He had chosen to give his heart to someone else. Someone strong and alluring. Someone Keith could never measure up to. Whom would you pick – the depressed orphan or the beautiful princess? The answer seemed obvious to him. This was what made Lance happy, and for that, Keith was grateful. At least one of us got what they wanted in the end.

What should have happened in Season 8: Episode 1 - Launch date.

Mirror of "Watching the sunset with him"

Rating: T

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Hey,” Lance whispers, brushing his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair. “Keith, baby. You up?” There’s no response. Not even a twitch. Keith remains completely out, mouth open and snoring, mumbling something every so often with a twitch of his hands.

Lance smiles softly. He runs gentle hands over Keith’s forehead, for a long time, just gently stroking the skin. Then he trails his fingertips over the bridge of his strong nose, thumb brushing over his cheekbones, memorizing the path of his faint, barely-there freckles.

“You’re my everything,” he whispers, completely awed. Keith is no more beautiful in sleep. There is crust on the corner of his eyelids, his hair’s a rat’s nest, and a trail of drool has just started to drip from the corner of his mouth.

He is every star in Lance’s sky. He is the sun cresting quietly over the horizon. He is the anticipation of the inhale, the relief of the exhale, the bubbling exhilaration of laughter and the burning feeling of a gentle touch.

He is everything.

Slowly Lance settles back onto the pillows. He’s not sure what woke him up, what dragged him awake, what compelled him to twist out of Keith’s hold and prop himself up on his elbows to stare.

He’s glad he did. He doesn’t always have the time to sit and watch, to caress rough and calloused skin, to sit with the stuttered beat of his heart and realise, startlingly, as if for the first time, that he has the unbelievable fortune to have Keith in his bed, in his arms, in his heart.

He’s startled, although he shouldn’t be, at the drip of tears down his cheeks. He lets the salty water blaze a hot trail down his skin, dripping onto their duvet, onto the pillows, onto Keith’s face.

“L’nce?” Keith mumbles, dragged from his slumber by the steady drip of Lance’s tears. “Y’good?”

“Yes,” Lance mumbles, hoarse, smile stretching his mouth almost painfully. He feels his love bubbling up through him, almost painful, choking in its hugeness. “Go back to sleep, mi alma.”

“‘Kay,” Keith says. He cracks one eye open, beautiful and indigo and dark, just as warm as it is bleary. “C’mere.” He opens his arms, wide and welcoming, and Lance doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t even pause. He falls into them easily, back to Keith’s chest, legs tangled together. Keith’s arms tighten around him immediately, even though he’s asleep again, easily cradling Lance like it’s reflex, like it’s automatic.

Like Lance is precious to him.

“Sleep,” Keith mumbles, pressing his lips to the back of Lance’s next and keeping them there.

“Okay.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

[honeyspeeches]

klance cuddles and kisses btw. if you even care.

[justaz]

big fan of klance being the best of friends circa s3-beginning of s4 and then having a falling out when keith joins the blade. so during their bff phase, they are attached at the hip and spend nights together in lance’s room (its completely platonic, they swear. so what if they wake up most mornings cuddled together? as long as they shift back before the other wakes it doesn’t count). they do facemasks and paint each other’s nails and talk about life before getting abducted into space and their dreams for the life they’ll build once they get back to earth. they sneak out at night and go swimming or train or try their hand at baking with alien ingredients. sometimes they don’t really do anything and will just sit in silence together while doing other things. keith will lay on lance’s bed and read while lance sits against the wall, their legs tangled together, and sews. anyways, they’re the best of friends, lance even made them matching friendship bracelets to prove it. when they go to planets, keith will go search in the market for charms to put on their bracelets while lance goes scouting for rocks to give keith for his rock collection.

i got carried away, my actual point is this: lance has this stim where he fiddles with the bracelet on his wrist while anxious/homesick and keith has this stim where he makes a loose fist and curls his pointer finger to brush it with his thumb (this is actually canon he does it in his little video diary on youtube). they both know of each other’s stim and take note of it so they know when to intervene and either comfort them or take their mind off it or even just insert themself into whatever issue has arisen to ease their burden. keith joins the blade and they have this falling out and don’t talk for a while (months for lance, years for keith since the whole space whale business) until keith comes back to the team and all that shit goes down and they head back to earth. things are different now between them as they’ve both changed since they last saw each other and they always seem just offbeat. until a problem arises and keith notices that instead of lance going for his bracelet to fiddle with it, he makes a loose fist and rubs his pointer finger with his thumb. keith is a little surprised until he notices the cool metal between his fingers and looks down to find himself fiddling with his bracelet

[coolnonsenseworld]

At the end of 2022/In the beginning of 2023 I've sent postcards to Patrons and also added sketches for each of them. There were two copies - one to which I added a few details with a liner only for Patrons to keep, and the other printed on white to use as a coloring page or simply keep separately.

Here are all the sketches and I hope everyone who received the Postcard enjoyed getting it!!

You can still get the print of the Postcard (the winter one) separately in the shops - https://linktr.ee/mezzy

And here are credits which Patrons left - HEX was drawn for @caeseria-k , Cheek kiss for @not-so-sunnie, Kosmo Cuddle for sampai_writes (IG) , Cuddlers + Klance for luon-von (Twt), wintery one for @thestargazerfiles and a lap cuddle for @luchsmaedchen !

Big thanks to all the other Patrons!!! I wouldn't be here if not for them and sharing all this within a welcoming, understanding part of the fandom means SO MUCH, and it warms my heart to have the support not only for my fandom creations, but also for me as a person and artist. I mean. I don't assume. Maybe some are there just for klance, that's fine too. But I feel like I've met friends there based on a world of creation, anything I know about my Patrons, is they are so successful, creative and kind ToT. And listen... it's been seven years of Klance, and I still see people having new things to say about them.

Have an amazing week everyone <3

[catsushinyakajima]

KLANCE HEADCANONS

(My friend yelled at for making this instead of studying)

They play tag around the castle. It’s not even a cute silly game like they murderously chase each other through the halls like their life depends on it. It’s more exhausting than training.

Keith is such a lowkey/casual romantic. Like when Lance initiates things he’ll just be like 🧍like:

Lance: kisses him on the cheek. Keith: 👍

BUT BUT BUT he’ll be so good at initiating things back that have Lance like sgkdhekdvdkfn. Like he’ll fix Lances hair and sling an arm around his waist and Lance is like

WHY IS THE EMOJI SO BIG DJEVEKFCDJ anyways

Lance is hundred percent the guy to scream “that’s my boyfriend!!” Whenever Keith does Any accomplishments

They are so bad at sharing a bed like cuddling will be cute until they’re actually asleep and then there’s just kicking in their sleep or someone lands on top of the other or whatever

Keith picks up lingo from Lance. Like catch Keith in his sassy era

As loud as Lance is, he’s observant. He’ll notice when Keith hadn’t eaten or slept too much or if his head isn’t in the game. He won’t even say anything, he’ll just do something that slightly makes it better

Keith doesn’t snack a lot but Lance does so he carries snacks for him

Lance helped Keith aim a gun and obviously did the whole standing behind u really close while holding you thing and Keith lost his shit.

He did the same back to Lance and Lance almost impaled him with a sword

Lance makes Keith waltz with him when they’re alone and there’s no fighting. Just them alone in the castle dancing. Lance is not a very good waltzer. Keith is even worse.

They try new hobbies together.

[spaceaces00]

Klance Sleeping Headcanons

We know Lance sleeps with his gear like a log and Keith has got shoes and normie clothes in bed - let’s think of some more lol

At the start of the relationship, they would cuddle together but with more time Keith has to cuddle into Lance bc he needs to sleep like a corpse or his back starts hurting

YOU CANT TELL ME KEITH DOESNT DO THAT STUPID MAN TWITCH (Lance is so wildly concerned in the beginning but then just pushes Keith over)

Lance talks in his sleep and Keith will try to have vague conversations

They hold hands while sleeping

Lance gets Keith to at least wear those thick sock slippers bc no shoes in the bed that’s weird

Keith wakes up before Lance

But Lance goes to bed before Keith lol

Keith snores like a truck and at first Lance doesn’t even know bc of his headphones but then on a mission everyone had to camp out and wow it’s loud