#lance is keith's impulse control

[torveiglyart]

He has arrived. Like the prophecy foretold~

aka me living up to my last post.

As much as I love Black Paladin Lance, I think it only would have worked after the whole Lotor thing. Back in season 3, Lance respected Keith as their leader and vice versa, but, had the roles been reversed, I think there would have been a struggle on both sides. Keith would have a hard time respecting Lance as an authoritative figure, and Lance would struggle listening to Keith and not always lead with the team's needs in mind. Lance was kind of Keith's impulse control in the new set up, whereas a RP Keith and BP Lance would create a power imbalance. Keith respects Lance as an equal, and Lance respects Keith as authority. When Keith leaves, however, the dynamic shifts.

Lance respects Shiro as his hero and leader, but Shiro consistently does not acknowledge Lance as his right hand, and by extension, his equal. Lance is pushed aside again and again, but everyone else listens to Shiro so there's not much he can do. When Keith comes back, there's a new relationship between the two.

Lance appreciates Keith's insight and decisions more after the lack of acknowledgment from Shiro, and Keith is more accepting of authoritative figures telling him what to do thanks to the BoM. It's at this point where a BP Lance would work out. How it would get to a lion switch again, I have no clue, but I do think a changing of the guards part 2 would be a good way to show Lance's character development instead of *sighs* garfle warfle snik and allurance.

Honestly I think allurance should have happened sooner and then like a whole 'soul searching filler' episode where they break up on good terms. It's too often we find permanent or sad endings with media relationships. It would have been nice to see a "hey maybe this doesn't work. Friends?" from Lance and Allura.

Okay, another unrelated thing (sorry). Can someone please tell me the real reason Keith voted Lance in GWSnik? 'Cause "I don't want to spend an eternity with you" is sooooo not a legit answer. He should have voted himself if that were the reason. Is it because he felt bad for Lance? He didn't want him getting called dumb for an eternity? He didn't think anyone else would vote him? Does he actually think Lance was the best person to carry Voltron? Or is he just a sad gay in space?

I guess you can answer in the comments or a reblog but, yeah! Those are my thoughts on Black Paladin Lance! Thanks!

[autisticlancemcclain]

Keith doesn’t miss Earth the way everyone else does.

He does miss it, of course. He had a few months early in their journey that he stubbornly insisted he didn’t, but he’s grown enough now to admit that yeah, wifi was nice. So was non-recycled air. And a yellow sun. (God, it’s so weird to genuinely miss a yellow sun. He never thought that shit mattered.) None of this even covers how much he misses, to his grand shock, the culture of Earth — it’s strange and humbling to have to explain what a car is. Or a country. Or the concept of global warming, which is an embarrassing thing to have to put into words to someone who’s never really heard of it. (Like genuinely very humiliating. Explaining to someone that they very nearly shortened the life span of humanity because of consumerism, essentially, is something he still thinks of and just shudders.)

Mostly, though, he’s happy to be in space. Space is weird as shit and so is he, so he feels like he has an easier time just functioning, really. He likes the untethered-ness of it all, the lack of general structure. He doesn’t spend a lot of time wishing things were different.

Except for right now.

His sword, which he has been boredly slashing and poking at the wall of the Empire ship, gets stuck in the tiny crack where two sheets of metal panelling are pushed together. He huffs grouchily at it, pulling it out, then has to plant his boot on the wall and yank when it refuses to do so. The tip of the blade gets unstuck quicker than he’d expected and the change in force startles him, sending him sprawling on the floor.

He scrambles to his feet, bright red, clearing his throat and trying to roll his shoulders casually, as if he was intentionally on the floor. He looks like a huge massive dork, so thankfully no one was looking his way anyway.

“Are y’all almost done?” he calls, trying really hard to sound like he’s just innocently inquiring and not whining. It is no easy task — he’s bored and he’s hungry and he’s restless and this stupid ship smells like a stale refrigerator and he’s really really bored, in case he forgot to mention.

He scowls when no one answers, sticking out his tongue at the green and yellow paladins, both of whom are hunched over a control pad, wires everywhere, trying to hack in or out of something. Keith’s not sure. They told him and Lance to keep watch at the door and then stopped responding, basically.

This is the part of Earth that Keith has missed. Back home, Keith got to do all the investigative shit, too. Don’t get him wrong, he likes being the stabby one, as Shiro has so patronizingly put it; he likes being the one to run head first into conflict with a smirk on his face and a sword on the ready. It’s fun to be the impulsive one and be rewarded for it. It’s fun to be able to wreck Empire shit and practice witty one-liners to shoot off at annoying generals and sergeants or whatever the Galra equivalent is, just to watch their eyes twitch in rage before Keith cracks them one. All missions are two parts, essentially, fucking around and finding out, and Keith loves having free reign to fuck around.

He just wishes he got to be part of the finding out, too.

He sighs, long and loud and petulant because obviously no one is listening. He knows that his investigative research with Blue was at a very different level than all the stuff Hunk and Pidge do. He understands that on an objective level. If he wants to be part of the find out portion then he has to be prepared, has to put in the effort to learn and keep learning, to know how to recognise red flags and read code and all that nerd shit.

But computer science is just so boring.

Keith is a science person. Duh. He went to pilot school. Physics was eighty percent of that whole spiel, and he’s always had an affinity for chemistry, even if said affinity caused a lot of explosions and also Adam’s blood pressure condition. Science is cool as shit.

But coding is fucking boring. He has tried and tried to sit down and learn it, but every time Pidge tries to explain the basics his eyes glaze right over, and it’s not fair to her to waste her time.

He sighs again. He gets to wait, then.

Deciding that he’d rather not slash a hundred new scratches in the ship’s wall, lest the damn bridge feel more like a prison cell than it already does, he starts to pace, swinging his sword back and forth randomly. He could try to practice a few of the techniques and swordplay choreo he’s been learning, but that’s no fun without a partner. He’s become spoiled with the castle’s training bot. With Shiro hanging back with Coran and Allura, there’s no one around to clash swords with.

He perks up. There is, actually. He forgot that Lance had unlocked a sword when he first got switched to Red.

He spins around, trying to find where Lance ducked off to. He expected to find him leaning on Hunk’s back or pestering Pidge, like he often does — they’ve long since learned to work around him — but he’s nowhere to be found. Keith walks around the area, poking his sword at piles of sentry parts he cut up a few hours ago, peeking behind control panels and various big important chairs. Nothing.

“Lance?” Keith calls softly. Something like worry sours his stomach.

Please, for the love of all things good and holy, don’t let Lance have been hurt or taken this whole time. Keith will never forgive himself.

Thankfully, a hand sticks up by the far end of the bridge, blue armour glinting in the ugly purple lighting. Keith heaves a huge sigh of relief, jogging over. He thought he’d seen Lance before Hunk and Pidge had hunkered down to get info. But in that brief moment of panic, he wasn’t sure.

“Whatcha doing?” he asks as he comes close enough to Lance to speak. The red paladin has wedged himself between some kind of steel storage bin and the wall, in an impossibly narrow sliver of space, which explains why Keith missed him when he was looking.

Lance doesn’t answer right away, instead nudging a roll of wire with his foot. He has something resting in his lap, and wire is looped around his fingers, sliding back and forth as he carefully weaves it into a pattern. Keith watches, intrigued, for several passes of the craft.

“Nicked it from Team Punk when they really started to get wrapped up in their nerd corner,” he explains, finally looking up at Keith to shoot him a wry grin. Keith grins back. “Standing guard is boring as hell, especially when we took out all the sentries and barred the doors. And the castle is parked outside, so hell if I know what we’re guarding for.”

“Fuck, I know,” Keith groans, sitting down in front of him. Honestly, there is no real reason for them to be here. He half suspects Shiro has sent them all out for some peace and quiet, which is rude.

He grabs the spool of wire by Lance’s feet, inspecting it carefully. It’s very thin, and flat instead of a round tube-ish shape that wire usually is. There are two wrapped around the spool, too, one red and one blue. Keith curiously looks back over to Lance’s lap, trying to get a better look at what he’s doing with the wire. He doubts it’s anything mechanical — Lance gets as bored as he does when Hunk and Pidge try to explain stuff — but he’s intrigued on what has kept Lance’s interest for so long.

He’s surprised to find that he recognises what Lance is making, or at least sort of. It’s a long, spiralling chain, like the wire has been woven together to make some kind of mini spiralled staircase. He remembers, although vaguely, seeing other kids at recess in elementary school, sat down all over the place, clambering all over each other with flat plastic string, making boxy keychains or scratching spiral bracelets.

“Oh, hey, I know that stuff,” he says. He scrunches his face, trying to recall the name of the craft and coming up completely empty. It’s not friendship bracelets, the string was too stiff for that. Not that loom elastic thing either. “I don’t know the name, though.”

Lance chuckles lightly, sliding a last piece of string through a loop before tying it all off. He hooks it next a growing collection of them that Keith just notices, with a wide array of colours and patterns, hanging off his utility belt like leaves from a branch.

“I don’t know the name, either.” He tilts his head in consideration. “Well, I do. I googled it once, and I got some strange French name that didn’t fit, so I never used it. No one ever, like, sought it out or anything. Someone just came to school with a pack of the thread and everyone was obsessed with it for a week before forgetting about it.”

Keith tilts his head in acknowledgment. That’s what he remembers, too, but he doesn’t remember ever having any friends who would give him any of the string to try, nor was he ever comfortable enough with whatever foster parents he had to fumble through a request for the string.

“…Can I try?” he mumbles, after watching Lance start and weave a new one. He’s not entirely sure why, but suddenly his cheeks are red, and shyness pricks at the back of his neck. He’s suddenly nervous that Lance is gonna laugh at him, gonna tell him no, gonna give him a weird look for asking at all.

It’s ridiculous. Lance wouldn’t do that, and there’s nothing wrong with Keith asking. But he feels the nerves anyway.

“Sure,” Lance says easily, tugging on the strings and setting his chain aside. He smiles brightly at Keith, brown eyes crinkled and soft, and although the shyness fades away his blush goes nowhere. If anything, Keith feels his face get hotter. “What colours do you want?”

Keith clears his throat, wishing the flush away. He points to the red and blue spool he’d seen first. Lance quickly unravels thread to the length of his arm, matching up both colours before cutting. He sets the spool to the side then carefully lines up both threads, folding them in half and wrapping them over his thumb too quickly for Keith to see what he does exactly.

“I’ll start it for you, ‘cause it’s hard.”

“Hey,” Keith protests immediately. “I can start my own.”

Lance raises an eyebrow. He blinks at him, slowly, for several moments. Keith huffs and looks away.

When he looks back, Lance is grinning, and he holds out the carefully started craft.

“It’s genuinely very difficult to start them,” he promises. “I’m the only one of my siblings who knows, they used to ask me to start theirs all the time. It’s way easier to do rather than start, trust me.”

That mollifies Keith a little. He does trust Lance, and now that he thinks about it he can vaguely recall how one person on the playground would hold court while a million people crowded around them, fielding dozens of requests for starts.

“Okay, watch me first, then I’ll walk you through doing it yourself.” Slower than he was moving before, Lance loops and weaves the thread, taking great care to keep his hands open so Keith can see the entire process. The chain he’s making looks different from the one he made earlier, and Keith says as much.

“Yeah, this one’s a box chain, it’s way easier. The spiral one is hard.” He snorts at Keith’s pout. “Don’t give me that look, doofus. You can work your way up to spiral. Try this one for now, okay?”

He hands the started chain off to Keith, then scoots out from his little nook, settling in beside Keith to help guide his hands.

Right beside Keith. His entire left side is pressed against Keith’s entire right, and he slides one hand under Keith’s arm, accidentally brushing across Keith’s ribs, to help guide his hands. Keith tries everything he can to stay still, breathing shallowly out his mouth, determined not to move even a muscle, either so Lance doesn’t move or does he’s not sure. He’s not sure what’ll make him feel less like he’s going to explode, less like every spot Lance touches isn’t going to burst into flames.

“Okay, start with the loops. See how there’s already kind of a square shape? Flip the red thread in either side of it, yeah, like that. There should be two loops and the extra string should hang opposite of each other. Okay, now take the blue string, and weave it over and under — yeah, just like that! It should create four mini squares in a big square, you nailed it.”

Lance looks up at him to shoot him that big beaming grin again, and Keith tries to muster a weak smile back at him, realising for the first time that he has yet to breathe and he should probably do that before the spots in his vision get any worse and he passes out.

This is fine, this is normal, Lance touches people all the time. He is a touchy person. This is so not worth him going batty about, what is his brain’s deal.

“Alright, now loop the extra thread around your fingers and pull it away from each other. It’s kind of a pain because it’s super smooth so it doesn’t really want to stay together, and it takes a learning curve, but — oh, hey, you got it! Good job. Now do it again.”

Trying to remind himself to breathe every few seconds, Keith repeats what Lance taught him, over and over again until the chain starts to look like an actual chain, to Keith’s pleasure. He’s fascinated by the quick way the squares build, how the layers are so thin but it doesn’t take long at all for them to stack into something longer than his pinky finger.

Keith blinks, startled, when Hunk and Pidge clap their hands, calling out that it’s time to go. He realises that there’s a bit of a crick in his neck from hunching over, the tips of his fingers feel raw, and the chain has become as long as his hand. Although it hasn’t felt like more than a few minutes, he’s clearly been doing this for a while.

This is amazing. A boring mission has never flown by this fast before!

“Looks great,” Lance says, genuine pull of his brows belying the truth to his words — he’s not just saying that at all. “You picked that up fast.”

Keith coughs, standing on wobbly, half-asleep legs. “Uh, yeah. I’m good with my hands.”

Lance makes a strange noise as he bends down and tucks the spools of wire away, a muffled, kind of derisive snicker. “Yeah, I bet you are,” he mumbles to himself, turned away, as if he didn’t mean for Keith to hear it.

Keith stumbles. His jaw drops. Lance is out the door and on his way to his lion before Keith can react.

He twirls his chain in his hands when he finally remembers how to do other things rhan have Lance’s words repeat in his head a bajillion times, walking slowly to his own lion. His right side still tingles ever place Lance touched it. He grins a little to himself, remembering the easy way Lance guided his fingers, smiled at him.

Maybe these boring missions aren’t so bad after all, actually.

[shatterinseconds]

laundry & taxes

Keithtober '23 week 4

It hits Keith two years later. Two years after the end of the war, a year and a half after he and Lance started dating, four months since they proposed to each other, three days before their planned elopement. 

He made it.

He hunches over the sink where dishes sit in water, left from soaking overnight, and his fingers curl around the edge of the countertop, knuckles white. It’s past dawn now, but only just. The sun’s rays warm his face and wrap around his body as the sun rises past the horizon. He puts a hand up near his eyes, not surprised to find the corners of them wet, and he smiles.

“Keith, what’s wrong? What happened?” Lance asks as he suddenly rests a tentative hand on his shoulder. Keith almost startles, not having heard Lance’s approach at all, but controls the impulse in time. Lance may like to sleep in late but he is quick to wake at any sound if needed, a by-product of war—-though Keith didn’t think he made any noise. Maybe it was intuition.

When he doesn’t make a move to brush Lance off, Lance wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. Keith finally shakes his head at Lance’s initial question and dabs the corner of his eye with the heel of his hand. “I’m okay. I was just… I just realized I got what I never thought I’d ever have.”

Lance’s hair is mused from bed, morning stubble dotting his jawline. Drool crusts the corner of his mouth and he is so beautiful. “Keith,” Lance breathes softly, reaching forward to brush his hair out of his face.

“I got a family,” Keith mumbles and kisses Lance. Folding into the push and pull, he feels the curl of Lance’s lips stretching into a grin as he chases after them. Keith pulls back with a smile of his own and his eyes remain closed. “I made it.”

His younger self would never believe him, would call him a liar and maybe spit in his face for giving him false hope. But it’s not false hope. Not anymore. Not with Lance.

He opens his eyes to find Lance staring at him in complete adoration as he cups the side of his face, fingers twisting in his hair. “Thank you,” Keith says against Lance’s skin. 

“No need to thank me, Mullet. You did it all on your own.”

Keith laughs at the old nickname, and Lance shifts their positions so his arms hang off Keith’s shoulders and Keith’s hands find the perfect spot on Lance’s waist. Together, they sway in the kitchen, not caring that there’s no music. They have each other and that’s what matters most.

[keithkog]

My impulse control is not mental, it takes the form of Shiro and Lance.

-Keith

[silentwillowwhisperer]

Lance would totally get mad at Keith for nomming his stuff. Like, he’d leave to hang with Hunk, and when he comes back, there’s teeth marks on his shampoo bottles and lion slippers. (His bathrobe is also suspiciously soggy.)

The question is, is it Galra instinct or just Keith being Keith?

I kinda want it to be both. It’s a typical Galra instinct to want to chew on their partner’s belongings (a show of territory?) But Lance can’t get mad at Keith for that because he himself has issues with possessiveness/protectiveness (as well as jealousy).

However, Galra can usually control it because they’re taught as kids to manage their instincts and act as soldiers. Keith did not receive this treatment. He spent his childhood getting yelled at for teething on things way past the point at which he lost his last baby tooth (which was pretty early). Because of this, he tries desperately to restrain himself and bottle up his impulses.

Which means this can be lead back to the fact that Keith did not have the correct upbringing for a half galra child and it’s just the way he is.

Either way, at least it’s just teeth and not anything else.

The amount of times that Keith has randomly chomped into Lance’s shoulder, though, is concerning.

[discordiansamba]

thinking about them again (the pidge and keith ageswap). incredibly scrappy 15 year old Keith whose foster dad Adam won't let him fuck off to the desert to follow weird energies and 18 year old Pidge who was already a cadet at the Garrison and didn't impulsively blow her chances at gathering intelligence by getting caught hacking into Iverson's computer... but you best believe she's spying on the Garrison.

Pidge old enough to have a handle on her own impulsivity. Keith young enough that he hasn't developed the faint amount of impulse control he has in canon. She has to drag this child out of Iverson's office when she catches him rooting around in his (physical) files. She only gets him to promise stop breaking in by swearing not to tell Adam and also agreeing that she'll share info with him.

Pidge not knowing just what she's gotten herself into.

(Also Lance having a one-sided rivalry with a fifteen year old this time. Keith still does not notice. Sorry Lance.)

[esile-pr23]

secret dating klance but one of them is kidnapped or some shit but the rest of the team doesn’t know so the remaining one is losing their mind and either completely despondent or enraged. think like s1-3 vibes and bonus points if Keith, mr. impulse control issues himself, is left behind and forced to sit by and wait.

And imagine lances captors are sending video proof he’s alive, each transmission showing him more bruised and bloody than the day before and it’s been weeks but he still snarks his kidnappers. eventually they have enough of him and just fuckin stab him or something on video and he’s screaming and Keith just goes ballistic. And he’s yelling and throwing shit and pidge and hunk are terrified and shiros frozen and corans trying to calm him down. And the video and lances screaming cuts out and suddenly it’s quiet Keith just starts sobbing and he’s still trying to fight, trying to do something, and shiro rushes up to him to restrain him and he just. falls apart. and the teams never seen him like this before and they have no idea what to do.

and later the team starts to pick up on Keith’s feelings too; pidge finds Keith staring out the window of the observatory, lances blanket around his shoulders, and she just knows. And she sits next to him for a while and then says, “you love him, don’t you.” And Keith kinda freezes bc he really didn’t wanna do this w/o Lance, they were gonna tell everyone together so he’s abt to say some shit abt how ofc he loves him, he loves everyone on the team-

“don’t even try to deny it man, you’re literally wearing his shirt right now” and Keith kinda stutters but starts to laugh a little and says “yeah i really do” and they go back to looking out the window.

fast forward to them finally getting Lance back. the team rushes to meet him in the hangar and they see him emerge from the ship on shaky legs, arm around shiros shoulders, and him and Keith see each other and the tears immediately start pouring. Lance shakes off shiro and he’s walking to Lance and Keith’s running and they crash together, sobbing and clutching at each others clothes and Keith takes lances face in his hands so gently and presses their foreheads together and whispers “I love you I missed you so much” over and over and over

anyways that kinda got away from me WHOOPS

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

VF Lance HCs

It's been a little bit since my last HC list, but I want to write down what I've got on my second favorite blorbo, also because I can't remember if I did one for him already

This got long, so for dash purposes the hcs are under the cut <3

He's an orphan > basically taking from i believe both the comics and V3D, Lance lived on a colony planet. One day a space pirate raid happened and killed everyone in the small village he lived in except for Lance, he did try to get home when he saw it happen but fire errupted and blocked him from getting back. It kinda turned out to be a good thing because any pirates on the ground completely missed him, almost like the fire had protected him

He was in the adoption system until joining the military > Since he was technically an Earth citizen, he was taken back to Earth to be put in the system, he bounced around homes a lot because of the trouble he'd cause or straight up because people thought he was too broken to be a good kid to care for. Eventually, at 16, the GA offered him a place and a way to get revenge for the raid, so he didn't even hesitate on taking up the offer

He's anti-military > Lance isn't stupid, he was in the system for a long time and because he bounced so often he learned to read people well. He knew the GA was taking advantage of him and his grief but he didn't care as long as he got what he wanted. Unrelated to him though he publicly hates the military because of how unnecessary it is most of the time and because the GG itself is a shit organization

He's part alien > Coming from a colony planet, it's no surprise more than just humans were there to settle. Lance doesn't know what species he's a part of but he knows it was far back enough that the family members he knew about didn't look like anything but human. Though he does have his suspisions even though he never says it out loud because his ear shape looks oh so familiar to one of the alien races he is in contact with a lot

He has a sixth sense > Now Lance doesn't really have tangible evidence of it but it's a hell of a coincidence for his gut to tell him something is wrong and be right about it every single time. Even the force (as cadets) didn't believe it at first until it kept happening, he has debated on opening a psychic stall to get easy cash.

He dyed his hair ginger > In my redesign of him I did give him ginger hair but I've decided to change that. Feeling like he had no control in his life during the 5 years working with Wade, he impulsively dyed his hair ginger. Hunk and Pidge laughed at him but it was pay back for laughing at Pidge's new haircut that made him look even shorter than before

He's a wine mom to the cadets > It's no secret he's tired of the cadets pulling stupid stunts, especially the kind of stunts HE did when he was only a few years older than them. Those kids drive him to alcoholism but goddamn does he worry about and love them a lot. He didn't want to bring the cadets into the fight so early but the only consolation he gets is that there's seasoned superiors to help them out compared to his own team being alone and forced to figure it out themselves

He's an alcoholic and nicotine dependent > Lance would rather not talk about when he started smoking, but he got started drink the same way every other teen who grew up to become an alcoholic did, underage drinking at parties. Eventually, he got so tired of the shit the academy would do to him that he drank and smoke as a release, which started him on his addition for both. Now being back on Arus, he still does both but he's been trying to quit smoking at least, mainly because of Pidge and Allura and now including the cadets. He and Keith still drink a lot together though so that isn't going away soon

He flirts for fun > Lance had originally flirted to hopefully start a relationship with someone or just to get lucky tbh, but eventually he got tired of it. Now he just flirts because he likes the reactions but he never intends to make anything seriously go down. The only people he ever actively flirts with are his team (sans cadets obvs) because they know he doesn't mean it and they even flirt back for the hell of it sometimes

He plays piano > this man SUCKS at every other instrument other than piano, he doesn't know what it is that makes him terrible at it but after he learned piano he's made sure not to get too rusty every once in a while. Sometimes he and Pidge do duets on the grand piano that the castle has in one of its rooms, it's one of their ways of bonding since Pidge is the only other person who knows how to play

Lance has a passion for teaching > He absolutely loves to teach, while working in the garrison as a flight instructor it was one of the few things he actualy enjoyed, the paperwork much less. He discovered this when first training Allura to be a pilot and member of the lion force, his nack for noticing the small things helped guide her to being the force of unruly ocean she is today. This is also the reason he's the cadets main mentor, he knows what to get done and even if the paperwork is boring the cirriculum is fitted to work with him as well

He has a slight pyrokinetic power > This only manifested after the pilots had died in their lions during their comet episode in dotu. The lions themselves had revived each of their pilots and with that, they all became forever tied to each other. A side affect of this is access to some mystical abilities, for Lance he accidentally sets things on fire, legitimately he doesn't know how to control it. Plus if he gets worked up about something, the immediate area around him has its temperature spike. He also has more access to the lions magical abilities but that's kinda unrelated as everyone else has that too.

I have a ton more that I both can and can't remember but I'll stop it at this, i'll probably make another and link this one to it

[scattered-winter]

for the ask game, ink?

A few minutes later, a squirming Lance was under the needle; the discomfort wasn’t bothering him at all, after being shot and blown up and bruised beyond recognition in battle, but he was so excited he could barely sit still. The Balmeran had allowed Hunk to watch her work, and he did so with rapt interest, eyeing the selection of colors Lance had pointed out before she’d started. Before long, Keith and Pidge stumbled upon them sitting in the parlor, tattoo artist hunched over Lance, and Pidge’s eyes widened. “Dude, you’re getting ink?” Lance grinned at her over the Balmeran’s head. “Gotta show off for the ladies!” He flexed his free arm, and Hunk facepalmed. Keith scoffed. “What ladies? You only ever see Pidge or Allura.” “And we’re both lesbians,” Pidge said cheerfully. Lance shrugged. “Blue’s a lady. And she thought it was a good idea.” “With respect, Blue has about the same amount of impulse control as you do.” Pidge’s tone was teasing as she stepped inside to peer at Lance’s arm. “What are you getting, anyway?” Lance grinned at her. “A surprise. Hunk’s getting one, too.” Hunk waved from where he’d been ushered into a chair by another tattoo artist, his left arm obscured by the small Taujeeran’s body as they worked. Pidge peered closer at Lance’s arm, and then gasped, one hand snapping up to adjust her glasses. “Oh my God, I need to get one, too. Lance, you’re a goddamn genius!” “See?” Lance raised his eyebrows playfully at her. “Blue and I have some good ideas!” “Once in a while,” Pidge conceded. She grabbed Keith’s arm and dragged him toward the row of chairs. “Come on, Keith! You’re getting one, too!” Keith blinked in surprise and confusion, but he allowed himself to be tugged into a seat. “I am?” “Hell yeah, you are! Look at what Lance and Hunk are getting!” Keith craned his neck to look at Hunk’s arm, and his eyes widened. He settled back in his seat, rolling up the left sleeve of his jacket, and Pidge grinned at him in excitement.

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[kalluraloveblog]

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“So Allura, it sounds like you and Keith really are total opposites,” Lance pondered as he pushed his vegetables around his plate absentmindedly. “Maybe that’s why you two were always butting heads. You’re like that Yin and Yang stuff.”

The comment annoyed Allura and she quickly snapped back at him. “We had our disagreements but we were always looking out for each other. At least he cared enough to speak out when I needed him to!”

Lance sat a moment in shocked silence before his cheeks began to heat with anger. “Hey, I cared enough to stick around while he was off playing with his Galra buddies,” he retorted, his voice rising as he spoke. “You’re just feeling guilty. Remember it was the Black Lion’s idea to strand him on Aesh, so maybe we should leave Keith there to do his job!”

THE RED LINE:

“Better than I’ve ever slept in my life,” he beamed.

Allura giggled at the scene they were playing, pulling him even further down to plant a kiss on his lips. She remembered how they felt the night before. Last night he tasted of sweat and red wine, this morning of sleep and hot coffee.

SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK:

The Princess quickly dressed and ran to the control room, checking every nook and cranny on her way. Nothing. Her heart was racing faster than it ever had during any battle with the Galra. When she arrived on deck she found Coran looking curiously at the dash.

“Have you seen Keith and Fala?” she asked frantically.

“Ah, so that’s why the pod is missing,” he replied in an annoyingly nonchalant manner. At least it seemed so to her at the time. “Did he not tell you they were leaving?”

“No, he didn’t. And when I find him I’m going to kill him!”

A LIFETIME OF FIRSTS:

If there’s one thing he’d never get tired of it would be this.

Sure, things weren’t always perfect. He was sure he didn’t want them to be. Perfect is predictable, and predictable is dull. Life with the Princess was anything but boring. It was winks and nudges, inside jokes and long talks. It was promises and apologies. Tears and kisses. And love.

Maybe it was perfect, after all.

HOT CHOCOLATE:

One turn-of-the-knob and push-of-the-shoulder later and Allura found herself regretting her impulsivity. 

She’d entered the boys’ locker room. Thankfully it was empty since there were no classes at the moment. Prematurely she closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief before slumping against the door frame. Unfortunately doing so caused her to miss the figure moving swiftly towards her from the showers.

“What the hell are you doing in here?”

SAVED AGAIN:

“Keith, are you hurt?” she asked, looking him over for bruises or cuts. Seeing none she relaxed a bit, gently holding onto his hand as she spoke to him. “Let’s get you back to the castle to get checked out, just in case.”

Once again Keith insisted there was nothing to be concerned about. Getting the refugees to Olkarion was the most important thing right now. His injuries could wait.

The Blade loaded the Alteans onto their ship while Keith decided to go with Allura in the blue lion. They’d seen little of each other with him being away for missions so often. He missed her terribly but couldn’t bring himself to say so.

THE JUNIBERRY PICNIC:

It was obvious when he finished eating, his head tilted back to touch hers, the light weight of it making her own head buzz a bit. She finished her own sandwich as she felt his breathing grow shallow, his heartbeat slowing as well.

Finally, his head lolled to the right and she knew it was time to move. She cautiously shimmied around, holding him upright with one hand and moving herself in a half-circle with the other. Once she was in the right spot she stretched her long legs outward and gently lowered his head onto her lap.

... DOESN'T STAY IN CUBA:

“What do you want, Lance?”

“I didn’t say anything! Why are-?”

Shiro sighed loudly, cutting off Lance’s question. “Keith called me a while ago and said I’d probably be hearing from you, and that I should probably ignore your call.”

Oh, that does it!

“Did he tell you WHY I’d be calling?”

The line went quiet for a moment, prompting Lance to check if the call was still connected. It was.

CUPID'S ARROW:

Fucking Lance.

Another of Cupid’s foes, this guy was missing the big picture. Namely his ideal partner, Pidge. 

But that’s another story for another day.

Anywho, this Lancey-Lance guy was eating at Cupid, who decided to do a little digging on his own. How in the galaxy did he pull off the biggest heist since King Tut’s tomb was robbed? What larger forces were at play here? 

Because that’s when everything started to fall apart.

THE LETTER:

He felt a pang of guilt. After all, the man who’d been like a father to him was missing. Voltron inoperable. Yet here he was thinking about her, and how happy she had made him. Despite the time that had passed from the moment she'd accepted him he could still feel her warmth on his chest, her breath on his neck. The brief moment they’d had before the mission tempted him to stay put, to hold on to her as long as possible. But he had a job to do, for better or for worse. Her words, however, pushed him to run from the fight. To survive. 

“I will always come back to you.”

 I'm tagging @blkjessrabbit and @tocamochi. Show us what you got!

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 18

welcome to the eighteenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. A Kind Of Cosmic Joke by @eatdirt

And it's not like it's a big deal. It's decidedly not a big deal. Really it's hardly a deal at all. It's just that, maybe, in the trick of the light, if you squint and turn your head just so, Keith is…

Keith is big.

nothing in the entire history of voltron legendary defender, nay the history of voltron entirely, is funnier than the moment where lance called keith grizzled. he absolutely deserves to be clowned on for that for eternity, even in modern aus, like this fic. lance freaking out about keith getting bigger is funny in every universe in every way and this fic nails it lol

2. only a hippopotamus will do by perfchan

Lance walks into the kitchen and stops. Physically stops, the cup in his hand that’s in need of a refill completely forgotten.

He turns, slowly. Raises an eyebrow. Are those...cookies? He blinks.

Yep. He leans in closer to inspect. Sugar cookies in the shape of pine trees. Green icing, mostly, with the stars on top slathered on in yellow. Well. They’re sort of messy, more like green and yellow blobs, actually. But that’s clearly the intention. Sprinkles for ornaments.

Christmas cookies.

There’s a whole plate of them---a paper plate, stacked high with handmade cookies, wrapped in plastic wrap---and they just randomly appeared. Right here on his kitchen counter.

Lance huffs out little sigh and shakes his head. Maybe mutters something under his breath. But he doesn’t give it much thought once he’s left the kitchen. Afterall, his perpetually cranky, sourfaced roommate basically lives to do weird shit to annoy him. Or something. Lance has found that living with Keith means one thing: expect the unexpected.

And everything tends to get a little crazier when the holidays roll around.

sweetheart keith! overdramatic lance! yes yes yes! and i mean overdramatic lance in this fic lmfao he is epitome dramaqueen bisexual. this fic kills me tho bc for starters its a modern au, and i fckn love modern aus, but further still it is an au wherein lance gets keith as a roommate entirely bc he finds keith hot and his smile breathtaking. what a dumbass nerd. love him

3. Trying Times by @shyfoxes

Keith comes back Hot and Lance has a crisis on the bottom bunk.

u know those fics that make u fan ur face a little? not necessarily bc it’s explicit or anything but bc its just so swoony and romantic and shit and ur embarrassed about how affected u are?? that’s this fic.

4. As If by @surveycorpsjean

The five times Lance was his impulse control, and the one time he wasn't.

y’all know me with 5+1s. i love this one in particular tho bc keith is such a prick lmao. i love when keith is rough and scowly and doesnt handle other people well and can’t emote to save his life. i love when he loves deeply and endlessly with his whole heart but in the least conventional possible way, and i love fics where lance slowly learns to recognise the strange ways in which keith says i-love-you and this fic kills that

5. A Human Thing by @xirayn

Lance comes through a wormhole as a woman. It doesn't change much. aka Lance is gender fluid so getting gender bent by space magic only presents one problem, which turns out not to be Keith.

“Lance, can we just talk? After that you can go back to avoiding me.” Lance scoffed even as her eyes remained stubbornly forward. “I’m not avoiding you.” “Then what are you doing?” That earned him a glare, which would have been annoying if not for how happy Keith was to have her looking at him again. “I’m being a good partner and giving you space while I'm not your type.” Keith crossed his arms and met her eyes with a glare of his own, brow furrowed and lips a tight line. “Not my type?” Lance let out a long sigh of exasperation. “Female, Keith. I don't want you to feel like you have to force yourself to be attracted to women just because your boyfriend currently is one.”

genderfluid lance loml! this fic explores that entire concept so so well, even with the complications of extablished klance and team dynamics and UGH this fic is genuinely one of my faves. the slow trickle to the reveal near the end was planted there the whole time, but i was so caught up that i didnt realise it so when it finally came to light i was gagged!!

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[honestlyprettychill]

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so i did a thing XD

behold my first shitpost yay

Pls dont repost without my permission thannkss

[awhoreintheory]

I present to you: Lance and Keith being each others impulse control, and only listening to each other

Keith, staring between his knife and the table very intensely for 10 minutes straight:

Lance, who walked into the room 5 seconds ago: Keith, don't you fucking dare

Hunk, confused by both parties: what?? What'd Keith do?

Lance, narrowing his eyes: Keith, you don't even know how to do a back flip, it's not going to end well

Keith, standing up abruptly: Lance I want to do it so bad

*Pidge, snoring in the background, saying "that's what she said!"*

Lance: you can't throw your knife up in the air, back flip of the table, land like a ninja, and catch it- we've been over this five times!

Shiro, throwing his hands up exasperatedly, done with life and all its bullshit:

(Keith still ends up doing it, but he convinced Lance to join him eventually. Keith sprained an ankle trying to do the back flip, Lance landed it but ended up stabbing himself in the thigh trying to catch the knife.)

[like-wuatafauq]

How season 3 of Voltron actually went down.

Pidge: remember it is important not to look at the sun directly especially during an eclipse or you'll go blind.

Keith: *glances at sun*

Hunk: don't look at the suN keitH

Keith: *glances again*

Allura: don't do iT

Keith: *glances*

Coran: don't you dare Keith

Keith: *begins to stare*

Shiro: KeiTH DON't

Keith: *continues*

Lance: Keith, stop.

Keith: *stops*

[one-and-lonely16]

Evil. Conniving. The root of anything bad that had ever happened to Lance. Gremlin. Lance could go on and on about how Pidge went out of their way to cause him pain. And today was no exception.

“Just admit you have no game, Lance, it’s ok,” Pidge mocked.

Hunk snorted and Lance glared at them.

“I have game! It’s you who has no game!”

“I don’t want to have any game,” they said. “I’m very content with my single life, it’s you who’s gonna be sad when you end up an old man who only has his cats for company.”

Lance scratched Blue behind her ear absentmindedly. Hunk let out a loud “Aha!” as he overtook Pidge in Mario Kart. 

“Whatever. I have game, and you can’t handle that fact. I’m actually talking to someone right now,” Lance lied.

Pidge paused the game and they both turned to look at Lance, amused surprise on Pidge’s face, confusion on Hunks.

“You didn’t tell me you were speaking to anyone,” he said.

“I was gonna tell you later.”

Pidge narrowed their eyes in suspicion. “Call them.”

Lance’s face heated up. “What?”

“Prove it. Call them now.”

Lance grabbed his phone and unlocked it. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Pidge is looking at him with a smug grin. They know he’s lying. He goes into his contacts and scrolls to the one person’s contact who he could pass off as someone he’s speaking to. The contact had the name Shortstack with a bunch of obnoxious heart emojis after it. Lance hovered his thumb over the call button.

“What’s wrong, Lance? Can’t find their contact?” Pidge asked.

Lance glared at her and turned the phone around so they could see it. “I’ve found it.”

He hit call before he could back out and brought the phone to his ear. Pidge still looked smug and Hunk just looked even more confused.

After five rings, someone picked up.

“Hello?” Keith’s voice said through the phone.

“H-Hey, Keira,” Lance said shakily.

“What’s going on, Lance?”

“What it be, girl?” Lance fumbled for more stuff to say. Both Pidge and Hunk looked like they were going to burst into laughter. “What you got going on, ma? It’s the freakin’ weekend.” Lance shot them a fake smug smile.

“Did you just call me girl?”

“A-Are you wearing something sexy?” Lance internally cringed as his face heated up. Pidge let out a snort.

“Just a t-shirt and jeans, like always.”

“Oh, you got jeans on, baby? Are they tight?” Hunk finally broke down and started laughing. That then set Pidge off so the two of them were rolling around on the sofa, laughing their heads off.

Keith hummed in thought. “They’re a little loose, I buy them big.”

“Those jeans sound sexy,” Lance purred, grinning at his friends. Ok, he couldn’t lie, this was kind of fun.

Keith paused for a moment. “Is everything alright? Do you wanna hang out more, Keith?”

“You taking- you taking care of that ass for me?” he asked. Pidge lost it even more, falling on the floor with how hard she was laughing.

“I mean, I’m not doing squats or anything. I’m trying to eat less packet ramen.”

“Stop- Please! It’s too much,” Pidge shrieked, holding their stomach.

“Is that Pidge in the background?”

“Ok! Gotta go now!” Lance said hurriedly.

“Wait, did you prank call me? What’s going on?”

Lance quickly hung up the phone, his face on fire. Pidge and Hunk just laughed louder.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. But I told you I was speaking to someone.”

The two calmed down.

“You’re right, I’m sorry for doubting you,” Pidge conceded. 

“Thank you.”

The two went back to their game. After a few moments though, Pidge spoke again.

“So, how long have you and Keith been talking?” they asked.

Lance’s face heated up again. “How did you know it was him?” he all but yelled.

Pidge snorted as Hunk started laughing again.

“Oh please, like I didn’t realise you had changed his contact to that ages ago.” They glanced at Lance with a grin. “Besides, you had the same face you have whenever you speak to Keith.”

Lance frowned. “What face?”

“You know,” Hunk joined in. “The whole, heart-eyes, big lovesick grin where you’re totally imagining your wedding in your mind.”

Lance squeaked as they started laughing again. “It’s not funny!”

“So, you admit I’m right? That you have no game and are so hung up on Keith that you couldn’t be talking to someone else,” Pidge said, smug grin once again returning to their face.

He folded his arms grumpily. “I have game, but I’m not speaking to anyone.”

“Because you’re so hung up on Keith.”

“That’s classified.”

Pidge snorted as Hunk groaned.

“How did you win? You were talking to Lance the whole time!” Hunk complained.

Pidge shrugged. As she did so, there was a knock at the door. Lance frowned and Blue lept of his lap to rush over there. He followed and found Red already at the door as well.

He opened the door to find Keith standing there, a frown on his face and panting heavily. He wasn’t even wearing a coat and was dripping wet from the rain.

Lance’s mouth fell open in shock. “Did you run here?”

“That was a prank call, right?” Keith asked, completely ignoring his question.

“Yeah, it was. Pidge was being a dick. Aren’t you cold?”

“Freezing. I thought so, you were acting really weird.”

Red circled Keith’s ankles, meowing loudly. 

“That still doesn’t explain why you ran all the way here, in the rain, without even a coat on!”

Keith shrugged, as if it were no big deal. “It wasn’t that far of a run. Can I come in?”

Lance stepped to the side so he could walk into the apartment. “If you don’t, I’m not dragging your sorry ass to hospital when you get pneumonia or some shit like that.”

Keith grinned and ran a hand through his soaking wet hair as he walked past Lance. “Thanks. Hey, guys!” He called out to Pidge and Hunk.

Pidge just waved a hand, already starting to get ready for the next game. Hunk turned and gave a wave. “Hi, Keith.”

Keith went to walk over to them but Lance grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the bathroom. “Absolutely not, you are not soaking my sofas. No sir.”

“Then where can I go?”

“You can go have a shower and I’ll lend you some clean clothes, you heathen.”

Keith chuckled and pulled his shirt off as he walked into the bathroom. “Ok then.”

Lance stood in the hallway, looking at the closed door for a moment, his mouth dry, his face hot and his mind replaying the image of Keith without a shirt on. He shook his head and went and grabbed some clothes for him. He left them outside the door, knocking and letting Keith know before walking back and collapsing on the sofa.

Pidge snorted. “He ran all the way here in the rain when he could’ve just called you?”

Lance groaned. “Yes.”

“Nice to know he’s got it just as bad as you do.”

Lance glared and threw a pillow at them. “Shut up.”

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based off of that one scene in new girl when schmidt is trying to make cece jealous and calls nick, pretending hes a girl

[discordiansamba]

why aren't they allowed to let keith out of their sight. what is he going to do

Well take Keith's lack of impulse control and add in Lance's seemingly compulsive need to flirt, except personality scrambled Keith is good at it, and sprinkle a fine coating of 'Keith's dad is a man who made first contact in more ways that one' and you have a recipe for absolute disaster if you leave him unsupervised for too long.