#lance voltorn

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

Lance is the type of person who will come home listening to music on his headphones and singing loudly along and just grabbing the person who is home and spinning them around while singing

[tsukinamicrab]

Klance Racing suits

[mushed-kid]

if u know of any hunk centric fanfics send them my way please🙏 (hance maybe? or garrison focused? doesn’t have to be)

[paladudesquotes]

Lotor: Do you know what the question I'm asked the most is?

Lance *deadpan*: Will you please leave the premises?

[eddies-guitar13]

Klaus: can i show you a trick?

Five: last time you showed me a trick it took three weeks for my eyebrows to grow back

Klaus: yeah but this time it'll only take two

[luheichou13]

[mammoneythegreat]

he is always so damn fine on missions

[sliced-grapes]

lance is so blorbo right now

[gditrisha]

PLAYA POR FAVOR~ (BEACH, PLEASE~) is a mix of upbeat and chill, beach vibes to listen at the seashore and remember Voltron’s one and only self-care king and selfless sharpshooter boy - Lance McClain !

LISTEN ON SPOTIFY ►  PLAYLIST MASTERLIST

[langstwhynot]

It is not okay, and it is for sure not fair.

Lance grunted and threw his math book with anger. It hit the wall and fell onto his bed, bouncing a few times because of the mattress.

He turned his look from the bed and faced his desk again. It was filled with lots of stickers and doodles craved into the wood.

And in the corner of his eyes, he spotted a photograph, hidden under two books.

He didn’t even need to take it fully out, he knew which picture was it of.

His friends.

And that was when the adrenaline died in his body, and reality hit him instead.

His throat closed up. That’s not fair, it’s not fair.

Lance quickly pushed the books off the table, along with the photograph. They landed on the floor and made a loud thud.

He doesn’t want any of this, he doesn’t need any of this, everything is falling apart in his life and it’s all his fault and it’s just not fair but he can’t do anything about it he’s out of control-

“Sunshine?” The door behind him creaked open.

Lance flinched and turned around. “M-mom, I can explain-“ He said, panicked. His mother stepped over to him with her hands forward, trying to reach him even before she’s there.

“Did I make too much noise? I’m sorry I’d try to be-“ His voice died out in his mother's hug. She wrapped her hands around her son’s head, since he was sitting.

Lance had nothing to say. His throat tightened and his chest ached. Finally, he leaned onto her, gave up, and cried.

He cried, because everything was hard. He cried, because he was tired. He cried, because he felt so alone. He cried, because he was ashamed with himself.

But he also cried because he didn’t know what was wrong with him.

And it’s not fair.

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

K: So I told him I was gay-

H: *spitting out his drink* YOU'RE GAY?!

K: *slowly nodding* so I told him I was gay-

L: YOU'RE GAY?!

K: Lance...we're dating

S: Sorry WHAT NOW?!

[mothmanavenue]

i had an absolute shit show of an essay due today and hadn’t any time to finish what i was working on so here’s a few of my favourite drawings recently!

[lattevld]

Crush Culture! Latte AU

Lance, who is so used to being single around couples, decides he’s fine without love. Well, that is until he meets Matt and he debates with his pride and feelings about wanting to date him.

[kirishwima]

“Can you smell the season changing?”

ive missed my boyos so…..this is gonna b klance :D

*****

There’s a faded redness spreading from the tip of his nose to his cheeks, to the top of his ears, exposed to the harsh carpicious winds of the weather, contrasting to the darkness of his skin. He snorts, loudly, trying to contain his runny nose, rubbing at his face with the hem of his sleeve.

Gross, he could hear their friends’ voices in his head knowing the expressions they’d sport at it all.

Yet Keith couldn’t bring himself to think that. 

Not when he looked up to his boyfriend’s face, relishing in the soft curve of his lips, the private smile meant for him and only him, how tuffs of his hair got ruffled from the gusts of wind. 

He tilted his head, let his face hide into the crook of Lance’s neck, breathing out a huff that made Lance shiver and giggle.

“What?” Lance questioned, his voice rumbling in his throat.

“Nothing”, Keith chided, “just. You’re cute.”

He’d learned that to be with Lance meant to be bold, shameless in how he shows affection. It meant leaning up to kiss him any hour of the day, whispering ‘i love you’ in broad daylight, it meant giving as much love as he could, whenever he could, because he wanted to.

“You’re cute”, Lance retorted, his eyes rolling. 

“You’re cuter”, Keith continued, hesitantly moving away from the warmth of Lance’s skin, “But you’re ass freezing cold. Why didn’t you bring a scarf? Or a beanie?”

Lance huffed, the sound muffled with the stuffiness of Lance’s nose.

“It’s gonna get warmer!”

Keith looked around them, at the quiet city streets. Most didn’t dare leave their homes unless necessary, not in the dry January cold, when the air’d felt like piercing daggers under warm fabrics of their sweaters and coats.

“No baby, it won’t for a while at least.” 

Keith tried not to laugh at the pout on his boyfriend’s face, the overexaggerated pursing of his lips. 

“It will!” Lance leaned forward, taking a deep inhale through his nose. 

“Can’t you smell the seasons changing?” he started, running a few steps ahead to tug at the branch of a bare tree.

“Look! There’s a leaf here! Spring is just around the corner Kogane, believe it.” he said, nudgind the branch towards Keith’s face.

Keith sighed, raising his arms in surrender.

“I believe that you just really miss warm weather, don’t you?” 

“…What about it”, Lance pouted, puffing out his cheeks, his breath condensing in the winter air.

Keith traced his gloved fingers over Lance’s, tugging them away from the tree branch, intertwining them with his.

“Let’s go home,” he started, basking in the warmth of their hands, “I’ll make us some hot chocolate and show you how much fun winter can be.”

*****

[sharp-shooterlance]

lance: hey pidge i have a joke....

pidge: god no

lance: what do you call.....

pidge: stop it

lance: someone who’s really sad?

pidge: *stares* uh, what?

lance: ...lance

pidge: lance nO

lance:

[bkbs-art]

ehe