#will keith wake up

[ocdeeznut]

As much as i hate and reject the s8-post cannon… i can’t deny one of my favourite klance tropes occurs during that span of time.

Lance waking up cold and sweating in the middle of the night, trapped in a mundane life, aching with years of unresolved trauma and dormant adrenaline.

Something in his body just knows. That this isn’t right. When his friends told him to give himself time, that adjusting to normality wouldn’t be easy, he’d laughed. Adapting is what he does. But he’s not normal, how could he possibly be normal after everything that happened to him?

He thinks back to a time when all he wanted was a quiet life like this. But it’s hollow, and he feels more alone than he ever did when they were trapped in space. It’s not some grand realisation, really. But a quiet, resolved awakening. A primal acknowledgment that snags his soul to heel.

It was always him. (I told you so).

Keith is passing through his system, dark clad and steaming with resolve. A man who knows himself, truly. Who did the hard parts of personal growth while Lance was still pretending to be happy. Keith was forged in fire and suffering, but Lance’s suffering had only gained him grief.

And Keith answers when he calls. Lance’s heart pulses, aches more than just for his face. But for his life. He finds himself insurmountably jealous of Keith. And he finds himself utterly foolish for ever trying to hold him back. When he left Voltron, and when he came back. Everything in between. Keith made hard decisions, took impossibly dangerous leaps of faith, put everyone he loved at risk and thrust his own life into god’s hands like some fucked up sort of yo-yo.

Lance answers the doorbell when it rings. And he’s there. He could scream until his face went numb, drown himself alone in the dark, run to the tethered edges of the known universe - but he would never escape Keith. The bond their lions shared, neither pilot would ever be untangled. A sore mess, flashes of red, black and blue. He sees the lion for a moment, flashing in the back of his mind’s eye. Keith became the most formidable leader he’d ever known.

And they take vacations down to sample that countryside living, sure. When it suits them. But Lance and Keith, neck and neck, could never have been normal.

And they could never have been apart.

[voxxian]

being half-galra is difficult for keith

[klance-daydreams]

emooooo ⛓️🖤💔

[seliipi]

[discordiansamba]

concept where Keith abruptly turns Galra while he's still at the Garrison, except he has a roommate. That roommate is Kinkade. This somehow results in three out of the four (future) MFE pilots trying to smuggle Keith out of the Garrison, all while trying to doge both James and Shiro for two entirely different reasons.

kinkade, furiously texting rizavi: sos. keith's purple.

rizavi: what the fuck

kinkade: I don't know!!! Can you cover for him? You've got your first class together.

[bluespirlt]

(updated!) klance fan cast ❤️💙:

dallas liu as keith + michael cimino as lance

[horseshoemybeloved]

Day four of albums, folie á deux

Also titled The Kiss meets Goodnight moon lol idk what drew me to those

[capesandshapes]

The Try Guys youtube channel is probably like the mecca for the kink community

[drawmebabyblue]

Shh they're sleeping

[kindaconfusingme]

dream team meet up happiness vs. heartbroken try guys statement - fight! 🔔 🔔 🔔

[keithsandwich]

[autisticlancemcclain]

Slowly. He had to do this slowly. If he took it inch by inch, barely moving, he’ll eventually be able to gently break free and then he can —

Lance makes a soft groaning noise, and Keith freezes immediately, every muscle in his body going completely still. He even holds his breath, doing everything he can to stay as steady as possible. He will not so much as twitch, so help him God.

Lance exhales softly, almost sighing, and his face smooths as he shifts. His arms loosen from their vice grip around Keith’s torso — Lance is a koala cuddler, latches onto Keith like a boa constrictor every night and denies it every morning — and he falls back against his many pillows, hair tangled around his head in messy curls.

Keith, finally free from Lance’s hold, props himself up on his elbow and takes a moment to just… look, at Lance. The love of his life. He follows the steep slope of his straight nose, splattered with freckles. His eyes trace the full cupid’s bow of his lips. The sun-darkened expanse of his smooth skin. The fluttering of his long, dark eyelashes with every exhale. His arms, lanky and graceful and gorgeous and clumsy all the same, rest bonelessly around his head, fingers of his right hand tangled in his hair.

He’s the most beautiful thing Keith has ever seen — so beautiful that Keith feels the ache of him in his heart, in his chest, in his bones. He can feel the phantom imprints of Lance everywhere on his skin. In fingerprint-shaped bruises on his shoulders from where Lance gripped him tightly, last night, as he held on to Keith and they got closer, closer, closer until they were as close as they could be without melding their flesh together, until they were connected, both of them, as one. He felt Lance in the laughter lines he knew he was getting in the corner of his eyes, because Lance was his laughter, the very joy in Keith’s heart. He felt Lance in the want in his hands, the desperate need to touch and touch and never pull away.

He could never fight that urge for long.

He reached over — slowly, gently, lovingly — and traced featherlight fingertips over the shape of Lance’s forehead, brushing through his dark hair and over his soft skin. He traced loops and swirls into the angular sharpness of his cheeks, lips quirking up as he felt the roughness there from the faint hairs that have yet to be shaved this early in the new morning. He finally made his way to Lance’s lips, resting his thumb on the plumpness of the thin skin, Lance’s slow and even puffs of breath sending goosebumps up his fingers.

“You are everything good in the world,” Keith whispers, as he leans down to brush his lips on Lance’s forehead.

Lance groans again, arching forward a little, limbs still heavy with sleep. His eyes stay closed, but his breathing changes, less rhythmic.

“Stay,” he mumbles.

Keith chuckles. “I have to go meet Shiro.”He leans down to press another kiss to Lance’s forehead, quick and careful. But before he can pull away, Lance wraps lethargic arms around Keith’s neck.

“Stay,” he says again. Pleads.

Keith feels himself five in almost immediately. Lance isn’t even awake. His eyes are still shut, and Keith recognises the honey-slow slur and heavy accent to his words, knows he’s still deeply entrenched in dreamland.

Keith rakes his eyes over Lance, again, taking him in, feeling the weight of his arms and the rise and fall of their chests breathing together, and — and.

He collapses back onto the bed, laying on his side. He tugs Lance closer to him, flush along his body, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Lance, sleep drunk as he is, doesn’t hesitate to burrow closer, settling into Keith’s arms with a sigh.

Keith smiles, his own eyes closing again, his limbs resettling into sleep.

Shiro can wait.

As he’s dropping off, thoughts unraveling, he presses on last kiss to Lance’s hair.

“I love you more than anything I’ve ever loved or will ever love again.”

And he falls off into sleep, warm in the arms of the man who shines brighter than any sun, than any star. Secure in the knowledge that he’ll wake up, later, to Lance’s smile and Lance’s love and Lance and Lance and Lance.

Sleep comes easily.

[arvoze]

having the absolute worst idea of my lifetime (thinking about spmd)

^ guys who have problems

[sailorpants]

what is the point of having little guys living rent free in your head if you know that if they were there they'd be disappointed & not particularly useful (i didnt go to film class... brain Broke that day)

[discordiansamba]

concept where Keith and Pidge are two kids in the same class (with Pidge having skipped a few grades and Keith having been held back a year) who become friends and start up a youtube channel to investigate strange rumors and supernatural happenings. They rope Hunk and Lance into it somehow because neither Keith nor Pidge actually want to be on camera.

then all four of them get abducted by aliens.

they escape, and along the way, they solve the mystery behind the disappearance of a famous astronaut, meet a bunch of aliens (both scary and cool), pick up a teleporting space wolf and learn Keith was half-alien all along.

(all while Pidge is recording everything)

[alohaasaloevera]

ok who has the bigger gyatt, Keith or Lance?!1!11?1! (WHY AM I DOING THIS PLEASE SAVE ME I AM SO PATHETIC I AM NOT OK)

I AM SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOUR EYEBALLS SEE THIS

(UPDATE: I HAVE OFFICIALLY BECAME A REGULAR AT MY LOCAL MENTAL ASYLUM!!!!)