expect: slowburn, soft lance winning over bloodthirsty keef
The day they bring his opponent before him, Keith knows he’s won.
The boy is scrawny and short, small even – and Keith has to look downward at the boy to meet his eyes. The manner in which the Alteans have dressed their warrior is laughable at most. The cream garments that wrap loosely around the boy’s frame are made of the same cheap silk sold by old vendors at the market square. His clothing does little to hide his smooth unblemished skin and his bones that jut out from his malnourished state. His legs could have been thicker, meatier if he was fed enough, but he was not, and Keith briefly wondered how the Alteans expected him to be defeated by someone so pathetic.
Keith cannot help the sneer that crosses his face, leering predatorily at his opponent as his muscles flex with purpose, violet skin glowing underneath the heat of the sun. His own onyx garments are a sharp contrast to the other’s soft cream robes, and they glide smoothly across his coarse, lean body as he moves closer to the other boy.
“I will defeat you as I have defeated the hundreds before you,” Keith threatens in a low voice. The boy’s soft blue eyes flicker slightly in unidentified emotion. “The Galra have reigned as champions since the dawn of our time, and this time will be no different.”
It’s silent for a moment as the boy says nothing, only smiling gently. His handsome, boyish face is as unchanged as when he first stepped foot into the arena. Keith’s jaw clenches in irritation as the other watches him, untroubled, much akin to the calm before the storm.
“My name is Lance,” The boy speaks softly.
Keith recoils in surprise before his eyes narrow. His fists clench as they press into his thighs to suppress the urge to strike the other boy. Was this a joke to him?
A warning gaze from Zarkon is enough to have him step down, a snarl echoing low in his throat as he turns away, long robe fanning out behind him in the dust.
Basically lance is sad and Keith comforts him and there’s some cuddles. Yay!
Lance McClain sat in front of a window of stars, staring out at the night sky, although, in space, it was always night. He fiddled with a small picture frame, it showed five people, all with coffee skin and dark hair, smiling out of the picture happily. Lance stared at the photograph longingly, as though, if he wished hard enough, he could bring the people in it straight to him. A tear fell onto the silver frame and Lance stuffed into his pocket and wiped his eyes angrily.
He was done with this war, sick of running to the rescue every few days, he felt drained in every way possible. And he missed earth, trees, ocean beaches, rain. A part of him was still there, halfway across the universe. He walked quiet streets and sandy beaches in his dreams every night, thinking of the life he had had there.
The tears were starting again, and this time Lance couldn’t stop them, he let out a quiet sob as they streamed down his face, knowing no one would hear him this far from the dormitory wing, but then…
“Lance?”
Lance glanced up, and then hurriedly wiped at his eyes when he saw who it was. Keith. Shit. Why him?
“Are you alright?”
“Yes. I’m perfectly fine thank you.”
Keith hesitated, seemingly on the brink of a decision, then he moved over to the windowsill and settled in opposite the tearstained boy.
“I know the ‘I just cried my eyes out but don’t want anyone to know’ face by heart Lance, trust me.”
Lance hugged his knees to his chest and stared out the window sulkily.
“Alright, spill. What’s going on.”
“What do you mean ‘spill’? We’re rivals, enemies, it’s bad enough that you saw me…” He trailed off, unable to get the word off his tongue, he hated for people to see him cry. “I’m not going to tell you about all my problems.”
Keith gazed at him as Lance stared out the window again, then focused on his hands instead. “Look, I’m only asking you because...I’ve been in the same position before and…” Keith took a deep breath. “I just always wished someone had asked me what was going on.”
Lance softened at that, and glanced at Keith out of the corner of his eye, who looked up at that moment. They both locked eyes for a few seconds.
Lance broke the contact first. “I…I just. I miss my family.” Keith could see the struggle inside him as Lance forced the words out of his mouth, but once they were out in the open, starlit air, it was as if a dam had been broken. “I miss earth, and Cuba. My family, my brothers and sister. I miss the beach and surfing and and skateboarding, I even miss school.”
Silence fell for a few moments. Then Keith said, “Tell me about your family.”
Lance glanced at him, almost suspiciously. “I have two brothers, Marco and Luis, and one sister, Veronica. She was six when I left, she’d just started first grade. And then there’s my parents. My dad is an author, he writes kids books, he’s the best storyteller in the world. My mom is a nurse….I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately. She used to make the family breakfast every single morning, she couldn’t usually do dinner because she had a lot of late shifts at the hospital, but she would always make breakfast. Every morning, she would be in the kitchen, listening to the radio, she was always there.”
A few tears slipped out of Lance’s eyes, but he didn’t brush them away this time.
“Hey.” Keith’s voice was nearly a whisper as he gripped Lance’s hands, still clasped tightly around his knees. “Hey, come here.”
Lance slowly untangled himself as his tears flowed thick and fast. He leaned into Keith, wrapping his arms around his body as far as they would go, so their bodies were wrapped and tangled together. He tucked his head in Keith’s shoulder and sobbed uncontrollably, every emotion that had built up inside him for the past year and a half flowing out onto keith’s black t shirt. Keith wrapped his arms around the boy, so weak and vulnerable in his arms. He stroked the hair on the nape of his neck, whispered soothing words in his ear, pressed his lips to the crown of his head.
Lance’s sobs soon turned to soft whimpers, then uneven breathing as the last of the tears soaked into Keith’s already drenched t-shirt. After a few moments, Lance pulled himself away with difficulty and rubbed at his eyes, now red and puffy. “Thank you.”
“No problem.”
They sat in comfortable silence as Lance’s breathing evened out. Then Lance stood, dragging his sleeve across his face one last time. “I guess I’ll go back to my room now.” He turned and began moving away.
“Wait,” Keith burst out, mentally kicking himself, “if you, if you don’t want to be alone, you could...uhm. Sleep in my room, if...if you want.”
Lance looked at him for a moment in silence, Keith wished he could know what was going through his head. “If you don’t want to though-”
“No, I mean, yes. I do want to.”
“Oh, ok.”
Keith stood and they began walking back to the dormitory wing, a good five feet of space between them, both staring at their shoes as their minds whirled. They were so near each other, and yet they also seemed galaxies apart.
Keith’s room was almost completely spotless and bare, there was a jacket hanging on the hook by the door and Keith’s sword on the desk, but other than that there seemed to be no other personal items in the room. Lance glanced around wonderingly as Keith closed the door.
They both stood on opposite sides of the room, looking anywhere but at each other.
“So...what now?” Lance said.
“Uh, I’m not sure.”
“Don’t you have some sort of, plan or something?”
“What kind of plan would I have?”
“Well I don’t know, you’re the one who invited me back to your room, I assumed you had a plan.”
“You assumed wrong then.”
Lance rolled his eyes. “Oh fuck it.” He toed off his sneakers and flopped onto the bed, pulling the blankets up to his chin.
Keith followed more slowly, pulling off his own boots and clicking off the lights before lying down next to Lance. They both stared into the darkness for a few moments before Lance rustled around under the blankets and turned on his side to face Keith, who did the same.
They were gazing at each other, but in the pitch blackness, they couldn’t see each other’s faces. Lance spoke, his voice floating in the dark.
“Do you ever wonder if...if this war will ever end?”
“...yes.”
“It scares me to think about that. How it could go on forever, what if we never even make it back to earth? I don’t think, I don’t...fuck.” The covers rustled. “I’m crying again.” Keith reached out blindly, and caught Lance’s wrist.
“It’s alright, it’s okay to cry.”
Lance’s only response was to turn his wrist and slip his hand into Keith’s. “I think, I think we just need to keep going. To carry on as best we can. To have hope...Back on earth, I was alone. I missed my family so much, even though I’d never really had any family to miss, or at least none I could remember, I still longed for them every day, constantly. Then, I met Shiro, and became a part of Voltron, and met Pidge and Hunk and Allura and...and you.” Keith let out a frustrated sigh. “What I’m trying to say is that all those years I kept pushing forward, I’m glad I did because now I feel like I have more of a family.”
Lance was quiet for a moment, thinking about that. Then, “That was pretty fucking inspirational.” Keith could almost feel Lance’s evil grin in the dark.
“I invited you in here but I can kick you out just as easily.”
“Ok, ok. I’m joking.” Lance laughed softly.
They stayed like that for a while, and eventually, when Lance’s breathing became soft and even, Keith scooted closer under the covers, gripping Lance’s hand more tightly in his own, before his eyes drooped and sleep washed him away.
Here’s my first piece for the Klance Reverse Bang!!
I drew this picture and the lovely Cluna wrote a fic to go with it! Go read it to find out how Keith and Lance got together back on Earth after their time in space! (x)
it was promised so here yall go! there will probably be more works published later on in the week too so a possible pt. 2! enjoy <3 - Karri
it feels so scary getting old by viscrael (1/1 | 2,646 | Teen And Up)
“I think being in space made everything different,” Lance said. “Other than the obvious stuff. I think it could’ve affected us…differently than we thought.”
“How so?”
“I never used to be uncomfortable with large, open spaces,” Lance said. “And the world wasn’t loud.”
The world wasn’t loud. Keith couldn’t imagine that. Even if he’d never put a particular finger on it, the world had always been too loud to Keith, too much.
But someone like Lance, who’d grown up with a huge family who had a huge presence and huge love to give, someone who’d spent most of his adolescence thriving off of other people, who used to pride himself on breaking hearts and finding his way around any social situation—Keith got why it was unsettling to him. He could get how that could be a sign of space changing him—this new, world-heavy Lance.
“Maybe,” Keith said.
Birthday Fruits by Ammet_tua (1/1 | 2,131 | Not Rated)
Keith and Lance don’t start with the right step. Luckily things change.
and then, i found you. by vogelbiene (1/1 | 3,887 | General)
It’s the little things Lance picks up on, and it makes him who he is, clarifies what he was sent to do. One day he will realise it - will realise how much purpose he has in the universe.
Lance unravels a lot about himself, untangling knots in his friendships along the way.
//insecurities
home away from home by fumblingwords (1/1 | 4,588 | Teen And Up)
He vividly remembers his last birthday on Earth like it was just a year ago. And maybe it might have been a year ago, or maybe two…or longer. With all the black holes and rifts they’ve been in and galaxies they’ve entered, he doesn’t even know if the Altean time they were using is still accurate up to the millisecond (millitick? Or was there a whole other term for that as well?)
Basically: the past, the present, a boy, and a special day.
Birthday Brunch by sasuhina_gal (1/1 | 1,871 | General)
Lance is all partied out, so Keith makes his birthday nice and relaxful by getting them brunch at home to start their day of lazying around
An Unexpected Birthday by meimentomori (1/1 | 4,538 | General)
“Would you sit up if I told you that it was your birthday?”
Or in which Lance’s birthday surprises him in more ways than one.
birthday kisses by jilliancares (1/1 | 1,539 | General)
“You know it’s my birthday?”
“Everybody does. We’re throwing you a surprise party tonight.”
Lance felt his lips curl up in amusement. “Should you have left that as a surprise, then?”
let me write you a happy ending, love by Cxnfiscated (1/1 | 1,193 | General)
Lance writes the story of his birthday like a tragedy but Keith writes him a happy ending instead.
Surprise! by SomeonetheAlusiveFangirl (1/1 | 3,874 | Not Rated)
When Lance can’t seem to find anybody in the Castle, he knows something is up. Even Kaltenecker is missing for crying out loud!
Little does he know that there’s a surprise in store for him.
Julance Day 8 is Altean Lance! Lance as an Altean is one of the most popular AU’s in the Voltron universe and for good reason! These fics celebrate Lance’s fictional heritage as a prince of Altea. Personally, I love this AU and this fic list contains some of my absolute favourites in all of Klance.
Druid in Blue by Rahar_Moonfire (Lance is a druid who is captured by Voltron, which leads to realisations about the Altean Race)
he is half my soul (as poets would say) by ShatterinSeconds (Lance’s royal family adopts Keith at a young age and they grow up together)
Predestination by elfenphoenix (Klance is another timeline)
This is my new multichap fic I’m focusing on, guys! It’s a Beauty and The Beast Klance Au (Oh yes, so original, I know) But it’s a mix with the original story! So, it may have some twists!
Anyways; here’s the link for Ao3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/9215594/chapters/20901749
And that’s it! I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me.
It’s raining.
The fifteen years old prince pants heavily as he leans forward, resting his forehead against the cold ground at the entrance of his own castle, his dry heaving being tuned out by the sound of the raindrops falling down on him.
The loud and shallow breaths he’s making are not enough to fill his lungs and the desperation to breathe increases by the second. Everything around him it’s bright; the abnormal purple glow envelops him in a tight and suffocating ball and he can’t breathe.
Something on his ear pops and then Keith’s finally able to hear. Thunder and raindrops make their way to his ears and Keith could almost laugh in relief when his lungs take in the air they were missing.
He stays still for a few seconds, inhaling and exhaling rhythmically until the pain in the back of his head disappears and the hot feeling inside his skin dims just enough for him to feel the coldness of the rain on his skin.
Groggily and with a hint of dizziness, the Prince blinks slowly only to snap his eyes wide open as they meet the reflection on the puddle below him.
Big and bright golden eyes stare right back at him, just as wide and terrified as he feels. Any sings of his birth eye color erased entirely, the white area around them gone and leaving behind only a deep golden space on its place.
The teen lets out a shaky breath, “W-what –?”
It takes him a moment before he acknowledges the smug chuckle coming just a few feet from him.
A tall dark figure stands proudly in front of him, looking down on him with pale golden eyes similar to his own and something inside him snaps at the sight.
“Haggar.” Keith whispers dumbfounded as he recognizes the figure of the exiled witch before he frowns deeply, “What did you do to me, you witch!” He snarls, sharp and angry.
The figure hums unamused at his anger, “I made you a favor. You should be thanking me, young Prince.”
Keith suppresses the shiver that went down his spine at the deep and eerie voice. Not being satisfied with the answer, he slams his fist against the ground, water splashing at the hit.
“What did you do to me!?” He shouts, his voice dripping with venom and yet the witch just laughs at his face without flinching.
“I made you stronger.” Haggar hisses, “You’re one of us, now.”
His blood turns cold.
“What –“
“Congratulations, Prince Keithel, you’re now one of the most powerful creatures in the kingdom.” Haggar smirks, as she waves a hand over where prince’s on the ground, gesturing to his whole being.
For @azure-mirror, just because. Kind of based off of @marchingspace‘s Synesthesia AU (found here). Everything I know about Synesthesia comes from books and wikipedia. Put under a cut to save space.
Colors. There were too many colors. His lion was red, always red, but today she was a softer red, like she knew, like she was trying to calm him down, like she could sense the pounding sensation in his forehead. Maybe she could. Keith didn’t know how the lions worked, not really. Maybe they could read their thoughts, knew their emotions, could adjust to help their paladins. That would be nice.
Pidge was bright, too bright sometimes, their voice sliding between octaves of lime and emerald and forest that made Keith’s headache worse. They didn’t mean to, he knew that.
Hunk was warmer, easier to be around unless he got excited. His autumn color switched then, from the fall yellow of maple leaves to the brightness of the sun. It hurt Keith’s eyes. It made him wonder if Hunk had always been yellow, or if he only was because of his lion.
If all of them were because of their lions.
But they weren’t, because Shiro was brown when he spoke. He was cinnamon when he commanded them, chocolate when he was scared. Sometimes it was almost black, but brown wasn’t usually too vibrant for Keith. He liked being around Shiro because he was calm, because he was brown.
Coran was good too, unless he was excited. He was an orange that made Keith think of leaf piles and pumpkins, but if he got too ecstatic over something he became the ugly orange of a traffic cone. Allura was a mixture of pinks and purples and reds, her voice like honeysuckle flowers and warmth. But she was too many colors for Keith, constantly fluctuating.
read it on AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/10670247)
Summary:
Promise. Just like Keith had promised the instability in the Galra Empire wouldn’t affect their relations with Altea and the other planets in the Federation. The word tastes sour in his mouth, echoes coldly in his ears; a direct contrast to the warmth Lance normally emits.
