Klance Microfics 2026!

Welcome to the Klance microfic blog for 2026! For questions see the pinned post below, otherwise enjoy!

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Welcome!

Welcome to the Klance microfic blog! In this pinned post you will find FAQs, Rules, and the most recent set of prompts. If you have questions please read this post before submitting an ask!

Current Prompts!

Here are the most recent prompts for June 2026. There should be alt text in the image but I also list them in plain text at the end of the post if you need! Happy writing!

June

Red

Hot

Freak

Fire

Camp

Map

Bear

Locked

Wicker

Burn

Alone

Wood

Smoulder

Marshmallow

Stars

Plastic

Zipper

Tent

Wind

Late

Glow

S’more

North

Hand

Ghost

Scared

Log

Pillow

Sleep

FAQ!

What is a microfic? A microfic is a very short fanfic, typically under 1000 words. We don't impose a strict limit, but encourage submissions of this size!

What are the prompts? We use one word prompts that are meant to be included somewhere in the fic.

How do I submit? Just tag us! Tagging @klance-microfics-2026 will alert us to your work. We reblog posts typically once a week, although this might increase or decrease depending on interaction!

Can I post on ao3? Yes! Unless you also post on tumblr we can't reblog it (of course), but feel free to post using our ao3 tag "Klance Microfics 2026"

Do I have to do every prompt? Absolutely not! You can do one or any number of prompts, we will still reblog if tagged.

Do I have to do the prompts on the right day? No! You can do any of our prompts throughout the month and we will reblog it, although your post may not get reblogged until the week that your chosen prompt appears in.

Who runs this blog? I do! My name is Avery (she/her), I ship Klance, I'm a uni student and I just write for fun. I run this blog alone, mostly because I wanted it to exist. Any interaction it gets will just be extra fun. Please be patient with me, I'm just one person and I'm pretty busy, but I will respond to asks / tagged posts as soon as I can!

The Rules!

It must be a Klance fic! Other background / previous pairings are fine, but the main ship of the fic should be Klance.

Keep it short! There is no official word limit, but we recommend trying to keep it under 1000 words.

Keep it human! We do not support AI created work and will not reblog it. If we find out an author has submitted AI work without labeling it and it has been reblogged, we will not be reblogging any future work.

Keep it original! If we discover someone has tagged us in stolen / uncredited work of another author you will be blocked and the original created will be notified.

Be nice! We're all human here, and this is just for fun. If you don't like a fic / prompt / etc. just ignore it, or block it, and move on.

Tag Appropriately! Writing NSFW content is fine, but please tag appropriately! Sexual content, graphic descriptions of violence, and other possibly triggering tags should be appropriately visible.

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July Prompts

Celebrating Lance's birthday with some prompts themed around him!

Lance

Older

Solo

Chill

Friend

Missed

Blue

Who

Ready

Drought

Finale

Kiss

Rainstorm

Sew

Still

Midnight

Stargaze

Drama

Responsibility

Did

Always

Blanket

Play

Talk

Try

Reunion

Hero

Future

Jester

Found

Family

[klance-microfics-2026]

July Prompts!

In honor of Lance's birthday enjoy some prompts themed around our favorite blue boy!

[carefulchaotic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

If you told Keith a year ago that his favorite part of being in space would be sneaking off with Lance McClain to stargaze, he would have laughed in your face.

If you told him that stargazing with Lance also included introspective conversations about the nature of the universe and war and loss—frequently reaching an emotional depth that Keith had never shared with another soul? He’d probably assume you invented a new fucked up way to bully him for being gay and punch you in the face.

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day 17 of June for @klance-microfics-2026!

[carefulchaotic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Lance shrugs, playing coy in the way he only ever does to get a reaction out of Keith. “You’re better at it than I am.”

Keith rolls his eyes, already shaking his head at his partner’s nonsense and turning back to his book. “Bullshit. You're just bored and too lazy to get your ass out of the chair,” he chastises, but his voice is too fond for Lance to take any offense at the low blow.

“Uh, rude,” Lance gasps in feigned indignation. “Have you considered that I might want to see your ass out of the chair, being all rugged and resourceful?” Lance tries, resorting to full-on flattery now that Keith is totally onto his schtick.

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day 5 of June for @klance-microfics-2026

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Hot

@klance-microfics-2026 word count: 673

“Lance, we should go.” Keith said, pulling on the sleeve of his boyfriend’s tank top that read ‘I love my transgender husband’ with an outlined t-rex colored with the trans flag (no, Keith didn’t get it, no, they were not married yet, and yes, he was flattered anyway). It was June and they were attending their city’s pride parade, which Keith would be more than happy to do, if it wasn’t so goddamn hot. 

“What! Why? I thought you were having fun!” Lance pouted but reached for his hand, their matching rainbow wristbands bumping together as they marched. 

“I was, but I’m sweating through my jacket- it’s too hot for this, I’m melting.” Lance rolled his eyes and pulled them to the side of the parade so they wouldn’t disrupt traffic, then stopped and let go of Keith’s hand to shrug off his backpack. 

“Here,” he said, holding up a water bottle. “Take your jacket off and drink this, then maybe we can finish the walk.” Keith huffed but obeyed, shrugged off his jacket for Lance to put in his backpack and uncapped the water bottle. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be here, he reasoned as he drank, it was just… a lot. A lot of people, a lot of noise, a lot of color even. The water was a good idea, he had a little bit of a headache and it was probably because he was dehydrated but the multiple booming speakers and general roar of the crowd didn’t help. He was almost done with his water and was going to tell Lance they should still leave when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see a kid, well a teen, a bit shorter than him with long brown hair and a ‘They/Them’ pronoun button on their rainbow shirt.

“Um, sorry!” They said excitedly and not very apologetically, “But are you Keith Kogane? Like, from Voltron?” Keith nodded with a polite smile and the kid squealed excitedly. “I knew it! You are like, so, so, cool! I’m so glad you’re here! I wrote you a letter a few years ago, I don’t know if you read fan mail I sent it to your office- but my name is Codi, and you are like, totally my inspiration! I didn’t think I could ever really be out or like, live as a trans person but then I saw you and, like, you’re trans! But you’re also you! And it was like, wow maybe I can do that too!” 

It was a lot of words very fast but Keith had to smile. He remembered this kid.

“Hi Codi, yeah I actually do remember your letter. It’s good to meet you.” Codi laughed disbelievingly then asked;

“I’m sorry I know we’re strangers and it’s like, a bajillion degrees out, but- could I have a hug?” Keith tensed. This didn’t usually happen anymore, their fame had kind of faded once the Voltron TV show was cast and the actors looked nothing like them, and people started recognizing them less. Keith was grateful because this kind of thing - hugging strangers - was not his ideal, but for Codi?

“Of course.” Keith said warmly, and hugged them. They had tears in their eyes when they pulled away but were still grinning. 

“Wow!” They said, brushing at their cheek, “So embarrassing, but thank you! I won’t keep you. Happy pride!” They shouted before disappearing back into the crowd. Keith stared ahead for a second, dumbfounded, until he felt Lance’s hand back in his. He squeezed gently, an acknowledgement of all the things Keith was feeling that he couldn’t put into words. 

“Still want to leave?” Lance asked, and Keith shook his head.

“No fucking way.” He responded with a wet laugh, and Lance whooped, taking his empty water bottle and zipping up the backpack. Connected by the hand they rejoined the crowd of rainbows together. So it was a little hot, and a little loud, but hey, sometimes that’s just what pride looks like.

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Red

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“Oh my number four! What happened to your neck?” Coran called out and Keith’s hand slapped quickly to the side of his neck, eyes wide, as the other paladins turned to look at him. They were having one of their monthly get-togethers, this time at Lance’s house, and when Keith had shown up early they had gotten a little… carried away.

“Nothing, it’s fine.” He said quickly.

“It’s quite red on the side, are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” Keith spared a glance to Lance who was pink faced and was pointedly not looking at him, which was almost more obvious than if he had been staring.

“It’s fine, Coran. It must just be- um, mosquito bites, or something.” Mercifully Coran nodded, enthusiastically, and the other paladins went back to their conversations.

“Ah, yes! I’ve heard tell of the Earth's mosquito, and the havoc it once wreaked on the human population! I believe your modern human medicine has eradicated the danger?” 

“Uh- yup. Gotta love vaccines.” Keith said awkwardly, still trying to decide how long he had to cover his neck for. Was it really that obvious?

“You know there was a bug on a neighboring planet to Altea that left marks very similar to that, but it had strange effects!” Keith hummed in agreement, trying to catch Lance’s eye but he was staring intently at Hunk while he talked. “We called it a Lovebug! One bite had your systems flooding with endorphins, you might fall in love with any person you saw!”

“That’s interesting, Coran.” Keith mumbled. Maybe he could slip into the house through the back door? 

“Of course they called it that because the bite looked like a lover’s bite as well. I’ll have to do more research on the Earth mosquito. I didn’t realize their marks were so similar to hickeys!” That word hickey must have finally got Lance’s attention because he looked up and caught the SOS in Keith’s expression. As casually as he could, which was not very casual, he set down his drink and grabbed Keith’s elbow, pulling him towards the house.

“Hey I think I have some mosquito ointment inside, let’s just- go check Keith.” He said far louder than necessary as he pulled him away from the group, Keith’s hand still on his neck. “Seriously? You couldn’t have looked in the mirror before coming out here?” He whispered harshly once they were out of earshot.

“Don’t blame me, I didn’t suck on my own neck!” Keith smacked him with his free hand but followed him into the house.

In the backyard their friends watched disappear with shaking heads. 

“I can’t believe they think they’re subtle.” Hunk sighed, and everyone but Coran laughed.

“I wasn’t aware mosquito bites carried a social taboo, was he trying to be subtle? Should I not have mentioned it?” Coran asked genuinely, and Hunk and Pidge laughed.

“You’re fine Coran. I think this just may have been more of a ‘love bug’ situation.” Shiro explained, and Coran’s eyebrows furrowed, then shot up in understanding. 

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June

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It was their first June back on Earth, having arrived in early August the year before, and Lance was determined to go camping. Growing up in Varadero, he had never really been camping before; outdoor activities were always more beach-themed and much closer to home. But now that he was back in the midwest but not locked down at the Garrison, he was determined to experience it.

It helped that Keith loved camping too.

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this.” Pidge said flatly, sitting by being generally unhelpful while he packed his duffel on the kitchen table. “We were basically camping in the lions for months. Starry view, eating rations, getting cabin fever? Now you’re going to willingly sleep on the ground.” 

“It’s not the ground!” Lance protested, unable to resist rising to her sibling integration. “We’ll be in a tent, and a sleeping bag. And I want to go because I’ve never done it before. The lions don’t count, we didn’t roast a single marshmallow.” Pidge snorted.

“I just think you might be romanticizing it a little. And speaking of romanticizing-” She waggled her eyebrows.

“No, don’t-” Lance pointed at her, cheeks already pink.

“I’m just saying! You and Keith, alone in a tent for three whole nights. Anything could happen.” The eyebrow waggling continued and Lance groaned.

“I miss when you were fifteen and grossed out by romance, this sucks.” Pidge cackled but Lance still smiled. “I don’t know. I’m not getting my hopes up. I mean, this is Keith we’re talking about, there was a time when three nights alone in a tent would have killed us.” 

“You mean you would have killed each other.” Pidge corrected.

“Exactly! And now it’s all so different and there’s all this weird tension between us but like, in a good way?”

“Ew.”

“There’s the Pidge I know and love.” Pidge snorted again then hopped down from her place on the kitchen counter to reach into his duffle and pull out his sleeping bag.

“Take this out.” She shoved the roll into Lance’s chest. 

“What, why? I don’t want to carry it separately, it'll be too bulky.” She rolled her eyes.

“Don’t carry it separately, leave it here!” 

“Leave it here?” He repeated and Pidge sighed dramatically.

“Oh Keith,” She said in a dramatic imitation of Lance’s voice. “I must have forgotten my sleeping bag, whatever shall I do? We’ll have to share yours, let’s cuddle for warmth!” They both dissolved into laughter and Lance took the sleeping bag, considering it before finally setting it behind the counter. 

“Alright, you’ve convinced me. I’ll leave it here.” Pidge grinned and then a knock sounded at the door. With one more eyebrow wiggle she answered it and Keith stepped inside, looking more excited than he had all year, fanny pack already on and stocked for the trip.

“Hey Pidge, hey Lance. Are you ready? Got everything you need?” Lance zipped up his duffle with finality, appreciating how light it was now that he took the sleeping bag out. 

“Yeah,” He said, sharing a knowing look with Pidge. “I’m ready, let’s go!” 

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June Prompts!

Campfire Themed! Alt text below

June 2026

@klance-microfics-2026

June

Red

Hot

Freak

Fire

Camp

Map

Bear

Locked

Wicker

Burn

Alone

Wood

Smoulder

Marshmallow

Stars

Plastic

Zipper

Tent

Wind

Late

Glow

S’more

North

Hand

Ghost

Scared

Log

Pillow

Sleep

[missingabuttonortwo]

Drive

@klance-microfics-2026 word count: 472

Keith and Lance did not get along. 

Really; they didn’t. Lance would push, Keith would pull, and they’d both fall over. They set each other off in new and annoying ways every day. Just ask their teammates! They never had anything nice to say about each other, and found one another almost exclusively annoying. And yet.

“Wow, doesn’t he just drive you crazy?” Keith furrowed his brows at the unknown councilmember from whatever planet this was.

“Who?” They scoffed, jerking their head towards where Lance was showing off his salsa skills with a flustered looking party goer. It was obnoxious, sure, but you’ve got to admire the talent. 

“The blue paladin, of course. Tales of your disagreements have reached our planet and I must say after meeting him I entirely understand. He may be of use on the battlefield but in person he is just so annoying. I really don’t know how-” Their words were cut short by the crack of Keith’s fist in their jaw before he really had a chance to think about what he was doing.

“Ugh! Guards!” The councilmember shouted, speech now garbled through their swelling tongue and bleeding mouth. “Seize him! Seize this paladin!” Keith was ready to fight if he had to but while a guard did step forward he made no move to put a hand on him.

“Councilmember Rake, what is the accusation?” The guard said in a guarded but exhausted tone. 

“He punched me!” The councilmember exclaimed, pointing wildly at Keith and holding their jaw. 

“You were insulting a paladin.” Keith barks back. “A paladin who just helped save your planet.” 

“Keith!” Shrio appeared next to him through a small circle that was now forming; great, just what Keith needed. “What happened?”

“They were insulting-” Keith fumbled a little, “a paladin. I-”

“Did you hit them?” Shrio asked, somehow still surprised after all these years. Keith swallowed.

“Yes.” Shrio rubbed at his temple and suddenly Keith felt like he was fifteen again, getting in trouble for being too hot headed when people teased him about his dead dad or gay brother. Things he really cared about. Things he felt like he had to protect. But Lance wasn’t-

“Keith, apologize and go back to the castle. We’ll need to talk about this later. Councilmember, I am deeply sorry for my paladin’s behavior tonight, it was entirely uncalled for.” The councilmember nodded, then looked at Keith expectantly. Keith looked up to see Lance had stopped dancing and was staring right back at him, expression not gloating but concerned. 

“I’m sorry.” Keith said hurriedly, then pushed through the crowd in the direction of the exit, leaving Shiro to clean up the mess he made yet again. If this banquet was somehow making him defensive of Lance then it was the last place he wanted to be.

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Mist

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*super mini one but i was originally writing something angsty and decided that wasn't the vibe so i scrapped it and this is what we got instead!*

There was a certain kind of quiet reserved for the castle after a particularly brutal battle. Maybe after hours of shouting into their comms and yelling locations and commands and requests, the paladins were simply out of words. The only sounds heard were tired feet padding from the hangers to the bridge or their quarters, the whir of the healing pod closing over someone, monitors beeping with reassuring but exhausting notifications of vitals. 

The hiss of the shower turning on.

It was the kind of silence they all felt, and no one really dared break. Lance didn’t fill it with jokes, Pidge didn’t buzz about technical failures or changes to make, Shrio saved his pep talks for tomorrow. The words would come; soon, even, but for a while there was an understood blanket of quiet. Of peace. Which is why Lance heard him coming so easily.

The small room filled with steam as he pulled off his flight suit, armor already discarded, and stepped under the hot spray of the water. The sound of the door opening was loud in the stillness of the room, but Lance didn’t even look up as Keith slipped inside and closed it behind him. He stripped his own flight suit; blue and purple blooming across his left shoulder and hip, and joined Lance under the water. Lance met his eye and reached for his hand; squeezed, but said nothing. It wasn’t the time for arguments, or false promises, or any other words. They stood in the mist together; cleaning their broken bodies and resting their tired minds, breathing in the peace and warmth of each other.

[missingabuttonortwo]

Great

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Keith had to hold his breath when Lance stepped out of his bedroom into the living room of their shared apartment; hair done, skin glowing, and Keith’s own red button up stretched across his shoulders.

“So,” Lance said with a smirk, holding his arms out and spinning to give Keith the full picture. “How do I look?” 

“Well,” Keith pretended to contemplate before conceding, “red is definitely your color.” Lance rolled his eyes but grins as he walks over to check his reflection in the mirror he had put up by their entry way. After becoming roommates back on Earth (Lance needed a little more privacy than his teenage bedroom on his parent’s farm and Keith needed a reliable place to crash when he wasn’t on blade missions - it just made sense), the two had grown… closer. It was exciting for Keith, to see this side of Lance. The side that wasn’t all cocky overconfidence or grim battle strategy. The side that asked Keith to borrow his clothes and looked nervous before he left the house.

“I just hope she likes it…” He muttered to the mirror, and Keith’s expression dropped a little.

“I thought you had a meeting?” He asked, standing to walk over to Lance and smooth down where his collar was flipped up in the back.

“Oh, thanks!” Lance turned to him, still smiling nervously. “Yeah, a meeting. Kind of. With Allura, over dinner.” Well that raised Keith’s eyebrows.

“So, a date?” Lance turned back to the mirror, messing with his hair again.

“We didn’t call it that but, maybe if I’m lucky.” Keith hummed acknowledgement, busying his hands with the keys on the entryway table. Their keys to their apartment in their key bowl. 

“I thought you were over her. Didn’t it end badly enough last time you two were ‘on again’?” Lance snorted, grabbing his keys from the bowl. His fingers brushed Keith’s.

“That’s because last time I was a boy. Now; I’m a man.” He said it like it was a joke but Keith didn’t laugh and Lance’s smile was still more nervous than excited. “I’m just seeing where it goes, okay? I’m trying not to put too much hope in it but, I don’t know. I can’t just… wait around forever, you know? I’ve got to put myself out there.”

“Wait around for what?” Keith asks seriously, meeting Lance’s eye. He looks away.

“I don’t know. A miracle?” He sounds resigned, sad, but Keith has no idea what he’s referring to, and after just a second the sadness drops and Lance smiles again, finally meeting Keith’s eye in the mirror.

“Seriously though, how do I look? Okay?” Keith swallows something hard and tries to give Lance his best encouraging smile. It looks strained even to him.

“You look great.” He says genuinely, and they stand there for a second, just looking at each other.

Finally Lance moves, slips on his shoes and does one final mirror check before opening the door and stepping out. “Well,” he sighs, probably pushing down nerves at the upcoming date. “Don’t wait up!” Then with an overly exaggerated wink he’s gone, the door closes and Lance disappears in Keith’s shirt, his heart in the upper pocket.

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Done

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The thing about being a paladin of Voltron, defender of the universe and savior of its people, was that sometimes you pilot a giant robot lion and fight evil in epic battles, but most of the time, you sit in a board room somewhere and try to stay awake through the end of a meeting.

In their three years as paladins, Keith had gotten a lot better at this part of the job. He paid attention, most of the time, and had become very good at convincing their less enthusiastic or more nervous potential allies to take up the cause. The problem, well it wasn’t really a problem but did pose some boredom related challenges; reluctant planets were getting fewer and further between. The more people they recruited to their cause, the more the word spread, and the less any planet was inclined to refuse them. Which was great! The coalition was growing, their allies were strong, and things looked good for the ending of the war. 

This did, however, mean that the paladins were sitting through the same diplomatic elevator pitch for the coalition without much to do over, and over, and over again. 

This was the fifth planet and fifth meeting in as many days, and there were still at least forty ticks before Allura would finish her spiel. Breathing deep and leaning back in his chair Keith tried not to let his eyes cross from boredom when a touch to his leg made him jump. Lance had reached over without taking his eyes off Allura and pushed a note into his lap.

As discreetly as he could Keith took the note and unfolded it. 

Meet me in the bathroom in 5?

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and tried to subtly reach for his pen on the table in front of him. 

Allura will cut our dicks off. You can wait an hour.

The two had been secretly going out for… well, an indeterminate amount of time, depending on how you measured ‘going out’. It was secret, rushed, and ill-defined, but it had been at least three months since Keith had felt anything akin to ‘normal’ about Lance, and he was pretty sure the feeling was mutual. 

Slowly, as to not attract attention, he stretched, reaching over and dropping the note back in Lance’s lap. Unfortunately he immediately looked up and locked eyes with Allura, who had paused her practiced speech and was staring at him pointedly. The moment was made worse when Lance, unnoticing of Allura’s glare, picked up the note and audibly snorted.

“Lance, Keith,” Allura said in her cuttingly sharp diplomatic tone that said answer this question correctly or I will be skinning you alive. “Do you have something relevant to the meeting you would like to share?” Keith cleared his throat and tried not to let his embarrassment show.

“No, princess.” he muttered while Lance shook his head.

“Well if you’re done passing notes-” Allura began sharply, before the queen started to laugh.

“Oh let them be.” She chuckled, shifting in her chair to lean forward and place a long four fingered hand on Allura’s arm. “The woes of a paladin are great, let them savor the joys of young love.” She spoke so calmly, so confidently, that it took Keith a moment to process what she had said until he heard Lance choke beside him and- yup, his face was definitely burning now.

“That’s not- we aren’t- I’m-” Keith started and stopped a few sentences while Lance, notably, was silent beside him, before the queen, thankfully, interrupted his stunted attempt at a defense.

“Oh, forgive me, paladins. I do not mean to embarrass you. As Kari we have a sense for this affairs of the heart. I assure you, you were suitably subtle.” Keith nodded quickly and averted his gaze, silently begging Allura to resume her presentation and end his suffering. 

Always the professional, she did just that, and after a minute Keith allowed himself to raise his gaze from the table in front of them and glance sideways at Lance, who was already staring back at him. Lance gave a small smile and tilted his head, shrugging a little as if to say we’re in it now. Then, amazingly, he offered his hand under the table. 

Fighting the urge to look around the room and see who might be watching, Keith kept his gaze on Lance, returned his awkward smile and took his hand, trying to savor indeed whatever this moment might be.

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Read

@klance-microfics-2026 word count: 628

So maybe Keith had a problem with not knocking when he should. Sue him! He lived alone in a house with one door for a while, knocking wasn’t really necessary. Then of course on the castleship, with all those semi-psychic automated doors and hand scanners, there wasn’t really any place he wasn’t allowed to go that would still open for him. Now, of course, there was never a need for it. He and Lance had been married for ten years now, there was nothing he hadn’t already seen. 

Except this.

“Are you wearing glasses?” 

“Wha- Keith!” Lance squawked, hand under Keith’s pillow where he had shoved the alleged glasses. “Don’t you knock!” 

“On my own bedroom door? Not usually.” Keith chuckled, leaning on the door frame. Lance’s face was red and he wouldn’t meet Keith’s eye. He was obviously embarrassed, and Keith really should be sympathetic right now, but he hadn’t seen this version of Lance in years and he forgot how cute he was. “Lance, why are you wearing glasses?” 

“I’m not.” Lance said immediately and Keith rolled his eyes and walked over to his side of the bed, lifting his pillow revealing Lance’s hand and the dark blue glasses in his grip. Keith raised his eyes with a pointed look and his husband sighed, resigned. “Ronnie gave them to me. They help me read.” 

Keith took the pair from Lance and held them up, examining them. They were made of thick plastic, the lenses thin and rectangular. He bent the arms out at their hinges and gently pushed them onto Lance's face. Thoughtfully he rested his hand on Lance’s chin, tilting his head up to get a look at them properly, and smiled.

“I like them. You look handsome.” Lance, his husband of ten years and partner of almost fifteen, who practically runs on compliments and caffeine, blushed.

“You don’t think they make me look…” He waved his hand abstractedly.

“What? Nerdy?” They both laughed.

“No, old!” Lance chuckled. “I need reading glasses just to read a stupid expense report. Not very young and hip of me.” Keith snorted.

“Okay, first of all,” He reached for the tablet in Lance’s lap, leaning over him to set it on his night stand. “What really makes you look old is reading expense reports in bed. You’re the one who’s always telling me our bed is ‘a sanctuary’.”

“That’s about eating food in bed and you know it!” Lance interrupted.

“Second of all,” Keith blazed on, lifting up the covers to get scooch into his spot in bed laying next to the love of his life, “Neither of us has been ‘young’ or ‘hip’ in a while. Probably since it was ‘hip’ to say ‘hip’. That went out the window when we started having back pain at twenty eight and twenty nine.” Lance huffed but leaned into Keith anyway.

“You’re sure they don’t make me less… attractive to you?” Lance sounds serious, but Keith isn’t worried. If their relationship can survive an intergalactic space war it can survive the consequences of growing old afterward. He smiled up at where Lance was still sitting against the headboard with the smile Lance had unknowingly taught him how to have; soft and genuine, like Keith didn’t know how to be before they fell in love.

“They make your eyes look more blue,” He observed, “and just as attractive as ever. So like, an eight out of ten.” 

“Eight!” Lance squawked, playfully smacking at his shoulder. “I’ll show you eight! I’ll show you how young I can really be!” Keith’s laugh was muffled as he sunk back into the mattress, Lance’s mouth on his. Fifteen years and each kiss still felt like coming home, like seeing the world clearly for the first time.

[carefulchaotic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Keith clings on tight to every single fact he can untangle from the visions—can’t help but study every detail to try to find more than what he is shown.

He fears that solving this puzzle may be the only thing left tethering him to sanity.

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day 7 of May for @klance-microfics-2026

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Shine

@klance-microfics-2026 word count: 784

Notes: I'm not dead!! Finally posting something after suffering through (most) of my finals. I still have some work to do, so not sure if I can start posting every day again already, but I did this one! Also, I do plan on finishing the 5+1 I started! I just haven't yet 🤫 Enjoy!

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The sun beat down on the Cuban flower farm, and made Lance’s forehead shine with sweat. He wasn’t even supposed to be out here right now. Keith had shown up, unexpectedly, for the first time in what felt like years but was really only eight months, according to Lance’s Mama’s open-shirt-farmer-calendar, and Lance had panicked. Grabbed the closest gardening tool and ran out the back door to get his pulse under control in peace.

“Knew you’d be out here, you chicken.” A familiar voice said behind him, but it wasn’t Keith.

“What do you want, Rachel?” He huffed, instead of addressing the chicken allegations. 

“Your boy is drowning in there. Mama’s not holding back with her questions.” Lance blanched a little at that, but tried to shove down the guilt. If Mama was tearing into Keith it was only because she knew what Lance had been going through. Maybe he earned the awkwardness of trying to explain himself. “Are you seriously not going to go rescue him?” Rachel scoffed when Lance kept hoeing uselessly at an already tilled flowerbed. He actually had to be a little careful he didn’t disturb the baby seedlings, still under the Earth.

A sharp kick to his shin prompted him to speak again.

“He doesn’t need me to rescue him. If he didn’t want to talk to Mama he shouldn’t have come here, this is her farm.” 

“We both know who he’s here for.” Her tone was disbelieving, but Lance wasn’t sure why. She had seen what happened the last time Keith was here. His whole family had watched Keith break his heart when he walked out the front door. Giving up on his fake gardening he leaned on the hoe and leveled her with a glare, which she returned in twin. “You need to talk to him.” “I don’t want to!” He huffed a bit petulantly, to which she jerkingly grabbed the hoe out from under his chin, not-so-gently uppercutting him. “Jesus, Rachel!”

“Yes you do!” He opened his mouth but she didn’t give him any time to refute. “You have done nothing but mope and sulk around here and avoid talking about him for months!” Lance scoffed  but she bulldozed on, “You’re acting all heartsick and heartbroken for a boy that didn’t even reject you!” 

“He basically rejected me!” Lance interjected, and Rachel shoved his shoulder hard enough to bruise.

“He did not! He said he needed time, Lance!” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as if reminding herself to be patient. “He told you that he needed time and that he would come back. Well, he’s back. Don’t you want to hear what he has to say?” They stood in silence for a moment. 

“What if he doesn’t want me anymore?” Lance mumbles eventually, kicking the dirt awkwardly. As much as he loved his sister, he was not used to talking about this kind of thing with her.

“That’s ridiculous.” She said immediately.

“He’s been gone eight months! That’s like, two years in Keith time! What was he doing that whole time? Did he… meet someone else, or, I don’t know, become a space monk? Did it really take that long to figure out if he wants to be with me?” Rachel gave him a sympathetic look, her first in this conversation, then pursed her lips.

“I am not the person you should be having this conversion with.” 

He nodded, but made no move to go inside. She was right. He knew she was right. Whether Keith wanted to be with him or not, they needed to talk. Clear the air. At least if Keith breaks his heart for real he can start to… Lance doesn’t even know. Move on? Is that what he would have to do? Because that didn’t even seem possible.

Lance didn’t have to come up with any other excuses not to go inside though, because the screen door on the back of the house slammed shut and when Lance looked up his heart jumped into his throat. 

“Keith…” He breathed, like it had been punched out of him at the sight, although the other boy definitely couldn’t hear from where he stood across the yard. He looked good. No different than the last time Lance had seen him, but good. Too good. Lance felt panic rise in the back of his neck again, but a jab to his ribs got his attention.

“Lance,” Rachel said somewhat sharply, clocking her little brothers ‘tuck tail and run’ expression. “Talk. To. Him.” She shoved him slightly towards Keith, who smiled a little and raised his hand awkwardly. Gulping, he walked toward Keith, ready for his life to change, one way or another.

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May Prompts!

Shine

Brave

Test

Gem

Look

Old

Study

Wooden

Fresh

Plate

Weave

Clock

Ring

Truth

Rain

Call

Vein

Loud

Sing

Present

Read

Done

Great

Emerald

Dirty

Mist

Drive

Hill

End

Birthday

Night