He just sees the sparkle in Keith’s eyes. The small satisfied smile on his face and the way he’s carrying himself with a subtle sense of pride. Clearly pleased about something but trying to tamp it down.
And when he asks him “What’s got you all smiley?” Keith simply shrugs and says “nothing”
Lance doesn’t push it though, because seeing Keith like this? All confident and practically glowing? It’s a huge turn on for him.
It’s not until later—when they’re alone—that Lance finally figures it out.
Not until Keith is in his lap and there’s something soft yet distinctly *new* bumping into him that he finally puts the pieces together.
And once he does, there’s no stopping him from showing Keith just how much he loves and cherishes him.
Just Keith having gender euphoria and Lance thinking “wow that’s hot” 🤷♀️
Okay so I know we all hate the farmer Lance ending to Voltron cuz wtf ya know BUT HEAR ME OUT
Stardew Valley Au where Lance inherits his great uncle’s farm in Pelican Town after struggling with finding his path in life, moving to the town to find that there’s more to the town than meets the eye.
Keith who grew up there with his late father. He kinda takes on a bit of Abigail’s adventurous spirit who had roamed the previously abandoned farm, exploring the monster infested mines, mixed with Sebastian’s antisocial reclusive attitude.
There’s Shiro and Adam, Shiro just returning home and having to learn to cope with his ptsd from being a prisoner of war.
You can have the Holts as a the science family up in the mountains.
Hunk, chef extraordinaire, and Shay running the saloon.
Coran taking on the role of the wizard, knowing everything mystical in nature and living in the tower castle.
And Allura and Romelle being roommates as Emily and Haley.
The blade of mamora as the adventurers guild.
And of course, the mice running the hat shop.
👀 👀 👀
As for the rest of the Stardew npcs I have no idea 💀
But the farm can be either the beach farm (cuz Lance and the ocean) OR the wilderness farm (cuz monsters and Keith).
keith being so interested and invested in lance's pleasure, telling him to fuck himself on his cock, to take what he wants. he'll watch lance bounce eagerly, wrecking himself to ruins, using keith's fat length to fill him up oh so nicely and so perfectly.
lance grips keith's broad shoulders tightly, nails digging in and nestling there as he supports his weight so he can sufficiently ride his boyfriend's hard dick. "mmhhh, keith. so good, feels so good babyyy," he whines out. "yeah?" keith rasps.
"that's it sweetheart. love it when you use my dick like that. so perfect for me," he groans, bringing an adoring hand up to run tenderly through lance's hair, a direct contrast with the harsh thrusts his hips are now making, fucking up into lance's hole.
Keith woke to gentle kisses being pressed to the shell of his ear. Wrapped up under the warm covers of his bed, he pulled the strong arm that was hugged around his middle even tighter, pressing his boyfriend’s hand, which had crept up under his shirt as they slept, to his chest, kissing his knuckles.
“Hmm, morning, baby,” Lance hummed, burying his nose snuggly into Keith’s mess of black hair. Keith felt him breathe out happily, the way their feet brushed together at the foot of the bed adding to the serene feeling that was swiftly taking over all of his senses. Every place on him that Lance touched tingled with a warmth that sent goosebumps all over his body, and every breath they took in unison as they snoozed well past Keith’s alarm made his heart swell and his smile grow exponentially.
“Morning, Lance. Mmh, it’s so sunny and nice you could almost forget that it’s Monday,” he mumbled, rolling over so that he could face his boyfriend. “And your sleepy voice is just so sexy,” he giggled, pressing their foreheads together.
Lance scrunched up his face, still yet to open his eyes, simply holding Keith closer to him to stop him from wriggling around so much. “Yeah, you can even hear the birds chirping,” he replied with a content sigh, purposefully skipping over Keith’s crass sentiment.
“Aw, you also say really sappy, cliche things when you’re half asleep. Did you know that?” Keith’s aimed a toothy grin at Lance as he opened his eyes to lour, who merely pulled the pillow out from under Keith’s head and gently smack it back down over his face which a ‘whump’.
Keith tossed it aside, rolling over to share Lance’s pillow so that he could press a kiss to his lips. ‘The first one of the day’ he thought to himself, closed mouth to avoid Lance’s nasty morning breath.
“Hey Lance, you know you have terrible morn-”
Knock, knock.
“Keith, are you up? I heard your alarm go off. Breakfast will be on the table in five; don’t make me come and get you.” Keith and Lance froze as Keith’s mother spoke gently through the door from the hallway. Keith even heard Lance hold his breath.
“Yeah, uh, coming mum,” he called back. They waited for her footsteps to disappear down the hall before Keith could even tear his eyes away from the door, relaxing against his bed as Lance let out his breath with a disappointed sigh. He knew what was coming.
“Okay, Romeo, out you go.” Keith patted Lance’s thigh as he pulled back the covers. Lance, left only in his sweatpants, laid firmly on the mattress shaking his head.
“Nooo, I don’t want to go. Let me stay,” he whined, attempting to pull Keith back against his chest before he could reach for the hoodie he’d stolen from him about a week prior.
“Mum would kill me if she knew you’d been sneaking in at night, you have to,” Keith pleaded, eyes wide as he tried to force Lance out of his bed.
“Keith, I’ve been staying here about three nights a week for the last two months! You don’t think she knows?” He asked, leaning over the bed to put his socks back on, tying his converse with a huff.
“Nope,” Keith said frankly, shaking his arms until his hands poked out of the ends of Lance’s hoodie. He climbed out of bed, catching one of Lance’s arms as he grabbed his shirt, pulling him to his feet. “And she isn’t going to find out. Now, window. Out.” Keith gave Lance a gentle push towards the second-storey window, an easily slidable roof just underneath it that would drop Lance in the front yard of Keith’s house. Lance held his hand up to his heart, scorned.
“Nine whole months I’ve loved you and here you are, forcing your dear, sweet boyfriend out of a window to ride his bike the whole way home. How you wound me,” he feigned. Keith raised an unsympathetic brow, arms crossed over his chest.
“Forsooth,” he mused, causing Lance’s facade to crack with the upturn of the corner of his lip.
“Ah, so you finally did your English homework,” Lance said, one foot already standing on top of the garage. He straddled the window sill as he slid on his shirt.
“I may has't,” Keith smiled before dawdling over to Lance, handing him his phone. “See you at school.”
“Don’t be late,” Lance said, standing fully on the roof so that he could lean back in, hands supporting him on the sill. “I love you.”
Lance kissed Keith sweetly, clearly not caring as much about morning breath as Keith did.
“I love you too,” Keith said before leaning in again, even if he knew that Lance did it on purpose, because Keith really just wanted to kiss his boyfriend. “Bye.”
“Bye,” they muttered to each other between short pecks before Lance pushed himself up, slid down the roof, and landed skilfully on the lawn. Keith watched him as he ran down to the street, pulling his bike out of the bush he had stowed it in, and rode off towards his own house. Keith watched until he’d disappeared over the crest of the hill that led to his street, actually enjoying the warm sun and the singing birds because Mondays were always good when he started them next to Lance.
“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Keith was startled back to reality by his mother’s voice. He’d not even noticed she’d come back up to find him.
“Oh just… some birds,” Keith lied. Krolia stared at her son for a second.
“Okay,” she replied. “Come get breakfast, we have to leave soon.”
“Cool, be down in a sec.”
***
Keith woke up tangled in sheets and all of the extra blankets he and Lance had thrown over themselves as they went to sleep the night before. His entire body was engulfed in the warmth of the strong arms holding him close, heat radiating off Lance’s chest that was pressed tight to Keith’s back.
Lance groaned as they both stirred, instantly pulling Keith even closer as the raven wiggled around to face his boyfriend. Keith felt a sleepy kiss against his forehead as he tucked his face into Lance’s neck. It was warm there. No need or desire lingered to go anywhere else.
Lance adjusted his feet to intertwine them with Keith’s. He, however, managed to pull the blankets with him as he did and for a brief moment, a gust of piercing cold air let itself into their safe cocoon. In unison, they gasped an indigent “Ah!” and huddled in together, giggling as they found themselves safe from the dreary Monday morning weather.
They laid in silence, sharing soft, lazy kisses as the rain poured on outside. The windows were fogged and if they tried just the slightest it was as if nothing else in the world existed outside Keith’s bedroom.
Until they heard shuffling around in the kitchen below.
Keith let out a deep sigh, placing a few more kisses to Lance’s defined collar bone before patting his side solemnly.
“Hhh, you should probably go now,” he weighed the unfortunate words on his tongue as he spoke. Lance merely groaned in response, snuggling deeper under the mountain of soft blankets where the sting of the outside couldn’t get him.
“Keith, baby. You can’t possibly make me go out there. You wouldn’t make me ride home in the rain,” Lance begged, holding him and rocking him, like a half-hearted shakedown. Keith huffed, considering his options for a second.
He peeked his head out of the covers, hair still a mess over his face. It looked so cold out there that his skin prickled just at the thought of it. But then he thought of his mother downstairs, catching them. Each rattle of a closing kitchen draw made his heart pound. It was a tough choice.
“Oh my god, you’re gonna make me ride home. I can’t believe my small, loving, sweet boyfriend is going to send me out like this. I could catch a cold Keith. Do you wanna be the one looking after this snotty-nosed bastard?” Lance persisted almost too loudly and pointed to himself.
Keith snorted and placed his hand over Lance’s mouth to hush him. He thought about it for a second longer, eyes narrowed to a squint, shifting from the bedroom door to the window. Lance’s eyes remained wide as he awaited Keith’s verdict.
“Fine,” Keith said after a second. Lance whispered an elated cheer before pulling the both of them back under the blanket pile to cuddle.
Keith didn’t know what his next move was, but while he was laying so comfortably and soundly in Lance’s arms he was sure of one thing. That move was not going to be for many, many minutes. He opened his eyes so that he was just staring blankly at Lance’s chest as the brunet carded a hand through Keith’s knotty hair—the pair simply pretending that it wasn’t as such due to Keith sleeping like the dead, and Lance’s fingers totally weren’t getting stuck and tugging on a knot every few strokes.
Keith was almost completely lulled back to sleep when he heard a knock.
“Keith, I called you already what are you up to?” His mother’s voice became increasingly clearer as the door opened ajar and without a second to lose he threw the blankets over Lance’s head, holding them tightly up to his chin. He hoped it looked like he was just really cold, and that their entangled bodies just looked like Keith under a mass of about four quilts.
If Krolia knew anything, she wasn’t letting on; Keith thought he was safe.
“Oh, yeah, sorry. Bit hard to get out of bed today. I have to plan my course wisely to get from here to the warm shower with as little time in the antarctic hallway as possible,” Keith explained, trying to appear nonchalant as Lance feathered kisses to anywhere he could reach on Keith’s chest without moving. Krolia nodded inconspicuously.
“Okay, well, breakfast is on the table, get it while it’s hot,” she told him taking a step back out of the room. She stopped, however, just as she was about to close the door. “Oh, and there is a place set for Lance too,” she eyed Keith smugly, a faint smirk on her lips as she closed the door.
Keith heard a quiet ‘oh fuck’ from under the covers and, well, yeah. That.
I wrote this on impulse, it's 12:34am and I have no energy to correct it and since it's very different from my usual style I have no idea if I'll have the courage to post it tmrw sO here u go
I'm Probably never posting it bc I would combust but I do have a fic idea where KEITH accidentally takes the space viagra (aliens thought it would kill him, galra genes are nice, it ends up acting like an aphrodisiac) and basically begs Lance to Do Things To Him and the other Paladins all stay suspiciously away from their side of the sleeping quarters hallway until Lance shows up at breakfast the next morning to grab them both food looking thoroughly debauched.
oh. my. god I love that but I might actually melt because that sounds equal parts amazing as it does embarrassing and frankly I understand why you'd hesitate to post it gutihjvfknd
“I don't hate you but I want to hate you because you're always trying to be better than me!”
“I’m not! That's in your head, Lance! All this time I was flirting with you!”
“But you and Allura-“
“I’m gay and she is literally a lesbian. We didn't get lost in space together for fun.”
Lance was silent and his face was bright red. Keith wondered if he made the right move, telling him.
“You're gay?” Lance stammered.
“You didn't notice?”
“Shit.”
Keith crossed his arms and silently fidgeted with his sleeves. Lance was going to reject him, wasn't he? He knew the guy wasn't homophobic, but he never knew if Lance liked guys as well as the girls he flirted with.
“Keith?” Lance asked
Keith looked up and saw that Lance’s face was suspiciously close to his. Lance was staring at his lips.
“What are you doing?”
And then he kissed him. Lance’s lips were warm and slightly wet when they bumped into his. His nose awkwardly graced Keith’s skin. The kiss couldn't have taken more than three seconds, but it felt like three hours. Keith’s heart was racing.
“What the fuck?” Keith exclaimed as soon as Lance pulled away.
Lance stared at him, looking confused. “I thought you liked me?”
“Don't randomly kiss me you idiot! Do you even like me!?”
“Yes?” Lance answered. “That's why I kissed you!”
“You like me?”
“I’m surprised too, but yes I do!”
Lance liked him. So he wasn't delusional. He liked him.
“Just ask me next time, okay?” Keith said. “Don't scare me like that.”
Lance smiled at him, beaming like the sun on a summer afternoon . Keith felt warm.
“Keith, can I kiss you?”
Keith nodded. “Yeah, okay, go ahead.”
Lance leaned in a second time, now more slowly. The second kiss couldn't have been more different than the first one. This one, took way longer. Keith had his hands around the back of Lance’s neck, he could feel the comfortable warmth of his skin on his fingers. Lance was holding him by the waist, hands gripping his T-shirt. Their lips moved together slowly, exploring each other. Lance was a great kisser, even if it meant that Keith felt a little jealous of the girls (and boys?) he practiced on. But Lance was his now, wasn't he?
Keith pulled away. Lance looked him in the face, his eyes blue and pupils dilated.
“Are we dating now?” Keith asked.
“Yeah, I guess. Can I call you my boyfriend?”
“Yes. We're boyfriends.”
“Okay!”
This time, Keith was the one who leaned in and they kissed a third time.
"Lance!" Keith yelled, hopping out of the black lion and running over to red. Lance could hear his voice bouncing around in the interior of his own lion.
"Lance, what the hell! Open up!" Keith spit out, now banging on red's door. She growled lowly in mild irritation in Lance's mind. He snorted. This lion was just like Keith, short tempered.
Lance sent soothing sensations to her as she opened up automatically and without him asking for her former pilot. Keith took the opportunity to come barging in, eyes ablaze.
"What the hell would you do that for?? I gave the command to fall back, Lance!" Keith shouted.
He was referring to when moments before they landed, amidts their impromptu battle with the galra, Lance had taken a hit that he could've avoided.
"I don't understand why you would even do that! You weren't even in the way, man!" Keith continued in a rage.
Lance sighed. "Keith man, can you let me get a word in? Sheesh. It's almost like you're me, I thought blabbering was my thing," Lance joked good naturedly. Keith didn't appreciate it this time.
"Don't try to joke right now or change the subject!" Keith stalked over to where Lance sat in the pilot's chair, poking an accusing finger at his broad chest.
"This isn't funny. Why did you do it?" He asked, voiced pained and breaking.
Lance smiled softly, averting his eyes. "Keith..." He started. "It was heading right for you. How could I not?"
He was at peace with his spur of the moment decision to protect Keith. It was like he didn't even think about it, doing it instinctually. He didn't regret it and knew he would do it again if he had to.
Keith's eyes widened and a flush bloomed on his face. But then he shook his head slightly and his thick, dark brow furrowed again, and Lance knew he wasn't over getting chewed out.
"You deliberately disobeyed my orders! And by doing that, you put all of Voltron in danger," he spoke gravely. "Especially yourself."
"Keith," Lance began, voice soft but was cut off by Keith. "I don't understand, Lance. Why would you jeopardize your own safety? Help me understand," he went on, reminding Lance of Shiro with his authoritative tone and disappointed folded arms.
"Keith. I had to protect you. I-" Lance spoke earnestly, breathlessly, eyes gleaming with clarity. "I will always choose to protect you. I couldn't just let it hit you, how don't you get that?" He rasped out.
Keith's eyes were red rimmed. He was silent, the low thrumming of red loud in between them, her attempt to placate the wild emotion emanating from both boys.
And then, "I could never ask you to put yourself in danger for me, Lance," His voice was soft and strained, hoarse and tired. He spoke sadly.
At that, Lance stood. "Don't you see?" He asked, shoulders finding purchase on Keith's shoulders and eyes searching his.
He had to make him understand.
"You don't have to ask. You never have to ask, Keith," Lance was cupping his cheeks now, completely abandoning all inhibitions.
It didn't seem necessary to repress any of the feelings he had been harbouring for his leader now. Why pretend like he wasn't his whole world when he had already done something so large, so vast and blatant in his affections for him?
There was no point anymore. No reason to hide.
When Keith objected with a half hearted and blubbering "You b-bastard," a stray tear trailing its way down his flushed cheeks, Lance laughed, hopelessly endeared and then leaned in and kissed him.
And when Keith immediately sighed into his mouth, arms quickly curling around Lance's waist, he knew that being impulsive had never felt so good.
After pulling away, Lance wiping the tear off Keith's face, Lance smirked at him. "Don't act like you wouldn't do the same for me, sweetheart" he sassed, cheekily.
Keith laughed, cheeks bright with a blush at the pet name and the sound and sight were all Lance wanted to hear for as long as humanly possible.
