#klancehalloween

[lesbianfrankenfurter]

Klance redraw of hotel transylvania 💪

[totesunrepentant]

Half a varga later:

Bonus: Pidge:

Day 26: 'Horror movie'

Or, how Lance and Keith underestimate altean cinema and Pidge gets a new ringtone.

[musicanddancingthroughlife]

Tricks - Klance

K so I’m doing this for @klancehalloween . Hopefully I’ll be able to keep up with these prompts though I might miss a few haha. Today’s prompt was Tricks, so hopefully this works haha. Happy Halloween!

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Tricks, rated G

             “Hey, uh… Keith? Did you um. Did you leave this in my room…?” Lance was gingerly handling a very, very, very glittery pumpkin in his hand, but still couldn’t stop the orange glitter from spilling to the floor.

              Keith didn’t even look up from his phone as he responded, “I don’t know, Lance, do you know anything about that creepy doll thing that keeps popping up in my closet? Any idea where that keeps coming from?”

              There was a moment of silence before Lance grumbled something under his breath, pouting as he walked away. When Keith glanced up he let out an amused puff of air, eyeing the bright trail of orange glitter that followed behind his grumpy boyfriend.

                He also wasn’t at all surprised when Annabelle wound up on his pillow in the middle of the night.

                “KEITH!” Everyone at the breakfast table looked up in alarm at Lance’s enraged shout. Well, everyone except for Keith himself. He just continued to eat.

              “Keith, you better cut it out, or else – or else –“ Pidge looked like she was five seconds away from bursting into laughter. “Or else what, Lance?” she questioned.

              Lance glared from the doorway, completely covered in what looked like spiderwebs, but Keith knew were actually super sticky, long lasting threads he had found in the space mall a few weeks back. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” Somehow, Keith managed to keep his own laughter from his voice, but it was a near thing. Lance seemed to be at a loss for words, so Keith continued, “Isn’t that what you said when I told you to stop throwing that stupid sheet and those masks over Cosmo whenever he decides to visit you? It’s weird when he teleports onto my bed in the middle of the night, looking like some random monster.” Shiro choked on his goo.

              “Keith…” But Lance trailed off, seemingly unsure of what he could say in his defense without admitting to the crime. Keith looked at him expectantly for a few minutes, but when it became obvious that Lance was at a loss, shrugged and went back to his food goo, leaving Lance to stalk back to his room to try and rid himself of the threads.

              That night, Keith was startled by someone knocking on his door. He stopped sharpening his knife, confused as to who might be visiting him. But when he opened the door, he only grew more confused. He stared at Lance, then focused on the steaming cups Lance had in his hands. Then his expression turned more wary. “Lance… what is in that?”

              Lance managed to look sheepish, at least. “Relax, Mullet, it’s hot chocolate.”

              “Hot chocolate?! Where did you find hot chocolate in space?!”

              Lance laughed, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly. “It wasn’t easy, let me tell you. But. I… found some. Um. Would you like to share?”

              Keith hesitated only for a moment before he let the other boy in, settling down on the bed next to him. They sat in silence for a few minutes, broken only by the sound of them sipping on the chocolate they held. Finally, Lance broke the silence. “Back home… It’s about Halloween time. And Halloween… it’s a big thing for me and my family. When we were little, we were all obsessed with trick-or-treating. Like, you would not believe the attack plans we had for our neighborhood and even the others near us.” Keith wasn’t sure why Lance was sharing this, but he found himself relaxing as he always did when Lance told him about his life and family on Earth. “As we got older, I would take my niece and nephew instead, but we always, always had a prank war among me and my brothers. Always. Every year. It was mayhem. But… it was fun.” And that’s when Keith realized what Lance was trying to tell him. He was treating him like family. He wanted to include him in his traditions, traditions Keith hadn’t ever experienced on Earth. “But I know that I can be kind of annoying, and loud… and overbearing… and just. Too much. So… truce? I don’t want to annoy you too much. Or at all. We just always had so much fun with it, but I know not everyone does so I’m really sorry and I promise I’ll stop and leave you alone from now on well at least with the pranks but I just wanted to include you and this was the only way I could think of please don’t hate me.” And Keith couldn’t take it anymore.

              He pulled Lance into a hug.

              “Never, silly boy. I could never hate you,” he responded softly. “And really? I had fun. I really did. It was great, gave me something else to focus on. Something other than the mess that is this war and everything going on with Shiro and my mom and… Anyway. Thank you, Lance. I appreciate it. But,” Keith gave Lance a sly look. “I refuse to accept the truce. Either fight, or be slaughtered. This is war, babe.”

              The look Lance gave Keith made his heart melt.

[scenesaw]

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

Summary: "Lance was confused when he opened his bag. He was either having severe memory issues or something was wrong. That was the third night on a row that he would get home and find chocolate inside his bag. Not any chocolate, no. His favourite. Diamante Negro. Now, it’s not that Lance was complaining about it. (...) But someone was touching his stuff to put it there. Because it wasn’t him." Work based on the prompt "treats" for the 2018 Klance Halloween.

Rated T This fic was written for the @klancehalloween.

[monthlyklance]

GUIDELINES

This is an event for artists and writers with 13 spooky prompts leading up to October 31st.

Some guidelines: -Include #KlanceHalloween as a tag for your work on Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram, and Ao3! -In order to keep this event safe for all ages, please do not put NSFW or graphic violence in the #KlanceHalloween tag. -If you are creating content that could be triggering, include warnings and tag appropriately. -Don't worry about being a day or even a week late to a prompt, post whenever you’re able to! -Feel free to combine your work with prompts from Inktober, Keithtober, or any other events. -Have fun! If you have any questions, ask here.

Prompt list coming soon!

[nikfehu]

Ghosts

Day 03 of Klance Halloween: Ghosts I tried something different with this one, writing from the POV of a camera, so let me know how I did.

“…camera running?” a voice asked. The shot was focused on the ground, a pair of black shoes and jeans the only thing that could be seen with the flashlight. The shot moved forward, to a boy with long black hair and a maroon hoodie shielding his eyes from the light, his arm thrown over his eyes, a flashlight of his own in his hand. The camera angle changed slightly so that the light was no longer in the boy’s eyes.

“Yeah, it’s on now. Sorry about that. Forget this thing had a strong light.” The light was turned off, and instead the shot turned green from the infrared, and more could be seen beyond the boy ahead. There were trees spread sporadically around, headstones lined up neatly around them. A sweep of the camera showed the gate behind them, a car parked beyond it. The flashlight in the boy’s hand was switched on, casting light around them. A second one was turned on from the boy holding the camera.

“It’s fine Lance, let’s just get going already. We’ve wasted enough time,” the boy in the shot said, starting the walk through the graves. The boy holding the camera – Lance – followed him, staying a few steps back to make sure he got everything. His own flashlight swept from side to side casually, contrasting the searching light of the other boy.

“I’m telling you, there’s nothing here Keith. I’ve talked to Pidge and Hunk, and they said definitively that there aren’t ghosts,” Lance said, sounding bored. Keith turned to give him a deadpan look before turning back in the direction he’d been walking. The camera jostled a little with the sound of a soft chuckle.

The shot moved around, catching the cemetery from every angle Lance could get. Sometimes it would swing to one side – or even behind Lance – at the sound of something, and every time it would turn back to Keith smirking. Lance would always say he just wanted to make sure there was no one following them, but Keith would just laugh.

The trees had started to thicken as they walked, the moon light having a harder time getting through. The camera shook a little, as though Lance had shivered. “It’s getting a little chilly, don’t you think Keith? Maybe we should go home. I do not want to get sick,” Lance said, his teeth chattering a little. Keith, however, wasn’t paying attention to what Lance had said, having stopped walking, standing still.

The camera jostled violently as Lance ran into Keith. An audible “Oof!” was heard from Lance, and as the camera righted, it caught Keith putting a finger to his lips, telling Lance to be quiet. He pointed ahead of them, to where the flashlight barely reached. The camera was moved to catch what was over there. It blurry at first, but as it focused, it caught a translucent figure walking between the graves.

They stood there watching for a few minutes, when suddenly the figure turned towards them. Both Keith and Lance yelled, and the camera shook violently as the sound of heavy breathing and dirt crunching under shoes was heard. The shot was mainly of the ground as they ran, but it would occasionally catch a blurry image of behind them, the figure running after them.

The shaking of the camera didn’t stop until they had made it to the car. “Keith hurry up! Unlock the damn car!” Lance yelled, pointing the camera towards the cemetery. It caught the figure still running, almost to the gate.

“Okay, I got it, get in!” Keith yelled, light flooding the shot from the headlights. The camera caught nothing but blurriness as it was thrown, and a loud thud was heard as it landed on the dashboard. It was on its side, but it was still on, trained on the gate. The figure stood there, as though it couldn’t go any further. Keith and Lance were yelling incoherently as the car was started, and the camera slid to the floor as the car was whipped around and sped off. As it hit the ground, it stopped recording, and the shot turned black.

A few days after they’re trip, Lance finally got an email back from Pidge. “Keith! Pidge finally got back to us about the footage!” Keith walked into the living room, sitting next to Lance. Lance had the email pulled up, and both of them scanned the email. Pidge said that what they had seen was just someone projecting the ghost, that it wasn’t real. They had sent screenshots from the film to show that there were light fixtures on some of the trees that helped with the running illusion.

Lance laughed while Keith reread the email, looking at the pictures. He furrowed his eyebrows, and Lance’s laughing died down. “Lance, do you see this?” He pointed to behind the figure. There was a dark, wispy shadow behind it, with darker spots where eyes would be. Lance looked at Keith, looking slightly horrified, Keith having a similar expression on his face. After a few minutes of silence, Lance said that next time they go, they’re bringing Pidge. Keith just nodded in agreement.

[ghost-maya]

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

Words: 877

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Gen

Pairing: Klance

Day one of the @klancehalloween event

Keith almost laughed. Of course, while he was in his worst element, his high school crush decided to show up.

[totesunrepentant]

Part 3 of the Trick & Treat comic for @klancehalloween

Poor Keith he thought they were having a bonding moment.

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Part 1

Part 2