#lance drabble

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hey there! with the latest dialogue prompts posted, maybe 31 with lance and 4 with keith? (seperately) thank you! :)

Random Dialogue Prompts

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you liked these! 

- Lyn

Keith

4. “I can’t find the remote. Do you know where it is?” - “No.” - “Do you have it?” - “I said I don’t know where it is.” - “… Stand up.”

You were watching him intently, his near-frantic searching nothing short but angry. The two of you had recently bought a new TV, but Keith couldn’t find the TV remote in order to test the TV. You, however, knew exactly where it was. As you shifted on the couch, bringing your knees to your chest, ou fingered the page of the book, looking up at Keith over the pages as he stood up, hands on his hips. 

His pony tail had become frizzled from running his hands through his bangs so many times in frustration. His eyes gazed at the boxes before he glanced at you, eyes narrowing when you avoided his gaze. Keith asked you, crossing his arms as he jutted his hip out sassily. 

“I can’t find the remote. Do you know where it is?”

You looked up at him, raising your eyebrow. 

“No. Didn’t you put it on the table when you unpacked the TV?”

Keith shook his head, looking around once more before glancing at you. Your grin was hidden behind your book, but Keith recognized the crinkle of your eyes. Your eyes crinkled every time you smiled, and Keith was immediately suspicious. 

“Do you have it?”

You glared at him slightly as you let your legs spread out along the couch, crossing your feet by the ankles.

“I said I don’t know where it is.”

Keith’s eyes narrowed his eyes.

“...Stand up.”

You exclaimed, exasperated.

“Keith, I just said I don’t have it!”

His eyebrow raised, and you gave him a challenging look. Keith walked over to where your feet were situated before tugging you down the couch. You gave a cry, laughing from the unexpected move, and the remote began to dig into your back. You yelled out, grabbing it and flinging it at him.

“There, you big baby!”

He pointed the end of it at you, stating.

“I knew you had it.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, and Keith simply rolled his eyes before turning on the TV...except that it didn’t turn on.

“Give me the batteries, or I swear to god, I’m leaving you.”

Lance

31. “You’re cute when you’re mad.” - “Yeah, well I’m about to get really fucking adorable.”

You were seething on the inside as you waited for Lance to come back from dinner. You had finished early, wanting to take a nap to alleviate your exhaustion, but when you had gotten to your room, every inch of your room was covered with a cup full of water. A classic prank, but one that annoyed you to the end of the universe. 

As you waited in the hallway, your foot tapped angrily and impatiently. Keith rounded the corner, and he paused when he spied you. He greeted slowly, becoming anxious. 

“Hey, (Y/n). Everything...okay?”

“I’m gonna kill Lance, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Keith’s eyebrow raised before he crossed his arms, leaning against the wall.

“What’d he do this time?”

You simply pointed into your room, and Keith walked over, giving you a curious look. When he looked inside, however, Keith’s eyes widened. Keith couldn’t help but grin.

“I’m not even gonna ask where he got all of these cups.”

“Oh, I am. Then I’m gonna throw each and every one at him.”

Your empty threats made Keith shake his head and roll his eyes. At that moment, Lance rounded the corner, and amusement glinted in his eyes. Keith patted your shoulder.

“Don’t hurt him too much unless you intend on piloting the blue lion.”

“I might just have to for a while after this.”

Keith chuckled before leaving you and Lance. You hissed.

“You wanna explain yourself, McClain?”

Lance grinned before raising his eyebrows up and down.

“I guess you’re gonna have to sleep with me until this all gets cleaned up.”

“I’ll sleep with Keith, thanks.”

Lance put a hand to his heart, pouting.

“Aw, but I’m a great cuddler!”

You closed your eyes as your nails dug into the skin of your arms.

“Lance, Voltron is about to lose a lion if you don’t start cleaning this up.”

Lance just bit his lip as he grinned before winking at you.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.”

You glared at him, growling out.

“Yeah, well I’m about to get really fucking adorable.”

Lance’s eyes widened before he stated.

“I’ll clean this up, I promise.”

“You better. Until then, I’m gonna sleep in one of the guest rooms.”

Lance whined as you walked.

“Aw, but (Y/n)!”

“One hour, Lance!”

[delicatelyherdreams]

Words

Pairing: Lance Tucker x pregnant!Reader

Summary: With less than a week to go until little Tucker is born, Lance and you sit in for a night of cuddling and talking.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 811

Eyes closed.

Head back.

Soft moans.

It was everything you could ask for.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked in a soft whisper right next to your ear.

You gasped lightly as he applied more pressure and nodded. “Yes. Oh god, yes.”

“Not too hard?” Lance inquired, a small smirk evident in his voice.

You laughed. “No, but move up a bit. You’re right on top of a knot.”

Slowly his hands glided up your back towards a tender spot in your shoulder and he began to work on the knot in your muscles. “Like that?”

You groaned as he hit it, slowly easing the tension as he massaged your skin. “Yes. Right there.” You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your lip. “I hope that once he’s out I won’t have these pains anymore.”

He hummed in response. “I doubt you will. You just need to be patient. Give him a few more days.” He finished with your back and carefully slid his hands around your middle and rested them on your swollen stomach.

Your unborn son kicked under his daddy’s touch eliciting a smile from you.

“I think he’s ready to meet you, Lance,” you said as you leaned back into his chest.

Lance held you close and nested his nose into the crook of your neck, planting a gentle kiss on the skin. “I’m ready to meet him.” You felt him smile. “We’re naming him Lance Jr., right?”

You chuckled. “No! Cause if I call for either of you, both will come running.”

“I don’t see what’s so wrong with that.” He grinned.

You turned your head so you could sort of see him in the corner of your vision. “No? Well what if I want some Mommy-Daddy-Special-Time and call for you? If he comes too, we can’t have our Mommy-Daddy-Special-Time now can we?”

Lance looked like the world had ended at your claim. His face was pale and his eyes were blown wide at the horror of the idea. “We are not naming him Lance Jr.,” he said shaking his head vigorously.

You snickered. “Mhmm, thought so.”

He rolled his eyes and tightened his arms around your waist. “So if not Lance, what else? Scott? Derek? Stanley?”

You scrunched your nose up in distaste. “No. I don’t like those. How about Logan?”

He pressed his lips together in thought. “Maybe... I don’t know. ‘Logan Tucker’ has a strange ring to it.”

You bobbed your head. “Yeah I guess.”

He paused for a second in thought before his eyes lit up. “I’ve got it: Carter.”

You looked up at him. “’Carter Tucker,’” you mused, testing the name on your tongue. “I like it.”

Lance grinned, his ego no doubt inflated by your liking of the name he picked. “It’s perfect, no?”

“Don’t get cocky,” you said with a smile. “Just because I like your name choice does not mean anything.”

He hummed as he leaned forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. “No, it means I’m the best at choosing names.”

“Um, false. Last week you wanted to name him ‘Pancake’ cause you were craving pancakes. You are far from the best.”

He turned his head in to place a kiss right below your ear. “I’ve got a gold medal that would say otherwise,” he whispered.

“In gymnastics,” you corrected. “A gold in gymnastics. Does not qualify for naming.”

“Hmm, we can change that. I’m naming the next one too, and I’ll prove to you that I’m the best.”

“The next one?” you asked looking up at him. “This one’s not even out yet and you’re already thinking about having another? Lance, you need to chill out.” You giggled and leaned your head back into him.

“What? Can’t you blame me for being excited to get my family? This is all I’ve always wanted.” He sighed softly, gently tightening his arms around you. “And I’m so glad I’m getting it with you.”

“I’m glad too. But we’ll have to wait a year or two before even thinking about another. I’m not sure I could do another pregnancy so soon, and considering I’d be the one carrying the baby, we’re doing it when I’m ready.” 

“Oh, alright.” Lance went silent for a bit, letting the lack of sound take over the room as you both simply sat there. 

Finally, you broke the silence with a sigh.

“What is it?”

“Oh nothing. I’m just wondering how I got so lucky,” you said bringing your hands up to cover his. You picked up one of his hands and began to play with his fingers. “I love you so much.”

“I’m the lucky one, (y/n),” he corrected. “You put up with all of me, and I love you for it.” He gently squeezed your hand. “You are my one and only, and I wouldn’t trade this for the world.”

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Swooping in 2 days later with this…oops. 

It ends a little Klancey, because…I wrote it. I also love BOM Lance so much, yes. 

Anyway, enjoy! 

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Julance day 17: Blade of Marmora

He’s not sure about the colour purple. 

He races through the rubble, the child in his arms too scared to even cry; just clinging onto him with her feather-brushed arms. Her wings are too small to allow her to fly yet, and even if she could, the smog and debris from the fire are making it exceptionally difficult. 

“Almost there, don’t you worry,” Lance huffs, voice echoing oddly through the Marmora suit helmet.  He’s not sure if the comfort is for him or her. 

All around, he can see the uniform; the hidden soldiers in black and lilac, rushing to aid, to help, to protect. An antithesis of what they were before, what they still are in Lance’s mind. 

Even after all these years, he cannot quite remove himself from The Blade of Marmora of the war. The rebel group who never seemed to quite trust them, whose attitude of necessary deeds for the good of many had him questioning several of their actions. 

But not right now. 

Now he runs in black and purple, doges an onslaught of falling rock, and reaches the next escape ship. He gently places the girl in his arms down, whose frozen limbs do not want to part with him, the sheer terror of the moment still invading her. 

“There you are! This ship is going to take you somewhere safe. Promise,” he adds as she still holds onto his fingers, huge green eyes wide and unsure amongst the jet black feathers. 

So Lance pulls down his hood and flicks the mask off, bending down to her height. 

“I promise,” he says slowly once again. 

And it’s through this contact, through this moment that a tiny flicker of hope returns to her. She nods once, offering the barest hint of a smile in return and lets go. She’s immediately swooped up by one of the adults, but watches Lance as he waves until she’s out of sight. 

Immediately, his mask is drawn back up again, and he stares out at the destruction the earthquake caused, and braces himself for the next step. 

“Well done.” 

He turns slowly, and sees another Marmora figure approach. Even without the voice he knows who it is, has spent too long watching that stance in that uniform to be mistaken. 

Another strike against it; the organisation that took Keith away. But it’s the organisation that brings them together now, partners in aiding who they can where they can. 

Keith moves to stand beside him. “It’s why you’re vital in these missions. There’s more to saving people than just forcing them out of danger. And you’re the best person I know for the job.” 

Inside the mask, his face heats a little. It’s not as if he plans these things, can explain afterwards why he took such actions. The little girl needed to see his face to feel safe, to know she really was out of true danger. So that’s what he did. It’s no more or less than that. 

“Thanks,” he says, not really sure how else to express himself, but Keith nods, for after all this time, he knows how Lance’s mind works, how he’s processing and dealing. 

“We’re moving closer to the centre, need all hands on deck to help evacuate there,” Keith says, moving back to commander mode as they fall into step. 

“Right there with you,” Lance says, saluting ridiculously which gains a chuckles from Keith.

They begin to run, not wasting any time, others in uniform joining them as Keith directs the group towards the city centre. 

As he runs, the ring on the chain inside his uniform bounces, warmed a little as if it knows its proximity to it’s twin, just a few feet away. 

Lance smiles to himself as they flock, a sea of Marmora uniforms ready to save and heal as much as they can. 

He’s still not sure about the colour purple. But it’s growing on him, day by day.

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[classyklancey]

[12:00 am]

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

Lance looks over at Keith, biting his lip as he looks away.

“Seven! Six! Five!”

Keith looks at Lance, taking a deep breath.

“Four! Three! Two!”

They both suddenly march towards each other, going wide-eyed as they see the other moving towards himself.

“Happy New Years!” everyone but them shouts.

Lance and Keith smile softly at each other before connecting their lips. They both pull away with a blush, staring into each other’s eyes.

“Happy New Year, Mullet.” “Happy New Year, Dummy.”

[cumonbucky]

Lance Drabble 18 & 35

Request: 18 and 35 with Lance

18. “Do you still like me?” + “We’re married.”

35. “You know I’m not gonna fall asleep until you make out with me.”

You lay awake in bed next to Lance, staring up at the ceiling as thoughts played through your head. You thought too much during the night. You look over at Lance who had his back to you, sleeping.

“Hey Lance.” you whisper-yelled, shaking his sleeping body. “You up?”

“Yeah.” he responds, turning to face you. It’s obvious you had woken him up. “What’s up?”

“Do you still like me?”

Lance blinks two times. “We’re married.”

“Yeah but do you still like me?” you repeat.

“What kind of - yes, Y/N, I still like you.”

“Like... you like, like me or just like?”

“What?”

You sigh. “Am I in the friend-zone ‘like‘?”

Lance breathed out a chuckle as he licked his lips. “Y/N, We’re married.”

“Yeah but-”

“I married you because I love you. You’re not friend-zoned.”

“Okay, good because I love you too.” you breathed and he smiled lazily. You turn your back to him and close your eyes to go to sleep when your husbands arm snakes over your waist. Lance licks his lips and leans over to whisper to you.

“You know I’m not gonna fall asleep until you make out with me.” he murmured. “It’s the least you could do for waking me up.”

You smile and turn to him. “You’re insane.”

“Yeah,” he licked his lips. “Tell me somethin’ I don’t know.”

And he kissed you.

[classyklancey]

[1:18 am]

Keith and Lance both lay in their respective rooms, staring up at the ceiling wondering if the other was thinking about them just like they both were doing.

[enlacinglineswrites]

Belated post for day 6 Julance prompt! Includes one of my favourite lines from a longer fic of mine. 

And is a little klancey as I can’t resist. 

Enjoy!

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Julance day 6: Rainfall

Summer rain has a melody. Its own brand of song. 

It’s a prelude of anticipation. Days, weeks of heat; that pressure building hour upon hour until the world is braced on the edge. 

It’s approaching. Lance can feel it. It’s been under his skin, the first notes of an oncoming downpour, sounding as muffled chords in the back of his mind. 

A familiar introduction. A refrain once known by heart, now long forgotten. 

But it’s returning.

For once the world is full to bursting, can take the heat no longer, the clouds appear. Their clouds, his clouds. Not fuchsia streaked, not bubbling with strange components that are not rain, not an omen of something other. 

A sign of the true commencement of the piece. 

One drop. Two. Three, a thousand. It breaks so carefully, as if testing the audience is really there, actually appearing behind the curtain. 

But Lance is there, alright. He’s ready. 

He feels the first drop to his face and runs, storms away from the shouts of the other pilots he’s been with on this flight. Nothing matters in this moment more than the serenade; the crescendo rising as the song takes over, it’s audience seated. 

It’s been three months since they all returned victorious to Earth, and this is the first rainfall. 

In a second he’s soaked to the bone as it torrents downward, his ears filled with the soothing drum and beat. He opens his mouth and laughs, taking in the scent and taste of summer rains; the heaviness on his tongue as the rain begins to wash and wipe at the heat, mild water giving it an inch of freshness. 

He opens his arms wide, spins once and just is. Is himself in the rain, his rain, his favourite type of bad weather. Best weather. 

They’ll come for him, call him back soon. Shiro patiently amused, Pidge laughing and joining in, Allura perplexed at the enthusiasm, Hunk understanding and smiling, Keith concerned and wrapping him in a towel. 

But for now he’s just part of his rainfall, lost in its song. 

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[classyklancey]

[12:58 am]

Lance wakes up to see Keith is gone from the bed. He pouts as he sits up, looking around. He tilts his head a bit when he sees Keith sitting on the floor beside the bed.

“Keith? Babe, what’re you doing? It’s,” he looks at the time with a yawn, ”almost one in the morning.” When Keith doesn’t respond, he crawls to his side of the bed and slowly wraps his arms around his shoulders since he was on the floor.

Lance sighs into Keith’s shoulder as he closes his eyes. “Another nightmare?” Keith only nods as he leans into Lance’s touch, bringing his hands to Lance’s arms.

Lance hums as he gives his loved a peck on the cheek. “Why don’t you come cuddle with me and we can talk about it? Then, I’ll tell you a sweet bedtime story while giving you kisses and a lot of compliments?”

Keith smiles at Lance’s words, crawling up onto the bed with him. “I love you, Lance.” “Ah ah, it’s Sharp Shooter to you. But, I love you too, Mullet.”