#smitten lance

[anonymouszephyrus]

Keith's really smart but doesn't fully understand humor so he'll pretend not to know some pop culture thing or extremely essential piece of knowledge for the bit and everyone takes him seriously and now everyone on the ship thinks he not only doesn't know what Legos are but also didn't know the difference between blue and green until Voltron.

Now... At first, I couldn't whether this was supposed to be a request for me to write until I actually started reading it and my little brain processed the damn thing. So here it is <3

(I may have gone way too off the script but oh well. I really liked it NFKJAN It's short but oh well, whoever wants to use it- go ahead. Have fun!)

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"Keith."

Lance stared back at him with a perplexed, almost offended look in his eyes. The red paladin was almost tempted to stop the act and laugh in his face at how gobsmackingly stupid he looked right now. "Don't be fucking with me right now."

The blue paladin looked so serious and so utterly cute as he stared down at Keith on the floor, "What?" Keith answered, tilting his head a bit as he looked up at Lance.

"Are you colorblind?" He asked, moving closer to him, "Or just actually clueless?"

Keith couldn't help but give out a small chuckle, "I'm not colorblind, Lance. I'm quite sure of that."

It had been just a few weeks since the 'reveal' that Keith didn't know what Legos were.. that was fine, apparently. Not everyone had the option of having those little foot-breaking blocks... no, the thing Lance was so offended and disgruntled by was the fact that Keith mistook his blue lion for Pidge's. Not only were they different sizes, but Lance was so offended that his beauty of a lion was being compared to Pidge's snarky and "know-it-all" one. No offense, Pidge. He said before.

He might have chalked it up to Keith being slightly colorblind or his Galran heritage having something to do with the way he sees color... but the red paladin have proved before that he did know the difference between the two lions.. and now, Lance was utterly convinced he was just doing it to fuck with him.

"You're such a bitch." Keith laughed at his reaction, the very nerve!

How could he just sit there and laugh and look so beautiful?! It seemed as though Keith took pleasure in tormenting him, mocking him with his laughter and leaving Lance feeling foolish and inadequate. The audacity of that little shit...

This infuriatingly bossy, annoying, devious, stubborn, hot-headed, irresistible-

The blue paladin stared at him. Stared at how Keith laughed, realizing he didn't do it very often. He sat there and stared at him, for a long time he now realized.

With a sudden gesture, Keith waved his hand in front of Lance's eyes, jolting him out of his daze. Lance's gaze locked onto the red paladin, realizing that Keith had stealthily closed the distance while Lance was lost in his thoughts. As Lance stared back, mesmerized by Keith's captivating eyes—a mesmerizing blend of swirling black and purple, sprinkled with specks of dark blue—he couldn't help but think how stunning Keith looked up close. However, Lance's mind abruptly snapped back to reality. Wait.

Oh dear.

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

[autisticlancemcclain]

Awful. Horrible. Miserable. Bad. Keith can’t think of anymore synonyms right this second, but rest assured he is feeling all of them.

A couple more minutes, he reassures himself. A couple more minutes until you reach Lance. And then everything will be okay.

And it always is. No matter how he does it, being with Lance makes Keith feel a different way than when he is not with Lance. Before, it was a mixed bag — they weren’t exactly friends, in the beginning. But Lance was always so lively, so big and loud and all-encompassing, that just being near him would distract Keith from any other thoughts or feelings. Lance Lance Lance — he would get consumed with him.

It’s a lot softer, now, but no less infinite. He feels Lance in everything he does. He wants Lance, in everything he does. He knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Lance will be the solution. Just thinking of him and his smile and his gentle hands and kind eyes already lifts some of the ache in Keith’s chest.

As he’s powerwalking towards Lance’s room, Keith has the terrifying thought that Lance might not be in there. It’s late evening, and Lance is usually getting ready for bed right now, but who knows. They’re in space, y’know? It’s hard to keep a routine. Maybe Lance needed to be something else.

He’s not sure what he’s gonna do if Lance isn’t in there. Collapse, probably.

He finally makes it to Lance’s door, knocking rapidly.

Please be here.

“Come in!” comes Lance’s call, and Keith sags in relief. He presses his hand to the lockpad, revealing Lance’s room as pristine as it always is. The covers of his bed are turned, and the lights are on in his bathroom, meaning he must be finishing off his skincare routine for the night.

Keith should really stay out here and wait for him. It would be the polite thing to do. But he honestly feels like he has about three seconds before he bursts into tears, so.

He walks quickly over to the washroom, pushing the door open. Lance is bent over the sink, scrubbing his face.

Keith cannot wait literally one more millisecond.

He steps behind Lance, wrapping his arms around his waist and dropping his head between Lance’s shoulder blades, groaning loudly. Lance doesn’t startle — he has insanely good hearing and probably heard Keith coming before he even knocked — and only chuckles, reaching a wet hand back to pat Keith gently on the head.

“I’m almost done,” he says, voice muffled.

Keith offers another groaning noise.

They stay like that for the next fifteen minutes — Lance, seamlessly and easily continuing his routine with Keith koalaed on his back, and Keith (who eventually moved his head from between Lance’s shoulder blades to hooked over Lance’s shoulder) watching him in the mirror. When Lance finally rubs in the last of his moisturizer, he spins in Keith’s hold so he’s facing him, and rests his hands gently on Keith’s face.

“What happened, baby? Bad day?”

Keith nods, sighing as he drops his head into Lance’s neck. Lance hums, rubbing cool fingers through is hair and carefully detangling any knots.

“You want to talk about it, or do you want to go bed and cuddle?”

Keith does not need to think for any time at all.

“Second option.”

“Mm, thought so.” He presses a kiss to Keith’s temple, before patting him on the hip and coaxing him up. “Okay, up you get. Get some pajama pants on and wash your face — it’ll make you feel better, I promise — and then come meet me in the bed, okay?”

Keith grimaces — he does not want to do any of that; he wants to collapse into bed with Lance and get up sometime next year, maybe — but he knows Lance is right, so he dredges up the last reserve of his energy and does what Lance suggested.

Lance is right, of course. He feels loads better with a clean face and clothes.

By the time he’s ready for bed, Lance has rearranged all three million of his pillows and stuffed animals into a pile that he can half recline on. Keith understands the positions immediately, and doesn’t hesitate to flop on top of Lance, resting his head on Lance’s chest. His heart beats steadily in his ears. He takes several deep breaths, trying to match it. Lance’s hands come back up to Keith’s hair, resuming their gentle detangling process.

“Hey, sweetheart. Feeling a little better?”

Keith hums.

“Good.” Lance leans down a little, pressing another kiss to Keith’s head. Keith feels the last bit of tension leak out of his body, and he closes his eyes.

“That’s it, Keith. Relax, baby. Let it out.”

Keith exhales, and does. Lance keeps a hold of him the whole time.

As Keith drops off into dreamland, stress-free for the first time all day, Lance hands never stopping their soothing motions, he thinks that he loves Lance most in the whole universe. More than anything.

He’s too tired to say it. His mouth won’t listen to his brain’s commands. But as he feels Lance’s lips brush over his fringe, and hears him whisper: “I love you more than life, Keith Kogane” — he thinks they’ll be okay.

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based on this art (the second one) by @palalances

[anonamagal]

Coffee shop au! And it’s Christmas! Lance co-owns a café with Hunk and Keith is a writer that visits frequently for his daily dose of coffee and Lance.  

There is a fic to go with this :) x 

[klanceficatalogue]

Do y’all have any fics where Keith is really firey and hard to get, and lance is smitten?

hmmm i dont know about hard to get keith but here are some where lance is just Weak - karri

nobody puts baby in a corner (1/1 | 3,950 | Teen And Up)

Suddenly Hunk appeared back by his side, handing a drink over to Lance. “Anything?”

Lance shook his head. “Nah, nothing yet, I-”

And then he saw him.

Lance McClain doesn’t really believe in love at first sight, but as he watched this man sway back and forth on the dancefloor, he couldn’t help but feel like it might be possible.

with love by allinadayswork (1/1 | 8,888 | Teen And Up)

It’s February, the month of love, and Keith receives a note in his locker from a mysterious person claiming to have a crush on him. Who could it possibly be?

Or: Keith begins talking to his secret admirer while simultaneously dealing with his (inconvenient) feelings for his best friend, Lance.

Of Hot Days and Swimming Pools by jellybop (1/1 | 1,951 | General)

Lance doesn’t really know why, but he’s fascinated by the scars all over Keith’s torso.

Keith encourages him.