#t4t klance

[vldfix]

i’m still on that klance t4t agenda in case you were wondering

[mushed-kid]

Beloved mutual

Share some head cannons with the class?

assuming you mean voltron. okay im not good at headcanons, i feel like i usually dont have any but maybe i just dont remember or think of it

- pidge is trans ftm. i consider this canon.

- i like t4t klance

- romelle is trans mtf

- klance is canon post series

- lance fucking flunks his drivers test so hard. like three times or something. he can fly a lion and it’s not the same as a car okay

- i think its a popular headcanon that shiro cant cook and its funny to me, but i think he’s good at it

- keith can make food but it wont taste very good because he just makes it to eat to not be hungry, not for enjoying the food

- when lance becomes a farmer, they make a farm next to keith’s shack, so he lives there and keith has a place to come back to in between his missions (they’re dating so them living together just makes sense)

- coran starts learning other random human languages and the others dont understand what he says

uhh idk thats all i could think of🤷‍♂️ i dont know any headcanons okay😔 i just think Yippie

[toraleistripeee]

I need more ideas for what I should draw t4t Klance doing. I did beach and I’m working on a vampirexvampire hunter wip…what is next?

I need y’all’s ideas

[w1ll0wtr33]

My brain decided that me going to sleep was the best time to dump an absolute banger of a smut scene for one of my wips (t4t Klance)

Lance's deep moans and hitching breaths reverberated through the isolated shower chambers where Keith sat frozen, clutching his towel. How is it Lance had found one of the dozens of washrooms hidden deep within the bowels of the Castle and, confident in his solitude, had evidently begun masturbating, somehow without Keith noticing as he had lost himself in his post-shower stretches.

Keith chanced a glance out of the alcove, and immediately yanked his head back, his entire body flushing crimson and heat pooling deep within him. He really couldn't explain why he'd looked, but now would never be able to go back from that decision. The image of Lance would be forever embedded in his brain. Lance sat on the edge of one of the padded benches, entirely devoid of clothes, like an offering to the gods, as if he were not a god himself, with his warm brown skin freckled and lined with pale scars, his legs spread wide, every muscle in display, as if a statue carved by a master artisan. Lance had his head thrown back and eyes closed in ecstasy, denying Keith the pleasure of seeing his copper eyes blown dark with lust. His neck, elegantly curved and flexing with his cries, begged Keith to bite and mark it. Keith bit his knuckle, rubbing his thighs together and pushing his other hand against his mound as he imagined what it would be like to leave a trail of bites and kisses down Lance's neck and body, blemishing his perfect skin and claiming Lance for his own. Keith finally dropped his hand down to his aching clit as Lance let out a loud cry bringing fresh to Keith's like how exactly he'd seen Lance pleasuring himself. Lance, as emphasized by the sounds of wet squelching, was spearing himself open on a positively massive dildo as he massaged his clit with his right hand and played with a nipple with the other.

Keith spared another look as Lance's cries grew louder and more breathless, roughly pulling his finger from his mouth to drag the wet strands of his hair behind his ear to watch Lance unimpeded. After all, he could hardly leave, he reasoned, and with Lance's absurdly provocative cries, there was no avoiding the arousal that was already seeping from his vulva, so why deny himself from seeing the divine being crying out in pleasure mere feet from him? Keith was perfectly aware of his ridiculous levels of attraction to the god-like man, and as such the little guilt he felt was all attributed to Lance's lack of knowledge that Keith was present for his intimacy.

Keith quickly covered his mouth to entrap the unbidden growl that rose from his throat at the sight of Lance's cunt stretched around the dildo, dripping his arousal that slid slickly down the toy and pooled around the suction cup that held it firmly to the bench. He needed to bury his nose with Lance's coarse black curls and lap up that ambrosia, he needed it so deeply that it ached in his teeth and burned all the way through his core and traced fire to his pulsing vulva. He could nearly feel himself reverently trace the path that Lance's own hands followed, across his ribs, Keith himself paying worship to the to areas Lance ignored, the gorgeous top-surgery scars that stood stark against his flushed skin, the cloudy scars from the Rover bomb, and all the other scars and stretch marks that criss-crossed Lance's caramel skin. Lance may shy away from them, seeing them as defects, imperfections, and shortcomings, but Keith could see them for what they truly were. All those marks were the brushstrokes that made the masterpiece that sat before, his mouth hanging open with breathy moans and whines, and if Keith ever got to touch them, even just once, he'd count himself the luckiest man in the universe.

Keith's own hands traced the same path as Lance's across his body, slipping his index and pointer finger into his vulva as a substitution for the dildo Lance was riding. Keith bit his lip to keep a low rumbling moan from escaping as he mirrored Lance's broad thumb swiping across his clit, the calluses of Keith's thumb catching his clit and heightening the delicious sensations of him pinching and rolling his pebbled nipple in his left hand.

“Fuck,” Lance yelled, dropping to his chest sheening with sweat, left hand tugging at his nipple as the right harshly pushed at his mound while the fingers played with his clit. Keith's own breathing sped up to match Lance's pace as his own fingers brought him to the precipice Lance was teetering on. Keith harshly bit his knuckle again to try to prevent him from tipping over into orgasm, hoping the pain would distract him, but achieving the opposite. He could only hope that Lance's own noises hid the groan he'd just released with his climax soaking his hand and the floor beneath him. Keith thought himself to be in luck as Lance shouted with his own release and moaned with overstimulation as he slowly worked himself off the toy.

Keith carefully tucked himself back into his alcove as Lance busied himself with cleaning off the bench and himself as he dressed himself. In doing so, he missed Lance's self-satisfied smirk as he repeatedly glanced to Keith's alcove before finally leaving the room.

Context here: Keith delirious with blood loss from a battle admitted to Lance his feelings (which of course Keith has no memory of this) as well as going so far as to prove it by listing all of his repeated actions and routines that are a result of his love for Lance, including yk Keith's favorite washroom to touch himself to thoughts of Lance. Lance, of course, ever the self-doubter, spends weeks verifying all of the things Keith has said before taking the initiative and following Keith to aforementioned washroom and giving him the show of his life.

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

Small t4t klance idea? Lance being very open about his trans identity to the team and Keith being more reserved? Pre, established, platonic, you decide!

Yes yes yes!

I will always write for t4t klance <33333

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"Morning everybody," Lance strolled into the dining room. He wore his blue lion slippers, dark blue sweatpants, and black half-tank binder.

"Morning Lance," everyone called out.

Keith stared at his goo. Breathing around the jealousy that always spiked when he saw Lance being...well himself. It sometimes vibe checks Keith when he remembers that somehow. He just happened to be in the universe where three out of the five paladins of Voltron were trans.

Lance came out first, though, it would be hard to come out since he was never in the closet. The first night they landed on Arus, and met Coran and Allura he was already asking about a replacement for his T-shot.

Pidge was next. Revealing their own nonbinary identity after the fight with Sendek.

Which just left Keith in the closet. Shiro and Coran were the only ones that knew. Shiro since he was his mentor before Kerberos and basically his older brother at this rate. And Coran so he could get his own T-shot.

Neither of them cared, and neither of them saw him any different. So why couldn't he tell the others? He wasn't ashamed of his identity in any way shape or form. But he wasn't like Lance. Nonchalant. Uncaring if people saw him in his binder or prepping for his injection. He was outspoken about when he came to terms with his identity, how he told his family, and how he chose his name.

Deep down, Keith wanted to be like that. But, it went against everything he had built for himself. He was Keith, the lone wolf, king of isolation. He kept his secrets under lock and key.

"Whatcha thinking about, Mullet?" Lance's face filled his vision, his head was leaning back on the edge of the couch.

"Nothing."

"Sureeee," Lance stepped over the back of the couch and flopped down next to him. "You had that look on your face."

Keith scoffed, "what look?"

Lance morphed his face into an over-the-top serious face. "I'm Keith and I'm thinking about flying my lion and punching Sendek."

"Oh shut up." He playfully shoved Lance.

Lance laughed in response, the room falling into a comfortable quiet. Lance hummed under his breath and Keith stole a glance at him.

Blue met dark purple and the skin around Lance's eyes crinkled as he smiled. "Like what you're seeing?"

"As if," Keith forced himself to look at his boots, praying his face wasn't as red as it felt.

Lance hummed again, letting his head roll back against the cushion. "Would you ever kiss me?"

Keith choked on nothing, "what?!"

Lance whistled, his eyes looking at the ceiling. "Damn, way to hurt a guy's feelings."

"I-uh-shit sorry. It was just random."

"Yeah...I guess it was." Lance adjusted his head so he could look at the other boy. "Would you?"

Keith could feel his heart in his throat. His brain was split. Be honest or lie. He silently weighed the pros and cons.

Pros:

-He did like Lance. More than he cared to admit

-He did want to kiss him...a lot.

-They were in the middle of a war, tomorrow could be their last day so why hide them?

Cons:

-What if this was a weird prank?

-Would kissing him ruin their ability to form Voltron? Would it ruin the team?

-What if Keith was a lousy kisser?

"Mullet?"

"Uh...Yeah, I would." His skin felt on fire. "Sorry if that's weird to say."

Lance laughed, "why are you saying sorry? I asked you first!"

Keith shrugged, his face burning.

"Have you thought about it?"

Keith didn't respond.

Lance sighed, "I've thought about kissing you."

"You're lying."

"I'm not!"

Keith groaned, "you can't think about kissing me! You don't even know me."

Lancer rolled his eyes, "I know plenty about you. Got some deep dark secret? Like you need to sleep upside down or something?"

"No...How did you even come up with that?"

Lance shrugged, "trying to see if you're a vampire."

"Yes, I'm a vampire."

"Knew it."

Silence. And while Keith thrived in it, Lance became antsy in it. "I share a secret you share one?"

"This some kind of game?"

"Sure."

"Okay," Lance threw his head side to side. Making sure no one was eavesdropping. He dropped his voice into a whisper, "I've never kissed anyone before."

Keith raised his right eyebrow. "Really?" He said with a hint of uncertainty.

Lance gave a stern nod, "cross my heart and hope to die."

"Oh...I mean I've never kissed anyone either so join the club."

"Realy?!" Lance's voice jumped a couple of octaves. "But every girl at the Garrison was falling at your feet."

Keith shrugged, "I only like guys."

Lance clicked his tongue, "touche," he raised his eyebrows, silently begging to be told the deep dark secret. "Soooooo...?"

Keith wrapped his arms around his core. "I'm trans."

Lance blinked, "wait. Like you're a girl? Why didn't you tell anyone?!"

Keith laughed, throwing his head back at the motion. "No, I'm a dude. Like...a trans guy."

Lance froze, his mind clearly trying to put the pieces together.

Keith snapped his fingers in front of his ocean eyes, "Earth to Lance?"

"YOU'RE TRANS?!" He screamed, jumping where he sat slightly. "ohmygod the team has two trans guys what are the odds?"

"Shhhhh," Keith pushed his index finger against the other boy's lips. "I don't want to tell the entire castle yet."

Lance nodded, moving his head back away from his finger. "Does anyone else know? I swear to god I won't tell a soul."

"Just Shiro and Coran. And you now."

Lance beamed, grinning ear to ear. "Thanks for telling me."

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Lance did keep his secret but eventually, Keith told the rest of the team. They obviously didn't care or judge him. The most stressful news to deliver to the team was after he and Lance started dating.

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They're in love your honor <3

Thank you for this, I hope you enjoyed it!

Thank you for reading <33333

[mushed-kid]

what if, hear me out here, what if lance was trans. and what if keith was also trans. and okay bear with me now but what if they kissed eachother. and theyre trans. crazy am i right? i think it was canon actually.

[mushed-kid]

t4t klance

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

My friend: Klance is t4t and you wont change my mind

Me: I won't. I'm intrigued. Tell me more