#vampire lance

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Idk how this works but I want to say

Trick or treat? 🎃🎃

Treat! I’m getting tired but I wanted to put in more effort with your treat, so this will be a full render… eventually!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVE LONE WOLF

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[the-vampire-lance]

Vampire lance hypnotizing Keith so he can bite him

Lance: don’t fight me mullet…. Give in….. and let me taste that sweet nectar that is your blood.

[tinytiredturtle9]

Made art for a fanfiction called "blood bath" on a03 cause its really good 😭

Here's the link if you wanna read it!

[vee-is-a-clown]

"Which is the vamp and which is the werewolf?"

Actually, both Keith and Lance are vampires and are trying desperately to hide the fact that they're vampires while also trying to figure out if the other is a vampire while hilarious antics ensue.

[dnightshade0]

Voltron: vampire lance trying to enjoy his blood.

I have this one Voltron AU where Lance ends up turning into a vampire and now has to adjust to his new life.

Important note: when this lance gets his blood, he gets it by catching wild animals, and carefully siphoning their blood through an IV into thermoses to drink later. without harming the animals. This lance has a bit of an issue when it comes to feeding. He doesn’t like the idea of killing for blood.

Lance is sitting on the couch in the common area drinking a thermos of blood when Keith walks in and sits down next to him.

Keith: hay, what cha drinking?

Lance: … um… blood?

Keith: no, I mean WHAT are you drinking?

Lance: … again BLOOD!

Keith: what life form did that blood come from?

Lance: ah, why didn’t you just ask that in the first place?

Keith: just answer the question.

Lance looks down at his blood, turning it in his hand and shrugging.

Lance: hm, meh idk some alien animal we caught back on the last planet we visited.

Keith: what did it look like?

Lance: idk some kind of weird purple hippo-like animal.

At this Keith gasps in anger.

Keith: WTF MAN?! HOW COULD YOU?

Lance: dude what’s your problem? Why are you getting so bent out of shape for?

Keith: HIPPOS ARE MY FAVORITE ANIMAL!

Lance: ok? And?

Keith: YOUR EATING MY FAVORITE ANIMAL!

Lance: omg are you serious right now?

Just then shiro and the others walk in, hearing all the commotion.

Shiro: hay, I heard shouting, what’s going on in here?

Lance: Keith is throwing a fit because I’m drinking his favorite animal!

Keith: HES DRINKING ALIEN HIPPO BLOOD!

Shiro looks so confused right now.

Shiro: … huh?

Pidge: only you two could create drama out of nothing.

Hunk: I don’t see what the big deal is. Lance has to eat too. And it’s not like he actually killed the animal to get its blood.

lance: THANK YOU HUNK!

Keith: still how would you feel if he drank the blood of something you liked? What if he drank the mice’s blood?

Pidge: Keith, the mice aren’t even large enough to serve as an hors d’oeuvre.

Keith: what about kaltenecker?! What if lance ate her?!

Lance: I would never drink kaltenecker Keith!

Keith: and why not?

Lance: cause she is like family! I’d never feed on family! And seriously Keith, I can’t just decide not to feed on everyone’s favorite animal. If I did that then I wouldn’t be able to drink blood from anything period.

Keith: so your saying it doesn’t matter what animal it is, you’d eat it regardless?

Lance: ok let me stop you right there. I may drink animal blood but I do still have my standards. There ARE animals I won’t drink.

Hunk: like what?

Lance: I draw the line at bug-like, cute adorable and babies.

Then Keith mumbles.

Keith: I bet you’d eat a baby hippo.

Lance: NO KEITH I WOULD NOT!

Keith: just you wait lance, someday the universe will exact karma upon you for eating a hippo!

Lance: for the love of god Keith! First off, it’s not an actual hippo! It LOOKED LIKE A HIPPO! Second, I didn’t eat it! I just had it donate a few pints of its blood and it went on its merry way! STILL ALIVE AND VERY MUCH NOT EATEN!

Allura walks in.

Allura: paladins! Get your armor on. We have a diplomatic mission on the planet kolslac. The kolslacians wish to join the voltron coalition and are requesting an audience with us.

Lance gives a sigh of relief.

Lance: OH THANK GOD! Saved by the princess!

Shiro: all right team! Let suit up and go meet these kolslacian diplomats.

(Later planetside)

Lance stood frozen in horror at the sight that awaited team voltron on the planet kolslac. The kolslacians as it turned out were a race of purple bipedal hippo-like aliens.

Lance was mortified.

Lance: (whispers) you gotta be kidding me!

Hunk: (whispers) dude, are you ok?

Lance: (whispers back) no I am NOT ok! I’m surrounded by a race of alien hippo people! This is Keith’s fault! He wished this! He asked the universe to punish me for drinking alien hippo blood and now I’m in hippo hell!

Hunk: buddy calm down! I don’t think the universe is really punishing you.

Lance: oh are you really gonna tell me that after the insane conversation we had about drinking alien hippo blood, that us coming to a planet of actual alien hippo people is just some random coincidence?!

Hunk: …um.. ok I’ll admit that is one hell of a coincidence and it surprises the heck out of me too but still, I really don’t think you’re in any danger here. These guys don’t even know that you drank alien hippo blood. So I think you’re safe.

Lance: yeah unless some mullet goes and rats me out to his new alien hippo buddies.

Hunk: I don’t think Keith would do that.

Lance: you sure about that?!

Hunk: …um…

Hunk then turns to Keith and taps him on the shoulder.

Hunk: (whispers) Keith you wouldn’t tell these kolslacians about Lance drinking “you know what” would you?

Keith looks at hunk then turns his gaze towards Lance and give him the most evil grin.

Lance: I am so dead…😰

Fortunately, the alliance talks go over smoothly without incident and surprisingly Keith says nothing to the kolslacians in regards to lance drinking alien hippo blood. Everyone goes home happy. But Lance, the poor guy. He suffered through the entire thing freaking out about if the kolslacians will want to roast him on a stake or chase after him with alien versions of torches and pitchforks. Or maybe even a mob trampling him to death with their big hippo looking feet.

When it was all over and team voltron returns to the castleship, Lance gives a huge sigh of relief. But as soon as he sees Keith walking in, he turns to him and shouts…

Lance: I HOPE YOUR FREAKIN HAPPY NOW! I’M NEVER DRINKING ALIEN HIPPO BLOOD AGAIN!!!

[corvus--rex]

A little subtly dark klance? cw: mild gore

Bodies have been turning up in the tiny town of Garrison. For almost 3 weeks, people have been going missing only to turn up a day or 2 later, throats slashed, drained of blood, hearts gone. There's never any evidence left behind, or if there is, it's not enough for a solid lead. Smudged footprints, unknown animal tracks, at one site a few strands of fur were found, but didn't belong to any identifiable animal.

No one knew who was behind the murders, and at that point people were afraid to leave their homes after dark. No one wanted to be the next body found bloodless and mauled.

Lance sat on the the sofa swing on the front porch, enjoying the crisp autumn evening air, wine glass in one hand, his phone in the other, scrolling through the police report from the latest victim. As usual, no real evidence, a few footprints in the soft, muddy ground, but nothing to identify whoever left them, tracks from an unknown animal, and the body of a local retired farmer and wannabe politician, universally loathed in Garrison. Town gossip was mostly wondering if anyone would bother claiming what was left of the body. Lance was in the "absolutely fucking no one" camp. The killings were brutal, but still no one was sorry to see him gone.

There was one detail in the report that caught his attention, but had been dismissed by police. As usual, the victim's throat was slashed, body drained of blood, and heart torn from the ripped open rib cage. But by the shredded edges of the deep cut, a puncture wound was found in the neck, but had been assumed to be a missed attempt by whatever weapon had been used.

Lance kept scrolling, barely looking away as he raised his glass, savoring deep red sweetness. he nearly knocked the glass to the floor in setting it down on the side table at the familiar sound of boots clomping up the steps heralding his husband's return from his shop, the only auto mechanic in town.

Keith saw the discarded phone on the seat beside Lance, and the open police report on the screen.

"Anything interesting?" he asked.

"Still nothing," Lance answered. He hooked his fingers into Keith's belt loops, dragging him in. "They have no idea who could be behind this."

His tone was light, but there was a dangerous spark in his eyes, lips curling into a devilish grin that showed sharpened canines. Keith straddled his waist, sclerae turning gold, thick, sharp claws digging into the back of the sofa.

"I guess we'll just never know."

He dipped down, capturing Lance in a kiss, moaning at the taste of salt and iron on his husband's lips. Lance's hands slipped under Keith's tank top and flannel and ran his fingers through the thick, soft black fur sprouting from his back. He pulled away, deep blue meeting violet and gold.

"I suppose it'll just have to stay a mystery."

Keith snickered, the sound less than human, and leaned in again, settling himself deeper in Lance's lap, neither of them interested in heading out that night.

[ureunyung]

Vampire Klance AU.

Lance wakes up in an allyway all bloodied and scared. He arrives at Keith’s house asking for help and Keith takes him in without question. He cleans Lance up and stares at the puncture wounds on his neck, asking if he knows anything. But Lance is full on sobbing because he can’t remember anything that happened no matter how hard he tries. He feels so unbelievably nauseous after all that has happened and spends the rest of the night sobbing in Keith’s arms.

A few days go by of Lance staying at home from school, and he even stops replying to Keith’s texts and calls at some point. Keith shows up at Lance’s house and Lance’s mother lets him check up on him. Keith asks Lance to talk to him and tell him what’s going on, but he’s non-responsive for the most part.

“I just wish you’d lean on me a little more. I don’t know what happened, but I can’t help if you won’t open up,” Keith barely whispers to him.

A long silence and Lance replies, “Would you really do anything to help me?” His voice is coarse, a sign that he’d not really spoken at all in weeks.

Keith nods, eagerly, “Anything.”

Lance grabs his wrist and silently thanks him before taking a bite, puncturing his skin and drawing blood out with a great force. Keith jumps and tries to push the Cuban boy back, his strength much more extreme than he’d recalled in the past. He sucks in air between his teeth and slaps Lance on the back of his head, feeling the boy’s teeth sink back into his skin for a slight second before he decides to sit up and pull himself away.

Keith stares in silence— in shock at the other as he stares back with guilt-filled eyes. “..’m sorry…” he mumbles, his voice (though barely audible) trembling as if he doesn’t know what he’s just done. “I’m sorry, Keith. I think something’s wrong with me.”