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autisticlancemcclain · 9 months

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Lance knows he talks way too fucking much.

He started talking at seven months old. He never stopped. It was his older brother Marco, he thinks, who first called him Motormouth, but honestly he doesn’t remember. He’s been called that and Lancito Lorito longer than he can remember.

He loved the nickname, when he was little. His brothers or sisters or cousins or parents would groan, playfully, when they saw the look in his eyes, but always indulged his constant lectures and ideas and rambling. Motormouth meant you talk a lot but I like to listen. Motormouth meant I know you enough to have a trait I associate with you. Motormouth meant fondness and teasing and care. He loved that name.

When he was seven years old, one of his friends tugged her older sister over to where Lance was colouring with sidewalk chalk on the pavement.

“Look,” she’d said, gesturing to Lance but not talking to him. Lance had looked up from his chalk and smiled at her, opening his mouth to say hello but was interrupted by the subtle elbow she’s jammed into her sister’s side, and her muttered, “Watch this.”

“Hey, Motormouth,” she’d said, and Lance grinned, feeling something warm bloom in his stomach at her use of the nickname, oblivious to the choked-back laughter of the sister. “What was that thing you were talking about earlier? About the comet?”

If at all possible, Lance had brightened further, dropping the chalk and dusting off his hands as he’d launched into an explanation about the comet he’d been tracking with his dad. It was supposed to be visible for the first time in thousands of years that month, and he’d been buzzing with excitement about it. He talked about it to everyone who even appeared like they were maybe going to ask him about it. He’s rambled about it to the cashier at the grocery store the evening before.

“Just look at him,” his friend’s sister had said, something almost like awe in her voice, but not quite. Lance faltered, trailing off mid-sentence. “You were right. He’s like a wind-up toy.”

“Mo-tor-mouth,” his friend had said, in a distinct, sing-songy voice. “I told you I could make him do it on command.”

The girls burst into giggles. Lance had looked around, hesitantly, and found a number of his classmates giggling to themselves, at him or not he didn’t know, but he did know that he felt, distinctly, like he was in a zoo, and his friend was not his friend but a keeper who’d brought spectators to observe him and his freakish oddness.

Motormouth had felt, for the first time, like the insult he didn’t know it had always been. He felt trapped.

He’s grown since then. He’s no longer seven years old and oblivious to the fact that some people are quietly cruel. He knows the warning signs, now, of when someone is mocking him, of when he’s being treated like a pet, like an amusing little weirdo to cart around and show off. He knows the difference now between amusement and endearment.

But that feeling, that realization. The brick-to-the-face understanding that he was wrong about how other people cared about him the whole time he loved them.

He has never been able to un-know that.

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He and Keith have a system. Lance starts work earlier, and is home earlier too, so he makes dinner for them. Keith cleans up after, crawling into bed next to a half-asleep Lance if they eat late enough. Sometimes, though, Keith gets home early, finished a repair faster than he’d anticipated, and decides he wants to make them supper for a change. Today Lance sits on the counter, kicking his legs and eating half the vegetables Keith has cut, grinning every time Keith lets him get away with it.

“…And there was this one woman who came on the trails today, babe, I swear to God, she’s the same nightmare lady you had to deal with a couple months ago. You remember that?”

Keith hums, hiking up one shoulder.

“The cooking oil lady. Who threw her baby’s rattle at your head because you told her you couldn’t put canola oil in her engine to make things cheaper.”

Keith snorts. “Oh, that nightmare.”

“Yeah!” Lance says, muffled by the four slices of bell pepper he’s shoved in his mouth at once. Keith stares flatly at him and smacks his hand, but the corner of his mouth twitches, and he walks over to the fridge to grab a new pepper without a word of admonishment. Loser.

Lance doesn’t say anything for a moment, following a new, bell-pepper related thought, and startled slightly when Keith clears his throat slightly and prompts, “You met cooking oil lady?”

“Oh yeah! On the trails today. We had to shut down one of them because Selena — remember the red wolf I told you about? The one who sings the loudest in her pack and has the reddest fur? I named her Selena after the singer, yeah, you remember — had her cubs the other day! So she’s super duper extra protective of the whole area, basically, and so is the rest of the pack, so humans going near their area is going to freak them out and that’s not fair to anybody. Hey, did you know red wolves are monogamous? Most wolf species are but red wolves especially show a really strong family unit. It’s really cute, actually, Selena her mate always go on wolf dates and stuff and terrorize the park-goers —”

“Trail,” Keith redirects gently, turning off the burner and scooping their food into two plates. He grabs them both, flicking Lance’s hand away, and sets them at the kitchen island, arranging the plates so they’re sat next to each other instead of across.

“Right, trail,” Lance says. As soon as he sits down and starts to eat, one of Keith’s hands comes to rest on his thigh, palm curving around the inner flesh and fingertips resting gently on the ankle tucked under it. He moves his thumb back and forth slowly, not to instigate, just to touch. Lance leans against him without even thinking about it.

“So. Trial closed. Not even that busy of a trail, honestly. One of the least popular ones. But this lady shows up, stroller in camo and packed to the nines like a fuckin, tactical mom, or something, and starts just hauling ass down the trail, breezing past the closed sign. And I’m like.” He points his fork in Keith’s direction, so he can Get The Vibe. His boyfriend smiles into his stir fry. “I mean, I didn’t want to be the one to handle her. But no one else did, either, and let me tell you she was hauling fucking ass down that trail, and I didn’t want her to actually disturb Selena or anything, so I had be like ma’am. Please. The sign very clearly says closed. And she ignored me, so I just stopped in front of her, and then she started screaming at me! All about how she has been to this trail all the time and she’s a loyal park-goer and it’s a public park, as if that means anything. I seriously thought she was never going to stop.”

He hears the irony as soon as he says it. I thought she was never going to stop. He’s like a wind-up toy. He manages to stop himself from tensing, barely, diverting into something like a twitch. He’s aware suddenly that he has been talking nonstop from essentially the second he walked in the front door and was delighted to find Keith’s boots already at the door, hear the quiet clanking of him in the kitchen. He can’t even remember if he’d bothered saying hello, or if he’d just launched right into whatever word salad was on his mind. God, did he even start with a full sentence? He does that sometimes, he just starts from the middle of his own thoughts like anyone would have any idea what he’s talking about, he’s honestly just kind of obsessed with the sound of his own voice, he thinks, he must be, because he just never stops, does he —

“I hope I die first.”

Lance blinks. He looks over at his boyfriend, wondering if he spaced out long enough that his brain just made something the fuck up to get him back on track (wouldn’t be the first time).

“…Pardon?”

Keith continues to eat, unbothered, casual. He’s not even feigning casualness, either — he tends to half-lid his eyes when he’s pretending something doesn’t bother him. He’s completely at ease, right now, hand still warm and heavy on Lance’s thigh.

“Sometimes I just think about how there’s a possibility that you’ll die before me, I guess.” He turns to Lance, finally, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry. That was emo. I just…you go silent, sometimes, and I’m worried I’ll have to miss every time you spoke.”

Lance doesn’t know what to say. For once, his revving engines are completely silent. He sits there, frozen, staring almost blankly at his plate. Keith is humming quietly to himself, something ridiculous and made-up. They’re still in each other’s spaces, the two of them, and so Lance knows Keith feels it when he shudders, slightly, as a lump grows in his throat, as he desperately blinks away the tears in his eyes.

Keith turns his head slightly to press a kiss to Lance’s hair. He holds his face there, lips pressed to Lance’s skin, soft exhales blowing strands of Lance’s curls.

“What’s wrong, Motormouth?” Keith murmurs. The concern is evident in his voice, and maybe some panic, too, like he’s worried he’s the reason Lance is upset.

Lance smiles. A tear escapes from the corner of his eye an burns a trail down his cheek. He wipes it, quickly, swiping a hand across his face before resting it on the hand that Keith still holds on his leg. Keith flips his hand palm-side up so he can interlock their fingers together. If he feels the wetness of the wiped tears, he doesn’t say anything, only their squeezes their hands together three times in quick succession.

There is no mistaking the fondness bleeding from Keith’s voice. There is no mistaking amusement for endearment, here.

Lance can be annoying. He knows he can. And he no doubt has moments where he annoys Keith, even. But he’s not seven, anymore. He knows to watch for the signs. And for whatever he can’t catch — he’ll just have to trust.

“Nothing,” he whispers, turning his head to catch Keith’s mouth against his. “It’s just nice to…know, I guess, that you love me.”

Keith hums, kissing back, reaching his free hand up to curl around Lance’s cheek, holding him gently. “Good. Don’t forget.”

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mushed-kid · 4 months

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the worst thing about klance isn’tthe fact that it wasn’t canon, it’s the fact that it could’ve been

they developed their relationship in a way that i just can’t actually see as non-romantic, they had so many moments that could prove they had feelings for each other.

and yeah, lance got with allura which is fine by me in the sense that i don’t actually have anything against allurance, in fact i think it’s very cute. i know a lot of klance shippers don’t like it (or at least that’s how it was last time i was in the fandom).

it’s just that allura didn’t like lance back, and i think she had a thing with lotor (i can’t remember), and then she liked lance. and i mean yeah sure fine that she didn’t like him and all that but she’s actually a fictional character so i’m not really gonna take that into consideration sorry.

i mean, keith left voltron because of lance. yes, he joined the blade of marmora, but lance pushed him to do so. when shiro got back and they had one to many paladins, they could’ve just made allura go back to not being one, but idk that’s apparently not how that works.

lance gets insecure, and he tells keith that he doesn’t know how he’ll fit into the team now that shiro is back as the black paladin, meaning keith will go back to red, but lance can’t go back to blue because of allura. and i think that’s what made keith decide to leave. and he does, so that lance won’t feel that way.he gives up his spot to lance.

with the way allurance became canon, it kinda felt like lance was allura’s rebound from lotor. like, lance liked her the whole time and she likes him back in the very end, but i think klance is better because they slowly build it up from ‘enemies’ to friends and then i think it could very well turn into a mutual crush.

do i have to bring up the sunset scene? really? i mean, everything keith says shows us that he knows lance, and honestly i can’t see that scene as not romantic. like at all.

i think they could’ve been canon at the end, or maybe shortly after the show ended. like, an extreme slowburn where they’ve liked each other for a while but don’t figure out because of everything happening.

my point is that klance was so close to being canon.

#sorry i had a moment #some of this might be wrong because i cant remember everything #they couldve easily made it canon #klance #allurance #voltron #tw opinions

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alohaasaloevera · 4 months

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I love seeing people be dragged back into the klance pits after being YEARS free of the fandom. I especially love when I AM THE CULPRIT. I found my new thing to hyper fixate on, now you have to do that as well! Oh what? You’ve already obsessively shipped them and you 100% DO NOT want to go back??? TOO BAD HAHAHAHAHA YOU’RE DOING IT AGAIN

#voltron #vld #vld lance #vld keith #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance #laith #HAHAHHAHAHA #YEAH #THAT’S RIGHT #YOU’RE GOING TO LOOK AT ANYTHING WITH THE WORD BONDING MOMENT AND THINK OF THEM #AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF ME!!!#(I have not converted anyone back into the fandom)#(but this is one of my dreams)

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binart · 2 years

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DTOK page 14! (First)(Previous)(Next)

anyway yeah team punk figures out time travel at some point nbd

#klance #vld #voltron #vld lance #vld keith #dtok #dtok pages #bina's doodles #future keith not looking away from lance for even a moment is honestly the mood

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nothatsmi · 1 year

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So. Time has passed, I finished Voltron, went insane to the point of nearly stabbing a stranger with a ChupaChups lollipop and now I'm normal enough to draw them again :')

#voltron #klance #vld #keith kogane #lance mcclain #my head is full of headcanons #hippo #shark #right after that they would probably blush a lot #look away #change subjet to something either really important or totally dumb no in between #never talk about it ever #yknow its just another one of their MANY bonding moments #...yeah

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heynhay · 6 months

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god, i'm so lovesick, what have you done to me?

#OK.... BACK IN MY LAUFEY MOMENT FOR A SEC #klance #voltron #vld #keith kogane #lance mcclain #bro when the gold rays fell on your skin and my hair got caught in the wind the choir LITERALLY like sang a melancholic hymn bro.#art #my art #laufey

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vldkeith · 1 year

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yeah okay this one in particular was entirely on keith

klance moments: 46/?

#klance #voltron #vldedit #vld gif #[edit]#*klance moments

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atsualek · 3 months

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okay silly fic ideia but hear me out okok so.

halloween night at the garrison right? so theres a party and obviously lance goes, all dressed up because he takes halloween super seriously (as he should)

lance kisses some masked boy at the party, and, while having a whole Gay Crisis he just. freaks out and introduces himself as taylor. panicking and totally in the Nile about it, lance buries the memories of the night DEEP in his mind and tries very very hard not to think about it.

cue keith, months later stuck in space with lance wondering while he feels so familiar and chalks it up to them maybe going to the same class at the garrison but feeling weird about it.

Then. one day. pidge makes an offhand remark making fun of lance's " call me the taylor 😏" shtick and keith is suddenly reminded of that one time shiro forced him to go and socialize at a halloween party during his garrison years and he kissed a boy who's name was taylor and now suddenly he realizes why lance is so goddamn familiar- (!!!)

shenanigans ensue. (i swear if i find any free time to write this in the next few weeks i will try but. alas im not sure it will happen so im just putting this out there)

#keith having the oh. OH. moment in THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE #klance #vld lance #vld keith #keith kogane #lance mcclain #voltron #voltron legendary defender

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callmelyc · 2 months

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I'll just never get over how despite wanting to be the leader himself, Lance still helped Keith be a Leader and see he was capable of doing so after being stuck in his own grief.

And it's canon like?!?!?

They work so well together when it's time to be genuine I'm so ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

It always makes me so sad when ppl erase or leave out that part of their journey. That Lance helped. Bc it's just so important to Keiths character.

It doesn't make Keith weaker or less capable that he needed it but he needed someone to get through to him/support him and Lance did just that without even being asked.

It showed their growth and maturity, it's so pivotal and not even from a shipper standpoint.

For Keith to be able to admit he messed up/was stressed?

HUGE

For Lance to listen? HUGE

"This is all my fault. I followed him right into this trap. Everyone warned me, but I didn't listen. I put the entire team in jeopardy."

"Yeah, you kinda did. But now we gotta fix it."

That "we" is so important bc it's not even referencing just them two but the whole team coming together bc Keith was acting too radical he missed they were all there for him if allowed to be. They may have looked towards Lance to approach Keith (though Lance didn't notice nor need it he did so voluntarily) but they followed Keith as a leader from the start.

They were all willing to follow him, they all trusted him.

Lances voice was just loud enough and persistent enough to get through to him bc lance knew without shiro someone needed to try. Lance was so insanely supportive and so insanely important to Keiths rise to true leadership.

Keith accepting the help, the role, as himself and not as a replacement for shiro bc of that is always so powerful. He finally realized he didn't have to stand on a pedestal to be a leader, he could use his team as his pillars just as they could use him as one too.

"You're right. Let's go."

He's no Shiro but that doesn't mean he can't be their leader too.

Screaming

Then later it's Keith reassuring Lance he's more than a replacement or a placeholder. They grow so much bc of that initial support being built up the trust they have in one another is immeasurable.

They understand eachothers positions more than anyone else could bc they're in similar shoes.

Two ppl taken from their lions to another.

Two ppl changing rank in ways they didn't want.

And that unyielding support for eachother is just so so satisfying. This is why I adore their bp Keith and red lance dynamic. Ok it's not as popular but it really shows how they grow as a unit and I wish they'd utilized that so much more.

#voltron #vld #lance vld #lance mcclain #vld lance #klance #keith kogane #keith x lance #keith voltron #i think about this part alot #they just #the way lance stepped into a role no one expected of him so quickly to get it through keiths thick skull #and the way keith needed the support of someone like lance to get it settled in his mind #keith wasnt ready to be a leader in that moment but lance made sure to get him to a place where he realizes he can be #i like to think if shiro could've seen them he would've been proud of everyone #the show shouldve played on the strength that dynamic was building more #but thats what fanfiction is for

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