#julance2022

[vldkeith]

happy birthday, lance! 🔆🌊🚀 07.28🔫

#lance mcclain #julance2022 #julance #vldedit #voltron gifs #klance #[edit] #[lance]

[badsongpetey]

A day late, sigh, but... Julance Day 11: Badass Needed some buff bamf. I'm thinking he just finished training with a certain red paladin, and now he's hot...

First time drawing is bayard, man, it's a lotta details. Trying out some new shading -- it's a constant evolution people xD

#julance2022 #julance #lance mcclain #voltron #vld #voltron fanart #vld lance

[damnlance]

OH MY GOD BRO??? HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY BOY LANCE MCCLAIN!!!!! yeah shoutout to vld for getting one thing right by creating the greatest, most prettiest and badass boy ever!! every single day i am SO happy that he exists and even tho he deserved W A Y B E T T E R than what he got (not gonna talk about it!), i’m still just very glad that like,, he survived!!! he got home to his family and just had a CHANCE to start over and live his life, ya know? my boy fucking made it. GOD he’s just so amazing and incredible and awesome and beautiful and i love him to death 😭😭😭 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHARPSHOOTER!!!! 💙

#lance mcclain #lance (voltron) #lance #vld #voltron legendary defender #vld lance #lance vld #lance (vld) #lance voltron #voltron lance #klance #voltron #damnlance #julance #julance2022 #happy birthday lance mcclain!! #pic

[shatterinseconds]

bi pride

Julance ‘22 day 26

Lance bursts into laughter. He clutches his sides, tears almost streaming down his face. “Wait, hold on–ha. Oh my god.” He tries to catch his breath as his chest heaves. “You thought, you thought I was straight?” He barks out another loud laugh.

Keith’s face flushes in embarrassment. “It’s not that funny,” he mutters. His gaze lingers on the floor, arms crossed against his chest, shoulders tense. 

Lance waves away his own laughter, finally reigning it in. He wipes a tear from the corner of his eye. “Sorry,” he chuckles, “It’s just, I’m bisexual. I realized I was bi in like ninth grade. I’ve never tried to hide it.” Calming down, Lance narrows his eyes as he fully absorbs what Keith said. “Why the hell did you think I was straight?”

Keith tries to defend himself. He still doesn’t look at Lance when he speaks and shrugs. “I’ve never seen you flirt with anyone who didn’t identify as a woman.” Which, Lance has to admit, is fair—he’s always held more interest in women, not that that makes him any less bi—but it’s not the whole truth.

“I flirt with guys all the time,” Lance argues. Well, really only one guy in particular. 

“Name one person,” Keith challenges in a completely serious tone. He stares at Lance like he has no clue about what has been happening for the last few months and Lance is starting to realize that none of this is an act. How, in the creation of the universe, can someone be this dense?

Lance walks into Keith’s personal space, grabbing onto his biceps as if preparing to shake some sense into him. He just might do that. “You, you jerk.” Keith freezes, and Lance blinks when a thought settles into his mind. He groans, lowering his head. “And now I’m realizing why none of my tactics were working.” His eyes snap back up and meets Keith’s immediately. “You know, you have a terrible gaydar. Honestly.”

Keith blushes for a different reason now. He buries his face in his hands. “Shut up,” he mutters as a deflection. He peeks through his hands. “You’re always picking fights with me. How was I supposed to know that was you flirting?”

“It was me trying to spend time with you!” Lance practically yells. Frustrated, more with himself or Keith, he doesn’t know, he runs a hand through his hair. “You think I wanted to challenge you to all those sparring sessions? I had bruises on my ass for weeks.”

This time Keith laughs, loud and raspy. The dam breaks. “We’re a mess,” he says when catches a bit of air. That beautiful sound causes Lance to slowly grin. It’s a little infectious but Lance refuses to let laughter consume him again. He has to concentrate now.

Lance grabs onto Keith’s hands, mostly so he can’t hide behind them again, but also because he wants to. Keith easily lets him. “Can I start over?” Lance asks, “Now that you’re aware.”

Keith interlocks their fingers and squeezes tight. “I’d like that.”

#klance #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #julance2022 #klance fic #keith x lance #my writing

[vannistilldraws]

Day 6: Pride

#my art #voltron #voltron lance #artist on tumblr #voltron legendary defender #lance mcclain #julance #lance serrano #myart #vld #vld lance #vanni’sart #julance2022 #bi pride #bisexuality

[vldlance]

julance week 2: loverboy!

it doesn't matter how many times it happens, lance mcclain looking particularly cute/hot will always send keith into a tizzy 💙

#klance #julance #julance2022 #lance mcclain #keith kogane #voltron #my art #juno.txt #a day late (TECHNICALLY. i did have it done last night) but i think that's still a feat #given the crazy week i've had #also thank you ren for the art idea mwah i love u <3

[jemaherin]

It's still july right?

Happy birthday to these two 😔💖💖 I really love the headcanon that they're twins

I'm planning to do one more cuz I want lance to have a solo picture for his (late) birthday, dont take my word for it

#fanart #julance2022 #art #digital art #drawing #lance mcclain #voltron lance #voltron #voltron fanart #lance serrano #vld lance #vld rachel #voltron legendary disappointment #jemaherin art

[dontcallmecedge]

Wanted to do julance but this month has been super crazy and my laptop is broken (rip my digital art career) so I can’t really do all the prompts rn

Regardless I wanted to do SOMETHING before July was over so here’s one of the prompts: Blue Paladin

#voltron legendary defender #lance mcclain #julance2022 #lance voltron #traditional art #my art #art #fanart #copic markers #voltron

[2staronline]

hey y’all I’ve been really busy this month, mentally and just having issues irl HAPPY JULANCE!!! :) btw this is unfinished wip sorry y’all

#voltron #digital art #art #lance mcclain #lance vld #vld lance #artists on tumblr #voltron legendary defender #fan art #wip #julance #julance2022

[shatterinseconds]

i’d die for you, i’d die for you

Julance ‘22 day 28

Lance is bone dead tired. Like drop to the floor, melt into a puddle of goo tired. He sags against the wall and pulls off his helmet. Chucking it across the floor, he wipes the sweat off his brow, ruffling his hair. His body protests every move. 

“You dropped this.” Keith suddenly stands in front of him, helmet in hand. He looks just as tired as Lance with dark rings under his eyes and face pale from exhaustion. His hair is matted with sweat, plastered to his neck and cheeks.

“I know.” Lance peers at him, and with a sigh, he stands up straight and takes the helmet from him. “Thanks.”

Silence lingers between them. Keith remains where he is as if waiting for Lance to continue the conversation that has clearly finished. Eventually, Keith is the one who speaks. “So we’re not going to talk about it?”

Lance’s gaze flicks up to him. He doesn’t even have to ask Keith to clarify what he means. “You want me to apologize for saving your life?”

“You almost died!” Keith yells, furious, and steps closer.

“So did you!” Lance throws down his helmet again to poke Keith in his chest, leaning into his space. They’re almost nose to nose, eyes wild in fury. “And I will never apologize for wanting to protect you. Enjoy waiting for eternity, Mullet.”

That seems to cool Keith down. He ducks his head, closing his eyes for only a moment, and sighs. “No, I know.” He grabs onto Lance’s hands and his thumb brushes across his knuckles. “I just don’t want to see you hurt.”

Lance watches Keith’s actions with rapt attention. It’s easier to do that than stare into those dark eyes. “We’re in a war so get used to it,” he says, his voice more light, softer, but he can’t help the bite that comes out towards the end. “And that’s rich coming from you.”

“I know,” Keith repeats. “I know.”

Lance’s anger deflates fully. His fingers curl against Keith’s palm as he finally lifts his head. While he doesn’t smile, there’s a hint of it in his tone. “We just have to promise not to be reckless idiots anymore.”

“That won’t last long,” Keith replies honestly which Lance agrees. It’s useless to make those types of promises anyways. Battles are unpredictable; feelings always get in the way.

Reaching out to cup Keith’s face, Lance tangles his hand in Keith’s hair. He pushes aside the sweaty strands and tucks his fringe behind his ears. “You’re going to give me a heart attack one day, sweetheart.” 

“Not if you give me one first.”

Lance’s lips quirk. “What’s that supposed to be? A challenge?”

Keith smiles a little, chuckles for a second. Things already feel light between them again. “Maybe.”

“Ridiculous,” Lance mutters and he kisses him.

#klance #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #julance2022 #klance fic #keith x lance #my writing #Me: let’s write something fluffy for his bday. Me looking at what i just wrote: huh #happy bday lance!! #i love you so much

[vldlance]

julance week 4: birthday!

and there it is! happy julance everyone :) it's been a grand old time 💙 this piece matches with the fic that ren made for today-- go check it out!!

#klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #julance #julance2022 #wahooo!!!! #we did it! #juno.txt

[damnlance]

good morning fellow LANCE LOVERZ !!!! how are we enjoying the beautiful month of JuLance!? im having a blast :) and look how pretty lance is !!?!? just.... gorgeous.

#lance mcclain #lance (voltron) #lance #vld #voltron legendary defender #vld lance #lance vld #lance (vld) #julance #julance2022 #voltron lance #lance voltron #voltron #klance #damnlance #ctto #gif

[vldlance]

julance week 3: summer!

"how are you possibly enjoying yourself in this weather?"

"some of us enjoy the sun, mullet"

#klance #julance #julance2022 #keith kogane #lance mcclain #voltron #my art #another one that's one day late but Well. i literally just forgot to post it yesterday #got too distracted by filming and my apartment being potentially on fire #oh well. it's up now #juno.txt #i spent like a whole day on this btw. i do not know why

[shatterinseconds]

sharpshooter

Julance ‘22 day 2

Lance has to take the shot; he has to take the shot. If he doesn’t, Keith will die; if he misses, Keith will still die. He can’t let Keith die, but his finger trembles against the trigger. He can vaguely hear his other teammates yelling through the comms on his helmet that he tossed away from him.

The Galran general, a big meaty guy about eight feet tall, chokes Keith, lifting him in the air. Keith kicks him a few times in the knees but the Galra never flinches, never loosens his hold. Keith desperately claws at the fingers around his neck.

Lance anchored his sniper rifle against a pile of boulders and has kept watch through his scope for the perfect opportunity to strike. But there isn’t one. There’s too much of a chance he will accidentally clip Keith if he’s even a millimeter off his target. 

But Keith catches Lance’s gaze and stops struggling almost immediately. Scope trained on Keith’s face, it takes Lance two times to realize Keith mouths ‘do it’ without an ounce of fear in the world. Lining up his shot, releasing a breath, Lance pulls the trigger.

Keith falls to the ground in a heap, struggling to prop himself up on his hands. His hair curtains his face. Coughing and hacking to clear his throat, spit dripping from his lips, Keith gently prods the bruising skin ringing his neck. 

“Keith, Keith!” Lance calls out as he rushes forward. His feet pound against the ground; dust kicks up in the air. He falls on his knees to slide forward, reaching Keith as quickly as he can. “You’re okay,” he says in a near whisper. He can barely breathe. He cradles Keith’s face, and he brushes his thumbs against his cheeks. Those dark eyes stare at Lance with rapt attention.

Keith’s face splits into a stunning smile. “Thanks to you.” His voice, hoarse and ragged, struggles to form the words, but Lance hears enough of it to understand.

“I was so scared.” Closing his eyes, he rests his head against Keith’s forehead. Even with the general dead, Lance’s heart continues to race, his own breathing ragged as if he was the one in the Galra’s clutches.

“I trust you,” Keith says, voice regaining some semblance of normalcy. It seems to hurt less at least. Good enough to get out, “I knew it’d be okay.”

“That makes one of us.” Lance almost barks out a wet laugh as if he’s close to tears. He almost was. “I’m glad you’re okay; I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Keith wraps his arms around Lance, dragging him down until he’s almost lying fully on top of Keith. He finds home in the crook of Keith’s neck; his nose brushes against Keith’s skin, careful of the bruising. A hand cards through his hair as Keith whispers directly into his ear. “Thank you.”

#klance #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #julance2022 #klance fic #keith x lance #my writing

[vldkeith]

julance☀️🌊🚀 week one: beach 🏖🐚  or family

a/n: i made it. this one's short, i'm trying to get back into the groove of writing!! hope u enjoy nonetheless <3

read on ao3

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Lance stretches out luxuriously, folding his feet into the hot sand beneath him. 

This…is the life. 

It’s midafternoon on a Monday, so the area of beach he and Keith have claimed is pretty empty—so empty, in fact, that Lance can actually spot Keith about 20 feet away from him where he’s crouched near the shoreline, hand hovering over something. There’s a cool, mid-June breeze ruffling the palm trees above, and even the ocean itself seems to be in a good mood, lapping gently into the shore as if playfully nipping at Keith’s hands where Lance can see them. 

You deserve this, Lance McClain , Lance tells himself smugly, pushing his heart-shaped sunglasses up a little more and tilting his head back to let the sunlight catch on his face. This world was soooo worth saving. 

Before Lance can get too wrapped up in these self-congratulatory thoughts (hey, he’s got to cope in some way, right?), however, his the light spreading across his face is suddenly shadowed, and he squints open his eyes to see the face of Keith above him, looking nervous. 

Lance cracks a smile and sits up lazily. “Welcome back. You finally gonna stop ignoring your boyfriend and sunbathe with me?”

Without making a sound, Keith shakes his head, and then quickly holds his hand out. It’s curled into a fist, like he’s got something clutched in it. 

Lance looks at it, then slowly arches and eyebrow as he looks back up at Keith. “Yes…?”

Keith huffs as if Lance has done something exasperating, which he most certainly has not. “I have something for you,” he explains pointedly, though he’s still not quite meeting Lance’s eye. “Take it.” 

He shakes his hand a little, emphasizing its existence to Lance, who relents and holds his palm out, quizzical. Immediately, something hard and a little bit sharp drops into Lance’s hand, and he peers closer to examine it. 

Ridges line a surface of pure white, jutting out into tiny points that dot into neatly concaved edges, folding out like a fan. It’s a shell, almost the size of Lance’s palm, and a happy, indulgent smile stretches across Lance’s face as he curls his fingers around it. 

“Nice shell,” he says instead of you’re so adorable or thank you for showing it to me. “It looks, like, exactly how a shell should look. You found a really perfect…” Lance trails off, having finally lifted his gaze from the fossil to find that the space where Keith had stood is completely vacant. Blinking in confusion, he looks around and spots Keith another 20 feet away, but in a different direction this time, folded into the same position and gazing intently at the ground. 

“Um…nevermind, then,” Lance murmurs bemusedly to himself, laying the shell gently onto the beach towel beside him. Weirdo. Why would you give someone a random shell without saying anything else? 

Apparently, as Lance will find five minutes later, because that hadn’t been exactly what Keith was doing. 

When Keith shows up again this time, Lance is already sitting up, ready for him. 

“You left your shell,” he says by way of greeting, folding his arms and looking Keith up and down critically. “I was trying to tell you how cool it was, but you very rudely left before I could.”

“Sorry.” Keith shrugs, and Lance is opening his mouth to reprimand Keith for such an apathetic response when, suddenly, something hard drops into his lap. 

It’s salmon-colored this time, and far more decorated with sharp points and jagged edges; it has a small opening in the middle of itself, where it curls over like smooth cake frosting. Lance’s first instinct is to pick it up and put it to his ear, because maybe he’ll be able to “hear the ocean”—it’s a conch shell, of course. Lance understands all of this in about 3 seconds, but that’s not long enough to keep Keith from disappearing again; one second Lance is looking down at the shell, and the next time he looks up Keith is gone, leaving him thoroughly bewildered. 

“Hey!” he shouts incredulously towards Keith’s back, picking up and waving both shells around as he does. “What do you want me to do with these shells?!” 

After that, they just keep on coming. 

During the next two visits from Keith, Lance tries to ask him what his plan is; in return, he receives a very pretty spotted white shell the size of his thumb, and then a spiral cone shell, along with a tiny smile. Maybe it was that smile, the disarming nature of it, that makes Lance give up and flop back onto his towel, allowing Keith to come and go as he pleases, dropping off shells all the while; maybe it’s that Lance knows how futile it is to try to get something out of Keith if he doesn’t want to share it. Regardless, Lance surrenders to Keith’s whims, and merely eyes him with a wary sort of distance every time he returns and leaves again, utterly bemused. 

The fifth shell is a bright speckled orange, the kind this Lance’s mother would love to fashion into a necklace. 

The sixth is a beige snail shell—Keith had seemed especially excited about that one, so Lance put it into his own pocket protectively. 

The seventh shell is a rather incredible blue, deep and vibrant and fan-shaped much like the first one was. At this one, Lance can’t help the noise of delight that comes out upon laying eyes on it, and he raises it to the sun appreciatively. 

Having learned by now that Keith’s plan is just to dump a shell on him and then leave, Lance doesn’t bother speaking aloud the admiring comments in his mind; until, however, Keith actually flops down onto the sand next to him and gives him a tired, slightly sweaty smile. 

“There,” he says with the air of a cat who’s just caught a perfect fish, “I did it.” 

“Oh, are you finally going to tell me why I have this pile of shells now?” Lance asks, turning his body fully to face Keith in eager anticipation. “I’ve been taking really good care of these shells for you, you know, even though you haven’t told me once what this was about—” 

“They’re just pretty,” Keith interrupts abruptly, shrugging. Lance shuts his mouth, caught off guard by the open honesty in Keith’s voice. “I was looking for a blue one specifically, but I found other pretty ones and I just wanted you to have them.” 

If it were possible, Lance swears he’d have huge hearts obscuring his eyes right about now, so cute is Keith’s explanation right now. It’s so cute that Lance puts down his shiny new blue shell and tackles Keith in a hug, causing them both to fall into the sand. 

Lance lands on top of Keith and immediately starts kissing him senseless all over his face. “Why are you so cute, Kogane?” he says in between kisses, deftly dodging Keith’s protesting hands and shoves as he does. 

“Shut up!” Keith sputters, and finally heaves Lance off of him. He lands back on the beach towel, grinning a huge, lovestruck grin. 

“It’s nice to be reminded that you actually do like me,” Lance says cheekily, but with no small amount of fondness. Keith scoffs, and punches his arm, but huddles up close to Lance a moment later like the cat he is. 

“I more than like you,” he mutters as Lance puts an arm around him happily. “I wouldn’t spend, like, 30 minutes seashell hunting if I just liked you.” 

Lance hums. “It was more like an hour, I think.” 

Keith jerks up a little to glare at Lance. “Was not. Liar.” 

“I don’t know, it felt like a full 60 minutes to me…” 

“I’ll give you 45. Maybe. But that’s still pushing it.” 

Lance laughs, pressing a wet, annoying kiss to Keith’s cheek and scooping his shells into his hands. 

“I’m gonna ask Mama to make me a necklace out of these. All seven of ‘em.” 

He feels rather than sees Keith cringe. “Jesus, that sounds ugly.” 

“Yeah,” Lance affirms fondly. He could probably make it work, though. 

☕️ko-fi

#klance #klance fanfiction #julance2022 #lance mcclain #voltron #voltron fanfiction #keith kogane #renfic #WHEW. OK! this is so Nothing but its okay. its okay

[shatterinseconds]

masquerade ball

Julance ‘22 day 12

“I knew you’d be here,” Lance says with his hands on his hips. He watches Keith dispatch another training bot with a defiant swing of his sword. 

Keith whirls around at the sound of his voice. His hair is mused from training (which must have been for an hour at this point—or at least, that was the last time Lance spotted him in the ballroom). His outer jacket has been thrown haphazardly on the ground to get wrinkled, and the sleeves of his button-up are rolled to his elbows. Lance’s gaze strays to his forearms for only a moment.

“Wow, how could you tell it was me?” Keith asks, voice saturated in sarcasm as he gestures to the mask. It’s dark red with swirling lines creating patterns of flames that covers the upper part of his face.

Lance had a matching blue one, with cascading waves instead of flames, but discarded it before he stepped into the room. It was becoming too much of an annoying itch. Overall though, the Coalition’s masquerade ball, held on the castle-ship for all their supporters, has been fun. But it was still missing someone.

Lance smirks at him. “I know that mullet anywhere.” He picks up one of the training guns from the back wall and lines it up with the training bot Keith had been using. But he doesn’t shoot. “You’re missing the party, dude.”

Keith waves away his concerns. He walks to the counsel as if to start another sequence. “You can just tell me how it goes.” Yeah, he’s definitely planning on training his way through the entire party. Lance shouldn’t be surprised.

“Shiro’s gonna be disappointed that you bailed. You know his disappointed dad expression.” Lance shudders. “Terrifying.”

That gives Keith pause but he still ends up shrugging. “He should know me by now. He’ll get over it.” He takes a swig of his water and wipes the back of his mouth before eyeing Lance still standing there. “What are you doing here?” He raises an eyebrow, or Lance thinks he does under the mask.

Placing the gun down, Lance grins. “Bailing on the party.”

“Bet it gets tiring with too many people vying for your attention,” Keith remarks lightly. He keeps his attention off of Lance, hands gripping the sides of the counsel, but at least he doesn’t start another training sequence. 

Lance walks forward until he stands directly next to Keith. Hands clasped behind his back, he leans into Keith’s personal space. “Unfortunately the only person I wanted to dance with disappeared on me.”

Head snapping up, Keith looks at him now. His eyes widen enough to be noticeable. “Yeah?”

“Mmhm,” Lance hums in confirmation. A small, genuine smile rests on his face as he reaches out to take off Keith’s mask. A thin sheen of sweat causes Keith’s skin to glisten under the castle’s lights, his bangs slightly damp. He looks beautiful. “We should have our own little ball right here.”

“If you want,” Keith says with a growing smile. 

Lance interlocks their hands and begins the dance.

#klance #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #julance2022 #klance fic #keith x lance #my writing #just a couple days late with this one lol