#lance's mom

[autisticlancemcclain]

wip tease

i got an ask about childhood friends to lovers klance and i got SO carried away with it so here’s a piece of the fic. 

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Lance cries a lot. More than Keith has ever known anyone to cry. He cries every time they watch Bridge to Terabithia (which is frequently, and he also made Keith pinky swear the first time they saw it to never swing over an overflowing stream in the spring). He cries when he sees someone kill a bug (at least three times a week). He cries when Keith has to go back from his house to the group home (he won’t tell anyone, but Keith kind of likes that Lance is so sad about Keith going back. He doesn’t like that Lance is sad, of course, but he likes feeling wanted. It’s nice).

One place where Lance doesn’t cry so often anymore is the supermarket, though. Keith vividly remembers the first time he had gone with Lance and Marcela one Saturday morning — Lance had made up a whole silly song about running errands with his mom (he still hums is every time they go. Keith won’t tell Lance — he’ll get all smug about it — but he finds it kind of funny).

It had started out fine. Marcela opened up her grocery list (it was really long, Keith noticed. He imagined it unrolling to the floor and bouncing down the aisles, like in the movies), idly narrating to the boys what they needed. 

“And, if you two are good, I’ll get you a treat,” she’d promised. Lance lit right up, immediately chattering about all the different candies and chocolate bars they could get. Keith wasn’t yet sure if he should get his hopes up. 

Everything was fine for the first twenty minutes. Lance started up their space game, and they pretended every other shopper was a trickster alien pirate in a space mall, and they had to pretend to be one of them to get special parts for the castle spaceship. Marcela found their game amusing, and occasionally piped up with suggestions. Keith particularly liked her idea where they had to use ‘disguises’ consisting of silly hats and sunglasses from the clothes department. But after those twenty minutes, Marcela turned the cart into the meat aisle, and Keith saw Lance’s chin start to tremble.

Oh, boy.

You see, Lance loves all animals. All of ‘em. He likes the birds and the cats and the cows and the fish. He especially likes bugs (he even likes mosquitoes, which Keith thinks is bonkers. Lance isn’t the first person he’s met who likes bees or spiders, but he’s the first person he’s met who’d rather endure a mosquito bite than kill the stupid pest). He loves them enough that the idea of killing and eating them makes him incredibly sad. And looking at meat… never bodes well for him.

Marcela sighs quietly, having likely anticipated the tears, and Keith gets an idea.

“Mrs. Marcela,” he started politely (she won’t let him call her Mrs. Esposita-McClain, but he’s not comfortable enough to drop the title. So they compromised), “can Lance and I take a piece of the grocery list and go get them for you? And then we can meet up with you later?”

Marcela glanced over at Lance, who was staring forlornly at the beef with watery eyes, and back at Keith. A slow smile spread across her face.

“Do you have your watch on you?”

Keith nodded, holding up his wrist.

“Okay, then. Watch my purse for a sec.” 

Keith dutifully stood by the cart and her purse, reaching over to pat Lance gently on the head without looking. Marcela stepped over to the end of the aisle, grabbing one of those plastic grocery baskets, and hurried back.

“Here,” she said, handing Keith the basket. She tore off a piece of the grocery list and gave him that as well. “You boys go grab what’s on that list. Meet me at the self-checkout in 25 minutes. Don’t talk to strangers except for employees, and even then, only if you have to. Okay?”

Keith nodded, tugging Lance along to the first aisle he sees. Lance sniffled, turning to face Keith for the first time. 

“Where’re we going?”

“To get groceries.”

“What about mamá?”

“She said it’s okay. We have to meet her in 25 minutes, though.”

The independence seemed to light a fuse in Lance, tears evaporating off his face. 

“Really? We get to get the groceries?”

“Some of them,” Keith replied, smiling a little. 

Lance beamed back, and something settled in Keith’s chest. He liked it better when Lance was smiling.

“Woohoo! Let’s go!” He grabbed Keith’s hand and tugged him away, chattering about their ‘new mission’. He was so excited he forgot to say goodbye to Marcela, so Keith waved for both of them. She was laughing.

Twenty-five minutes later (on the dot), they met Marcela at the self-checkout, Lance pointing out all the things they got “…and the cheaper ones, too, we checked the prices and everything —“

Marcela smiled softly, reaching an arm out to pull Keith close with a squeeze. 

“Leandro’s little protector, huh?” she asked, ruffling his hair.

Keith scoffed, about to remind her that only one of them got into regular fistfights in the schoolyard over insults and bullying and it sure as heck wasn’t Keith, but he paused. 

Yeah, Lance was the one who went feral when some idiot at school insulted the two of them. He might be small and scrawny, but he’s certainly scrappy. Ethan was not the first or last time Lance made someone bleed (he tended to bite). Lance is the one who comes up with revenge to inflict on bullies or mean older kids. Keith’s favourite incident was the time he brought his Nana’s sewing kit and seam ripper to school, along with a container of beaten eggs. He snuck into the classroom during recess, opened the bottom of Nell’s — she was a mean girl who often made horrible comments about Keith’s eyes and Lance’s tendency to wear skirts or pink — backpack, and carefully brushed the beaten eggs all over the fabric. Just enough to cover it, but not soak it. He sewed it back up and stashed the evidence. Over the next few weeks, the eggs in Nell’s bag rotted, but she couldn’t figure out where it was coming from and reeked for days before she finally convinced her parents to get her a new backpack. But by then, the damage was done — she was Smelly Nelly to everyone who knew her. It didn’t exactly stop her teasing, but it certainly made it easier to bear.

But their friendship certainly wasn’t one-sided. Keith might not use his fists, or come up with revenge plans twisted enough to get him sent to the guidance counsellor, but he definitely helped Lance in other ways. He thinks back to every time he wrote down notes for Lance when the lights and sounds were hurting his head and he can’t pay attention. To every time he was a shoulder to cry on, or a distraction.

Maybe he is Lance’s protection, just as much as Lance is his.

“We protect each other,” Keith decided eventually. He’s a little surprised at the conviction in his voice.

Marcela laughs, brushing the mop out of his eyes and pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

“You’re absolutely right, mijo.”

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#i think i fucked up the verb tenses #so if anyone knows how to fix that please let me know #but this fic is so long that im losing track 😭😭 #anyways if this is boring do not tell me ive spent too much time on it now #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mcclain #lance's family #lance's mom #her name is marcela for me bc i like that #childhood best friends klance #klance #childhood friends to lovers #keith & lance #kid fic #theyre not dating in this #pre slash #uhhhhh #what else #oh #feral lance #bamf lance #genderqueer lance #brown eyed lance #soft keith #kind keith #bamf keith

[charsfx]

Bertha appreciation.

#champion lance #elite four lance #lance's mom

[laezelofkliir]

PRIDE CELEBRATION 2023: FAVORITE COUPLES

AVA & SARA ♡ LEGENDS OF TOMORROW (2016-2022)

#avalance #legends of tomorrow #wlwedit #wlwsource #wlwgif #dailytvwomen #cinematv #lotedit #dcedit #lot #dc #ava sharpe #sara lance #* #pride23 #i miss my time moms so much

[deckoftrickcards]

made a lil thing on my sisters ipad

#voltron #keith kogane #klance #lance mcclain #vld #voltron legendary defender #klance fanart #vld fanart #keith x lance #i wanna keep my sisters ipad #orphan keith my beloved #yes i know his mom is alive he’s an orphan in spirit #he was in foster care and had a shit time i like making him suffer #foster care problem kid keith ur so special to me #lance had no idea this dude was an orphan

[mushed-kid]

vld as textposts etc. 34

(i could’ve posted these a while ago but i thought i might make three more to have like a full post but i didnt manage that sorry, i wish i could post as often but making them just doesnt hit the same anymore😔 the children yearn for the vld textposts)

#voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron as textposts #hunk garrett #allura #princess allura #lance mcclain #pidge holt #matt holt #pidge gunderson #keith kogane #vld krolia #vld keiths mom #vld keiths dad #texas kogane #idk his name #haggar #lotor #prince lotor #klance

[lil-shiro]

[re: your post abt the press conference] lance giggling with older men : fork spotted in the kitchen (timestamp 7:28, also see 21:30)

Literally he was having the time of his life

#STAND UP GIRL YOU'RE A BILLIONAIRE'S SON #i feel like a mom telling her kid to play with people their own age #lance stroll #asks #ochd-deug #saudi arabia gp 2024

[x-soapbox-x]

Craigslist missed connections moment. Happy Mardi Gras!!!!

#my art #voltron #keith kogane #lance mcclain #klance fanart #klance #keith vld #lance vld #please notice all the little details lol #the tired mom watching her kids run into the crowd while holding a teddy bear #the face paint #the beads and confetti on the ground #Shiro holding adams hand #hunks pretzels #Keith’s mask is a red painted lion #hunks mask is a cuter version of a lion but it’s also his orange headband

[corvus--rex]

Less of a full fic, more of a rough sketch of a concept.

Been thinking about a modern au where Tex & Krolia never married. They come to a point when Keith is 7 where their romantic relationship has come to its natural end but they're still best friends and want to raise Keith together so the farthest Tex moves is a different bedroom.

A few months later he starts dating the divorced mom of an 11yo boy at the same time as Krolia goes on a business trip where she meets a young widow with a 6yo daughter.

Tex & Krolia refuse to leave Keith behind to bounce between them, so they stay in the house, moving their new partners in with them. It's a bit of an adjustment, but the kids all get along and are acting like siblings in no time.

These are the relationships Tex & Krolia know will last, and a few months before their double wedding, they and their fiancees sit down with a lawyer, formally adopting each other's kids and signing co-parenting agreements. Shiro, Keith, and Romelle do not understand why they need to have some paper telling them they're siblings when it's something they already know.

Years later, when Lance tries to warn Keith about his own family, Keith just remind him that he grew up with two siblings and four parents, how bad could it be?

#Keith. Deserves. A. Giant. Loving. Family. #my writing #threadfic import #keith kogane #lance mcclain #takashi shirogane #romelle #krolia #krolia's bi btw #and so is romelle's mom #tex kogane #broganes #keith x lance #klance #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

[princelancey]

Shhh, he's all tuckered out

#f1 #lance stroll #formula 1 #aston martin f1 #I have no words #He just giving us this for free #Sleepy nap Lance #FOR FREE #Mom I love him #Ps. I'm gonna steal that beanbag #I don't care it wouldn't fit in any room in my house

[bisexual-birdy]

in the year of our lord 2024 i am reading klance fics and crying because i miss my mom

i need help

#jesus christ what is my life #klance #listen it was this rly amazing fic from krolias pov #it was her being protective of keith and being rly suspicious of lance #and like if kept switching from the past to the present where she’s giving her all to make sure lance gets back to keith #like i’m crying that’s so my mom coded #i swear i’m not always this sad

[autisticlancemcclain]

part one

part two

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“Ugh,” Keith says.

“Ugh,” Lance agrees.

Keith looks up slowly from where he was glowering at his plate of appetizers, staring at Lance for several minutes with eyes squinted in suspicion.

“What the fresh fuck are you talking about.”

Lance wrinkles his nose at him. “What?”

“You love these things,” Keith says, like the Blue Paladin is a particularly slow toddler. “You’re usually – prancing around, making a fool of yourself in front of pretty people. Every time one of these dumbass celebration missions ends you complain. The fuck you mean, ‘ugh’?”

“I mean ugh,” Lance repeats, emphasizing the word. “Sometimes I simply do not feel the party vibe, Keith. You ever think about that? No. Because you never think about anything. Because the only thing in your skull is a hamster wheel covered in cobwebs. So there.”

Keith lets that hang between them for a moment.

“You’re just mad you got called ugly earlier, huh.”

“It was so rude!” Lance explodes, obviously waiting for Keith to bring it up. “Like, who says that? What kind of trained diplomat refers to a random stranger as ‘the homely one’? Why the fuck would you say that? And it’s not even true! I’m a legit snack! I have been propositioned, you know! More than once! It’s actually quite frequent!” He throws his hand up, noise of frustration coming from deep in his throat. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, but no actual sentences come out, just different variations of ‘ugh!’ and ‘how dare!’ and ‘the nerve!’.

Because he is a stellar person, Keith does not laugh, instead biting his tongue as hard as he physically can without biting it clean off. Everytime Lance’s sputtering dies off only to kick back up when he thinks of his transgression again it gets harder.

Contrary to what everyone seems to think, Keith likes Lance. They’re friends. They hang out, they talk shit about other people, they do friend things. That’s why they’re both sitting here, at the edge of some grandiose ballroom on a planet whose name Keith has forgotten because they’ve only been here one day, leaning against each other and picking food off the same plate. (Well, Keith’s plate. He’s being gracious and letting Lance have some because Lance has taken enough massive Ls today, and Hunk is busy, so if Lance gets hangry Keith can’t just pass him off on somebody, so. Better to keep him fed, or whatever.)

“We should go – do something,” Lance mutters, picking apart what appears to be a cookie. Maybe. Alien shit is weird. “Make faces behind Shiro’s back. Convince Coran to get wine drunk.”

“We did that already,” Keith dismisses. “Last time, remember? We can’t do it too many times or we’re gonna have to be supervised again. We just managed to convince Shiro to ease up on the trackers.”

Lance sinks further into his chair. “Ugh,” he says again, with true feeling.

Keith begins to feel bad. Lance doesn’t look genuinely upset, he doesn’t think – he knows what a genuinely upset Lance looks like and it’s fucking heartbreaking; it’s the kind of shit that could stop wars – but Keith is a little bit worried that he is bothered, in some way. It can’t feel good to get called ugly in front of everybody. It was funny. And Keith laughed a little. But, still.

Keith nudges their shoulders together. “You wanna go dance?”

Lance freezes. He turns his head slowly to face Keith, like if he moves too fast Keith is going to change his mind. His brown doe eyes are wide and hopeful and over the top, honestly. God. No one asked for that.

“Really?”

“No. I’m taking back my offer. You’re being weird about it.”

“Nope! Nuh-uh! No takebacksies! We’re dancing!” Lance whoops, shoving back his chair and scrambling to his feet. He wraps his fingers tightly around Keith’s wrist, grinning so wide his face is about to split.

“You are holding me hostage,” Keith complains, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He gets up at Lance’s urging, popping the last of the weirdo alien cookie in his mouth and wiping his hand on his suit pants. “Let’s go, Homely One.”

If looks could kill, Keith’s intestines would be painting the floor. The look Lance gives him is lethal. It’s made worse when Keith laughs, because that was funny as hell and he refuses to pretend otherwise. He pulls Lance away, though, before he can reach for the butterknife that’s closeby and stab Keith in the eye, clasping their hands together and weaving them through the crowd of dancers and partygoers. Pretty soon the excitement catches up to Lance, because after a minute he’s the one dragging them around, having apparently picked a perfect spot on the ornate marble dancefloor for them to situate themselves. It is, of course, right smack in the middle, surrounded by people on all sides, right under the massive and delicate crystal chandelier that Keith and Hunk spent forty minutes mocking when they first got here.

“You’re extra as all fuck,” Keith informs him, dutifully putting his hand on Lance’s waist as instructed.

“I will have my Sam Montgomery moment or so help me God,” Lance responds. Keith notices he’s closer than he needs to be and immediately orders himself to un-notice that. He can see flecks of amber in Lance’s dark eyes. It’s so actually horrible. He focuses on Lance’s nose, instead, hoping for reprieve, but of course there is where all his freckles are. An attempt to focus on Lance’s mouth is a disaster waiting to happen, so he looks deliberately at Lance’s bigass forehead to distract himself. It kind of works.

The forehead that he is so intensely focused on wrinkles, and Keith says, “What,” and Lance says, “Aw, Keith, gross,” and then before Keith can stop anything Lance is untangling their hands, licking his thumb, and wiping something at the corner of his mouth.

Keith freezes.

He processes.

He gags.

All in that order.

“Lance!” he cries, swiping his own hands at his mouth. “Gross!”

“What’s gross is you walking around with crusty icing on the corner of your mouth, heathen,” Lance says, eyebrow arched and chin tilted defiantly.

Keith makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. His face matches his armour. He prays that the universe crack open the ground to swallow him whole. He can’t – gah. No one has done that to him since Shiro’s mother would come to visit and take them to get ice cream. When he was eleven.

“Are you a ninety year old grandmother,” he hisses, swiping the corner of his mouth one last time. He thinks his face may actually be glowing.

“Are you a two year old who can’t keep his food in his mouth?” Lance counters. He looks entirely unbothered and Keith wants to strangle him. Who does that. Who, honestly.

“That is not how I wanted your spit near my mouth,” Keith mutters, and immediately wants to open his bayard between his eyes.

Lance stops. A twirling trio of people bumps into him. He does not move. Slowly, his face begins to burn, starting from the sharp jut of his cheekbones and quickly spreading everywhere else. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then narrows his eyes in determination and opens it again.

“Nope,” Keith says before he can say anything. There is no recovery from this. There is only tactical retreat. “I have to – I left my excuse on the castle. I’m gonna go grab it.”

As quickly as he can manage he lets go of Lance’s hand and his waist, gracefully ducking around a dancing couple and high-tailing the hell out of the room. He averts his eyes when he walks by Shiro, praying he doesn’t get stopped, and walks straight out the door. Lance’s calls of his name quickly become faint as he sprints down the hallway.

He can’t believe — God, he said that. Out loud. To Lance’s face. After Lance fucking — licked his thumb and wiped Keith’s face. Like the fussy mother he is.

And Keith is still attracted to him.

He stops in the middle of the hallway, head cradled in his hands, skin hot to the touch.

Fuck, he has a complex.

#i am less happy with this than i wanted to be but i’ve been working on it for hours so time to blow out the candle #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #pre klance #pining keith #mom friend lance #brown eyed lance #lance & keith #banter #bad flirting #disaster keith #my writing #fic #longpost

[hunny-mustard104]

Here are some Bones fiber art headcanons because my hands hurt too much to knit right now.

This is purely self indulgent

Cam - Embroidery. This was something that she started learning in college. I just cannot get the image of Cam and Arastoo sitting next to each other on their couch while she is embroidering and he is reading. Just them being next to each other. Not talking, just enjoying each other presence. I am soft for domestic camstoo.

Zack - Sewing. I don't think he would do it for fun or make anything from scratch, but he does know how to fix clothes. I am a firm believer that Zack was both the baby of the family and a momma's boy. I also think that his family didn't have enough money to spend on new clothes most of the times so Zack got a lot of hand me downs and some would have holes. He would sit with his mom and watch her as she would fix clothes for him with fascination. He soon started to pick up how to do it himself as he got older. It is something that is both soothing and productive. He doesn't know what he is going to do now that his hands do not work the way they used to.

Lance - Knitting. His mom taught him how to knit when he was a kid, and he didn't really knit that often until he got into high school. It was a calming activity and also allowed him to spend time quiet time with his mom. He stopped knitting after his parents died because it reminded him of his mother too much and he didn't pick it up until Daisy got pregnant. He wanted to make his son a blanket. He never got to finish it.

#bones tv #bones tv show #lance sweets #zack addy #camille saroyan #bones spoilers #kinda #the cam one got me through my rough shift lol /hj #also the idea of little zack and lance doing things with their moms makes my heart ache #the damn maternal instinct/j

[vldlance]

keith just loves to cause lance a minor mental breakdown ❤️

#klance #klance art #keith kogane #lance mcclain #voltron #vld art #they...are in love #you can't read it but the text is about lance needing to call his mom so they can start planning the wedding #so all the sobrinos have time to plan to come #and he's asking pidge to be the ring bearer slkdjflksdjf #anyways. #juno.txt #my art

[scrollonso]

MY LITTLE KITTY

#meow #my baby #lancey #lancey strolley #i love him #lance stroll #but mom i love him #weird way to propose but yes #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #princess #lance stroll kitty agenda #aston martin

[coolnonsenseworld]

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#lance mcclain #voltron lance #commission work #voltron legendary defender #woke up 5:37 to rain #so im here making a post now #right after asking if my sister is alive bc she wasnt home when i went to sleep like sure she is an adult #but adults get abducted too #those past two days ive been just making groceries and crying at the inflation #i also hot glue gunned a box for my drawer to keep the charms in and reorganized things ! #first b3cause packing preorders will be much nicer now and second of all #im avoiding putting myself in a position where my brain can speak out loud when im under stress like shut the fuck up collect things into #boxes okay #oh have i told you i made list of reasons my mom called me lately? #accordingly it was because: someone died #then because she had a panic attack (she still doesn't call them that) #and then because my sister wasn't picking up #we ended up talking about taxes and an ongoing trial which was postponed from last year when my mom and grandmother didn't get there bc #they had a car accident #if this doesn't make you go 'lol' about life #i dont know what will #you just can't start thinking about it and have to draw beautiful Lance's that people commission from you look at him #and those shoulders trying to compensate that flat ass #i hope yall like him #😆 #everyone is totally cool so far btw i hope it doesn't distress anyone HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND

[armed-with-a-waffle-iron]

Sorta related to the RB I added, derailing your post a bit. But like, Oraclefam is where I'm at. Babs, her daughter Cass, her whatever Steph is, her brother/cousin figure Bruce, and her little brother Jason (imo his best interpretations always also make him EXCLUSIVELY listen to Babs which... Yeah ofc he'd listen to her its Babs)

Babs would be a way better head of the family than Bruce. Not that the "family" would be any more nuclear or tradition.

Cass and Steph are somewhat like her sisters. She was Cass's primary source of support and love when she came to Gotham. She's became a sort of mother figure, despite her being only 7 years older. And she mentored Steph in a much looser and more personal way to how Bruce mentored Dick. She's not Steph's boss, they're friends and vigilante partners who pledged to always have each other's back. Also Steph's the only person in the world that can out-snark her.

Dinah and Helena are always around as friends and colleagues. Dinah's her bestie for real and they definitely fucked but it didn't ruin anything thank god. Helena and her clash and have this homoerotic thing going but still grew close. Helena even cried when Babs reformed the Birds, less than a year after the breakup.

Dick floats in and out; they've always been more than friends but they're more than love interests too. No one gets Babs like Dick does and vice-versa; they've seen each other at their best and worst. Credit to them for remaining this close even throughout their "we have history" era. Also they finally married in Nightwing/Oracle.

Tim's like Dick's goofy, spoiled kid brother Babs used to babysit and Damian this traumatised, stabby brat that her lil sis Steph has taken under her wing.

Bab's dad was Renee's old boss and Renee is now Helena's roomie for even more homoerotic fun times. And there's Wendy; another one of Babs's mentees who she plays basketball with.

Bruce could never.

There's also Jim, her adoptive cop dad who's also her biological uncle and her adoptive brother James Jr. who is a serial killer. 😀

#babs would make a great mom #barbara gordon #oracle #batgirl #batgirls #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #dinah lance #helena bertinelli #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #renee montoya #wendy harris #bruce wayne #dc comics