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A big mischaracterization of Lance is that he's not a fiery guy, when in fact his personality resembles fire in so many ways. He's hot-headed, far more than Keith, and that's something that's easily missed because Keith is such a reactive guy. Majority of the fights between Keith and Lance are started by Lance. Lance is also quick to always call out bullshit. He's very passionate about what he does and he always has something to say.

Lance has a temper and I think its so crucial to his character and his dynamic with Keith because without it, their relationship becomes a lot more mellow. Most of the time Keith is just standing like an NPC and Lance will get irritated by that and have something to say, hence causing a fight. Lance has the fire, always has, and it simply reflects on Keith.

I'd like to second this point by saying Keith's personality resembles water. Not that he's completely chill and passive, although he can be. But he's extremely turbulent and malleable. If Lance will start a fight he'll match the energy-he'll shape himself into a fighter. Keith has always been moving around from place to place and he's always had to mold himself into what's most suitable for survival, the same way water clings to a glass. He's got a lot of emotional conflicts within him. The fact that Keith's characterization is very similar to water is also alluded to in the fact that Lance is very drawn to both the ocean (water!) and Keith alike. He can't stop pursuing either.

Now I'm not saying that Lance and Keith are opposites when I call them fire and water because I don't think they're opposites at all. Both can grow/spread to great lengths, both carry a storm, and both can also be kind and gentle and necessary to live (ex: a fire provides warmth and water provides sustenance). Water can fuel fire, the same way Keith grows Lance's fire. Fire can also make water steam and boil, the same way Lance makes Keith react. If the water is greater than the fire, the fire will fizzle out; but if the fire is greater than the water, the water will evaporate. They'd have to be on equal levels for this cause-effect relationship to work. And Lance and Keith have always been on equal level (despite any internal insecurities). They always been neck to neck.

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Here’s a fanart piece for @thatgirlonstage‘s wonderful ongoing fic, Written In Sand:

Lance wakes up in a hospital on Earth to discover he has been missing for four months, with no memory of Voltron or the Galra. Drawn inexplicably to the desert where they found him, he discovers a hut full of research and notes that may provide the key to his missing memories. With secrets and conspiracies surrounding him, and the Garrison potentially hiding far more than he could ever have imagined, Lance grows to trust the notes in the desert - but he may not believe the person who claims he wrote them.

I’ve had this idea for at least two years I think, but it’s been difficult working on it because I wanted it to be perfect.

Thatgirlonstage’s writing in this story made me go through so many emotions (excellent angst, the you-love-to-hate-him visceral anger at villains, the hilarity of dramatic irony, and so many more), and I couldn’t possibly convey all of them, so I chose my favourite of all; klangst.

I had to make some compromises so this would turn into a published piece instead of sitting in my folders unfishined forevermore, but putting those aside I’m really happy with how it turned out.

48. — lucky.

When Matt discovered he had been chosen to be a part of the Kerberos mission, he had thought that the luck had smiled on him with the widest grin he had seen. He was going to be one of the two scientists who would travel to Kerberos, one of the first people who would walk on the farthest moon in the Solar system, after all, so it felt like the prettiest dream he had had.

Or it was, until the Galra appeared. From there, his life turned into a nightmare he only wanted to wake up from.

Becoming a prisoner was the worst experience he had lived through, being isolated from Shiro and his father, and locked up against his will. Living with the fear of not knowing what they would do with him.

After that he had glimpses of good luck that left a sour sensation on his body. Being saved from becoming the toy of the Galra empire didn’t feel right if Shiro’s sacrifice was the cost; being free again wasn’t the same if his father and Shiro weren’t with him. For the first time, luck’s smile looked like a sinister smirk, and he loathed it.

He didn’t feel fortunate until one year later, when a tiny figure intruded into his secret base, and he began fighting against them.

Discovering that the trespasser was Pidge was like receiving a blessing after living coursed for a long time. He forgot all the awful experiences he had gone through for a moment, just focusing on the joy that bubbled from his body.

So back in June of 2018 I made a Klance Fic Starter Pack post but since it’s been a long while since then I decided it’s finally time for an update. So here we have it! - Karri

so why don’t we fall by aknightley (1/1 | 8,218 | Explicit)

Five times Lance used a pet name for Keith, and one time Keith used one for Lance.

Keith has no basis for having a relationship with someone, so he's trying to follow Lance's lead.

//nsfw

The Marks We Make by wittyy_name (12/12 | 255,302 | Mature)

Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he'll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don't say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It's not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can't bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he's resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.

Keith Kogane dreads the day he'll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He's just an art student who's struggling to find his place in the world. There's so much he hasn't been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can't do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.

//nsfw

(shallura, hunk/shay)

Nightmares by Trashness (1/1 | 14,864 | Teen And Up)

Lance's nightmares are getting out of control. It's effecting his and the team's performance, but he's at a loss for how to fix this.

Apparently sleeping next to a warm body helps.

La primera sensación que sintió al abrir la puerta fue el frío calar en él. La calle, en contraste con horas, se hallaba desierta, y eso, sorprendentemente, lo calmó un poco. Si bien disfrutaba estar en grandes multitudes, a diferencia de otras personas, quería estar solo por una vez. Solo con sus pensamientos y con algo que había extrañado hacer.

Ver la lluvia otra vez.

Ver la lluvia después de tanto tiempo añorando hacerlo se sentía extraño, y casi no sabía cómo actuar al respecto. Había echado en falta muchas cosas siendo un paladín de Voltron, las suficientes como para poder enumerarlas. Sin embargo, la lluvia había sido una de las únicas que nunca había estado a su alcance. Había visto extensos prados, profundidades de océanos que jamás habían sido explorados, los cielos estrellados más hermosos que pudiera imaginar. Pero jamás algo similar a la lluvia. Recordaba, incluso, haber preguntado a muchos locales cada vez que aterrizaban en un nuevo planeta. Pero la respuesta siempre era la misma. Nadie había escuchado sobre nada similar.

Mentiría si dijera que aquello no lo había frustrado en más de una ocasión. La lluvia siempre le hacía rememorar buenos recuerdos, sobre todo buenos momentos con su familia.

Había incluso soñado con ella a veces, sueños que parecían meras ilusiones donde solo podía observar y escucharla muy vagamente. Pero esta vez era diferente. Era real y podía apreciarlo en más de una forma. Podía ver nítidamente cómo las gotas de agua caían y difuminaban el paisaje; podía escuchar cómo estruendosamente las mismas colisionaban contra el suelo y cualquier objeto que estuviera bajo ellas, y más importante… podía sentir cómo las gotas de agua impactaban contra su piel. Eso lo hizo sonreír inconscientemente.

En algún punto cerró sus ojos y comenzó a reír. Su risa debía ser increíblemente ruidosa y estridente, pero le era indiferente. Estaba entusiasmado y su cuerpo estaba reteniendo tantas emociones que necesitaba dejarlas ir de algún modo.

Quería correr, saltar, bailar; simplemente hacer algo bajo la lluvia. Pero acabó tumbándose en el suelo; su espalda mojándose y embarrándose en el lodo, debido a la risa que no era capaz de contener. Ni siquiera los pensamientos de los posibles regaños que iba a recibir o del resfriado que iba a tener al día siguiente consiguieron opacarla.

Quería estar allí para siempre. Disfrutando la lluvia como si fuera la primera vez que la veía. Riéndose con la misma intensidad, incluso cuando sus pulmones reclamaban oxígeno.

No fue hasta que vio el cielo iluminarse con un relámpago que sus carcajadas cesaron de inmediato. El ruidoso trueno que escuchó después lo hizo estremecerse y observar el cielo con nueva admiración. Ese fue solo el primero de muchos que lo siguieron.

Eso debería haberlo asustado, lo habría hecho sin duda si fuera más joven. Después de todo había crecido teniéndole miedo a los rayos. Un miedo que había hecho, incluso, que pasara muchas noches en vela. Pero ahora era diferente. Lo que antes había provocado que se escondiera bajo sus sábanas, ahora se sentía como un espectáculo que nunca había sabido apreciar.

Nunca había visto una tormenta tan de cerca. Era simplemente impresionante. Era como ver una competición, cada relámpago peleando por destacar más en la oscuridad. Una batalla de resplandores. Una disputa donde no parecía haber un ganador y que lo estaba embelesando más conforme pasaban los minutos.

Ver las siluetas de las nubes; escuchar como los truenos retumbaban, sin marcar ritmo alguno; el constante tintineo de la lluvia. Era un espectáculo caótico, pero bello a su manera.

Era, sin duda alguna, una vista de la que costaba cansarse. Pero que tenía que llegar a su fin. La intensidad de la lluvia había incrementado minutos atrás. Y con ella, sus tiriteos. Había intentado ignorarlos, pero se dificultaba conforme pasaba el tiempo. Así que llegó un momento en el que tuvo que retirarse.

Al levantarse pudo ver cómo Verónica lo esperaba bajo el marco de la puerta. Su expresión era ligeramente seria, así que debía estar planeando cómo regañarlo probablemente. No era un rostro común en ella y solo estaba reservado a ocasiones como aquella. Ocasiones donde él o uno de sus hermanos conseguía preocuparla lo suficiente.

El sonido de la tormenta disminuyó una vez que entró de nuevo en su casa, solo siendo capaz de escuchar de fondo las gotas de lluvia impactar contra su ventana. Tal y como había intuido Verónica lo había regañado nada más se había acercado, tras envolverlo en la primera toalla que había encontrado.

El sermón fue más breve de lo que pensó, posiblemente debido al estado en el que estaba. Temblando y con el rostro pálido. Verónica no tardó en mandarlo al baño, con la única intención de que se duchara para entrar en calor lo antes posible.

Al entrar en el baño, solo había un pensamiento que cruzaba su mente.

Valió la pena.