Lance is 100%, without a doubt, straight. He has the perfect girlfriend and has never wanted anything more. But suddenly his world is being turned upside down by the boy playing the drums at his local bar--a boy who happens to be very good looking, very gay, and very very interested in Lance. aka: Good-Boy Lance has a crisis when he meets Keith because he's so damn attractive, and Keith is a little ho that is way too promiscuous and open about his sexuality. The become friends. Confusion and sexual tension ensue. «Not mine! It belongs to Klancekorner on AO3»

[after the events of season 8] An AU of AUs/Fix-It Fic When Keith was assigned to a mission concerning every single existing reality, the last person he expected to be chosen as his partner was Lance. The two ex-Paladins now embark on a journey where they must face their pasts to save the future. Old friends and lost lovers return to their lives as they realize that maybe, just maybe, the person they've been searching for has been in front of them from the start. [cover by @-courteous, dedicated to @-courteous]

*this story was written by Gibslythe on ao3* "Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? "Alright, it's a deal." Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend'. This is actually the best fic I've ever read. It emotionally destroyed me and then put me back together only to kill me again. Read on ao3 : http://archiveofourown.org/works/7454385

Lance's nightmares are getting out of control. It's affecting 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. 〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰 A Klance Fan Fiction! Not my work -Story by Trashness on ao3.

Lance McClain, wanted in over thirty countries for robberies of 252.3 million dollar value, smuggling assault rifles and illegal substances over the US border, bombing several casinos along the way...you get the point. Lance knew what he was doing. Because he was never caught. Not even once. "So, Lance McClain, criminal mastermind," the tiny gremlin continued. "What could you stand to gain from turning yourself in?" Lance shrugged. "I got bored." All credit of the idea goes to Koctsu on instagram! Thanks so much for letting make this wonderful idea into a full-fledged story!! (All pictures used is their art, not mine)

klance fluff and a lil bit of angst. you know what they say, opposites attract. cover credits~ @teakip on tumblr btw- a lil bit of season 2 spoilers all voltron characters belong to Dreamworks please don't sue me

"Oh my god, Keeeith," Lance wheezed. "Keith you're the best drunk space cadet I've ever seen." "Space cadet," Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance's hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance's fingers, sending shivers up Lance's arm and down his spine. "You have looong fingers," Keith murmured after a few moments. Keith's face perked up then, as if he'd just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith's pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance's ear when he spoke next. "I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance." (This is actually written on Archive On Our Own by Reader115. I love this story so much and I wanted to bring it to Wattpad. Enjoy!)