The Best Klance Fanfictions

Loud and Clear

Allura catches Lance's arm and glares daggers straight into his soul. Lance grins sheepishly and lowers his arm back to his side.

Ah, you've arrived, a voice says in all of their heads. Most of them flinch. And then they perfectly imitate professionalism, falling into line and smiling at the foreign dignitary. You're right on time - please, follow me.

The next chamber is large and unfamiliar to them, a giant statue of one of their people standing at the center of the room. They've spent the majority of their time on Yule'thra in their rooms and in the council chamber, but Yule'thra's official joining of the Coalition is open to the public as a ceremony. People already fill the chamber, their murmurs echoing around the room as they make their way down the aisle, towards the Queen.

The ceremony is neither quick nor painless. It drags on with speeches and symbolic gestures while they stand there at attention. By the time it finally ends and festivities are under way, Lance is exhausted. The table of appetizers looks particularly tantalizing.

They split up like they usually do, going about the room and allowing themselves to be wrapped up in conversations with different people, making a good face for Voltron. But as more time passes, their composure deteriorates. Keith and Pidge are the first to sneak off, no doubt hiding where they can't be forced to socialize any longer. Hunk, too, disappears, though that's less likely because of an aversion to social interaction. No, he probably got dragged off by some dignitary to see some sort of art or architecture or technology - he's always too polite to say no.

Shiro and Allura continue to make their rounds, always the ones to last the longest. And Lance, well-

You're incredibly brave, she says in his head, and it feels different when the voice is just for him, instead of being projected to everyone in the vicinity.

Lance laughs, low and in her ear. They're leaning against a pillar at the side of the room, and he has no idea how this would even work - like, she doesn't even have a mouth - but simple challenges of biology haven't stopped him before.

"We haven't even done anything for Yule'thra yet," he says. The accent trips him up, and she giggles in his head.

We've heard all about the things you've done.

"Yeah? Did you know, one time-"

Let's get out of here, she interrupts.

Lance's eyes widen. Okay, like - sure, he talks a big game, but it usually is just talk. And even when it's not just talk, it's usually him who makes that suggestion.

"Yeah, alright," Lance says anyway, and she grabs his hand and leads him away and Lance really hopes this isn't a trap, because he's definitely been tricked like this before and he's bad at learning this particular lesson. The benefits so outweigh the costs.

She leads him down a hall and into a room on the side. She must know her way around, or be one of the actual important people at this event, because she laughs lightly in his mind as he stares. There's this pulsing light at the center of the room, some kind of forcefield looking thing, and he's enraptured.

That's the Enragna, she says. It's sacred to our people. It took many moons for it to be transported here, under the rule of our first queen.

Lance gapes. "And you guys just keep it in some random room? And you want to... I mean. In this room?"

She laughs again. Lance wishes he could remember her name. Come to think of it, he's not quite sure she introduced herself.

Relax, she says. No one ever comes in here. That's why we're safe.

With that, she wraps her arms around Lance's neck and tugs him towards a pillar - they're everywhere, in this building. She doesn't have a mouth, so Lance starts kissing her neck, and he can hear her sighs - feel her pleasure - in his mind. Holy shit, this is gonna be intense.