Bonus Chapter! Set in between season one and two. Klance galore.

enchantress99: MY BODY IS READY

KoalaLover-ABC-123: Breathe my friend. Breathe. Prep yourself for more klance.

The Best Guesst: Dude don't even worry about it. It's just there in case people can. I totally get the struggling part *rolls eyes*

Sage McGavin: Sorry, but I headcanon Pidge as ace/aro, so I don't really ship her with anyone. Also, I ship Hunk with Shay (they've already lowkey started dating in this story so idk why I'd do Pidge and Hunk)

I don't own Voltron blah blah blah


"I cannot believe you won me a stuffed seahorse and then you kept it for yourself," Keith said in disbelief, looking sideways at Lance.

Lance, carrying said stuffed seahorse, squished the glittery animal to his chest tighter and stuck his tongue out. "Excuse me, but someone said that they didn't want to carry around a giant blue plushy for the rest of the night!"

Keith fought down his smile and shook his head, glancing over the fairgrounds with a tinted gaze. The sunglasses on his and Lance's faces were surprisingly helpful at concealing their identities, and so far no one had recognized them. Clark Kent was on to something.

"We've got another hour or so before it starts to shut down," Keith noted. "What do you-"

"Oh. My. God."

Keith looked at Lance, lifting an eyebrow. "What?"

He pointed, pressing his nose into the top of the seahorse. "Those kids. Look."

Keith followed his finger, eyebrows furrowing as he scanned the multitude of tweens that were lingering between rides. "Lance, I don't-"

His voice cut off as his eyes ran over familiar red and green jackets, an orange headband, nerd glasses, dyed white and black hair. "Oh my god."

"We have to go talk to them," Lance declared, his voice giddy with excitement.

Keith pulled his stare away from the tweenage cosplayers, unable to keep his grin down. He had yet to see any kind of sign that people had actually enjoyed their first season, save for the screamers on Twitter and Tumblr, and so seeing cosplayers of every single one of them in a public area that wasn't even meant for cosplaying…it was satisfying, in a way. "What about keeping our cover?" he asked. "If they ask for pictures…the others…"

Lance pursed his lips. "Hunk doesn't have any social media but Facebook, and neither do Allura, Shiro, and Coran. I don't even think Aggie or Zee know how to technology. Pidge, though…"

"Pidge has every social media account known to man."

They looked at one another. "Call her," Lance ordered.

Keith pulled out his phone while Lance kept an eye on the cosplayers, waiting impatiently until she picked up the phone. She was somewhere in North Carolina, Keith remembered, but she sounded sleepy when she answered. "Keith? What-?"

"I need your help," he interrupted.

There was a shuffling on the other end, presumably her sitting up, and then a confusion laced, "With what?"

"Lance and I are dating."

"WHAT?"

Keith held up a hand, despite knowing she couldn't see it. "Before you tell ANYONE and cash in on those bets we know you have going…would you rather help us prank them?"

It was a long shot, but Pidge was the queen of pranks, and Keith could almost see the evil grin on her face when she answered. "How long?"

He smirked. "We've been dating for almost a month now. We actually snuck out to a festival in Tennessee."

"Oh my god."

"Anyway, we found a group of kids cosplaying as all of us, and we want to get a picture with them. Could you-?"

"Make sure no one in the cast and crew finds them? Oh, I am so on it. But you're giving me all the details next time we talk, mister."

Keith chuckled. "Will do. Thanks, Pidge."

"Hunk is gonna kill me for not telling him."

They hung up and Keith slid his phone back into his pocket, taking Lance's hand and tugging him towards the kids. They dropped grips right before getting to them, not wanting to be hounded by the media if word of their relationship got out, and Lance spoke up first. "Those are great costumes guys!"

The one dressed as Shiro glanced over his group and gave a braces filled grin. "Thanks! It's a great show. Do you watch it?"

Lance and Keith both grinned widely. "You could uh…you could say that," Keith chuckled, pulling off his glasses. Lance mimicked him, and the kids completely lost it, shrieking and dancing around each other and slapping one another. It was fantastic.

They took several hundred photos, or at least that's what it felt like, and Lance gave his plush seahorse to the girl who was dressed as him.

As the group ran off to leave Lance and Keith to take pictures with their doppelgangers, the one dressed as Lance gave them a once over, bright blue eyes sparkling. "Are you guys like…dating?"

They froze, glancing at one another and then back to their minis, who were staring up at them hopefully. The girl dressed as Keith looked equally intrigued. "Um…yes?" Lance squeaked.

Keith smacked his arm with a hissed, "Lance!"

His counterpart threw up her hands. "It's okay! We won't tell." Her nose wrinkled. "My dad's on Broadway and no one ever leaves him and Mom alone. It's gross"

The other girl nodded so hard that her hair went slightly askew. "Besides," she said with a grin. "We can hold it over our friends that we know something about season two that they don't."

Lance chuckled. "I think you guys are too much like us," he admitted.

They took one last selfie, Lance and Keith squishing the girls between them, and then darted off with delighted waves. The actors slid their glasses back on and straightened up. "Think we're safe?" Keith asked.

Lance gnawed on his lower lip, tilting his head thoughtfully. "I think so," he admitted. "Kids that have famous parents are generally better at keeping secrets."

Keith chuckled and bumped Lance with his elbow. "Can't believe you gave away my sea horse."

"YOU DIDN'T WANT IT!"


After winning a red lion for Keith, based mainly on irony, and after Keith had won a blue one for Lance, they walked back to their hotel, fingers intertwined and lions swinging at their sides.

"Did you have fun?" Lance asked.

He sounded anxious, and it made Keith lift his eyebrows in surprise. "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I?"

Lance shrugged, licking his lips and gazing down the street as the shops closed for the night. Street lights had started to flicker on above them, rendering their sunglasses more hindrance than help, but they left them on just in case. "We just…we never went on an actual date," he explained. "You know? We got coffee and then…we were just together. So I didn't…"

He trailed off and Keith squeezed his hand, pulling him to a halt. "Hey."

Lance peeked up at him over the edge of his sunglasses, anxiety warring in his eyes. Keith tugged him closer and lifted his arms, wrapping them around Lance's neck and letting the red lion dangle down his back. He pressed a gentle kiss to his nose, their glasses clicking together. "I'm happy. With…with my parents dying so young, and growing up tossed around…" he swallowed, using his shades to hide his gaze. "Shiro was about the most positive thing in my life up until we met. You know…like the whole group, during auditions, but especially you."

He gave a breathy laugh. "Do you remember the first time we ever performed together?"

Lance snorted, letting his hands rest on Keith's waist and rubbing small circles into his shirt. The blue lion swung from his fingers against his leg. "Yeah. We were busboy extras with two lines apiece. Some job."

Keith smiled. "Wasn't the best," he admitted, lifting his head. "But you were always so perky and happy and I admired you for that. No matter how many times we had to go late or come in early, you were just…there."

Lance was trying to hold back on the tears, Keith could tell, but he wasn't finished. "So this," he continued, moving a hand and gesturing between themselves, "is something I've wanted for…way longer than just Voltron."

A shuddering breath spilled from Lance's lips and he moved his hands, gently dragging Keith's sunglasses off before tugging off his own. One glance around to make sure they were well secluded in the darkness, and then he pressed forwards, kissing him hard and dragging a hand up through his hair, Keith's arms tightening around his neck and pulling him in.

"Me too," Lance managed to murmur between breaths. "I mean…about before Voltron."

Keith laughed and pushed him away, grabbing for his sunglasses and putting them back on. Lance did the same, offered his arm to Keith, and they walked arm in arm back to their hotel room.


"Okay, okay, so you have to spill," Pidge squealed over Skype, her face lit with a grin and her hands forming a triangle over her mouth. "When did it…? I mean how…?"

Lance rolled his eyes, shifting the laptop so that he was in the shot a little more. "Pidge, chill. It was like…right after filming the bonding moment scene. We went out for coffee and it just…"

He shrugged and held up his and Keith's linked fingers, a smile tugging at his lips as Pidge squeaked and buried her face into her pillow. He sometimes forgot that she could act like a normal person, what with how sarcastic she was and how often she pulled pranks.

"But you can't tell anyone," Keith warned her. "We don't want the media getting ahold of this. We already discussed that with the kids, and they're chill with just keeping the pictures to themselves for now."

Pidge's eyebrows flew up. "You told a bunch of kids you were dating?"

Lance snorted. "No way. Just the two dressed as us, and so far they haven't spilled anything. We just asked the rest of the kids if they would keep the photos between them, because Hunk would kill me if he found out I wasn't visiting relatives."

"Shiro would have my ass for lying about the Mothman festival. It's not until September."

"Why is that even a thing?" Lance demanded.

Pidge chuckled and held up her hands, shaking her head. "Okay, okay. So filter through and keep everyone from finding out. Why don't you want anyone to know? I mean, the media I get; they're like evil vacuum cleaners that can't help but suck up everything in sight and taint it. But the crew?"

She trailed off, eyes studying the two of them closely. "No one's gonna care, if that's what you're worried about. I have bets from pretty much every single person that knows you on set."

"Nice to know everyone wants to place money on us," Lance chuckled. "That's not what we're worried about."

Keith shrugged. "At first it was kind of fun, to see how long it would take anyone to notice. And then it kind of turned into…"

He locked gazes with Lance, a faint smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. "Privacy, I think. Just…to be able to be around each other and not have everyone immediately assume we were making out and stuff."

Pidge nodded knowingly, looking a little guilty. "Sorry about that."

Lance waved a hand at her and the screen froze for a second. "No need to be. If we were uncomfortable with the idea, we wouldn't be betting on Shallura. And they wouldn't be betting on us."

He said it with a raised eyebrow and Pidge grinned. "Shiro put down fifty on you guys. Be happy."

"You know what'll make me happier?" Keith muttered, running a hand over his chin. "If we just keep going past everyone's placed date and make all of them lose. And then Lance or I gives a date to you, and we announce it on that day at the most random moment."

Pidge's grin turned evil. "Oh, I like that. So you guys get all the money everyone put down on you."

"We'll give you a third, of course," Lance said graciously. "For keeping it all a secret. And if you would like…come with us on outings so no one gets super suspicious."

"You have to pay for all my food."

"Done," they chorused.


The Mothman Festival is a real thing. I'm going this fall lol.

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Season Two coming this weekend! AND SEASON THREE THIS AUGUST WOOOOO