#fic: The Shattering of Altea

[youareinacomawakeup]

Continuation from last post!

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

Okay, I think this is shown rather clearly from the answer to my last question, but, uh... The idea that you have to have everything outlined/planned in detail ahead of time before you write anything! For me, it’s always just a matter of having a destination I want to reach (at least SOME kind of ending in mind from the start, even if I don’t keep my original ending by the time I actually get to the end) and a few major points to hit on the way, which grow bit by bit over time, occasionally get dropped if I decide they don’t work in harmony with the other ideas, and never have a set order.

And I don’t need much to start an idea! Usually, all I have when I start writing is a few characters, a vague concept, and one twist.

Take, for example, Ignorance is Bliss. When I started writing that fic, all I had was “Klance”, “ghost fic where the ghost and the living person act like roommates who hate each other even though the living person can’t directly see or hear the ghost”, and “At some point, Lance loses a loved one or something, and from then on, he can see Keith.”

That was it! That was all I had! All the stuff with Lance’s Altean past life and Alfor and the original Paladins and Allura/Coran being sealed away until the Blue Lion chose her next Paladin? That wasn’t even a glimmer in my mind yet! I was just like “Ghosts! Rival ghosts! ...Go!”

And SoA was just “Shiro and Matt made an MMO. Lance is hired as a beta tester. The twist is that Keith is an AI based off someone Shiro and Matt knew at some point but lost in one way or another.” I didn’t even know if the “real” Keith (Alpha) was dead or alive when I started. I just wanted Lance to fall in love with a video game character.

So, yeah! To summarize, fuck the idea that you have to have everything planned out before you start writing. Just fucking go.

[riverstolas]

Desperately need a new Klance fic to read. Preferably something completed. I've been surviving off one shots and I actually miss long fics but I feel like I've read all the good long ones. Send help

[ianthelordof]

I once again decided partway through rereading a fic online that I had to bind it into a book. A worrying trend for someone who is out of bookshelf space...

You ever read some fanfiction that just sorta sticks with you? For me one was definitely One Wheel Short by @youareinacomawakeup. I've accepted it as canon and it honestly un-ruined the last few seasons of Voltron for me.

Nika, if you're interested in a physical copy for your story let me know! (And I may or may not have some plans to bind a copy of The Shattering of Altea some time in the future too...)

[daggryet]

kaisa only for you would i start talking abt klance fic again im here to tell you if you haven't read the shattering of altea and ignorance is bliss by youareinacomawakeup you NEED to their fics are fantastic and i (still) love them a lot.

zanna that is the nicest thing i've ever been told, thank you for ripping up the scars of the past for me

i have them open and loaded in chrome !

[fomalhaut89]

these designs are loosely based off nikanaiko's fic The Shattering of Altea. Check it out if you're in the mood for a good read ❤️💙

wedded bliss

[askingmarks]

He looked like a hero.

One of my favorite scenes from Nikanaiko’s incredible fic, The Shattering of Altea :)

[anawriteshorror]

#1: My all time favorite scene from The Shattering of Altea. It’s a really good Klance action/adventure fic (I wish I could write action scenes as good they can). Can be a bit of a tear jerker too, though.

#2: Blood Bath is probably somewhere in my top twenty Klance fics, I adore the way they write Lance. I tried hard to combine the exotic priestess angle they were gonna at with Keith, it was certainly fun drawing his outfit!

[totesunrepentant]

Shattering of Altea Ch.25

[kosmo-mckogane]

Have you read the shattering of altea? It's a very ambitious and very long fic, but I'm yet to read a kl fic that has used the same concept so it's quite a unique and interesting read!

God, you know what. That’s been on my to read list for a million years bc i really do want to read it but it’s Just. So. Long. it looks amazing though, so maybe one day when i really do have some time, I’ll finally read it.

[ashkazora]

(another!) vld fic recommendations for everyone. This time, all of these fics are 100k plus, for your quarantine boredom needs. Note: all of the wips are actively being updated

The Shattering of Altea

Protection

A Want To Be Wanted

As Colour Fades Away

Jumping Into The Sea

Lilac Sweet

Goodnight, Travel Well

made of stone (wip)

Indigo Pull (wip)

Love Interest

Star Cursed

Blue and Black (series)

Take a sip

One Wheel Short (wip)

Happier HOPEless (wip)

Born of the Stars (wip)

The Dreaming Dark (wip)

The Two of Cups

Moving Forward (wip)

Please kudos and comment on every one of these if you read them! For a lot of authors, comments fuel them to write and are really nice to receive. 

[youareinacomawakeup]

writers ask! 18, 35, 38

Fun!

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

Oh, gee. God, I've written so much. There's so much to pick from. Give me a minute. Uhhh... This has to be the hardest question. You know how, like, someone asks you your favorite song and suddenly it's like you've never listened to music in your life? That's what's happening in my brain right now. A lot of my writing is really spur-of-the-moment. Like I'm making it up as I go along, just with a few specific destinations planned out. So those destinations should be what I'm thinking of here.

(SPOILERS and also I'm only answering number 18 here because it's kind of an in-depth question to answer. The latter questions will be answered in another post.)

Uh, y'know what, I'm just gonna open up the full text of Shattering Altea and scroll randomly until I land on something I can talk about.

hahah the first thing i scrolled to was "remember everything. feel how you felt." I REMEMBER NOTHING. THANKS FOR RUBBING IT IN.

okay something else

That works!

So, this is the scene where Lance gets Blue as his mount. This was the culmination of a few things. First, I wanted all the Paladins to have Lion-adjacent mounts. And it made sense to me for Blue to have belonged to Allura first, because...you know.

Also, there was a scene early on in the fic where Lance and Keith encounter the merpeople, and while I initially meant for that to just be a place for Lance to recover after passing out in the snow, a lot of people in the comments had their interests piqued by the presence of the merpeople, and just by seeing their intrigue, an idea for a subplot around them sparked to life in my brain. Initially, all I had planned to show the destruction from the Galra was the ash left behind after the razing of Olkarion. This would show an active attempt at a takeover in progress rather than the barren remains after the fact, and it would also be the point in the story where the fight against Zarkon takes a turn, the first real victory.

Also, I had to get Allura herself in the story, and I loved the idea of sneaking her into the Blade of Marmora via Altean shapeshifting.

I was counting on the idea that everyone would look at a "Mystery Galra Woman" and start thinking Acxa or Krolia, completely dismissing the possibility that it could be Allura because the fact that Alteans can shapeshift wouldn't even occur to them.

And we all know I like to combine several plot threads into one nice little rope, so...

Allura and Lance meet for the first time in the place where Allura's past mount and Lance's future mount is setting some shit up in the plot.

Lance saves Keith from said mount, but the battle that takes place there goes poorly, setting up the need to return in the future and set things right. (Also, Lance and Blue have a memorable exchange in the water, hinting at an incomplete potential for a bond.)

So there's the necessary setup.

And this scene, the one where Blue officially becomes Lance's mount, is the payoff.

This scene also builds on Lance and Keith's relationship, when Lance compares the way Blue is lashing out after having lost Allura to the way Keith lashes out having lost Shiro and Matt. Because Layers.

Lance connects to Blue because of his relationship with Keith (point 1)

Which loops back to Allura (point 2)

Getting Lance the mount that makes him "Part of the Five Paladins of Voltron" (point 3)

Which he uses to team up with Keith and win the first major victory against the Galra (point 4)

It's Klance relationship building and Lance development and thematically important and important to the plot all at the same time. Or...that's what I was going for.

Oh, also, a lot of my friends know that "Where No One Goes" by Jonsi makes me fucking cry when it plays in How to Train Your Dragon 2 because I listened to it a lot while writing SoA.

One of the scenes I wrote while listening to that song is the end of this scene and the start of the next, when Lance is running back to help Keith with Blue following him under the ice.

I...hope that's a satisfactory answer to the question! I know it was very rambly and disconnected, but that's kind of how my writing methods work. That's why I can't do outlines. -laughs- I'm just a goddamn octopus grabbing everything I can with my tentacles and trying to pull it all together into one uniform thing.

[klance-fic-rec]

Fic rec: The Shattering of Altea 

By: YouAreInAComaWakeUp (Nikanaiko) 

Modern AU / mmorpg / VR  slow burn + fluff/angst + TW check the tags before reading!! just... the complexity of this fic... and everything comes together so perfectly... 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11257599/chapters/25169019

[cuethecringysmile-blog]

Klance fic recs👏

(Btw all are on AO3)

*The shattering of altea (YouAreInAComaWakeUp)

*I might make you walk the plank (TeaParade)

*Shut up and dance with me (wittyyname)

*Dirty Laundry (Anonymous)

*Lion's chain (Luna_Vulpes)

*Call me beep me (orphan_account)

*The marks we make (wittyyname)

*I bet you look good on the dance floor (xShieru)

*On thin ice (Minadora)

*Wild Magic (wittyyname)

*Be alive with me to night (Caeseria)

*Follow the sun (usernicole)

*Blood bath (Sidi)

*Kiss the ground so you can fly (hukkasiipi)

*Summer,Autumn,War (Crystalsilhouette)

*Country Karaoke Klance (kelamorrison)

*The magic between us (Recesskup)

*Fit the crown to my head (aknightley)

*Just trust me (lakeshark)

*Something blue (starlightment)

*Read all about it (starlightment)

*I need someone like you to lighten the load (notanannoyingfangirl)****

*And your skin blooms blue and purple (Zizzani)

*Ghost of the future (wittyyname and Zizzani)

*Shadow of the past (wittyyname and Zizzani)

*Oatmeal cookies (Monti_B_Lewis)

*Chocolate crinkles (Monti_B_Lewis)

*Drive it like you mean it (Zizzani)

*Love interest (Iwriteshipsnotsailthem)

*Pretty young thief (YaoiNerd)

*Clinched (Redfox_Raine)

*Lucky in rivalry (Iwriteshipsnotsailthem)

*Time and Tide (RangoAteMyBaby)****

*The lives we live (Ribble)

*The good side of bad karma (Klancekorner)****

*A cradle of flesh and bone (bffimagine)

And that's all I have for now...

Enjoy!

[nadiarizavi]

a different definition of stars- chapter 1: blue, a color, a feeling

@planceminibang​ SUMMARY: 

Lance McClain was born for the spotlight. But after a surprise scandal, his mom gets worried that the fame’s starting to get to his head-- and Lance gets shipped off to live with his brother Luis and his family in the countryside town of Garrison, in the middle of Altea County, population barely breaching a thousand. In a new place where no one knows his name, Lance should be grateful to have a break from the lights and cameras-- but being a farmhand isn’t the life of glitz and glamour he was used to. And it’s definitely no picnic when the girl next door has blackmail on you.

RATED: T, TAGS: Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Minor Injuries, Cows, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Car Accidents, minor kallura

CHAPTER ONE ON AO3!

A/N: huge thank u to the mods !!! huge love to @zoedozy for making SUPER LOVELY ART that’ll be shared soon !! the fic is below the cut or you can read it on ao3! <3

Slap.

Lance withdrew his legs with a hiss, turning to the driver--his sister in law, Lisa-- who by now had turned her eyes back to the road, a satisfied smile on her face.

“The hell was that for?!”

“I told you four times to get your feet off the dash, Lance.”

Lance gestured to the dash, then at her. “It’s--look! I didn’t leave a mark!”

“And you’re adorable if you think that attitude’s gonna fly here.”

“Attitude--?”

“Lance.”

He slumped back into his seat, the dirt road causing the truck to bump and jostle along as it did. His eyes wandered back out the window-- miles and miles of grass and trees, cattle, hazy purple mountains in the far off distance. Not another car for miles. No music played on the radio--white noise. An unrelated buzz--Lisa told him that it was cicadas in the late summer--hummed in the air, and the sun was high in the afternoon sky. Cloudless. An infinite blanket of blue.

“How’s Veronica?”

Lisa was asking him questions again. Lance looked down at his shirt, tugging at a loose string, brows furrowed. How’s Veronica?

Mad at him. 

Well, he couldn’t blame V for being mad at him. He was still trying to ice the burn from his parents being mad at him too.

He heard the shutter of a secret camera click in his ear, and Lance planted his forehead against the window.

“She’s fine.”

“Mami told me she didn’t come to send you off.”

“Busy at work. She has a life too, yanno. Outside of being my babysitter,” he grumbled. They drove past one, two cows. He should add on to that. “Sorry you got stuck with babysitting, by the way.”

“You’re family.” A pause. She was thinking of something to add on, too. “We want to take care of you too, Lance.”

The cicadas buzzed on.

--

Nadia and Sylvio were his next assailants-- running down the porch steps of a wooden, white ranch house at full speed, down the dirt driveway, and into his arms. He only ever saw the kids when the family came to Hollywood for the holidays, for summer vacation. They wore wide smiles, their teeth bright white, Nadia’s dark hair braided down her back, Sylvio’s hands were dried with mud. Lance couldn’t help but laugh.

Despite the circumstances, he could never resent seeing his favorite niece and nephew.

“You guys keep getting bigger. Stop eating your vegetables.” Lance said, bending his knees for Sylvio to wrap his thin arms around his neck, lifting him into a piggyback ride while Nadia skipped alongside them.

“Do actors need to eat their vegetables?” Nadia asked, a curious twinkle in her eye. She wanted to be just like her uncle Lance, she had said at Christmas the last year. Just like him.

For the moment, the reminder made his stomach twist in knots.

“Well, kinda.”

“Then I won’t stop.”

Sylvio wriggled against his spine, chirping directly into Lance’s ear. “Me too! I won’t stop, too!”

That made him laugh, the knot undoing itself for the thirtieth time that day, and he let the boy down as soon as the porch steps came to view. It was a big porch. It was a big house. Stark white, freshly painted. An oasis in the middle of a lifeless world. Lisa whistled for him, back down the driveway.

“Lance, you don’t seriously expect your pregnant aunt to get your bags, do you?”

Lance bolted back down, ignoring the sting in his chest when he reached the truck and looked down to his shoes; once pristine, white, now dusted. Lisa gave him a curious glance as she handed him his duffle.

“What’s wrong?”

“My shoes.”

And then she rolled her eyes, dropping the duffle into his arms. “You’ve got money. Buy new ones. Probably something better suited for the farm.”

He followed her dejectly--her and his rolling suitcase--back up the driveway, feeling perspiration on his forehead, in his hair. The late afternoon was hot, the sun oppressive against his neck. Sunscreen. That was definitely first priority once he’s settled in.

The air inside the house was cool and inviting, a welcome reprieve from the hot summer sun. The kids followed their mother and Lance like ducklings up the stairs, into the spare bedroom, inspecting Lance as if he were a new toy.

In a way he kind of was. All city and no country on him. He was dressed for first class travel, not for the dirt roads and cattle and buzzing cicadas.

The bedsheets were a shade of wet soil and smelled faintly the same. The lacy curtains were open, and he could get another view of miles of grass and purple mountains and an infinite sky. The wallpaper-- blue, white, floral--right out of a homestead decor magazine. There was a desk and a closet, empty save for boxes labeled ‘WINTER COATS’ and ‘XMAS DECOR.’ Lance dropped his duffle on the bed, watching the dust float up and catch in the light. Sylvio and Nadia set to inspecting the room itself, and Lisa let out a content sigh as she looked around. She threw him a smile.

“Nothing like Beverly Hills?”

“Don’t see an infinity pool out there,” Lance said, hoping he sounded funny. Please think I’m being funny, Lis.

She outstretched a hand to him, adjusting the sleeve of his shirt, following his gaze out the window to the sky and the mountains and the grass. “You don’t need a pool to see infinity out here, mijo.”

She started out the door again. “Let’s get the rest of your bags and get you settled in, right? Sylvio, Nadia, can you two go check on the chicken coop?”

The two were glad to oblige, racing down the stairs in fits of laughter, and Lance could only follow Lisa, dumbstruck, hand out to help her if she needed a hand down the steps. “You guys got chickens here too?”

She laughed, throaty and warm. “You’ll get to meet them tomorrow, I hope. I don’t know what Luis wants you to do yet.”

“Probably wrangle a cow.”

“We don’t wrangle anything here. You’re a farmer now, not a bull rider,” Lisa let out a breath, looping her arm through his as they left the cool air of the farmhouse and started back down the driveway, kicking up dirt as they walked. She was quiet, until they were back to the car, back to the luggage Lance toted from sunny California. “Your mama didn’t tell us everything, you know.”

Lance bit his lip, hoisting his luggage out of the truck bed and onto the road. “You can probably just google it.”

“I’d rather hear it from you, Lance. Not the tabloids.”

That was reassuring, considering his parents and Veronica preferred to read the tabloids.

He looked Lisa in the eye, and the knot in his chest twisted itself right back up. Lance wondered if there was a chance he could get an Eagle Scout badge for his impressive knotting skills in the last month, because this was one hell of a situation to be tied up in. And, hell, no sense beating around the bush with her.

“Uh, it was a DUI.”

Her expression fell.

“Lance…”

He remembered his luggage, one hand reaching for it, the other gesturing at Lisa. “No, no. I, uh, I don’t want you to say anything. It was my fault.” 

She was still looking at him with a furrowed brow. Pity. Worry. Other emotions he wished he couldn’t see, couldn’t understand. “No one was hurt. Just me,” was tacked on quickly, almost too quickly.

She picked up the other luggage, and she squeezed his arm again, but pulled away quicker. “No, yeah, of course. You got lucky.”

There was ice in her words, and Lance could taste bile. His free hand went subconsciously into his hair, eyes back up at the sky, tracing the bumps and grooves of a healing, stitched wound, the sweat on his hands sliding against the sweat in his hair, and the infinity of blue began to break up and crack like a shattered windshield.

Lance closed his eyes.

He got lucky.

--

His first task was dishes, drying as Lisa washed, and the sound of a car honk outside and the ecstatic shouts of his niece and nephew almost made him screw it up. He sat the plate down on the counter, giving Lisa a wild look. She snorted.

“Luis is home.”

“Where’s he even been all day?”

“Hey, farm work is more than just staying on the farm.” She dried her hands, following the kids outside, and Lance could hear them chatter, hear his name be shouted in excitement by Sylvio. He shuffled along, tail between his legs; the nerves, the anxiety building back up again as he peered through the screen door. There was Luis, and a dog, and the door swung open. Lance stumbled back. The stranger just raised her brows.

“Oh. My bad.”

Lance peered down at her. She wore her hair pulled back under a baseball cap, eyes behind large, round glasses. She was dressed for work, dusty denim jeans and a loose tee covered in suspicious red stains, and in her arms was a crate full of mason jars labeled by fruit (and Lance’s suspicion of the stains dissipated). She looked around his age, maybe younger. Her amber-toned eyes eyed him curiously, and Lance wondered for a moment if she recognized him. They had television here in the middle of nowhere, didn’t they? She had to know who he was. Maybe she’s starstruck.

Her curiosity quickly turned to annoyance.

“Can you… please move?”

Right. He was blocking her path. Lance obliged.

“Sorry. Uh. Hey, I’m Lance.”

He followed her into the kitchen as she set the crate down, setting to unboxing the jars, reading the labels, organizing them by fruit on the counter. Lance watched her for a minute, listening to the sound of glass tinkle. He had about a thousand questions. Many revolving around the stranger in his uncle’s kitchen unboxing fruit preserves like her life depended on it.

“I’m Lance.” He said again, louder, hoping her silence was just because she didn’t hear him. “I’m, uh, Luis’s little brother.”

“Uh-huh.”

Silence. She picked up the now-emptied crate, turning around to face him. Nothing. No reaction, not even a little one. Lance blinked at her.

“Lance McClain.”

“Yeah. You’ve told me your name three times already.”

“I… I did.” He did. “And you are…?”

“Not staying.” She brushed past him, and Lance stared after her. No way. There was no way. He knew his brother was disconnected, but even Luis watched TV.

“Wait, you don’t… do you watch TV? Ever?”

She stopped, turning around, holding the crate against her hip as she gave him a bewildered stare. “You’re kind of a weirdo, Lance McClain.”

“You don’t know who I am.”

She shifted her footing.

“I do now. Why’s that matter? You’re special or something?”

“Yes. Wait, no.”

She raised a brow again, and maybe he was imagining the amused twinkle in her eyes. “O-kay. See ya around, Lance.”

Good brother manners told him to follow the girl back out, greet his uncle. But at the moment, Lance was having a reality check.

Out in the middle of farmer country and the first person he thought would recognize him… didn’t. Was this what a blessing was? Or maybe it was just a blow to his ego. Either way, it was devastating. He peered back out through the screen door, watching the stranger laugh and smile with his brother and Lisa, giving Sylvio and Nadia hugs. And he watched her whistle for the dog, and watched them disappear down the dirt road. He turned toe back towards the kitchen, grabbing the next plate they used for lunch and began to scrub it down, listening for the door to open, for anyone’s voice. It was a relief when the laughter finally carried itself through the foyer, through the kitchen, and Lance felt a calloused hand clap down on his neck.

“What, didn’t want to come say hi?” Luis pulled him into a half-hug, and Lance splashed dish water, a laugh escaping him.

“I wanted to finish these, man.”

“Dishes! I thought Mami was making up urban legends when she said you still knew how to do these.”

“Dickhead.”

Luis laughed, setting to drying Lance’s dishes, his eyes wandering to the jars stacked up neatly on the counter. “You met Katie, at least?”

“Was that the girl?”

“Isn’t she great? Smartest girl we know.” He gestured around the house. “Set up the wifi and TV and even fixed the truck last spring with her mechanic buddy. Complete wonder girl.”

“What the hell? She set up your cable and she apparently has no idea who I am.”

Luis slowed his motion with the dish towel, rolling his eyes. “You can’t be serious. You’ve barely been here a day and you have expectations.”

“It’d be like if you didn’t know who Leonardo DiCaprio was.”

“Leo is an international icon and you’re on a daytime drama. Perspective.”

Lance took a step back, eyes on the preserve jars. “It was just… weird.”

Luis glanced at him, smiling. “A good or bad weird?”

“Yes.”

“Hey, get used to it. Mami sent you over here because she knew you’d be out of the spotlight while this whole thing simmers down.”

He winced, involuntary, leaning back against the counter. Simmer down. That’s all this was, right? The press will stop seeking him out and some other celebrity will do something equally or more insane, and Lance and his car wrapped around a pole would be old news. Simmered down. Cooked and salted and chowed down and passed right through and the next meal comes along and the cycle repeats itself in a vicious self-sabotage.

It didn’t sit well with him, suddenly. A headache spiked where his skull had split opened and flowered, however many salted and simmered days ago. The bile came back.

“Yeah, when this all simmers down.” Lance said, a little too loud, and he faked a yawn. “Anyways, I’m beat. Jet lag and shit. When should I set my alarm?”

“I’ll cut you some slack. Seven A.M. sound good?”

“Good god, no.”

Luis threw him a well meaning smile. “Let me or Lisa know if you need anything, okay?”

“How about building a luxury pool and spa in the backyard?”

“Anything but that.”

They laughed together, shoving and shoulder-checking, and Luis followed Lance as far as the stairs, a grin on his face, a crinkle at the corners of his eyes.

“Make sure you stay knocked the hell out, because you’re going to need all the sleep you can get. You’re on farm time, now.”

Lance shuddered hard, overdramatic. “That’s scary shit, Lu. Love you. Goodnight.”

He bounded up the stairs a little too fast, sinking down into his four-post bed, onto a blanket of soil and stared up at a dark ceiling. The buzzing of cicadas was replaced by the chirps of crickets, and Lance squeezed his eyes shut, rolling onto his stomach. His fingers itched to check his phone, google himself, see if his co-stars were texting him; but he knew better. Now was not the time.

Simmer, simmer down, Lance.

The jet lag caught up to him, eventually, and he breathed in the scent of earth and sky.

[sheithfictioncatalogue]

Hey fellas, Love all your hardwork! I was wondering if you have any Sheith fic with Lotor involved as their close friend? Most of fic I read wrote him as the baddie and I really want him to be goodie this time haha

There’s a couple in our Keith and Lotor tag, plus these:

from the threshold of the year to come - Sol1056 @sol1056

60k. (Explicit).

A new prosthesis, a new job, a new team... Shiro might've found a place he belongs, where he can settle down and get his life together. Too bad that's exactly when he meets the one person who'll turn it all upside-down again.

"This is Dr Shirogane," Allura tells the gathered teams. "He teaches physics at the university."

Shiro can feel his ears getting hot. He's wearing jeans and biker boots, for christ's sake. It's his day off. At least she keeps the introduction simple. If she goes into a recitation of his speciality, he's ready to diffuse the confusion with a joke about studying rocket science. It's one of the only benefits after so many sleepless nights writing his dissertation.

series: Symbols of Peace - sagely_sea

ongoing, 2 works, 51k. (Teen). Contains: abo dynamics.

As the son of the new ambassador, Keith is sent to the capital city of Terra, Atlas. It’s his job to help ensure that the new peace treaty remains intact and that friendship between the two kingdoms grows.

On the surface, Keith is a half Galran, half human omega who spends his mornings training to be a fire mage and his afternoons indulging the Terran alpha princes, Shiro and Kuro. Friendships between the two kingdoms are growing and the plans for the large peace ball to celebrate the end of the war between Altea, Galra and Terra are well underway.

But everything isn't as it seems. One wrong move and the peace will shatter.

Diagnosis: Smitten - birdsandivory @birdsandivory

9k. (General).

And it’s when someone steps inside of the classroom and the door clicks shut that Shiro’s startled awake, staring at the leather-clad back of a man setting down a motorcycle helmet upon one of the kiddie tables, heavy boots a stark black against the off-white floor tiles. When the figure turns around to face him, he's stricken, because staring his way - sharp shouldered with everywhere hair, fingers bound in rider’s gloves - is a guy with the most breathtaking eyes he’s ever seen. They’re an impossible color, set beneath thick, pinched brows that leave him looking angrier than he probably is. And after they share a look, Shiro’s mouth parting as he gazes in awe, that expression softens - lips a tender, off-center smile.

He swears his heart skips a beat.

And as a doctor, he’d say that’s perfectly normal, but this time the diagnosis feels near life-threatening.

- Amaira & Kel

[keifire]

My favorite Klance fics

Sorry if my english isn’t that good in the explanations, but I hope you can find your new favorite Klance fic here!

I will update this list.

❤ The Two of Cups by RangoAteMyBaby 

| Ch. 20/20 | Harry Potter au | Slow burn | Pining Keith

This fic is soooo gooood I’m serious! I think it is my favorite, and I’m not even into Harry Potter!

❤ The Shattering of Altea by YouAreInAComaWakeUp

| Ch. 55/55 | MMORPG | Slow burn | Angst, action and mistery  

This fic is really good! Is not just typical MMORPG, it is really interesting and has a really good plot. And they are so cute! And the mistery!

❤ The Marks We Make by wittyy_name

| Ch. 12/12 | Soulmate au | Modern setting | Slow burn | Angst and fluff  

What they draw appear on their soulmate skin. This fic is just amazing. Really beautiful, just go read it.

❤ Shut Up and Dance With Me by wittyy_name

| Ch. 15/15 | Dance au | Slow burn | Enemies to friends to lovers | Modern setting

If you like to imagine Keith and Lance dancing, just go read it. It is really good, and that first kiss? Ugh, I love it.

❤ Shadow of the Past and Ghost of the Future by wittyy_name and Zizzani  

 | Ch. ongoing | Time travel | Mutual pining | Angst

One Lance goes to the future, the other goes to the past, and you can read the two versions of this in this two different fics. Keith and Lance are together in the future, but past Keith and Lance can’t know this. If you like pining, this fic is really good! 

❤ Let me Catch My Breath by Smiles4Voltron

| Ch. 32/32 | Fluff and angst | Slow burn | Trapped on a planet | Blind Lance

THIS IS A LOT OF FLUFF, and the planet is great. This fic has a continuation (Suffocation), and that part is a lot of angst, just so you know this before you start to read. Suffocation is like a fix it fic, and is really good too. Suffocation is ongoing.

❤ Hearts Don’t Break Around Here by klancekorner

| Ch. 13/13 | Childhood friends | Pining Keith | Fluff and angst | Modern setting

This fic is super sweet. It is great to read about when they were childs, and to see how well they know each other. Is just so cute.

❤ @k-baby​ by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot

| Ch. 6/7 | A lot of nsfw | Modern setting

This is basically nsfw, but it is super sweet and cute, too. Keith has a nsfw blog, and, well, Lance is a fan. They are so sweet, I swear.

❤ I’d Tap That by VulpesVulpes713

| Ch. 1/1 | Mutual pining | Fluff and angst

This is so cute. Lance and Keith talk to each other with Morse code.

❤ The Good Side of Bad Karma by klancekorner

| Ch. Ongoing | Modern setting | Enemies to friends to lovers | Famous Lance | Criminal Keith | Angst

If you like this kind of au, just try it, is really good!

❤ Ignorance is a Bliss by YouAreInAComaWakeUp

| Ch. 30/30 | Ghost au (Keith) | Fluff and angst | Slow burn

This fic was a ride, wow. It has a lot of angst, but fluff, and it is really good. Action and mistery!