#klance fic snippet

[catsushinyakajima]

Keith doesn’t place his helmet on the ground as much as he slams it. It bounces and rolls away out of sight, but his mind is elsewhere. He doesn’t even bother to wait for the ramp to descend; he jumps out of Red’s mouth the second she lands. Tremors wrack his joints but he doesn’t care. There’s something more important to focus on. Someone more important.

“Lance!”

Keith skids to a halt in front of Blue and bangs his fists on her hatch. “Let me in! Lance, let me—”

There’s muffled coughing from inside the lion. It’s minute, but it’s there. It makes Keith’s heart skip. He’s alive. He’s alive, he’s alive, he’s alive.

“Lance?” He croaks.

He can’t tell what picture will be painted once he breaches the cockpit. Whether it’ll be covered in shades of red or blue. Whether Lance will greet him with a weak wave and a tired hug, or he’ll be on the floor, limbs twisted in odd angles. The hit he took during the battle looked heavy, but there wasn’t much Keith could see past the blinding explosion. There was no telling how the impact rattled Lance. In that moment, when orange and white seared the inside of his eyelids and his heart plummeted to his stomach, Keith had been so sure Blue had been burst into pieces.

But now he stands outside the intact lion with its pilot still inside, still alive, but who knows for how lo—

“Lance, baby,” Keith croaks with his head against the metal door. It’s still battle-warm. “Won’t you let me in?”

There’s a slight whirring noise before the door slides open. Keith all but collapses inside. He searches wildly, eyes roving everywhere, looking for a body, a suit, tan skin, anything—

Lance is slumped over in the pilot’s chair. “Yahoo,” he mumbles, “Right here.”

“Lance,” Keith inhales a bated breath and rushes over to assess him.

He receives a half-hearted peace sign for his troubles. Lance’s fingers tremble. “Hey, good looking. You come here often?”

Still joking. That’s good. Keith pats his body down to assess for injuries. He meticulously starts removing armor when the bulky plating gets in the way.

“Woah, woah! At least three dates before the clothes come off, man. I’ll have you know that I’m a decent guy.”

“We’re literally dating, Lance.”

“Oh.” He dishes him a lopsided grin. “Well, in that case, proposition away.”

Keith ignores him. He’s concussed, that’s for sure. Who knows what other injuries are hiding? He wishes he had more light, but any more brightness would surely stab at Lance’s eyes. He continues to peel off pieces of armor and feel his limbs up and down. Keith only stops when he hears Lance wince.

He holds his forearm precariously. “Here? It hurts here?”

Lance nods. “Yeah it—I was holding the throttle lever when it, you know—fuck.” He grits his teeth and clenches his eyes shut.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t—I didn’t notice—I’m,” Lance takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be difficult.”

“You’re not difficult,” Keith rushes out quicker than he breathes, “Don’t be sorry. Ever.”

Lance lets out a watery laugh. “Ever?”

Keith nods solemnly.

“What if I do something evil? Like uh, get rid of all food that’s not goo? Or chuck your jacket out the airlock?”

“I might cry.”

“Fuck,” Lance hisses, “That’s worse. So much worse. Don’t uh—Keith, don’t do that.”

“Don’t cry?” Keith finds a gauze to wrap his bleeding arm in. Lance winces when he tightens it around the wound.

“Ah—yeah. You can’t cry. It’s illegal in ten states. And all of space.”

It takes all of Keith’s willpower not to burst into tears in that moment. He swears he’s not trying to be spiteful or petty, but the tightness in his throat suddenly has him in a chokehold. Everything catches up to him once he’s got Lance safe and secured in front of him. He’s here. Lance is here. He’s alive and he’s not hurt—not too badly—not skewered or impaled or crushed by anything, not unconscious or unresponsive. God, it could’ve been worse. So, so much worse. He could’ve, Lance might’ve—

“What?” Lance cries. “Did you have the waterworks ready on cue? What in the grammy-nominated actor is this? Are you—what are you—” He splutters. Despite all of it, Lance reaches forward with his uninjured arm to whisk the stray tears off his face.

“Guess I’m—” Keith hiccups. “Guess I’m an outlaw.”

With slow, stiff motions, Lance detaches himself from the seat and leans downwards to where Keith is kneeled. He winds his arms around Keith’s neck and fists his fingers into his hair.

“What are you doing? Your injury, it’s—”

“I’m obviously arresting you, genius. Hands behind my back.”

Keith sniffles but he still complies. “I thought it’s hands behind my back.”

“Nuh uh.” Lance shakes his head. “My lion, I make the rules.”

They stay like that, in their awkward embrace, until well after it becomes uncomfortable and Keith’s limbs get sore. They’re still drenched in their battle sweat and it’s a little gross, but he doesn’t want to let go. Lance’s heart beats against his, and what’s most important is that it beats. Keith feels it, feels the rise and fall of his chest, the little breaths against his neck, and the hair tickling his shoulder. He lets himself soak in it and he remains ever so grateful that it, this, can exist for even one more day.

if you liked this you might like my fics on ao3!

[existwound]

can you believe these guys still dance around each other at every reunion even years later???

[mothmanavenue]

Imagine Keith’s fucking surprise when he turns around, ready to throw hands with the idiot that had tossed a fucking can through his bedroom window, and instead comes face to face with the boy in the photographs that the McClains had set up on the table with the candle, a memorial for their dead son.

He opens his mouth.

“what the fu-”

“STOP THROWING OUT MY THINGS DUDE, COME ON, HAVE SOME FUCKING RESPECT,”

Keith considers that, maybe, Shiro was right, and the isolation was, in fact, fucking with his head.

Hm.

Whatever, this fucker just threw a can at him, and if his mama taught him one thing it’s to not take shit lying down.

“IF YOU DIDN’T WANT ME TO GET RID OF YOUR SHIT, WHY’D YOU HAVE SUCH BAD TASTE?”

Shit, he’s pretty sure you aren’t meant to indulge the delusion.

The boy, if possible, glares harder, form flickering in and out of existence as he raises his hands to his hips, nose scrunching and eyebrows furrowing.

Cute.

Ah fuck, wait, no-

“Bad. Taste?” the boy is seething now; Keith’s pretty sure if this was the looney tunes his head would’ve been steaming, “bad. Fucking. TASTE? I ONLY DIED LAST YEAR, AND ILL BET MY ROTTING BONES THAT UGLY MULLETS HAVEN’T MAGICALLY COME BACK INTO STYLE!”

Keith’s eye twitches. Oh this little shit was gonna fucking get it.

[soulreapin]

“Shut up, this is my story,” Lance barrels on forward, disrupting the quaint atmosphere with his louder-than-life storytelling, “I was on the tube and we were at the Marcy Avenue stop and I was like, a max of three people get on here, so I tune out again.”

“And…?” Hunk prompts, scooping ice into the cup. “Your storytime is running out, Lance, better get to it.”

“I saw the most beautiful person. Like, dark ass hair, he had this scar on his jawline, dressed in leather with his hair braided. I almost threw up.” Lance’s heart clenches just remembering him.

Hunk opens the small mini-fridge beneath the bar for two percent milk, “Did you go up to him?”

“No!” Lance wails, dropping his head onto his arms, “I was going to go up to him after we got off the train since I was sure we both got off at Washington Square but when I got off the train and onto the street he was gone. I even checked the train again! Just to make sure he left!”

“Maybe he moved cars,” Hunk suggests, putting the milk away, “To get away from a freak in jorts who keeps staring at him.”

[sleepycheesecakeowo]

What a great sight to behold first thing in the morning

Lance throws his keys into the bowl in the entryway as he steps inside, and shucks off his shoes, in his usual messy way that Keith will complain about later.

"Babe, I'm home!" He calls out as he shrugs off his coat.

There's no answer as he walks to the kitchen to put away the groceries, and he can't even hear Keith puttering around upstairs either. That's unusual, he's usually home by the time Lance gets back from his last class, especially when he does a quick grocery run after he's finished.

"Keith?" He asks, walking into the living room to look for him.

He smiles when he spots his boyfriend passed out on the couch, his right hand hanging off the edge, fingers buried in Kosmo's fur, who's snoring like a tractor engine at the foot of the couch. Keith's face is smushed against the pillows, his bun messy at the top of his head, the shorter strands that escaped from it hanging into his eyes and snaking down his neck.

He looks so much younger like this, with the frown lines on his forehead smoothed out in his sleep. Lance sits down on the arm of the couch, and just watches him.

It's a rare sight, Keith sleeping, to him -- usually Keith is the one to fall asleep later and wake up first. He can take in the calm expression on his face, the crinkles in the corner of his eye from all the smiling still visible. His smiles are less rare, nowadays, but no less radiant and it still has the same devastating effect on Lance as it did when they were younger.

He gently brushes away the strand of hair that fell into his eye, careful not to wake him. As much as he used to tease Keith about his hair, he grow fond of the long haired look on him, loves running his hands through the silky locks, washing it for Keith because he knows no matter how much he'd harped on him about it, Keith wouldn't take proper care of it -- at least like this, it works in both of their favors, but mostly Lance's. He loves playing with it as they cuddle on the couch, watching a show or a movie on the TV during lazy nights in. Loves burying his fingers in it as he kisses Keith, as Keith takes him apart from the inside out.

He traces the purple mark on his cheek with a featherlight touch, a reminder both of his heritage and the fight with the clone of Shiro. He used to catch Keith staring at it with a frown, touching it with hesitant hands, his eyes sad. Lance did his best to soothe the pain of the memory associated with it, tracing and kissing it with all his affection.

He gets up from the arm of the couch, and steps away to pull a blanket over him, letting him sleep a little longer. His last mission has been exhausting, and even after two days back home the purple bags under his eyes barely lessened. He leans down to press a kiss to the small mole at his hairline, and he ruffles the fur between Kosmo's ears before walking back to the kitchen to put away the groceries.

Not even five minutes later, as he's putting the things into the cupboard over the counter, he hears the shuffling of socked feet on the kitchen tiles. Before he knows it, he's swallowed from the back by a blanket, Keith's arms trapping his against his torso. He feels Keith bury his face in his back, leaning his weight against Lance. A Keith still half asleep is a clingy Keith, and Lance will enjoy every moment of it.

"Hi there, sleepyhead."

"You're late," Keith mumbles into his shirt, his hold tightening on him.

Lance chuckles, and turns around to face his boyfriend. "I had to get some groceries."

"Fuck the groceries."

"You wouldn't have had enough of that sugary abomination you call breakfast for tomorrow if I hadn't gone."

Keith frowns at him. "Okay, first of all, strawberry pop tarts aren't abominations. Second, I could've eaten something else."

"And you would've been grumpy all morning because you didn't get your sugar shock first thing in the morning," Lance says, pressing a quick kiss on the tip of Keith's nose.

Keith scrunches his nose, as he always does when Lance does this, and he's so cute like this, Lance can't help but kiss him properly.

[apprentice-s]

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[bluemantics]

Lance stared up at the painting, expression neutral. His earbuds played an upbeat pop tune, something with mindless lyrics he was barely paying attention to. He’d originally come to this museum for a project with Hunk. However, in all his rush to jot down notes for school, something about this painting captivated him and stopped him in his tracks.

A lone soldier was standing atop a hill, surveying his lands. His armor was shiny grey, highlights bright white against raven hair. It was so picturesque that the paint strokes were invisible. Lance couldn’t tear his eyes away; he knew the painting was entitled “Strength Beyond Years,” but to him it just seemed… sad. Longing, even. The soldier’s eyes were tilted down, his face mostly in shadow. No one else was even visible in the frame. Lance felt something ache within him.

Enraptured, he took a step closer.

His eyes were purple, an interesting choice, a color of royalty. The knight's face had only a single scar from battle. Without thinking, Lance put his hand up to the canvas. His fingertip gently brushed it. There was the faint sound of a guard demanding he stop, and before he could react,

the

world

melted

away.

Lance opened his eyes, and all he saw was purple, backlit by the sun. An outstretched sword gleamed. He held up a hand to shield him from the harsh rays, and his breath stuttered in his chest at the sight of familiar dark hair bracketing a cautious glare, only bearing a single scar.

“Who are you?”

Lance pulled out his earbuds and looked up to the light.

A/N: this is a concept i have had for awhile for a fantasy epic style klance fic!! unsure if i will continue still but i adore this idea. might also post a snippet from Keith's POV, which i wrote awhile back as well.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 22

welcome to the twenty-second fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. you’re the one that never lets me roam by @littendeservesbetter

If any of his teammates were insulted—if Allura’s leadership was doubted, if Hunk was called too soft, if Pidge was underestimated, if Keith was attacked for his Galran heritage—Lance would defend them in a heartbeat. He knows his team and he loves his second family. He’d defend them to the universe and back.

So why wouldn’t they do the same for him?

-

season 7 episode 4: Lance's thoughts after the game show.

this fic is genuinely one of my favourite handlings of that piece of shit episode ever fr. its klance BUT also not a half-assed apology!! im not articulating this right but my point is that this is handled so well and god bless my fellow lance stans

2. xo by @thespacenico

keith confesses to lance hoping that the expected rejection will help him move on ASAP. it doesn't quite go according to plan.

darcy does not miss!! seriously her fics always make me smile. my two favourite parts of this fic were  that a) when lance didn’t know who keith liked he assumed immediately and wholeheartedly it was hunk. that’s golden right there and b) shiro is a DRAMA LOVING BITCH

3. for you only by @paprbee

"Be mine," Keith mumbles, pleas, against Lance's lips, unwilling to pull away. "Yes," Lance whispers, smiling as Keith brushes their lips together again, pressing up and forward to kiss Keith properly. "You too... be mine, too." "I am," Keith tells him when they break apart reluctantly, their foreheads pressed together, tip of their noses touching, Keith's arms squeezing Lance gently in their hold around his waist and lower back. "I'm yours."

okay i cannot describe how much this fic makes me lose my mind in my own words i literally have to give you guys a snippet of the fic that made me actually cry real tears and struggle to breathe:

"Baby," Keith says softly and it sends a thrill through Lance, hearing pet names from Keith is so rare he always melts when he does hear them, specially when they're whispered against his lips this way. He presses a soft chaste kiss into Lance again before he continues to mutter softly. "My baby, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you."

its just. the devotion. the repetition. it always fucking gets me. from keith especially, bc hes such a devoted guy!! he is loyal to a goddamn fault and beyond like!!! thats how he loves!! with his whole heart his whole body his whole soul his own being!! he loves and loves and loves!!!

4. i’ll be your romeo by @jilliancares

In a world where Soul Marks show up only after your soulmate has fallen in love with you, it's rare for them to appear when you're not already in a relationship. It's even rarer for them to show up when you're standing on a chair in your favorite coffee shop, screeching at the sight of a spider. Lance becomes well-acquainted with this brand of "rare", and he gets the cute barista, Keith, to help him with the search for his soulmate.

first of all soulmate aus my beloved. second of all jillian fics my beloved. third of all this fic is SO dorky and i love it!! i was hooked by the first scene bc it was just so funny. the way keith falls for lance...hes such a goober i love him

5. finally, you’re mine by @nezueye

“I need you to do me a favor.”

“Okay. Anything,” Keith says easily.

[...]

“Okay so, I just need-“ Lance sighs. He pushes his hands through his hair and braces himself. “I need you to break my heart. Once and for all.”

Keith chokes on his next words. “Excuse me?”

“Break my heart.”

- or -

Does Lance finally get the guy?

this is another devotion fic bc i am fully and completely obsessed with them. i made a seperate rec for this fic a couple months ago bc it truly made my breath stop like i could not process. there were three scenes in particular that made me gasp out loud and make my heart pound. just the easy way they love each other...sobbing

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[the-fandom-phantom]

official my favorite text post of all time

Fic Snippet

It was no secret Lance had been looking.

He’d been looking since he was twelve, and a streak of pitch-black had brushed past him and Hunk in the Garrison Auditorium. He had watched as the unknown boy made his way across the room looking disgruntled, stared until Hunk managed to snap him out of it. He watched in awe as Keith cleared the simulator for the first time, stars swimming in his vision.

He’d been looking till he was fifteen and seething with jealousy, glaring angrily as he watched Keith clear the simulator every time, then harshly snipe down his classmates’ every attempt at befriending him, borderline rude in his responses. He watched his shoulders begin to fill out his uniform. He watched the infuriatingly smug, lopsided smirk Keith shot his way every now and then.

He’d been looking since he was seventeen, just under the threshold of a legal adult, with the both of them now soldiers in a thousand-year-old Space war. He watched as Keith barrelled through enemies thrice his size with nothing but sheer stubbornness and determination. He watched as Keith’s eyes flickered yellow when he was emotional, his teeth suddenly becoming sharp.

Lance is nineteen now and he’s still looking; the only difference is that now, he’s allowed to touch, too.

He’s allowed to take Keith’s hand while walking through the hallways and kiss his cheek as good luck before battle, and shove him playfully when he’s being annoying.

And making out? Well... Technically, he’s allowed that too.

“Woah, woah, woah, time out,” Lance says, sitting up on the edge of his bed and forming a T with his hands. “We’re getting dangerously close to ‘My Catholic mother would not approve of this’ territory.”

“Why?” Keith snorts, standing near the foot. “Because we’re both men?”

“Because we’re making out in a bed and we’re not married, duh!” Lance corrects, smacking him on the shoulder.

“I mean, there’s an easy fix, right?” Keith smirks as he moves to lay down beside a blushing Lance.

“I mean, I dunno,” he hums and taps his chin inquisitively, deciding to humour him. “Do they sell wedding rings in Space?”

“Maybe. There should probably be some at the Space Mall.”

“That is where we found Kaltenecker.”

“Yeah. If they have a cow, they should probably have some diamonds, right?”

“And if not, we could always ask Allura and Coran about Altean wedding traditions.”

“Yeah,” Keith sits up on the bed and makes a show of yawning, lifting his arms in a stretch. “Anyway, G’night, Lance.” He pushes off the bed and heads for the door.

“Wait, wait, where are you going?!” Lance cries, sitting up frantically.

“Back to my room.” The other boy says like it’s the obvious conclusion. His finger hovers over the doorpad.

“Aren’t we going tooo-?” Lance gestures wildly at the empty bed beside him.

“‘Aren’t we going tooo-?’ what?” Keith asks, just a few degrees off from genuine confusion, that bastard.

“Weren’t we just about to make out?!” Lance practically yells, then bites his tongue when he remembers the other Paladins are all probably sleeping.

Keith is unable to fight back his laughter as he says, “I dunno if we should. We’re not married, remember.”

“Oh, fuck off!” Lance yells and Keith fully breaks, laughing his head off as he leaps into the covers beside Lance with all the finesse of an Olympic swimmer.

[insidemjshead]

TTS — Klance Soulmate AU

[ a snippet from chapter 2 of my klance fic (TW: alcohol, anxiety, throwing up) ]

———————————————

The tug grew stronger, but it was subtle, almost unnoticeable at first. Lance could feel his heart beat faster, his palms growing a little damp. He took another step back from the bar, trying to focus on something else—anything else. He tried to breathe, tried to talk to Hunk, but every time he looked up, his eyes were drawn back to Keith. It wasn’t anything obvious. It wasn’t like Keith had done anything to stand out. It was just… a presence. Something that Lance couldn’t quite place.

He blinked a few times, shaking his head as if to clear it. “Alright, alright,” he muttered to himself. “Just the alcohol.”

But the weird sensation didn’t go away. It only seemed to intensify the more he tried to ignore it. His stomach started to churn, and his head spun, faster than before. He needed to get out of there. The walls of the club felt like they were closing in, and the crowd’s energy became a dull hum in his ears.

“Hey, Lance, you good?” Hunk’s voice cut through the fog of his thoughts, and Lance realized he had been staring at the bar without saying anything for a few seconds too long.

Lance blinked rapidly, focusing on Hunk’s concerned face. “Yeah. Yeah, just need some air. I’m fine. It’s just the drinks. Probably just a little too much.”

Hunk nodded, but his expression was skeptical. “Alright, man. If you say so.”

Lance didn’t wait for another second. His legs felt unsteady beneath him as he stumbled toward the door, his chest tight, the sensation growing stronger with each step. The club, the noise, the flashing lights—they were all becoming too much. He needed fresh air, needed to clear his head. He pushed open the door and made a beeline for the sidewalk, stumbling out into the cool night.

Once outside, he leaned heavily against the building, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The pull was still there, still twisting in his chest, but now it felt more intense, more real. He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears, but it wasn’t just the alcohol anymore. There was something else. Something that didn’t feel right.

His stomach turned, and before he knew it, he was bent over the side of the building, the contents of his stomach spilling out onto the ground.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” he whispered, still trembling slightly as he wiped his mouth. The weird tug didn’t stop, didn’t let up, but now it felt more like a question—like something he was meant to follow. The question echoed in his mind, but he couldn’t make sense of it.

It was then that he realized. The tug, the dizziness, the tightness in his chest—it had all started when Keith had entered the club. The realization hit him like a wave, but he couldn’t bring himself to focus on it. Not yet.

Lance straightened up slowly, still feeling the pull, but now, he was beginning to wonder if it wasn’t just the alcohol after all.

[catsushinyakajima]

 wip wednesday or smth...its wednesday SOMEWHERE okay

There’s a bunch of static. It gives Lance a moment to breathe. He lets out all the air in his body, and when he inhales, there’s guilt in his lungs. It’s a rapid flush that knocks the wind out of him and has him sinking down to the floor. It’s not a conscious decision to sit on the ground but he finds himself there anyway, with his back against the wall and his knees cramped uncomfortably towards his chest. It’s such a violent urge to hang up that Lance has to place his phone on the floor. He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t get why he’s being like this. There’s nothing—there’s nothing wrong. He’s eating pasta and watching TV and talking to his boyfriend. It’s, in all theory, the perfect night.

@bluemantics cuz she's the reason ive started posting snippets LUV YOUUUUUUU also tagging @robylovi cuz im dming u rn lolll LUV U TOOO

[astralscrivener]

✨ fic directory ✨

i’ve created a post to keep all of my fics in one place. all fics can be found on ao3. (last updated may 4th, 2024)

major ongoing works

STEALING OUR OWN PLACE IN THE SUN

- voltron: legendary defender: a rewrite of vld seasons 4-8. - team focus, broganes, klance, adashi, romellura - rated M, graphic depictions of violence + other warnings in author notes - 22/45 chapters, 251k words (december 25th, 2022) - last posted: chapter 22: season 7, episode 3: elliptical orbit

AT SKYFALL

- voltron: legendary defender: canon-divergent au in which keith and shiro are captured by the galra at a coalition gala. things become more complicated when the team’s search for shiro turns up someone else: adam, shiro’s fiancé.  - broganes, klance, adashi - rated M, graphic depictions of violence + other warnings in author notes - 8/? chapters, 25k words (september 2nd, 2023) - last posted: chapter 8: division and discord

ABCS OF KLANCE

- voltron: legendary defender: oneshots, one prompt for each letter of the alphabet, focused on keith and lance’s relationship - variety of aus, some overlap with squad up (2017-19 modern au), mostly established relationship klance - 18 works, 87k words (may 4th, 2024) - a: artistry • b: brutality • c: comfort • d: defeat • e: elegance • f: faithfulness • g: grief • h: homelessness • i: information • j: jealousy • k: knell • l: loyalty • m: mercy • n: need • o: opportunity • p: pain • q: quest • r: rumor • s: sleep • t: trust • u: uncertainty • v: victory • w: worry • x: xenon • y: yearning • z: zero - last posted: lightning in a bottle (y: yearning)

other ongoing works

THESE 20S ARE RAWRING AND THESE DUNGEONS ARE DRAGONING

- voltron: legendary defender: modern au + d&d series started in 2020 as a stress response to quarantine - team focus, klance, adashi, romellua, hunay

• main work: the rawring 20s XD - chatfic that only updates if i think it will be funny - rated M, no archive warnings apply + other warnings in author notes - 5/5 chapters, 17k words - last posted: chapter 5: there is no easter bunny, there is no tooth fairy, (september 8th, 2022)

- other works include klance-centric oneshots + snippets of the group’s ongoing d&d campaign - 5 works, 37k words - last posted: midnight into morning coffee (february 7th, 2024)

VLD FIC REQUESTS

- voltron: legendary defender: oneshots across a variety of aus written in response to prompts from friends and followers - variety of ships, but mainly klance and adashi - some overlap with squad up  - 15 works, 92k words (july 8th, 2023) - last posted: distraction

major completed works

DECEIT SO NATURAL

- voltron: legendary defender: canon-divergent trilogy in which lance and keith fool their way behind enemy lines and onto lotor’s ship to steal vital information on the galra empire—only for lotor to become far more dangerous than anyone anticipated. - mainly klance, extremely one-sided lancelot - written before gay shiro reveal + age discourse, contains side shallura - 3 works, 315k words - completed june 15th, 2018

• WHERE PEOPLE GO TO DIE - lotor mistakenly believes that lance is a galra soldier spying on the paladins, and invites him to return home. keith follows him undercover as a prisoner, and quickly draws lotor’s ire as things spiral rapidly out of control. - rated M, graphic depictions of violence - 14/14 chapters, 49k words - completed july 9th, 2017

• DYNASTY DECAPITATED - lotor becomes vindictive after having been played for a fool by team voltron, and the team struggles to hold the voltron alliance together while fending off his rapid advances. meanwhile, keith and lance explore a new stage of their relationship and learn exactly what the other means to them. - rated M, graphic depictions of violence - 18/18 chapters, 67k words - completed august 7th, 2017

• STARS GO DOWN - lotor has captured lance and sentenced keith to death halfway across the universe. lance struggles to hold onto himself as he plays the role of an amnesiac, while keith attempts to fight his way back to the team, alone. meanwhile, the team, down two lions and two paladins, scrambles to bring keith and lance home amidst betrayals and tumult in the voltron alliance. - rated M, graphic depictions of violence, temporary major character death + other warnings in author notes - 37/37 chapters, 198k words - completed june 15th, 2018

SQUAD UP

- voltron: legendary defender: modern au written from 2017-19 to cope with the horrors of being in high school and the transition into college - written before gay shiro reveal + age discourse, contains side shallura and shiro/allura/matt - 25 works, 561k words - completed may 10th, 2019

• main work: squad up - chatfic chronicling the gang’s last year of high school - rated M, no archive warnings apply + other warnings in author note - 140/140 chapters, 327k words - completed june 15th, 2018

• main work: a midsummer night’s meme - chatfic chronicling the gang’s last summer before college - rated M, no archive warnings apply + other warnings in author note - 27/27 chapters, 79k words - completed august 31st, 2018

• main work: because guys like us are cool in college - series of oneshots/snippets following keith and lance’s freshman year of college - rated M, no archive warnings apply + other warnings in author note - 84/84 chapters, 83k words - completed may 10th, 2019

LIGHT UP THE PATH (THROUGH A SKY FULL OF STARS)

- voltron: legendary defender: 28 oneshots completed for klance au month february 2019. - klance - variety of aus, including but not limited to modern au, canon-divergent/other paladinsverse, fantasy au, and more - rated M, creator chose not to use archive warnings + other warnings in author note - 28/28 chapters, 49k words - completed february 28th, 2019

additional oneshots not mentioned here can be found on archive of our own ✨ other writing (including drabbles, snippets, and prompts from tumblr ask games) can be found in my writing tag ✨

happy reading!

[soulreapin]

The door swings open and a warm golden light bleeds out. Keith and a black, furry mass exit, and the figure of a taller, buff man stands in the doorway. They go back and forth for a minute until the door shuts and Keith comes down the front walk, opening the side door and letting Kosmo into the backseat, saying, “Careful, booger, don’t climb all over ‘im.”

Kosmo doesn’t necessarily heed this warning, because as soon as all four paws are in the car, Kosmo is nosing at his shoulder and pawing at his side and licking his ear. Keith tries his best to reign in the wild dog, but Lance just laughs jovially and buries his hands into his fur, scratching behind his ears and telling him nonsense about how handsome he is and how good of a boy he is.

“I’d say he’s not usually like that,” Keith opens the driver’s side door and slides into the seat, “But he’s a sociable creature.”

“Polar opposites attract, don’t they bud? Oh, yes they do, oh you’re so cuuuttee, you’re so much nicer than your dad,” Lance babbles to Kosmo, who woofs happily and knocks heads with Lance.

Keith pulls the car into drive, “Damn traitor dog. You’re sleeping on the floor tonight.”

“So, we’ve got your dog,” Kosmos woofs again, “What now?”

[lolabearwrites]

I've been working on a Klance long fic for the last couple weeks (current word count: 12k words) and I'm pretty sure I'm going to wait before it's finished-or at least mostly finished-before I post it, but here is a little snippet of it

⚠️Content Warning: Mpreg (i.e both Galran sexs can carry children)

And by tomorrow night, he was right back where he was. The toilet.  So came his second conclusion. With trembling hands he downed a glass of water and he pulled out a device he kept hidden away. After urinating, he placed it atop the counter and walked away, back into his room. It was stupid. He was stupid. Getting all worked up over nothing, because that’s what this is: nothing. If anything it’s a lesson learned not to waste products on something as childish as a fear.  Keith walked back into the bathroom and picked up the stick. Positive He put it down. Then he looked back at it again. Positive He waited. He wasn’t sure what for, but he waited. Until he slowly slid down against the bathroom door. He was-it-he- Keith took one more look, just in case. Positive  He bowed his head into the palms of his hands. How could this have happened? They were careful-always. This shouldn’t have happened. They haven’t even talked about- And God-Lance. Lance he- Keith bit his lip when it started to wobble. He tipped his head back and swallowed against the lump in his throat. He didn’t even know where to begin. This is all wrong-just all wrong. What was he going to do? Keith gnawed on his lip while he mulled over an idea. Before he brought up his wrist to his face which held a watch, he pressed a few buttons on the hologram that appeared in front of him, trying to contact his mother. He didn’t even know what galaxy she was in right now, but if there was one person he needed right now… With every second more Krolia didn’t pick up, he could feel a sinking feeling start to consume him. Finally, he pressed cancel.  Fuck, what was the purpose of even having a mom again if she can’t even be here for him? Why can’t she-why does any of this have to- Keith choked back a sob.

[klance-headcanons-official]

Yup... Here they are everybody.... Two people trusted to save the entire known universe...

(it's a snippet from chapter 1 of the Klance Fic. Enjoy your snack, little ones)

     I feel a ball of paper hit the back of my head, “Are you gonna keep moping around or are you actually going to come train with me like you said you would?”

     And just like that, my thoughts are interrupted, and I have concluded that Keith is officially the most annoying person in the entire universe. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, just give me a minute.”

[bookwyrm-art-stuff]

WIP Folder Game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have WIPs. People can send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet/preview or tell them something about it!

Tagged (sort of) by @sanflower0w0

I have like... very few WIPs, and almost all of them are abandoned original stories, but yk what this sounds fun. You're getting what they're titled in my google docs so I apologize in advance.

Unnamed

I swear I'll title this

Klance fic I'm apparently writing

Silvrii

Jax and Kieran

Lonnie and Dahlia

I have no clue who's already doing this so anybody who has any stories ever, feel free to do this. If I can tell the internet about five original stories so can you.