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duckthewarshippable · 1 month
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Hello Tumblr I am looking for a Klance fanfic I read like a year ago, it was on AO3, it was an Au where they were friends with benefits and post war AU. I remember they get married halfway through. Also I'm pretty sure all of the sex is implied. I know in one chapter they have sex in a bathtub. There's also a part where they are renovating a beach house and there's a thing about how shitty earth beer is. It was super wholesome.
I remember really liking it and would honestly be super jazzed if y'all could help me out
UPDATE: IT GOT FOUND
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22216504/chapters/53045212
Thank you to @msmadamemim for finding it, you rock so much!!
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froopa-coopa · 6 months
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fixing keiths hoverbike
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leenfiend · 25 days
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everyone saying lance is son of poseidon, son of aphrodite, son of appollo.... i hate to say it but you're all wrong. the answer has been right in front of us all along.
Lance is a son of Hermes and I will stand my ground firmly on this one. He's drowned out by his big family, never really the Most Important or The Most Interesting in any team, he's self conscious about not having a Thing, that's like, his whole character arc (assuming vld actually continued his character arc hehe). Kids of Hermes are quick-witted, funny, charming, jack of all trades types. Those (IN MY OPINION) are the defining traits for Lance. PLUSSS like I said, his whole character arc is being the guy who is just kind of good at everything but not GREAT (which obviously is also his greatest strength), he's worried about being forgettable and useless. There's literally no way he could be a child of the big three and still have that self conciousness that is so core to his character. He'd have no need to show off and prove he's cool and important because being a kid of the big three means you're the Main Character by default.
Anywayyy thanks for reading my essay I love thinking about Lance <3
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mothmanavenue · 8 months
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love language: talking shit with ur husband in a crowded room
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binart · 1 year
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DTOK page 27! (First) (Previous) (Next)
keith's doing everything he can think of to prevent the outcome of his future....
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heynhay · 10 months
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*fnaf kids cheering noise*
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autisticlancemcclain · 7 months
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It’s a stupid thing to be hurt about. Lance knows it is. He knows absolutely firsthand, now, how much worse things can be; hell, he has been through objectively worse! Several times! He was blown up! It gave him brain damage!
His eyes burn, anyway, and the lump in his throat is impossible to choke down.
“It doesn’t fucking matter,” he mutters harshly to himself, voice hoarse. “It doesn’t — it’s not serious. Chill out.”
He’s been repeating the same mantra to himself on and off all day. Longer than that, really.
But this time it doesn’t work. He knows why, but he thought he was — he’s supposed to be okay with this. He’s an adult. He’s eighteen years old! It all feels so — stupid and juvenile, and he’s not stupid and juvenile, and it’s not even anyone’s fault and there’s no fucking reason to be mad, except that he’s four goddamn years old, apparently, and can’t fucking handle a situation without crying like a stupid fucking toddler.
It’s just that he —
He clenches the quilt tightly in his hands, squeezing his eyes shut.
He’s been working on this for over a year.
They don’t have a ton of free time, as paladins. They’re constantly on missions or training or planning or spending hours in the healing pod as a result of the missions and training and planning. There’s always a million things to do. But there are moments, here in there, when at least one hand is free, when there’s time to wind down, have some time to yourself.
Lance has been using his rare pockets of time to collect scraps of fabric, from worn curtains to torn flight suits to beautiful decorative things gifted on diplomatic missions. It was something he did with his Abuela at home, from when he was barely big enough to see the sewing machine from her lap, and the sound of the piercing needle and weaving thread is a comfort, now, something familiar he can do with his hands, something to remind him why he’s on this haunted castle in the dead of space, billions of lightyears away from home.
He’s proud of it. It’s by no means the first quilt he’s ever made and it shows in the straight lines of the stitching, the swirling patterns of the patches. It was a calming process but a difficult one, too, and he’s poured his heart and soul into it, seeing together the reds and blues and greens and yellows and blacks to make something solid of their frantic time in space. He’s been too excited to keep it to himself, even, mentioning it here and there, bringing it up during conversation at dinner.
He hadn’t expected everyone to drop what they were doing and write a fucking poem about it, obviously, but he had — he thought there’d be something. Anything. When he draped it pointedly over his lap during movie night, tracing the stitches with his pointer finger, he’d expected someone to say, woah, cool, you make that yourself? You were telling us about it!
His face burns hot with shame, and he swipes angrily under his eyes. How fucking arrogant. It’s just a — it’s a fucking blanket made of worn scraps. They’re fighting a war. He can’t believe he expected a fucking — fluffing of his ego, or whatever. It’s embarrassing. It’s a child whining for their mother to watch them do half a cartwheel.
He balls up the fabric, resisting the urge to rip it to shreds, and stomps down the hallway, blowing past a bewildered Keith. He nearly slams right into the wall as he rounds the corner, staggering to the side at the last minute, yanking open the hatch of the garbage chute and stuffing the quilt in.
“Fucking — come on.” The stupid fucking quilt is too bulky. He slams both palms flat against the bunched fabric and shoves, but his arms shake, and the harder he presses the more frustrated tears well up and steam down his face, and the weaker his arms gets. “Go — in!”
He rears his fist back and slams it into the ball of fabric as hard as he can, but the stupid thing stays jammed. With a shout of frustration he kicks the side of chute, hard, but all that does is damn near break his toe, so he pounds the quilt with his fists again and again and again and —
“Fuck off!” he screams, kicking the stupid chute one more time before giving up and slamming the lid back down on it. It doesn’t do anything but make the whole thing look a thousand times more pathetic; his stupid childish quilt stuffed in a garbage chute where it belongs but refusing to slide down like the ugly eyesore it is. The sobs that he’d been choking down since the beginning of that stupid fucking movie tear their way out of him and there’s not a goddamn thing he can do to stop them, so he turns and flees, leaves the ugly thing behind him, sprinting all the way to his room, furiously wiping his eyes. He throws himself on his bed at full speed and nearly cracks his head on the wall when he bounces on the mattress. He snatches the nearest pillow and hugs it to his chest, shoving his face so deeply into the down that he can hardly breathe, sobbing so hard he has to choke down vomit.
He’s a fucking idiot. A fool. A goddamn child.
He cries until he passes out.
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rottenseaweed · 1 year
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it is
the umbrella trope
saw some other creators doing it and thought I’d join in :3
(it’s in high quality so it can be used as wallpaper with no issues)
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astralscrivener · 3 months
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keith knows he and lance will eventually get married and he has been fantasizing about and planning for their future together for years now but every time lance mentions their future together so casually it makes keith melt
it's one thing to fantasize on his own but another thing entirely to have lance say it. to have lance confirm he's been thinking about it too. that keith's on his mind just as much as he's on keith's
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jemaherin · 4 months
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One day… I’m going to fly with them
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palalances · 2 years
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Sleepy (timeskip) Lance 💤
Happy Julance!!
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duckthewarshippable · 8 months
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Baby Blues
Part 1
Keith and Lance have gotten the sudden news of a baby available for their adoption. All the excitement of starting a new family has began to turn into an anxiety for Keith.
A/N: I really like writing soft, cute family stuff like this, it just brings my heart so much joy. This is entirely a fluff fic written for funsies please don’t be gross. Enjoy!!
Keith’s heart was hammering, He couldn’t calm down. The stress and anxiety he felt couldn’t be calmed. He bit down on his hand, nearly chipping his teeth on the blue wedding band that sat there. The events of the last night were swimming in his head.
They had been sitting at the kitchen table when the phone rang, a baby was available for adoption. The news had made Lance drop the mug he was holding out of excitement. Keith had all but jumped into his arms as they spun around, carefully avoiding the broken mug on the floor, full of joy at the knowledge that they would soon be a family. Just as soon as they had the mug shards cleaned and were in their good clothes the two of them hopped in the car and began to drive three states over. All the joy had began to swirl into pure dread.
His husband reached out a hand to his. Turning to look at him with those calm blue eyes he knew so well. “It’s okay to be nervous.” Lance whispered. Keith looked down. “I know- I just” He stopped himself for a second out of fear of crying “I just don’t want to mess it all up”
He felt Lance’s hand caress his face “We’re not going to, You’re not going to”
Keith did all he could to hold back tears, “What if I’m just like my mom—”
“Badass and hot? You already got that down pat.”
“No- what. Lance gross. I mean jumping ship when things get tough and leaving you and the child alone.”
“Babe, these feelings are valid. But may I remind you, your mom didn’t leave you because things got though or stressful. She left to protect you. She did the hardest thing imaginable out of love. She was able to come back into your life wasn’t she? Give Kerolia a little credit” Lance started
Keith ducked down further “I know but- what if that urge strikes me?”
Lance leaned into kiss Keith gently, “Well, you are not your mother. You’re Keith Kogane, a man who saved the universe. You can handle being a father. I believe in you. You’re one of the most competent men I know.”
Keith blushed, the flattery was nice. Although he still was super skeptical.
Lance continued “Plus you’re literally amazing with my sister’s kids. Like c’mon Silvio basically warships you and you didn’t even have to TRY. So please give yourself a little credit and believe that you might be good at this. For me?”
Keith nestled his neck into Lance’s shoulder. “How are you so calm about this.” He asked “This is probably one of the biggest things that can ever happen to us.”
Lance sighed and smoothed over Keith’s hair.
“I’m not. I’m terrified to tell you the truth. But there’s two of us and we’ll try our very best.” He smiled “Do you think we’re going to be any good at this?”
Keith leaned in closer. “I have no idea” he sighed “but we’ll figure it out.”
“That’s the man I married” Lance said with a contented smile, he gave Keith a kiss on the forehead “Now let’s go, we’re already late.”
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justaz · 3 months
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lance as the blue paladin (former or current, doesnt matter) being a black widow. lance swallowing/killing his pride and letting himself be seen as nothing more than a flirt, an airhead, a blonde bimbo. lance being the teams secret weapon during meetings with planets to get them to join the coalition. lance sniffing out the right guard or advisor or royal that knows everything, getting them wasted and flirting for hours to get them to spill all the dirty secrets. lance being able to alert the team ahead of time if a planet is truly interested in joining the coalition or if they have an agreement with the empire and they lured voltron there as a trap.
lance swallowing/killing his pride and letting himself be seen as weak and stupid. lance playing up the airhead persona so their enemies don’t view him as a threat, them taking out the rest of the team first in their order of who would pose more of a threat to them and them always leaving lance for last bc they underestimate him. lance annihilating their enemies bc he actually is smart and strong and capable.
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treesbian · 5 months
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there were many a valid criticism back in the day about non-latinos making lance say stuff like "¡dios mío!' in their vld fanfictions bc that is typically something only older people say. and most people who did this were not willing to put in more research than that into cuban or even just generally latino culture. however. and hear me out. i think it can work. if we are on purpose making him talk like an old person. i am saying if you're gonna have him go "¡dios mío!" or whatever you should also have him go "oh my word" "oh my stars" "what the devil" "dagnabbit" and other such phrases. it can work. with intention.
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binart · 1 year
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DTOK page 16! (First)(Previous)(Next)
!!!!!!! O:
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ethereance · 6 days
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Au where Keith gets a few more future flashes in the quantum abyss than he did in canon. Now armed with the knowledge of many future plot points, he sets out to make things right.
Or at least. He tries.
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