Tumgik
#klance fic
Text
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
17 notes · View notes
nostalgicish · 6 days
Text
Tumblr media
happy (belated) birthday to @heavilycaffeinatedsblog !
592 notes · View notes
bluemantics · 8 months
Text
Transcript quotes from a VLD ghost hunting au (in the style of The Office)
(Interviews)
Hunk: Keith and Lance decided to go ghost hunting last year. Keith wanted to find ghosts, but Lance just thought Keith was hot and was willing to follow him to shady places.
Lance: any place is a makeout spot if you have enough determination.
(show)
Keith: I’m taking out the EMF reader.
Lance: HA, an Emo Mother Fucker reader.
Keith: ….
(interviews)
Keith: Sometimes I feel like Lance doesn’t take this seriously.
(show)
Lance: Do you think if I start banging these pans together a ghost will yell at me to stop? loudly hits pans together
(Interviews)
Keith: I’m starting to think he doesn’t believe.
(interviews)
Lance: Oh, yeah. I never believed in ghosts. The things you do for hot men… unspeakable.
(show)
Keith: Ms. Petunia, if you can hear me, turn the flashlight on and off.
Lance: I could turn YOU on!
Keith: Sorry, what?
Lance: Uh, I was talking to the light
(interviews)
Lance: I was not talking to the light.
(show)
Keith: it looks like the ghosts aren’t active tonight.
Lance: DARN, guess we’ll have to go for dinner and a movie! What a shame.
Keith: I guess we can. Do you want to see the new horror film that we watched the trailer for?
Lance: …sure.
(interviews)
Lance: I hate horror.
(interviews)
Keith:
He hates horror, but if he wants to get in my pants that badly, he’ll have to endure “Blood on Shore 3” first.
*Someone speaks off camera*
Keith: Yeah, I know it’s a date. I just like fucking with Lance. I’ll kiss him at the end, he’s earned it.
(Later interviews)
Lance: my subtle plan worked!
519 notes · View notes
mothmanavenue · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
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.
527 notes · View notes
protectingstucky · 10 months
Text
˗ˏˋmy favorite klance ficsˎˊ˗
there, nestled against his pulse
Scar
dreams of you and mistletoe
open your arms to me
all we have to do
the dark, wide open
To Brighter Days
A Light In The Dark
Terminal Velocity
you should date me 
never saw you coming
nothing’s quite as sweet
Kiss Me (Twice)
gloves / by proxy
one step forward, two steps back
electromagnetic
Something Great
the meaning of donuts
fit the crown to my head
Stormchasing
579 notes · View notes
gilyoungroach · 2 months
Text
one more chapter, I say, lips chapped, throat parched, clock approaching 3 am, but I can't stop now, I can't give up. the slow burn is burning, the angst is angsting, I must continue, I must go on.
125 notes · View notes
shatterinseconds · 1 month
Text
“It’s a simple three step beat; what aren’t you understanding about it, Mullet?” Lance asks, annoyance beginning to leak through his voice. He’s tried to cap his frustration as much as possible throughout the past hour. But this has become ridiculous. If anything, Keith has gotten worse at dancing than when they started the lesson. Brief pain sparks through Lance’s foot and he cracks. “And stepping on my toes isn’t one of them!”
“Some of us didn’t get three years of ballroom dance lessons,” Keith snaps, irritated. 
“Which is why I’m teaching you. But you’re not listening to a single thing I say! You can’t even get close to me.” Lance tries to tug Keith forward but he remains just as stubborn as always, aggravating and infuriating. 
What looms between them is a larger gap than needed, with Keith holding him at an arm’s length as if he’s a poisonous snake ready to bite. A balloon would fall straight through to the floor; Lance’s arms are almost entirely extended. He thought Keith would be a little more willing considering the stake of the mission. 
Keith clenches his jaw. “I’m trying.”
“For someone as coordinated as you on the battlefield, this shouldn’t be this difficult.” Lance scowls, taking a page out of Keith’s book.
“Me not knowing how to dance isn’t going to break the alliance.”
“Were you even listening to Allura?”
“Were you?” Keith bites back, too smirky for Lance’s taste. Yeah, he may have been fiddling with his comm device under the table, trying to play an old earth game Pidge had downloaded onto it. That’s beside the point.
So Lance ignores him. “The Zolxox see dance as a creation of trust and loyalty between two groups of people. If we miss a step, they won’t join the coalition.”
“But why’d it have to be us?” The Zolxox only needed a pair of dancers, not their whole team.  
Lance rolls his eyes. “Because I have three years of dance experience, duh.” But his annoyance quickly fades when Keith doesn’t snap back with their classic banter. In fact, he continues to stand there, his hands not exactly touching Lance anymore but hovering. Keith stares at him with such a blank expression that Lance allows a bit of the truth to spill. “And–And because I work best with you,” he mumbles, ducking his head to avoid any minute reaction from Keith. When he does flick his gaze up, Keith remains impassive. “But you gotta listen to me, Mullet. Why won’t you just follow what I say?”
That’s when Lance loses Keith entirely. He steps back from Lance, arms folded against his chest, not loose at all. Keith can’t seem to look at him anymore either. “It’s awkward… being close to you.”
“Oh.” Lance drops his empty hands, suddenly despondent. He didn’t know Keith felt that way about him. He thought they’d finally become friends, maybe inching toward something more. Maybe Lance should have chosen Allura for this mission like everyone thought he would. His shoulders begin to hunch forward.
“Shit, no, not in that way.” Keith groans as he cards a hand through his hair, frustrated at himself. Strands stick out in multiple directions, silly enough that Lance wants to punch through whatever new wall is between them and fix it for him. But Keith wouldn’t appreciate that. “I just meant, I know the way I feel about you isn’t how you feel about me and I don’t want to make it weird for you.”
“How do you know how I feel about you if you never once asked?”
Keith gives him a look. “Please. You flirt with everyone but me. Even I understand what that means.”
“That’s not—That’s—Oh my god—” Lance suddenly steps forward, waving his arms as he talks, too flustered to be rational. “With everyone else, it’s fun, meaningless, a way to lighten the mood.” His skin heats enough that he must be glowing from embarrassment. “But you—With you, it’s different. I try to spend time together and constantly try to get your atten—wait.” Eyes popping wide, Lance starts to point, jabbing his finger into Keith’s chest. “You just told me you liked me!” His brain finally internalizes what Keith had said, what Keith implied. It immediately derails his train of thought. “You like me!”
Keith startles before his entire expression pinches. He growls. “Uh uh, we’re focusing on you and your terrible flirting techniques.” He steps up to Lance and keeps stepping toward him until he is the only thing Lance can focus on. Those violet eyes bore into Lance, head tilted and brows drawn. “How was I supposed to know I was different?” he asks, low and steady. 
“Goddammit, Keith.” Lance surges forward and kisses Keith square on the mouth. His hands weave through Keith’s hair, musing it further, while Keith’s strong grip lands on his waist, fingers hooking into his belt loops. He pulls Lance in and tugs on his lower lip, his teeth scraping slightly but in a way that buzzes across Lance’s skin. When they part, Lance is breathless with swollen lips and eyes half-lidded. It’s a struggle to speak but he manages to mumble, “Does that clear things up?”
Keith nods. Blush stains his pale cheeks though he holds Lance’s stare, never wavering, and he even starts to smirk the longer they remain in silence. Like he knows that he affected Lance just as much as Lance affected him. 
He’s going to be the death of Lance one day; this man…
“G-Good,” Lance finally says, struggling to regain his composure, if he ever had some to begin with. “We’ll talk about this later. But right now, we dance.”
Kith groans, though less annoyed than before, and for the first time, effortlessly moves all the way into Lance’s space, smiling a small smile. They dance without any issues, except for maybe a few butterflies.
115 notes · View notes
nikogane · 2 months
Text
i genuinely love it when klance writers adopt keith's pov like in those instances where keith encounters or characterizes lance and he's like, "he looks like if summer was a person" LIKE OKAYYYY THEY EAT IT UP EVERYTIME UGH !!!!
111 notes · View notes
kukos-satellite · 18 days
Text
I’m deprived of my middle aged Klance and Zukka so hand it over, HAND THEM OVER TO ME
104 notes · View notes
soulreapin · 5 days
Text
hey folks nothin fancy tonight just some feel-good post canon married klance
summary:
He’s about to call it a night, eyelids drooping slightly and swipes one more time just for fun. Sitting right under his thumb is a listing for a miniature cowboy hat and a red bandana, all under ten bucks. If Keith squinted he could see his own hat hanging on the vanity chair, worn and loved.
“Blue,” Keith rumbles, rolling over with his phone so his chest is to Lance’s back, “Found some’in for Kosmo.”
Lance makes a faint, disgruntled sound that in another universe might’ve been ‘go fuck yourself Keith.’ Fortunately, Keith has been dealing with Lance’s vague states of consciousness since they were living across the hall from each other on the castle ship and tucks his chin between Lance’s shoulder, drumming on his bare forearm to catch his attention.
or, post-war keith deals with insomnia and decides to spend that time scrolling amazon.
tumblr runs on reblogs and so do i!!! so if you had a good time with this fic please consider reblogging 🫶
56 notes · View notes
klaissance · 16 days
Text
ok um i have done it i've created a thing
pls enjoy
64 notes · View notes
alohaasaloevera · 2 months
Text
guys…I don’t know if you know this….but heavily_caffeinated just dropped ANOTHER banger… it’s truth serum….. go read…..
@misterfudgelord fic rec right here!1!1!1!1!1!1
Half the Galaxy by heavily_caffinated
70 notes · View notes
nostalgicish · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
A scene from love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling by artimess_chimes (@x-soapbox-x here on tumblr !)
Genuinely I love sooo many of their works and I highly recommend reading their stuff ! and the title for this one??? are you kidding me?? it’s SO clever
P.S. I have no idea why the quality is so bad on mobile and I have no intention on finding out why bc I’m lazy so look at it online for better quality 💪
578 notes · View notes
bluemantics · 8 months
Text
A sharp clang sounded in the lions’ bay as Keith’s helmet hit the floor. The blue lion stood unmoving before him, her eyes dull.
Keith burned.
“Open up,” he ordered. Unlike that first time, when he’d tried to reach her in that lonely desert cave, Blue lowered her head and opened her metallic maw. Keith stepped forward into the cockpit, expression unwavering.
Over and over, that flash of light striking Blue repeated in his mind, like some sick personal horror show. Over and over, step by step. Finally, he reached the front, where a chair faced glowing blue controls.
“…hey,” a voice weakly greeted. Keith felt something in him snap.
“Hey?” he demanded, storming around the chair to face Lance. “Is that really how you choose to greet me after you almost fucking died, Lance?” Something in his heart tugged at the sight in front of him. Lance looked disheveled and exhausted, his eyes duller than normal.
“I did what I had to do for the team,” Lance replied quietly.
The blue lion, streaking in front of the cannon, protecting the castle ship. Lance’s “here we go,” followed by Hunk’s desperate cry. Then, silence.
“For the team,” Keith repeated lowly. Lance nodded.
“Fuck that. What about me?“ Keith demanded, one leg kneeling down in front of Lance’s chair to look him in the eye. “That— that was insane. Do you know what that shit would have done to me?”
Lance’s eye twitched. “Enlighten me, Kogane.”
“Fucking— I don’t know what I would have done.” Keith surprised himself with the raw honesty in his own voice, cheeks burning. “But it wouldn’t have been helping the team.”
“Elaborate,” Lance snapped, eyes zeroing on Keith’s.
“Lance, I don’t think I can do this whole save-the-universe gig if you die, because then I’d be the one destroying it.”
Silence hung between them. Keith, still knelt on one knee just below Lance, who’s lips were now parted in surprise.
“I’ll just—“
Before Keith could continue, Lance grabbed his face and leaned down to kiss him. Keith froze in surprise, but quickly joined his rhythm, eyes closing.
It was slow, deep, something different.
When they finally parted for air, Lance gasped, “Looks like you’ll be needing to stay alive too, then.”
Keith just huffed out a breath and pulled him down for another kiss.
277 notes · View notes
mothmanavenue · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
In conjuntion with this art piece here
...
The war doesn’t end with a crash or a bang. Nothing explodes in a fiery shower the way he’d read about in books as a kid. There's no rocking of the ground as the world shifts under their feet, and a curling anxiety in his gut as he desperately reaches out in the link for a glimmer of one just one of his teammates, his family, his lover.
There’s just the dead drop of a falling lion as a ceasefire is called. It’s just the feeling of his fingers relaxing from a white knuckled grip on Red’s controls and his head falling back with a dull thud against the headrest of the pilot’s chair. It’s the unwinding of his spine as he slumps, all his strength and exhaustion collapsing in on him as he surrenders flight back to his lion, her battle roar softening to a gentle rumble in the back of his mind. It’s the gasps of relief and whispered gratitude of his family echoing in his ears, letting him know they’re safe, they’ve made it, it’s finally done.
Keith is completely unsurprised to note which one he prefers. 
Red’s purr is a constant source of comfort in his mind as he curls his legs toward his chest, eyes squinted in lazy, bone deep weariness, brain barely processing Shiro and Allura from their respective command stations outlining the conditions of ceasefire. He can barely think about anything outside the cramping in his fingers and the bleariness of his eyes from entire successive days spent raising Voltron’s sword, pouring his energy and willpower into convincing the strongest weapons in the universe to bend to his will.  
It’s ok if he misses something. The team will catch him up. They always have, when the tiredness consumes him, and he checks out of conversations and discussion, slumping against the nearest comforting shoulder. 
Allura’s voice is as sharp and clear as the crown that adorns her head; the queen of Altea in all her glory commands her troops from the midst of battle. Keith’s attention had been laser focused on ensuring Voltron’s continued presence, but nothing in the world could keep him from watching for Allura’s flashing blue light as she approached Haggar, now withered and raging, and knelt in front of her. Keith missed what was said, the words exchanged. But he saw the tightening of his Queen, his sister’s, shoulders, and the hand wrapping tight around the witch’s neck. 
It’s been a long eight days on this earth of his.
His brain clocks out in that moment, and he rides the warm haze he’s in, letting the satisfaction of success settle into his bones. It’s not time for celebration just yet. It will come later once the dead is counted and the shrouds are laid. Keith knows better than most the toll of war, and he dreads the time that will come when the lists of the dead will be handed to them, and he will need hours, days, weeks, to grieve people he did and didn’t know and names he’s cherished and ones he’s never heard, and each loss will still hit like a blow to the ribs. After that, the celebration will come. The ballrooms of the castle will glow with life and Hunk will dress in gold, Shiro’s white hair will gleam in the light, and Pidge will protest that she just won a war, she deserves a drink. Allura will stand regal at their side, and her shoulders will be light, free from the burden of an avenger, and she will turn to them with a gleaming grin and they won’t have any choice but to smile back at her. 
And lance.
Lance will be so handsome in his blue suit, golden and silver threaded in painstaking embroidery in the bed of deep sky. His hair will fall loose and natural in his eyes, heavenly blues, and earthy brown under the string set of his eyebrows, and he’ll gleam like a freshly lit candle. 
He’ll take Keith’s breath away and Keith will never want it back. 
But that comes after.
Right now, here, Red lands on dusty earth and grumbles in his head about doing all the work. He’s sure none of the other lions give their other halves this much shit. He loves her so fiercely it burns his throat and eyes. He can’t believe he ever spent a day outside of her. Can’t believe he wasn’t raised alongside this wonderful, temperamental, protective, grouchy cat, who bossed him and fussed him, and purred and cooed when he screamed in his dreams. Can’t believe there ever was a time he resigned himself to not having this. What a fool he was. 
The wave of emotion fills the cockpit in a lilting hum, and she lights up around him, Voltron blue piercing through the chunks in his armour. Red is as alive as a blaze and warm as a hearth in his head. 
Her mouth drops open with one final swell of affection, as she releases her paladin to his home ground. 
Keith murmurs a breathy thank you i love you you’re everything to me, as he stumbles out, hand grasping the cool metal as he comes to a rest on the shifting sands. The sand is warm from fire and fighting and it hits him all at one.
He crouches down, head hanging as he pants and gasps for breath. The emotion of the past few days shutter his eyesight till all he sees in the grains of sand sticking to his gauntlets. His head spins and his hair is falling out of the ponytail he’d tied it back in, and his breath is coming hard now. 
Something is missing. Somethings not quite right.
The swords have fallen, the helmets tossed to the side, red looms protective behind him. The shields are down the guards are dropped and he can feel the press of the Voltron bond that lets him know his team is landing nearby, drawn together with a gravitational pull.
He draws in breath, cool and refreshing and tinged with the scent of burning. Around him the sand is interspersed with freshly formed glass. 
He raises his head, expecting to see the heavens above him. He wants to take in the freshly healed scar of the newly collapsed Rigel star system. Wants to know how the blazing lights of thousands of planets worth of warfare look set against the familiar earth sky. He think he might look at the constellations, like he did not far from here a hundred years ago, tucked into his dad's strong, solid arms, the scratch of a stubbly chin accompanying a moving mouth as it named Orion, Cassiopeia, Gemini. 
He looks up expecting to see stars, and instead, he sees the sun.
Lance's smile is crooked, and his breath comes fast, like he ran, as he hovers over him. Their faces are so close he can count each individual freckle on this boy’s face, as precious to him as the gleam of moonlight cutting paths across the castle hallways. Oh this boy, this absolute death of him. 
“Hey lover,” the words leave Lance’s mouth with ease and anticipation, years of pent-up adoration spilling out with every vowel, “we did it.”
Keith feels his own smile steal across his face, “yeah, we did.” 
If possible, Lance's smile grows wider, crinkling the already forming smile lines at his eyes. Keith thinks of the products that line the counter of his bathroom sink, just waiting for a pretty bronzed hand to pick them up when the separation hits, and their resolves are softened by the press of late hours and long silence. 
A silly waste. Keith likes this look on Lance.
Aging.
What a wonderful thing he never thought he’d get to have. 
“You know what that means?” 
Lance's voice is smooth, the tremble that only a practiced ear could pick out masked by the sincerity and anticipation that has dogged their every conversation since that night on the dais. 
“We’ll wait.”
“Until when, Keith?”
“Until it’s done. When it’s done then we can have this. We can’t lose everyone for each other.”
“I’m yours?”
“When it’s done then. And when it’s done, I’m bringing you home with me. I’m putting a ring on your finger and I’m never letting you go. You’re it for me, Keith.”
“I’m not asking you to wait, that’s not fair-“
“I followed you into space Keith. I followed you to the point of no return. You aren’t asking me anything and that’s a damn shame. I’d give you anything you asked for.”
“When it’s done lance, when it’s done, I’ll ask you anything you want me to. I’ll come home with you, I’ll share a bed with you. I’ll be yours as long as you’ll have me.”
“Don’t joke, honey,”
“I’m not. You’re mine, lance”
“And-“
“you’re mine.”
The words reverberate in his head, and oh. This is what it was. The smooth slot of this thing that’s been so long coming.
Lance drops to his knees in front of him, one warm hand coming to rest on his cheek. Keith leans his head into it. He’s too tired for restraint, or shame, or any other useless emotion that would’ve held a younger him back. He’s got nothing to lose. He’s won. There’s no reason left to hold back. What a novel idea. It coats him and leaves him shivering at the feel of a gloved thumb running gently over his cheekbones.
His eyes fall back open from their unconscious close, and Lance is so close.
Honest, sweet, honourable lance. The sandpaper to all his rough edges. The iron that absorbed his burning heat. The shore that meets his rocking tide. 
Keith can hear the thunder of Pidge’s feet as they run across the uneven terrain. Hunk is following after her, his voice a cacophony of relief and joy. Shiro’s laughter is warm and thick as honey, coming easier than it has since aliens were a late-night story. Allura is giggling, high and bright, and a little hysterical. It’s ok. She’ll pull herself back together and they’ll be there to fill the cracks with liquid gold.
(Or glitter. She’d like glitter.)
Lance is watching him, and Keith’s eyes drift back to him. Lance hasn’t looked away in years. Something, some last resistance hidden away so deep he didn’t even know to search for a cure, falls away. 
He leans in and closes the gap.
...
posted on ao3 here
374 notes · View notes
protectingstucky · 2 months
Text
˗ˏˋ my favorite klance fics pt.3 ˎˊ˗
it’s all in my head
(un)spoken
bonded (in your arms)
if the silence was a song
baby, you’re a haunted house
sweetheart
love is buying you your perfect couch
it’s easier for you to let me go
Renegade Dawn
lifeline
let’s get started
I'd Tap That
flesh and blood (you deserve to be loved)
look, my darling, the distance has vanished
adrenaline
so kiss me (kiss me kiss me kiss me)
just like that
Dear Reader
Sweet Nothings (how you doin', baby? ;) )
Like Any Unloved Thing (i don't know if i'm real if i'm not being touched)
179 notes · View notes