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klance fanfics

lance and keith, neck and neck (group chat au)

call me, beep me (a wrong number text that then snowballs into something else)

on thin ice (hockey player keith and figure skater lance)

there, nestled against his pulse (a soulmate au that made me feel very strong emotions at 4 in the morning)

i'd choose you (in a hundred lifetimes) (one where they watch themselves fall in love in different realities)

dirty laundry (one of the most famous klance fics, a fake dating au)

the marks we make (another soulmate au but this one is more fluff with a dose of angst)

shut up and dance with me (one where lance and keith are dancers and have to team up for a competition)

nothing's quite as sweet (a super cute coffee shop au)

homesick at space camp (a fake marriage au with angst but a happy ending)

3 words or less (cute oneshot)

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When writing always remember… a character flaw is only a flaw until becomes useful. 

Is your protagonist manipulative? Well that’s awful… until they manipulate the antagonist into making a decision that saves the lives of their friends. 

Is your protagonist a skeptic? Well that’s not good… until someone tries to lie to them. 

Is your protagonist overprotective? That sucks… until someone they love is in danger. 

Is your protagonist remorseless? Well that makes them pretty unlikeable… until a hard decision has to be made. 

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

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A Little Death by AsterikaMay | 11.2k+ | Keith Whump | Canon-Compliant

“Aw,” the druid coos, “So much fire. So much rage in that trembling heart of yours. It’d be a shame if I simply quashed it, wouldn’t it?” Keith stares straight at the druid. He bores his eyes into the shine of its face and looks his reflection dead in the eye. “Fuck—you.” The druid tips its head all the way back till its face is far out of sight and it laughs. It shrills and twitches and ticks and shakes. “So much fire!” It shrieks. “So much fire and it’s—” The druid reaches forward and wraps its long fingers around Keith’s face. They’re like icicles searing his skin with blinding cold. It might’ve drawn blood. He doesn’t know. “—all gone.” The druid faces him again. “All gone.” Keith shivers under the touch. He doesn’t understand. “What?” - A Blade mission goes astray when Keith has an unfortunate run-in with a druid. He falls sick soon after, and is handed into Voltron’s care until he recovers. While he’s there, he contemplates his place in the universe, the depth of his illness and its mysterious connection to Lance, and why he’s not getting better.

it's up everyone!! Happy bday Skyler! @occasionalklance

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someone help the poor kid

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greetings klance fic enjoyers. here is a list of some of my favorite klance fanfics from my beloved partners <3 with your love and support maybe i could post more of my favorite fics 👀

Cuffed Together

Picking Strawberries

Borrowerganes

Son of the Moon

A Little Text Can't Stop Me!

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💘 silly valentine 💘

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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.

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kiss meme

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a calendar of the amazing fics ik are coming out this weekend from my mooties!! everyone should get hype!

THURSDAY: @catsushinyakajima releasing a keith-centric klance fic (that has made me explode)!

FRIDAY: @loadingboy is putting out the next chapter of grin and bear it!!!! everyone cheered

@shatterinseconds is posting a memory loss klance fic where they think they’re dating— brilliant concept i know i will laugh

SATURDAY: walk with me chapter 2 sorry had to stick it in there

if i forgot any or missed urs— moots feel free to comment or rb and add them in!

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Easy like hello my friend, easy like goodbye again

TWs: Implied/referenced child abuse

Pseud: occasionalklance

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Relationship: Keith/Lance

Timeline: vaguely canon-divergent at season 8 (I know, you hate to see it)

Summary:

With a universe to save and a war to end, a relationship is the last thing on Keith's mind. Or, well… maybe not the last, but it's not something he's aiming for either. It would only end badly if he tried. But Lance was never one to back down from anything he wanted, was he? Alternatively: childhood trauma + getting together + falling apart + figuring things out again

Title inspo:

Dreams by Hana Vu

Silver Spoon by Erin LeCount

Marble Arch by Erin LeCount

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BOOM - surprise dood !  :D WORKOUT    ♡ ➥Patreon

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A little Klance comic I uploaded on Twitter some days ago. Sorry, Red. Your mood lights were just perfect. :))

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a little sketch based on @klance-daydreams’ cowboy klance art!!!!

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read this a few days ago and now ghost!lance x ghost ‘hunter’!keith is stuck in my head sigh

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belated post for keiths birthday 💙❤️

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I love the idea of young keith always suppressing his stims (cause of the system and stuff) until he sees Matt rocking back and forth as they’re working on homework together or something and asks about it.

He than realizes he can just sit on his floor and play with a fidget or something and he’s not going to get in trouble. He can walk aimlessly around the house mouthing the words to a podcast or song and the most reaction he’s going to get is Shiro wondering how he’s not getting dizzy from walking in circles for so long.

Keith learning he’s allowed to be neurodivergent and he’s not going to get yelled at for showing autistic traits or being hyperactive due to his ADHD. That he can wear his headphones as much as he wants and be picky about food.

Just neurodivergent Keith guys.