#klance fanfics

[jupiter-and-teardrops]

the hardest lines ALWAYS come from ao3 fanfics and I stand by this

Mostly thanks to @emilyelizabethfowl (their reblog contains many of the fic links!! thank u sm) and a few deep dives into my ao3 history, the sources of the quotes have mostly all been recovered! I apologise for not posting them all with proper credit originally, I truly didn't think the post would blow up so much, but the lesson is very much learned :) enjoy!

- number 1 is from merthur fic called Destiny Ordered You To Die, But I Willed You To Live by ironfamjam

-number 2 is from a klance fic called reach out for you (break these walls) by Paladin-Pile (UserFromPluto)

- number 3 is a batman fic called Home (jason centered) by Daisybirb

- number 4 is a zukka fic by I'm Not Angry Anymore by team_avatars_eyebags

- numbers 5 and 9 are from The Art Of Burning by hella1975, an amazing ongoing atla following zuko

- number 6 is a hualian fic called No paths are bound by cataclysmic_calamity (originally a thread fic but also fully uploaded on ao3)

- number 7 is a merthur fic called tell me every terrible thing you ever did (and let me love you anyway) by Stardustwrites17 (the quote is also originally from a poem apparently)

- number 8 is from a batman fic called Nature and Nurture by lurkinglurkerwholurks

- number 10 is from a steddie fic called let me know (everythings alright) by bexiguess

ALSO there is now a part 2 !! (which I swear is better organized)

[999kubw]

I think we all knew this

[dysabria]

most of the time people get into fanfiction of a media AFTER they’ve consumed the media but i on the other hand have gotten into at least half of my favorite shows and books because i read a random amazing fanfiction about it one day and decided to go to the source

[luh-lloyd-garmadone]

sometimes I forget that like 90% of my ships aren’t canon ( usually because one or both of the characters are dead ) but then I just sigh and go back to reading fix it fics and gay AUs

[heynhay]

ok. Im sure everyone and their mom has read this fic by the talented mothpoem already bc its so incredible. But that didn't stop me from cooking up nine pages of a gorgeous excerpt from it!

[lcvedh]

I can feel the tension...👀🫦

[centaur-dreaming]

All fic writers have that one document in their drafts that would end their entire career, social life, everything if anyone irl were to find it

[chanssimping]

i fucking love AU fanfiction because like sometimes i sit there like "HOW did you come up w that. WHAT."

[jiveyuncle]

Keith cringes at the hiss of the bedroom door sliding open and the unforgiving hall light racing in to fill the darkness. Still, Lance doesn't stir from where he lays sprawled out across the mattress, hair mussed in the pillow and foot hanging off the edge. Keith feels a twinge of guilt at encroaching on his space as he slides his jacket off to hang on the coat rack next to Lance's.

It's not that Keith isn't welcome here - he knows he is. This little back and forth pattern of theirs has been going on long enough that these motions should be as easy as sliding into his own bed, but it's not. Instead, it makes his heart ache just that little bit more, makes the pit of his stomach open up to swallow his insides and leave him feeling empty even as Lance pushes into his space each time to fill it. Because the problem is Lance is comfortable with Keith. He's comfortable with Keith because he is comfortable with everyone. It's who Lance is. Inviting. Open. Caring. He gives himself freely. And after the first few times of bumping into each other wandering the ship in the middle of the night in hopes of exhausting themselves into sleep, then actually falling asleep on the common room couch next to each other only to wake up with achy necks, Lance started boldly dragging Keith to bed and holding him in place to prevent him from wandering until morning.

“There's no way I'm letting you in bed with your shoes on.” Lance mumbles. A precautionary hand appears from under the sheets and flops down over the blanket to ward off any attempts to climb under them.

Keith lets out a huff of air that's just light enough to be considered a laugh. “I was going to kick them off.”

“No, no. We're civilized. Put them away.” The hand guarding the covers lifts and shoos him towards the wardrobe before dropping lazily.

“I wake up before you. You won't even see them.” Keith argues even as he crosses the room to oblige. The cabinet to the wardrobe cries out in protest as he opens it, and Keith winces, yet again, at any sound that disturbs the peaceful quiet. He makes a mental note to bug Hunk for some oil to grease the noisy hinges. If he's going to start putting his shoes in here, it's going to need to be quieter.

“I tripped over them when I got up to piss last time.”

Keith smiles to himself as he slinks back over, Lance already peeling the sheets back to invite him in. Keith slides down into the space to lie on his back and has to fight the urge to swallow hard when Lance's arm lowers down with the covers over his chest and never draws back away. “You're awake?” he says instead.

Lance hums quietly. “Brain won't shut off. The usual stuff. I was actually thinking about heading your way before you showed up.” Lance peeks an eye open, squinting through the exhaustion in the dim light. “You came in day clothes.”

“Walked a couple laps around the ship first. Didn’t know I was coming over.”

Lance lifts his chin in the hint of a nod before letting his eye fall back shut. “Glad I waited, then.” His fingers tug lightly near the collar of Keith's shirt, fiddling with the fabric in the mindless way he does with anything he can get his hands on - sometimes it's a leaf plucked from foliage as they trek through forested pathways, sometimes it's a pen spinning endlessly between his fingers during long diplomatic negotiations, sometimes it's a spoon that never settles back on his plate even an hour after he's taken his last bite and the conversation is flowing, and other times it's Keith’s shirt or hair or fingers at 3am when neither of them can sleep and whatever tension that is sustained in the daylight slips away.

And, as always, it sends a mixture of unwanted hope and desire through Keith's veins that quickly burns away to leave guilt in its destructive wake.

This habit. This closeness.

It means something different to each of them, and it's getting harder and harder for Keith's heart to remember that.

Keith reaches up to still the moving fingers on his chest, but Lance's unquestioning thumb seamlessly, innocently, agonizingly slips up along the side of his hand to trace over his knuckles instead.

Keith controls his next exhale and tries to ignore the gentle movement, but his mind can’t help supplying a word with each tender pass of a thumb: maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe there’s a chance. Maybe these things don't mean something quite so different to Lance. Maybe, if Keith offers a hand, then warm fingers will be there to take it.

Maybe.

He doesn't move again until Lance's breaths deepen and the soft brushes eventually slow to a stop.

When Keith rises in the morning, he bypasses the squeaky wardrobe, tugs on his jacket, and slides out into the hallway with only his socks to fight off the chill of the castleship floors from seeping into his feet. The warmth of a decision burns in his ribs as Keith settles into his lion 20 minutes later to start the early journey out to pick up a member of the Blade. Red senses the change, and a growl of approval rumbles through their bond, deep and affectionate and proud.

Keith’s mouth twitches up at the corner. He sends back his appreciation.

Dead Keith/Red Paladin Lance AU (Part 4/?)

Too bad he came to that decision a little late. Now, he’s kinda stuck not wanting to initiate something that he can no longer start.

Excited for y’all to spot where little nods to this snippet pop up in future chapters.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You can now read this on AO3 as:

Empty Spaces You Left Behind

[mrshowlsmovingcastle]

Was it just me or when you first started reading fanfiction you thought orphan_account was the most prolific writer ever?

[dorkiborkii]

fanart of a fanfic.. how lovely

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Dear Reader by heavily_caffeinated on ao3 has easily got to be my favorite klance fic of all time. the writing is so beautiful and the story is structured so well. go to ao3 and read it right now !1!1!

(this piece took 11 hours… hip hip hooray !)

[sidestaab]

I can’t keep doing this ITS BEEN 5 YEARS

[erithel]

Commission for @devooshawrites for her zine of "Writing on the Wall." Find it here!

[sonixcx]

Nobody:

Klance fanfic authors: DID SOMEBODY SAY MUTUAL PINING

[klspacecadet]

Klance fic recommendations (except there are some underrated ones too)

in hits order btw

1.

Mature Hearts Don’t Break Around Here by klancekorner

2.

[ABANDONED + UNFINISHED] Mature On Thin Ice by Orphaned_Work

3.

Teen and Up (WTF THERE’S NO YELLOW?) Ignorance Is Bliss by @youareinacomawakeup

4.

Mature Something Just Like This by klancekorner

5.

Mature Love Interest by @iwriteshipsnotsailthem

6.

Explicit Time and Tide by @rangoatemybabynsfw

7.

Teen and Up The Shattering of Altea by @youareinacomawakeup

8.

Mature He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus

9.

Mature Live For The Fight (When It's All That You Got) by yuu_chi

10.

Teen and Up The Quiet by @MilkTeaMiku

11.

[basically just porn with plot] Explicit The Boys of Altea Studios by @moe20112233

12.

Teen and Up Galra Instincts by @smolstrawberrychara

13.

Teen and Up My Soul Has Your Claim, My Soul Is In Flames by @tellymauve

14.

Teen and Up The Meaning of Donuts by @katranga

15.

Mature Dear Reader by @heavilycaffeinatedsblog

16.

Mature Rising Star by @bsfordays

17.

Teen and Up One Plus One by @luddlestons

18.

Teen and Up Bend it Like Soulmates by @reader115

19.

Teen and Up Convenience by @noussommeslessquelettes

20.

Teen and Up Of Wolves and Wisps by @vulpes--vulpes

lmk if yall want more ^__^

[poseidons-getting-milk]

when a fanfic for a gay non-canon ship starts with “english isn’t my first language so sorry for any mistakes” you know it will have you on your hands and knees sobbing at 3am screaming “there is no god up in heaven for he came down here to write this fanfiction!!”