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[klancepinefest]

Title: I Know What a King and Lover Ought to be

Author: Sachiela

Artist: Sugarsaurus

Sneak Peek! The king’s rooms probably have some sort of balcony, but the guards outside would notice him scaling the wall and shoot him down before he could get inside. There must be hidden passageways, but he doesn’t have the kind of time he would need to find and navigate them. Biting his lip as he finds himself running out of options, Keith jumps as there’s a commotion down the hall. He tucks further into his hiding spot as the large guard immediately rushes down to see what is going on, leaving the royal wing open entirely. Did that really just happen? Not about to take the time to question his luck, he darts down the hallway, keeping to the shadows. Of course, there are over a half dozen doors to check, but he assumes that the room he’s looking for will be at the end of the hall. Where else would a king sleep? His hunch proves correct when he finds the king sitting up in his bed, papers spread around him. Keith hadn’t expected him to be awake, but, well, at least he doesn’t have to feel bad about waking him up. He looks oddly normal without his usual regal clothing and jewelry he wears for public appearances. Keith isn’t sure what to make of that. “Koli--” the king starts, looking up, but freezing when he sees Keith instead of whomever he was expecting. He moves to grab something from his nightstand and Keith pulls the fabric down from his face and holds up his hands to hopefully show he means no harm. “Your majesty, my apologies, but I just want a moment of your time to make a request.” The king pauses once more, raising a delicate eyebrow. “And this request wouldn’t be for my life or my throne, would it?” Keith shakes his head, keeping his hands up. He takes a deep breath. “Actually, the opposite. I’m here to request to join your...your harem.” ----- Want to know more? This fic is coming on September 11th, so stay tuned! 

[periwinkler]

Here’s the art I made for @koganewest ’s amazing fic, “Sunny Side Up!”

@klancepinefest

[totesunrepentant]

And I'll Form The Heart by @voltronseatbelts

Lance tears his gaze away, focusing on slowing the thumping of his heart. He spots a row of photo booths parked haphazardly along the edge of a building. Teens, kids, and couples huddle around most of them, laughing and waiting eagerly for photo strips or whoever’s inside the booth.

“Hey, we should commemorate this,” Lance says.

Keith follows his line of sight, then wrinkles his nose. “Photos? You know I don’t like photos.”

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Read the rest on ao3! <3

[klancepinefest]

How about a they-didn’t-realise-they-were-dating AU??

Pine-spiration

Lance is officially the last person on Earth to know that he’s got a boyfriend

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[klancepinefest]

Title: The Heart Wants What the Heart Wants

Author: Stardust_and_Blades ( @stardust-and-blades​)

Artist: @binuboi​

Summary: 

Keith and Lance had a beautiful relationship--up until Keith walked in on Nyma and Lance kissing. Running away from the pain of being cheated on by the person he loved most, Keith moves away and is not seen again until years later on his second year of college. He moves into the dorms for the first time, excited to be on his own for the first time. However things take a drastic turn when he is paired with his ex-boyfriend, Lance, to whom hasn't spoken to or about in years. Facing an awkward living situation and an unresolved past, Keith and Lance have to come to terms with their predicament--and the attraction that never truly died.

Rating: Teen

Link to the Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26279842

Link to the Art: https://binuboi.tumblr.com/post/628298423934844928/dance-with-me-darling-made-for-the-2020-klance

[klancepinefest]

These gay idiots.

@klancepinefest

lance initiating contact vs. keith initiating contact

[baovyoi]

my companion piece to Hidden Wings by Silvermoon @silvia-moon for @klancepinefest!

(don’t repost)

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GRGGRGRGRGRRGRGGRGRGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR (<- upset about writing)

[klancepinefest]

A fic where Keith pines the entire time and has this grand scheme of why and how not to let Lance know about his feels- only to ruin it with a slip up...

Some pine-spiration

@klancepinefest

headcanon that they both think the other has it better and it’s a rivalry sustained on mutual admiration, but they think the other hates them so they’ll never say it

but eventually, someone (keith) slips up

/// im ded school is fukin over finally // :pp kill me; i stil have so much shit to do

[mythsofvoltronzine]

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[daeva-agas]

FORGIVE ME BEFOREHAND FOR BEING DUMB BUT I CAN’T UNSEE THIS AND I KEEP ON HAVING A GIGGLING FIT OVER IT KSHFKSFJKGKG

Read this quote:

... and then look at this picture:

(the image below is Amida, from the “Namu Amidabutsu!” ikemen Buddha game :’D)

I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING AT THIS GGGGGGGHHHH AMIDA REALLY DOES LOOK LIKE IKESEN KENNYO HELP 

HDFGSHGASKLL;KLPF

[klancepinefest]

Keith being a gay disaster is one of my favourite Keiths

keith: [loudly playing trashy generic pop punk music about unrequited love alone in his room]

hunk: is he…okay?

shiro: yeah, he’s just pining.

keith: [yells] I’M SO GAY

hunk: what did lance do this time?

shiro: he smiled at him.

keith: [turns the music up to full volume and yells some more]

[katyafine]

I hunt through my archives, looking for a photo of you that reminds me just how it all felt. How being with you felt, nights spent with you, the arguments, and the love. It was so passionate, fueled with rage and hate, succumbed by lust and absolute cherishment. I look for the photos that take me back to you. To the days we spent together as teens. But those photo’s don’t exist. I didn’t photograph those days. They existed in mind only, no evidence of our togetherness ever being created other than the beads of sweat and bruises from bites. Your eyes don’t exist in the grain of those negatives, your freckles don’t get lost in the sea of megapixels. You never existed in that realm. You were too real. Too idled to try and reproduce in an image. Your stance and manner existed in their own right. They commanded their own space. I couldn’t replicate your being even if I tried. Perhaps I knew that better then than I do now. Because I’m still looking. Still searching for the images that bring that love back. The love we never admitted to the world, and the one barred from your mouth now. A gas soaked love that existed above the matches of our arguments, waiting to be ignited. Our love was a table with a wonky leg, begging to be broken as we tried desperately to keep it going. Until one day it didn’t. We stomped out that time. Buried it in a capsule of notes and spoken words. But not photographs. You were the muse of my mind, not of my hand. You inspired me with your beauty, creating the flames of thought that at the time were my demise; and now act as my flame. I still look for those photos. The ones that don’t exist anywhere but in my eyes. The nights spent in the dark, chugging vodka with rockstar chasers. Of the dares, and endeavors we took on together. The exploration of subjects untouched, and bodies not yet learned. A forbidden world in the time it existed. I will spend my career trying to emulate that love. Looking for faces that remind me of yours, yet will always fall short of that indescribable beauty. Searching for muses that hold that same character in your eyes. Yearning for words spoken that reminds me of the palette of your mouth, but just aren’t. For you don’t exist anymore in this world. You are nothing but a memory that no longer responds to my pleas. Perhaps you are destined to exist in the cellars of my mind, reminding me of pivotal moments, of extreme love, and everything that went wrong. But I recall. I remember your lips and the way they met my own. Your hands grazing my back and the hairs that would fall in between our faces. The touch and linger, the teasing of fingers. I wonder how you remember it all.

To you

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