klance fic recs :3
(these are completed ones that i haven’t seen recommended often or aren’t as popular in the fandom - like, say, nothings quite as sweet, which is a classic tbh)
(also, just fyi, i’m not really into smut or anything risque so these are more or less just fluff. hearted ones are faves)
dewey despicable by ghostystarr (4k) ❤️
“To the toddler who left coffee stains all over the ancient myth books – have you ever heard of these fantastic things called lids? You can put them on all sorts of things; cups, Tupperware, a coffin. Which is exactly what I’ll be shutting you in if you desecrate my thesis paper’s primary sources again.”
(not to be dramatic but this fic has the best banter ever and it’s hilarious and i want to eat it like a stack of chocolate chip waffles)
under your feet the dirt turns to gold by laallomri (30k)
“I like you,” Lance says in a rush.
Keith blinks.“That is—” Lance clears his throat, shifting his weight uncomfortably. His hands are still in his pockets, his shoulders still hunched. “I like you—I like-like you. Like, in a more-than-friends-way like you.”
For a long moment Keith can only stare at him, astonishment and disbelief and cautious delight warring for dominance. And then, because he’s an idiot, because he spent a whole goddamn year in a goddamn shack in the middle of the goddamn desert and has no idea how to be a socially competent person, because he’s Keith, he says, “That was a lot of the word ‘like’ in one sentence.”
In which Keith has about a dozen chances at happiness, and sabotages (nearly) all of them.
(i wanted to shake keith’s shoulders and yell at his dumb pining ass in this one but you know what. i forgave him in the end so it’s all gucci)
suave and charming as heck by Lance_WhyUAlwaysLion (5k)
“You’re distracting me.”
“With the radiance of my smile? The melodious timbre of my voice? The swell of my defined, gloriously tanned biceps - ”
“Lance. Shut. Up.”
Lance is neither suave nor charming. Or, Lance thinks he’s a pro at flirting until suddenly, he’s the one getting flirted with.
(hey hoes do you want something cute in less than 10k words? yeah. check it)
you should date me by petalloso (19k) ❤️
“I can read you, Keith Kogane. You’re tired and maybe a little sad, and this mask will lift your spirits, heal your aura, align your chakras. Trust me.”
“I chrusht myou,” Keith says through his fish lips, Lance’s hands warm against his squished cheeks, his heart pounding ridiculously in his chest.
( @ fic excuse me but you have no right to be so cute and fluffy and heartwarming? this was like biting into a powdery little doughnut with gooey chocolate filling?? i need to lie down)
run into the bright lights by peanutbutterapple (30k) ❤️
Keith was pretty sure his heart was going to explode out of his chest and if he didn’t do something about it, things were going to get bloodier than they already were
.Keith accidentally tells Lance his feelings on April Fool’s Day, and Lance really knows how to take a joke.
(not to be even more dramatic but this fic gave me like five different aneurysms bc of all the miscommunication and the obvious pining but in the end it was worth it)
the eye of the hurricane by N_Daydreamer (2k)
“Lance punched Keith’s shoulder, not putting much force into it. He’s probably scowling, Keith guessed. But then Keith’s thumb slipped closer to the corner of Lance’s mouth and he felt the edges of a smile. And that’s all it took for him to get lost again.”
Until an alien bug’s venom wears off, Keith can neither see nor hear. The experience leaves him feeling isolated, unsettled, and unable to make it back to the castle alone. Until it’s safe for him to return with his lion, Lance stays with Keith, anchoring him. Relying mainly on touch, Keith takes a good “look” at Lance. Turns out he doesn’t need to see him to understand. Kissing him was the eye of the hurricane.
(and i feel WARM and MELTY in this chilli’s tonight)
I want you to stay by petelloso (8k) ❤️
“Are you feeling alright?” Lance asks softly, pulling his hand out from beneath Keith’s shirt and tucking a stray tuft of Keith’s hair behind his ear. Keith cocks his head in question, the movement making it so Lance’s hand easily shifts to cradle his cheek.
“I’m fine?”
“It’s just that you’re a little feverish,” Lance says, moving his hand to Keith’s forehead. “And you just kissed me.”
(*taps mic* hi i would like to say something about this fic: *cue pterodactyl screeching and streams of tears bc of how pure and cute and adorable this is*)
if the silence was a song by angstinspace (14k) ❤️
“It’s … Your show is on so late at night,” Keith tries to explain, as if Lance didn’t know this already.
“I guess I was just wondering why that is.”A crackling silence answers him, and Keith’s stomach sinks.
Did Lance hang up? Keith can’t exactly blame him.
But then he hears Lance make a noise––a short huff of breath that might have been either an impatient sigh or a quiet laugh … Keith has no clue.
“That’s the reason you’re calling? To complain about my time slot?”
or, Keith starts anonymously calling Lance’s college radio show and develops an unexpected crush.
(i would die for Brigid’s writing like. i would read a grocery list written by her and still want to eat it like it’s a three course meal. this fic makes my heart feel like chewy chocolate chip cookies)
up in the clouds by KaSaPe (13k) ❤️
Where usually Lance found a thrill in the sudden speed of the aircraft as it raced down the runway, he was too preoccupied to really notice them lift off. Too distracted to even glance out the window and watch the scenery turn to specs of colour before being shrouded by clouds.
All he wanted was for the seatbelt sign to turn off, so he could plug in his headphones and sleep the rest of the flight away.
Just make it through without any further embarrassments and everything will be great.
A.K.A Lance is an awkard bean around Keith, who just so happens to be the flight attendant on his plane. Someone help this poor boy.
(there aren’t that many flight attendant aus but this was so funny and lance getting into the silliest shenanigans on a 2 hour flight is a force to be reckoned with)
a dream is a wish your heart makes by pidgeotto_gunderson (50k) ❤️
When Lance is captured by the Galra, the rest of the crew finds him quickly - alive, but unconscious. The team tries everything they can think of to wake him up, but find that the only way to do it is to project another’s consciousness into Lance’s. Keith volunteers, and dives into Lance’s headspace, with only the instruction to bring Lance back with him. But when Keith finds himself getting sucked into the fantasy that Lance has built, he not only has to figure out how to drag Lance out of la la land, but he now has to hold on to the memory of another world - the real world - that is suddenly slipping through his fingers.
(you know when you go on a roller coaster and you feel like 5 different emotions while you drop and you keep screaming but somehow you heathens find it fun? that’s what it feels like to read this book but it’s better than a coaster. it’s so well-written and just. so cute and domestic what the hell i need to lie down)
electromagnetic by seabear (25k) ❤️
Lance spends a lot of time wondering about his place in the universe. And his place with Keith. Oh, also there’s a heist and some fake dating.
(this fic makes you want to bake cookies and sing disney songs and start listening to grunge while smoking a cigarette you know what i have no idea where i’m going with this but this is the first fic i read in the fandom and it’s so well-written and i reread it whenever i feel sad. however it was written before allura’s age confirmation so there’s a small tiny hint of shall*ra in there.)
got got got it bad by kairiolette (10k)
“He leans in to hook his arm around Keith’s shoulders in full. It’s right in Keith ear, when he speaks. “I have a crush on someone new, like, every week.”
“No—it’s not someone.” Keith brings his head up, and it feels as heavy on his neck as if it were his center of gravity, and he meets Lance’s eyes with his own. Keith doesn’t mean to communicate something through their silence, he just kind of gets caught up in staring at Lance’s face, which tends to happen lately. Sharp features, cheekbones and chin. Impossible eyes and a loud mouth as expressive as his eyebrows. But Lance seems to come to some understanding on his own. He sits back in a rare, rare moment of speechlessness, that mouth of his slightly pursed and twitching in its search for words in what can only be, though Keith doesn’t know much about body language, immense confusion on the brink of realization.”
Or: Keith acknowledges his feelings for Lance and promptly goes through the five stages of grief.
(i know this is a classic and everyone knows this authors fics which are rad af but their writing is just - *clenches fist* - so fucking good and the way they write keith and lance? the banter? the flirting? slow burn???)
cube of love by KaSaPe (5k)
Coran asks Lance and Hunk to help find him… something. That starts with T. Neither of them really knows what they are looking for though, so they end up talking about feelings and accidentally find something else - a small, floating cube that leads to a confession in the most awkward of ways.
(this is really cute and has one of the most creative ways to ever profess your undying love for your rival)
a kiss is a kiss (but it’s never like this) by GibbousLunation (25k)
“How does this keep happening to us, every time.” Lance grumbled.
“You’d think they’d stop sending us on away missions,” he agreed. Honestly, between the poisonous plants of their last planet, and Lance’s tendency to always end up on the business end of every blaster or pointy ended stick, Allura was just being inefficient at this point.
Or, five times Keith kissed Lance but the situation was less than ideal, and one time Lance finally kissed him back.
(angst?? fluff?? dangerous situations and lots of saving each other in heroic ways and also protecting one another? what’s not to fucking like? check it)
I bought a gun to a knife fight by ShatterinSeconds (2k)
“Who are you?” the man has the audacity to ask as a response.
“No, no, we’re not starting that. I asked you first and I have a gun pointed at your chest, so you should be the one to answer.”
Lance presses the barrel of the pistol against the man’s skin with more force, to emphasize his point further.
“I may have asked second,” he says, lips barely separating as he speaks, “but I’m also the one who has their knife pressed against your throat.”
(i’ve never read any space western aus but i read this the other day and keith and lance are so in character and it’s such a fun read!)
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