HannaLu

Hannah • 20 • She/Her • Please do not repost my art without permission • Main blog: @hmsazzie98 • Instagram: @hannalu_art • Twitter: @HannaLu_art

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surfer Lance x skater Keith

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25228036/chapters/61151479

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based on this video:

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Fly Me to the Moon

Keith/Lance: long distance oneshot

Summary:

“Wanna stay here forever,” Lance had murmured with his lips tickling the shell of Keith’s ear, who lays between his legs where they’re both sprawled out on an endless coast of sand. Atlantic waters curl into mellow waves before sweeping onto the land’s edge and collapsing in a foamy froth. They’re distant, yet loud enough to rival the sound of Lance’s hands brushing along the fabric of Keith’s shirt and doing all he can not to cling there before August can arrive. It was July 27th, one day until his birthday, eighteen days until Keith leaves for California, and the latter is something far more apprehensive.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24767944

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surfer Lance x skater Keith

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25228036/chapters/61151479

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

based on this video:

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Fly Me to the Moon

Keith/Lance: long distance oneshot

Summary:

“Wanna stay here forever,” Lance had murmured with his lips tickling the shell of Keith’s ear, who lays between his legs where they’re both sprawled out on an endless coast of sand. Atlantic waters curl into mellow waves before sweeping onto the land’s edge and collapsing in a foamy froth. They’re distant, yet loud enough to rival the sound of Lance’s hands brushing along the fabric of Keith’s shirt and doing all he can not to cling there before August can arrive. It was July 27th, one day until his birthday, eighteen days until Keith leaves for California, and the latter is something far more apprehensive.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24767944

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Wish You Were Here

Keith/Lance, Quarantine oneshot

So I may have totally forgot to post this on here 😭 anyway check it out!!

Summary:

“Shiro said you were having a hard time,” Lance says as they rock from side to side and another quiet gush of Keith’s tears slides over his skin. He doesn’t seem to care for any discomfort, and his tame voice rumbles on. “Figured I’d come over and bully you myself.” They both laugh, but it sounds more like a couple chokes, and Keith doesn’t question the wet prickle against his own ear now. “I broke quarantine cause I missed my grump, also I’ve only been out out once a week, I think the Starbucks lady is getting sick of me— Anaya, but she doesn’t know my name though it’s just “you again?””

Or: Keith struggles with depression and quarantine adds to the already unbearable weight. Though Lance can’t fix it, he can remind Keith he’s still loved.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24348421

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Here Comes the Rain Again

Keith/Lance: hurt/comfort oneshot

Summary:

lt starts with making a friend.

The raw excitement is a burst comparable to a sun’s flare, with a scorching and brazen air of unadulterated enthusiasm for what’s to come, and what can be left behind. It’s new, he feels his past misfortune can crumble after each step like a slowly collapsing stone bridge. His optimism paints a garden of potential on the other side, where he can catch the mistakes he made from his last fallouts to avoid tripping over rock and collapsing into the gnarled, unforgiving limbs of a rose bush.

Life is good. He won’t mess up.

Or: Lance tries maintaining his friendships, but can’t seem to quit being a bother.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24411832

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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My Blood (Oneshot)

Here’s a fwb oneshot I made w pining Lance:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23939605

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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PUCK IT! (A Klance hockey fic)

Chapter one is up!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23708695/chapters/56927467

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Adore You (Deaf Keith/Hearing Lance)

the long awaited chapter 9 has finally been posted

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22113730/chapters/57949354

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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PUCK IT! (A Klance hockey fic)

Chapter One will be uploaded tonight on my ao3

Sneak peak:

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Adore You (Deaf Keith/Hearing Lance)

Chapter 6 is up!

Summary:

‘Hawaiiii,’ Keith repeats and cranes his neck forward, smiling through the last of it just to milk the small mistake.

‘Okay! Good looking! I’m so sorry, please forgive me!’

Keith only stalls and looks upward, toward the smooth paint across the ceiling as if it sparks the most interest he can muster. ‘Maybe,’ he turns his hand and continues looking aside thoughtfully.

Lance reaches up to grab his jaw before turning Keith’s face in his direction. For a moment he’s satisfied, Keith returns a smothering kiss and roams down Lance’s side with sureness in his palms, handling Lance’s narrow hips intently before suddenly diving down and—

“AGH!”

—flinging Lance’s entire body over one shoulder.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22113730/chapters/54229186

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Adore You (Deaf Keith/Hearing Lance)

Chapter 6 is up!

Summary:

‘Hawaiiii,’ Keith repeats and cranes his neck forward, smiling through the last of it just to milk the small mistake.

‘Okay! Good looking! I’m so sorry, please forgive me!’

Keith only stalls and looks upward, toward the smooth paint across the ceiling as if it sparks the most interest he can muster. ‘Maybe,’ he turns his hand and continues looking aside thoughtfully.

Lance reaches up to grab his jaw before turning Keith’s face in his direction. For a moment he’s satisfied, Keith returns a smothering kiss and roams down Lance’s side with sureness in his palms, handling Lance’s narrow hips intently before suddenly diving down and—

“AGH!”

—flinging Lance’s entire body over one shoulder.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22113730/chapters/54229186

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Do any of you know about that one painting with Aphrodite being born out of lava with a black swan by her side or did i completely hallucinate that? Been searching for a while but i can’t find it for shit.

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I tried googling that description but no luck either, anyone might know what painting this might be (or if it does exist? cause it sounds sick lol)

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It took a bit of googling magic, but I think I’ve found it.

This is “Kindled” by Laura K. Cannon, which is part of her portfolio that can be found here: http://navate.com/2wk6im1sartc92iwza7il07bxq2mk5

Is this what you were looking for? @sakyubaso

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I’m in love.

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Y'all I’m-

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the original artist states:

“This went kinda viral on tumblr and people are arguing whether it’s a painting of Aphrodite. It’s not. If she must be a goddess, I think she’d be Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of fire.

But it doesn’t depict anyone specifically. After some soul-searching I realize that, while I wasn’t thinking about it at the time, it’s a painting about battling depression. I live with MDD so the idea of emerging from the depths is a powerful thing for me.

Is she being born from the lava, or is she climbing out of Hell? I think it’s both.”

so. not Aphrodite, but someone beautiful nonetheless

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Adore You (Deaf Keith/Hearing Lance)

Chapter 5 is now posted!

Summary:

He’s never done anything wrong, per say, the mood is just unpredictable. There’s a lot to Lance he wants to uncover, so he rides along with his enigmatic energy for now with the distant hope that maybe Lance will just tell him what’s going on, instead of kissing him with what feels like a secret.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22113730/chapters/53693275

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Adore You (Deaf Keith/Hearing Lance)

Chapter 4 is now posted!

Summary:

Lance continues to comb through loose strands and tuck them behind his ear. Keith doesn’t mind. He leans into it with a pleased sigh and turns into a puddle from those barely-there, featherlight touches. Lance could kiss him there if he wanted, but instead they gaze at one another with the shell of a romantic stare, and Lance wets his lips before pinching a joint between them and taking a lustful drag.

Shotgun shotgun shotgun—

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Adore You (Deaf Keith/Hearing Lance)

Chapter 3 is up now!

Summary:

Lance glances past him for a moment and sees the Arizona sunset slowly melting into rich hues of vibrant orange and bleeding red behind lines of jagged mountains. It’s a sight he disappointedly can never get right on camera, so instead he lets its gradually fading life tuck away into his memory and eventually become another pocket of nostalgia. Luckily, Keith is here with him. And unlike a short-lived painting in the sky, Keith stays anchored to the ground, striking a different sense of awe in Lance’s dreadfully poetic mind.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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My Blood (Deaf Keith/Hearing Lance)

Chapter 2 is up!!

Summary:

Keith sits up further, the rumpled blanket falling from his chest as his curiosity peaks. ‘Lance?’ He mimics the vaguely familiar name sign. ‘L-A-N-C-E M-C-C-L-A-I-N?’

Shiro nods and shifts from one hip to the other, clearly growing more impatient. But the thing is?

‘It’s Sunday. Tell him to find someone else.’ He rolls his eyes and flops back under the pleasant warmth of his comforter.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works