Nov 12, 2024
tiny comic based off a scene I found hilarious from Boyfriend Material by winterkeep
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tiny comic based off a scene I found hilarious from Boyfriend Material by winterkeep
child of space
The FINAL chapter of A Little Death will come out March 15th, 2026
Keith’s mother visits him in his sleep. The crafty hands of somnolence mold her face out of hues of purple, yellow, and black. He knows nothing of her, not her stature, the tilt of her eyes, or her hair. Keith doesn’t know whether she’s covered in tufts of fur, like a bear, or is smooth like a seal. As a child, Keith would stand in front of a mirror and make a game of theorizing which of his traits belonged to her. He’d try to map these features onto this mystery woman. Sometimes, Keith would try to draw her. The pictures would come out all wrong. He’d take one look at them and understand that it couldn’t be his mother.
Keith doesn’t play that game anymore. He doesn’t have time to stand in front of a mirror, and he only draws during banal meetings. His art extends to spiralling scribbles and scrappy sketches of the other paladins and animals.
Dreams are different. His soporific fatigue leads Keith into a maze. He stumbles through, turning right and left and left and right, backing out of dead ends, and searching for a road. In one of these pathways, Keith runs into his mother. She is faceless.
My beautiful besties I need a good hurt/comfort fic for Klance preferably longer and set in the canon verse. Pls I beg drop recs if you know any good ones it can be any rating
All Allura knows how to do is give.
When she was a kid, and a court official’s child wanted her doll, her mother silently tugged it from her hands and placed it in theirs.
“We are royalty, Allura,” she had murmured, white hair glistening around her face under strong sunlit rays. “What belongs to us must always belong to our people.”
Her mother had seemed so otherworldly and powerful in that moment, gentle and yet unwavering all at once.
Allura knew she’d do anything to be like her, so she bit back her tears and nodded, swallowing the knot in her throat.
Then, the world changed. No, that wasn’t quite right.
The world died.
It blasted into shards too numerous and fragile to count, thrusting her into a deep sleep, and jolting her back just when she was on the cusp of a blissful, silent infinity. Reopening her eyes was like staring into a fluorescent nightmare. Her beloved home, her planet, had expanded in what felt like a day. She had gone from a figure on a rock, hurtling through space like all other living things, to a woman who was meant to see the universe all at once care deeply for every other creature.
Allura recalled her mother. She remembered sweet gentle hands and a tough, steady spirit. With arms wide open, she gave and gave all she had left, which wasn’t much.
First, she gave her castle. The last ties to her family now rested in the trust of five strange, well-meaning but ignorant humans. While the lions weren’t hers to hand over, that castle was, and each memory of her parents it held refused to fade as new ones of the team began sprouting.
Then, she gave her body. When she did finally enter the throes of battle, her strength and stamina advantages were still no match for the might of entire armies. She hid bruised ribs and sore joints from the team, took the occasional cut and scar from avoiding the pods.
Occasionally, mirrors haunt her. Allura still can feel her old body, the way it used to be soft edges and graceful curves. As a princess, she’d been known to slide effervescently across the dance floor.
As a warrior, she breaks.
It only made sense that she would give her mind as well. Though she prefers not to dwell, the nightmares are there. Occasionally, she trembles at a sound or a scent. Goosebumps follow her at every step.
But she keeps stepping forward anyways. No lingering. No hesitation.
So, when the battle reaches its epic climax, when the sounds of clanging and screams drown out every murmuring thing, when Allura can see into that infinity and all its gentle, unwavering light—
—she makes a choice. Isn’t she allowed to be selfish, for once? At last?
Because…
Because for all his foolishness. All his pompous, ridiculous commentary. All his lanky, uncoordinated movements and trite remarks and annoying habits.
Lance McClain is a boy who knows how to love. In her final days, after a lifetime of existing for others, Allura wants. She craves. She hungers for a time, a place, a people who loved her. Lance embodies that, shockingly enough, with his kind eyes and his tall, sure embraces.
Allura knows that her foreshadowed sacrifice will hurt him. When she vanishes from this plane, she wonders if people will call her awful for how she hurt him. Unfortunately, she just can’t help herself.
Despite everything, she’s still scared. And she’d rather have his warm, gentle, loving touch to guide her into that infinity than nothing. She’d like a glimpse of what is promised to her on the other side. Something to make her strong, allow her to slip into false confidence, and stay with her as she takes those final steps.
As she is showered in bright light.
As she hears the otherworldly and powerful.
As the sunlight shimmers down on her.
She turns her face to the warmth, remembering the taste of tears in her honor, knowing she was and will be forever loved. It is peace and it is relief.
Covered in scars, she walks toward bliss, having finally given everything.
Shiro: We need someone to fill in for Lance at the meeting. Pidge: I think Keith is already filling Lance... Hunk: Pidge! Pidge: What? It's true! I already cockblocked them three times. Shiro: Three times?! Pidge: Hey, it's your fault if Keith is a vicious ass. He got that from someone, and Matt told me all the times he caught you and Adam!
klance fic recs pt. 3, July 2025 <3
for more, view my may and june rec lists too! organized by word count, and there's more under the cut! i was on a 7 hour flight this month sozzz yeah i read a bunch
a row of captured ghosts by kashuumitsus // 2.3k // Post Canon Divergence
writer's synopsis:
In the first year in space, Lance still holds out hope that they'll get to return to Earth soon. That he'll get to see his family, that nothing has changed much. In the second year in space, Lance is starting to lose hope, starting to realize that he might never get back. In the sixth year in space, Lance thinks it might be better if he never makes it home. After ten years in space, Lance makes it back to Earth, but nothing is as he remembers.
my notes: deeply heartbreaking oneshot about Lance trying/failing to fit back into home after 10 years away at war. a few lines in this made me legitimately tear up
Worth It by europa_report // 2.9k // Canon
writer's synopsis:
“C’mon,” Lance complains. “You gotta have something worth sneaking out for.” “Nah," Keith answers dryly. He marches stoically downhill, but blanches when Allura plants her hands on his shoulders and coos, “Keith’s actually got something really worthwhile.” “Really?” Lance drawls. Cause what’s he gonna do, throw darts? Glare at the other wallflowers til they wilt? Quelling an eyeroll, Keith says, “I’m meeting someone.” OR After a week of mind-numbing political meets, Lance finds the only thing on Cyantine worth sneaking out for: an afterparty. The only problem? Keith's found something even more worthwhile. And Lance does not like it.
my notes: this fic opened my eyes to jealous lance i WILL be munching more of it in the future!! i liked the the team dynamic bits in here a lot <3
If You Need Me, I'm Here Now by Riceisgood123 // 5.4k // AU
writer's synopsis:
“What the hell, man?” Keith whirled on him as soon as he let go of his arm, a spark of disproportionate rage flaring through his chest, but Lance wasn’t even looking at him, his bag shifted over his shoulder as he dug around in the pockets. He opened his mouth to demand Lance tell him what the fuck was going on when he met Keith’s gaze and beat him to it. “You’re bleeding,” Lance said simply as he pulled a pad out of his bag and held it out towards him. Keith’s teeth clacked shut, the words dying on his tongue as his stomach plummeted straight through the floor and he felt all the blood drain out of his face before it came surging back, hot, hot, hot as he was overcome with pure, unadulterated mortification. Or: Keith gets his period. Lance is there to help.
my notes: the perfect fluff/caring for each other fic i needed rn. Characterization is spot on and funny. there are set to be other parts in this series and i'm soooo sat for that. also may have already talked about this but i live for trans keith
Hey there friends Ch15 of Chasing the Limit is now up!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summer Break: Part 1 🏖️
Everything starts as it always does: with a diplomatic mission on a strange planet. Lance is loving Hebeyl: c'mon, which sentiment would be more appropriate? It's literally known as "The Planet of Love"! No Galra attacks, no weird sacrificial rituals, no hostile locals... This is the dream. ... Apart from a tiny, little, completely unfair detail: somehow, Lance ends up cursed by a Priestess— something about "lying to his own heart" and "deceiving himself", or whatever. And the kicker? No one, not even Hebeyl's King, knows what the curse will actually do to him. But when accidents and misfortunes start piling up, impacting not only Lance but the whole team, everything slowly clicks: this goddamn curse... might have something to do with one dumb mullet boy, who's been tormenting his thoughts for months. Great.
Keith/Lance | Teen and Up Audiences | four chapters | canon divergence | slow burn | alien love curse
After your lovely feedback here, I decided to finally post the first chapter of my new klance fic, “The Craving” :) If you’d like to check it out, you can either click above or here ♡
Here’s the summary:
Everything starts as it always does: with a diplomatic mission on a strange planet.
Lance is loving Hebeyl: c'mon, which sentiment would be more appropriate? It's literally known as "The Planet of Love"! No Galra attacks, no weird sacrificial rituals, no hostile locals... This is the dream
.... Apart from a tiny, little, completely unfair detail: somehow, Lance ends up cursed by a Priestess— something about "lying to his own heart" and "deceiving himself", or whatever. And the kicker? No one, not even Hebeyl's King, knows what the curse will actually do to him.
But when accidents and misfortunes start piling up, impacting not only Lance but the whole team, everything slowly clicks: this goddamn curse... might have something to do with one dumb mullet boy, who's been tormenting his thoughts for months. Great.
Let me know what you think about this first chapter!!
(And thank you to @closetsof-backlogged-dreams for betaing it ♡)