To combat all of the klance fics that forget that the other team members exist, I need to gather a collection of fics I find where everyone's friendships are the immediate priority of the story or deep dives into their characters and personalities and relationships to each other with Klance just being background noise. But specifically not where another romantic ship is the immediate priority either, just like Hunk and Pidge having an argument that maybe starts off like it's about Klance and as we move further through it, it's actually about a much deeper part of their friendship and everyone else including klance are kinda just reacting to and being involved in a capacity that isn't like "but honestly, let's all be thankful for these soulmates and their soulmate...ness" and is actually them having a relationship but also having a meaningful connection with their friends
I do understand that I could just write this, but the inherent joy of finding somebody else who wants this and has written this is more what I want than just going "eh guess I'll do it myself"
Also don't get me wrong, romance is cool and all and I like reading stuff about that and seeing the interesting stories people can make for those relationships, I would just also like to find more friendship based stuff where when I look for it, it isn't background to the romantic relationship, and without removing the romantic relationship entirely as its still interesting - is this making sense I feel like I'm rambling nonsense now and I feel like I'm asking for a thing that is gonna turn out to have been a stupid question aghhhhh
And at this point I'm starting to think the theory I have about me maybe being aromantic is starting to unfold further shush!
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The pillow he’s hugging is absolutely not cutting it. Aside from the travesty that it’s his only one (the fact that all the paladin rooms only have one pillow is beyond horrifying, and something Lance as been frantically trying to remedy, but first has to scour the castle for some kind of suitable stuffing. It’s been an arduous journey), it’s just not it. He huffs, flipping over and bunching up his (ridiculously thin) blanket and stuffing that in his arms, too. That works for a few minutes, until he starts to feel restless again and then he’s back at square one.
Hunk sighs again. He sits up. He stares at the wall for a bit. He shifts and then stares at the ceiling. He swings around and places his feet on the floor — it’s cold, it takes conscious effort to keep his bare feet on the tile. (When Lance is done with the pillows, if he’s bored, Hunk should ask if he can help him make a rug, or something.) He taps his fingers on the golden yellow, silk-like fabric of his new pajama pants. He hums. It’s a nice break in the silence, the humming.
Hunk straightens. Oh! Oh. That’s a great idea. He should go sleep with Lance; he’s the noisiest sleeper Hunk knows. Also, Hunk misses sharing a room with him.
He stands, sliding his feet into the awesome Yellow Lion slippers Lance made for everyone (even Keith, which he refuses to acknowledge. Hunk thinks it’s cute. So does literally everyone else. Lance also made pink and orange lion slippers for Allura and Coran respectively, and Hunk knows for a fact that anyone’s reluctance towards Lance melted immediately upon receiving them).
He walks carefully over to Lance’s room, tiptoeing especially carefully past Keith’s room (in case Keith really does have cool Galran hearing). He doesn’t bother knocking, figuring Lance is both unconscious and willing to let him in. The faint blue light in the hallway bleeds into the room, gently illuminating Lance’s lax, sleeping face. Hunk steps all the way in and closes the door behind him. The soft light in the room doesn’t fade, the glow from the red Balmeran crystal pushing the shadows away.
Thinking of Balmera makes Hunk smile. He shakes it away — they’ll get there soon.
“Lance,” he whispers, “get up.”
Lance mumbles something about cheese and starshine.
“Lance.”
“Keithmhph. Hair. Mm.”
Hunk grins. He wishes he was recording, but it’s not like anyone will have a hard time believing him. The Klance Pining is as visible as the Great Lakes are from the moon.
“What about Keith’s hair?”
To Hunk’s endless joy, that is the thing that wakes Lance up. He blinks a few times, groggy and distorted.
“—eith —” he blinks one more time, and big brown eyes finally focus on Hunk, widening a little when it really clinks.
“Hunk!” he says brightly. Hunk’s chest warms. There’s nothing like your mere presence literally and genuinely lighting someone up. It’s nearly impossibly to feel horrible about yourself when someone immediately feels joy just by seeing you.
“Hey, Lance.”
Lance grins at him again. It’s so wide and happy that his eyes crinkle. He pats the space beside him. “What’s up?”
Hunk doesn’t need any more of an invitation, and crawls onto Lance’s bed. He settles with his back to the wall, and Lance doesn’t hesitate to flop on top of him, long uncoordinated limbs going everywhere (including Hunk’s face, for which Lance shoots him a sheepish smile, but Hunk isn’t mad. He knows Lance and, by extension, his falling arms).
Once Lance has wiggled around enough to make himself comfortable, he blindly reaches up to pat Hunk on the cheek. “What’s wrong? You have a nightmare?”
“Nah, just couldn’t sleep.”
“…Was it because of the shitty pillows.”
Hunk snorts. Lance knows him, alright. “Yes.”
“Well, I’m workin on ‘em, Hunky-Bear. Ily.”
“Saying the words has the same amount of syllables as the acronym, you know.”
“Yes, but I’m fun and quirky.”
“That you are, dude.”
“Hm.”
They lie there for long enough that Hunk thinks Lance has maybe fallen back asleep, but then his legs kick out in the air and he resumes fidgeting around.
“Can you tell me something fun and gossipy?”
Something gossipy, during a sleepover with his best friend. Hunk bites his lip. An image comes to mind immediately, but it will come with a lot of teasing, that’s for sure.
But, huh. It’s not like Hunk doesn’t have a laundry list of things he can tease Lance about, so.
“There’s the slightest possibility,” Hunk starts, and Lance squeals immediately, shooting upright and shaking Hunk’s shoulders.
“Shay! Shay! You have a crush on Shay! Oh my God, tell me every single detail!”
Hunk laughs, because of course that’s what Lance was waiting to hear.
“Yeah, yeah, you got me.”
“Of course I gotcha, moon eyes!”
“Who are you calling moon eyes?” Hunk asks, eyebrow raised. “I’m not the one who sighs Keith’s name in my sleep.”
Lance’s face flames. “I do not do that!”
“Dude, I literally just watched you do it.”
“Nuh-uh!”
“Yeah-huh!”
“Nope!”
“Yeah — Jesus, do you want to hear about Shay or not?”
Lance’s mouth clamps shut so hard his jaw clicks, a little. He mimes zipping his mouth shut. Hunk rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling.
“She’s just… she’s so bright. She’s lived underground her whole life, but she shines brighter than anything. Her smile is breathtaking, Lance, seriously. She’s so kind. And she’s funny! God, and she’s beautiful, Lance, holy shit. She sparkles. I’m just… I really like her, Lance. I really do.”
Lance smiles softly at him. He scrambles to his knees, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Hunk’s forehead, making a loud ‘mwah’ noise. “I’m so happy for you!” he says. “Yay Hunk and Shay!”
Hunk laughs, knocking his head gently onto Lance’s. “Thanks, dude.”
Lance hums again and scooches back down, throwing his half-dozen blankets (originally he only had one like the rest of them, but he was coming to every morning briefing absolutely shivering, so Hunk talked to Coran so Lance didn’t freeze to death in the night) over their shoulders and settling in.
“Feel free to tell me more,” he says though a yawn, “but full disclosure my eyelids are pulling themselves together, so I might fall asleep. In case I do: I love you lots and lots and I’ll see you in the morning.”
Hunk smiles softly. “I love you lots and lots too, dude.”
He accepts Lance’s manhandling of his limbs until he’s in a comfy position, then talks quietly about Shay and all the reasons she’s amazing until he feels the small puddle of drool on his shoulder, telling him Lance is totally out. (Which. Is gross. But Hunk loves Lance, so.)
He smiles again as his own eyes start to close, finally comfortable with the soft noises of the room and the koala hold of his best friend.
Maybe he can get used to space after all.
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There aren't a lot of reincarnating klance fic to choose from so i will make some ideals myself (•́⌄•́๑)૭✧
In this world there are four type of people with four abilities.
The first one is the ability to bend elements or cast spell ,they are called sorcerer each person can bend one element.(only the worthy one can bend more than one and one with the most ability is water bender : not only can they bend water they can also bend clouds, ice, blood, spirits and healing )
The second one is the ability to transfer mana to their weapons.the are called warrior
The third one is ones that dont have any abilities
The last one is the saint who can heal people can heal messages from god.
This is Lance Deangelo Mcclain second life, he is the duke's youngest son with the power to bend water, in his previous he was Keith's (Solomon Kogane) rival. Keith is the result of an affair between Krolia Holloway kogane and a villager name ken. Keith was a lone wolf, who was scared by nearly everyone because of his power : the ability to control fire and transfer his mana into his weapons. To be honest lance was the only student beside Lotor Damon Daizara to ever talked to keith.
He would alway try to compete with keith, never leaving him alone, they even ended up loving the same girl who is a commonar that was chosen to be the saint althought she hasn't have any power yet but with a kind heart . He later found out that ....(oc's name) have three other suitors as well. Heartbreak lance stand down and met another man name Ryan Fletcher kinkade (his new best friend) but both got killed by none other than keith, who was control by someone (but lance didn't know this). So in this life he decided that his and ryan's dead was all because of keith so he quits being his rival and avoid him. He meet ryan again and finds out he also remember his past life (and his feelings for lance).
Keith is quit sock that mcclain stopped talking to him, inviting him to some stupid competitions, and avoid him. It was peaceful at first but soon he got lonely because mcclain was one of the only peoples who doesn't treated him like shit when talking to him. True mcclain is..well was his rival but lance respected him, treated him like his equal, he never insult keith other than his hair and doesn't talk about keith's father infront of him. He invited lance to competitions himself but got rejected because lance was hanging out with his other friend Tsuyoshi Aurelie Garrett , Darrell Stoker Katie Holt and the new transfer student name ryan fletcher kinkade or just making excuses to avoid keith. There a rumor that lance and kinkade( like what kind of last name is kinkade ? ) is dating because of their interactions toward eachother (come on!!! ryance ? What kind of ship name is that ? Klance is so much better ). Another rumor that a commonar girl have been chosen to be the saint, who is studying at this school like keith (so ? Like he care about some stupid saint. His main priority now is how to make lance notice him again, like thing used to or maybe be his friend and how manly children would they have)
He thought that lance would never even look at him again and he will die in loneliness but one night he found LANCE IN HIS BED DRUNK AND HALF NAKED(IS GOD TRYING TO TELL HIM SOMTHING....? OR IS THIS WHAT SHIRO MEAN BY PATIENCE YIELDS FOCUS..?) and should he go for it ?
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