elli bluemantics

Hey….heh…only took me checks watch ten months-I mean minutes…to respond to this…yeah

Luckily I’ve amassed some amazing recs in that time!!

Ongoing Fics (They def will be completed trust):

Stray by bluemantics/@bluemanticism

You’re in for a ride for this fic. That’s what I’m telling you. This fic starts off with a BANG!! It’s crazy the author is sooooo descriptive and it’s one of those fics where every detail counts. I’m sitting here squinting at the screen like it’s gonna give me hints. Crazy.

escape velocity by existwound/@existwound

Fic of the year or something. Sooo much storytelling and emotions and parallels. I feel so moved by this fic. It makes me wanna do push ups (good thing)!! Read it now.

Say Your Piece and Let It Linger by StillKicking/@still--kicking

This fic has TWISTS AND TURNS!! It’s such a cute birthday fic!…but there’s something deeper going on…hmmm….AAAHAHGS. WHAT IS IT I NEED TO KNOWWWWWW!!! <- this is a demonstration of how you feel when you read this fic.

Part Time Soulmate, Full Time Problem by StillKicking/@still--kicking

Oh…what’s this? Recc-ing StillKicking twice in a row? YEAH CUZ THEIR FICS BE BALLING BRO. THEY BE KICKING (did you get the joke). This is like the soulmate fic. Ever. Across alllll fandoms like idc she invented soulmates. And klance. Yeah. Nonchalantly nods.

What’s Your Type, Mullet? by appapapa

Read all of this last nite bc im insane ab it and its sooo good. Slow burn!! SO much yearning. These boys love each other. I’m clicking my heels together and doing a handstand.

Finished Fics:

Runnin' Back To You by theoriginalriffles/@theoriginalriffles

No one should know how many times I reread this fic. This is a post canon beauty idk how the author does it. I’m so so crazy. What the freak. This fic lowk about me the way I be running back to it.

Tangled by KeithyKeefers

What a BEAUTIFUL one shot that peers into lance’s soul with a microscope. I Love soulmate au. I legit can’t say more w/o spoiling my lips are shut go reaaad!

Come Back to Me, Baby by truelovetakesawhile

DO NOT BE DETERRED BY THE MCD this fic is not a tragedy!! Lotta angst but the summary should explain it. Fulfilling and bittersweet ending. Very philosophical fic. Makes you THINK. I love it so dearly.

kiss me thru the phone by dumdum69

This author has the largest vocabulary ever genuinely they themselves might be oxford dictionary. I be dropping everything to read this fic the way the author drops banger bars every other line. And this fic is sooo funny it cracks me the fuck up.

been living in a lonesome galaxy by Katranga/@katranga

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. AAAAAAA-

Love in Motion by Riceisgood123/@riceisgood123

Okay whateva its an ongoing series buuut it has finished parts! That I am OBSESSED with. I think about this fic a little TOO much. Thank you Ella for bringing me enlightenment (dming me this fic).

close to you by hearttpoem/@hearttpoem

This list isn’t complete without a hearttpoem fic! Genuinely the best fluff out there. Makes my heart feel whole. Guess that’s why they call you HEARTtpoem. This fic is just sooooo sweet and like nice and like. I’m literally smiling writing this stop wtf.

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A few extra notes:

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This will likely be the cheapest round of commissions I offer! In the future, I’ll probably raise them once I’m used to the process.

thank you!! insane to me that people are still reading klance after so many years!

ouuguguh I'm so bad at recs cause I don't get a lot of time to read fics BUT:

☾ Scar by iybms (3.8k)

short, sweet, makes me physically ill to my stomach. I dream of making people feel the way this makes me feel

☾ A Million Miles Between Us by existwound (65k)

i adore watching keith get absolutely blended and no one blends him up better than existwound. what more can i say

☾ Terminal Velocity by Speaks (26k)

i've recommended this before but it has me thinking about it YEARS on. violence! and the crowd cheers

☾ Other by Tango_Dancer (11k)

this is my dirty laundry, if dirty laundry was completely different and 11k and made me feverish. this is the version of lance's family that i will EAT UP

☾ Ricochet by bluemantics (23k)

love a good collection of fics all building up to something ooouughhhh i love it. prequel to Walk With Me, which sits within my to do list

☾ Closer (I love you or I want to, but I don't know how) by Riceisgood123 (12k)

this characterization of keith and lance makes me wild

haven't read but ooooooh ouuuugh they're on my list:

☾ A Little Death by AsterikaMay

throw! that guy (keith kogane)! around!

☾ None Walk the Earth by honeyspeeches

mmmmmm canon divergence. love this brand of lance

☾ stabbed stars blue by fawnface

His mother would squish up beside him in his twin bed, an arm curled around his back in a way that was somehow secure and cozy at the same time. Back then, they both could fit on that rickety bed with no problem, the star stickers in his room always glowing softly above them in the dim light. Maria would pull a book from his nightstand and flip it open to whichever chapter they were currently on.

“Do you remember what happened last time?” She’d ask, a manicured nail pressed gently to the big header with its number displayed in bold. He always remembered.

Then, without further preamble, she’d begin. Looking back, Lance wasn’t sure which was more captivating: Maria, doing all the voices with the dedication of a professional, or the words, which spun in mountains and rivers and battles and life and death above their heads. He drank it in greedily, and always begged for another page when she reached the chapter’s end.

“It’s time for you to sleep, my heart,” she’d laugh, tucking him in tightly so he couldn’t think to break free and read ahead.

Then, years later, Lance discovered the joy of reading himself. A book in his hands felt heavy, somehow, filled with endless possibilities and disappointments. Most of all, it felt like an escape. A door.

A long, long day of poring over math that made no sense meant an even longer afternoon spent sifting through fantastic images of dragons and magic.

A bad run-in with a bully who called him “stupid” and his ears “freakish” meant eagerly delving into a world of detectives fighting crime and wishing he had their long, dramatic jackets. He wanted that armor.

A fight between him and Rachel meant exploring the deep reaches of space in a book, adventuring across galaxies and planets, which of course led to him discovering the Garrison and Shiro.

Books took him everywhere that his life could not. They made him into a person he could never be. Even if his mother begged him to leave them at home—Lance, you shouldn’t read at the restaurant—he just couldn’t help it. Within those pages, Lance could be anything: a pirate burying treasure to be lost forever, a swordsman dedicated to his craft, a prince rescuing his kingdom from evil. Lance could be bigger than himself. A hero, even.

Maybe it was silly. Rachel definitely thought so, despite the fact that she consumed endless romance books. One time, she called him a nerd, and they wrestled until Maria had to force them apart.

“Lance,” she told him, her hands comforting and sure on his shoulders as they always were. “You’ve always been a dreamer. Don’t listen to your sister; she’s just teasing.”

So Lance kept dreaming. He dreamt so hard and so much that he somehow landed a spot at the Garrison, and sure, cargo pilot wasn’t ideal, but that made him an underdog. All heroes were underdogs at some point. At night, after ritualistic humiliation and failure in front of Iverson’s eyes, there were always the books to remind him what he fought for, why he kept waking up.

They promised more every time.

And when Lance sat in Blue, he thought, this is more. This is what it means to be chosen.

War was not like his fantasies. Or perhaps, Lance wasn’t like his imagination. Darkness crept in quickly, wrapped its tendrils around his ankles and tugged down, down, down. He did not hail their victories for long, not when he knew their cost and sacrifices.

Do you feel like a hero, now? A voice taunted him as he lit a fire in a Galra ship’s engine room.

Do you feel like a hero, now? A child screamed as he walked into their cabin, her hands reddened and blistered from some enemy gas.

Do you feel like a hero, Lance?

It’d be better if he couldn’t feel at all. The pressing shame. The constant fear. The homesickness and loneliness and heartache.

And, when he could admit it to himself, the disappointment. That this wasn’t what he’d expected. That he could have been made for a greater purpose. If anything, he felt more like a cog in a machine than a man.

He was right about one thing, as a kid: Shiro was a hero. And so was Keith, his ever-faithful loyal shadow, following right in his footsteps.

Now, though, Lance couldn’t keep pretending. Maybe he was a hero, in some other life, in some other pages. In this story, though?