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

I'm finally posting old zine pieces I wrote for you guys! Idk why I never did... Loss of motivation I guess? It's been a weird period of life for me but I realized these were just gathering dust and maybe there are people out there who want to read them. So, there are a couple more on the way. :)

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Keith just learned what mistletoe is for.

He was just trying to brood in the doorway and avoid party small talk, and now his mouth tastes like Lance's chapstick and he feels drunk as shit even though Allura mixed the drink he's nursing and she drank half the shot of vodka while making it.

(Lance is hiding in the bathroom leaning against the door with his hand on his chest and his heart pounding, staring at the mirror and trying to practice his "play it cool" face for when he goes back to the party.)

(Hunk is high-fiving Shiro for joking to Lance that he was a homophobe if he didn't go over there and kiss Keith.)

Keith's phone is buzzing now in his pocket and he's dazedly pulling it out to see an Instagram notification. (Pidge tagged him and Lance in a photo.) And now he's letting out a shaky breath with none of the oxygen having made it to his brain before leaving him again, and he's getting another notification, and it's a fresh photo texted to him from Pidge, taken just now as he stared at the Instagram post. His face is crimson in the photo. It's crimson still. He can feel the blood burning through his skin.

He tries to finish his drink and as he's bringing the cup back down he nearly chokes as he tries to swallow, because Lance is there between one second and the next, grinning slyly at him and reaching for the empty red solo cup. He raises an eyebrow as Keith relinquishes the cup, and his eyes drag upward, past Keith's head and up the door frame. Fuck, he's still standing in the same spot. And it's still there. The mistletoe. God. Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

Lance's smirk grows, and Keith's never felt more flustered.

"Refill?"

Lance says it smoothly. Easily. Nonchalantly. Like they didn't just kiss each other on the mouth on Christmas Day in front of all their friends. Like it wasn't a life-changing moment. Like Keith hadn't been reaching up and about to touch Lance's face right when he pulled away, and Keith hadn't snatched his hand back before making contact, brought back to himself from outer space like an out-of-control rocket crashing back to Earth.

"Uh....yeah," Keith replies, and yes his voice does crack, and yes he does hate himself for it.

Even with the 'yes,' he still lingers. "It's funny," Lance says. "You're still standing here... Almost like you want me to kiss you again or something." Keith opens his mouth to retort with something scathing, but Lance just laughs and goes on, "It's okay, I'll settle for an indirect kiss this time." He shakes Keith's cup, peeking at the tiny remainder of drink at the bottom, then raises the cup to his lips and drinks it. Maddeningly, he winks.

Keith slaps the empty cup out of Lance's hand. Flecks of liquid paint the kitchen floor.

Against his palm, his phone buzzes again. Another photo of Keith's agonizing demise, undoubtedly. He doesn't look at it and instead skips straight to turning and glaring at Pidge, who falls into a fit of laughter the second Keith makes eye contact.

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Hunk: so this is your childhood bedroom huh. Love it. Thanks for inviting us all over

Lance: yep! And my parents left it pretty much untouched while I was away, so you're getting prime unfiltered preteen lance

Hunk (staring at lance's teenage Poster & Magazine Cutout Wall): wow. it's INCREDIBLE that I never realized you weren't straight.

Lance: why do you say that

Hunk: (pointing at the wall, giggling) do you have a TYPE, do you think, when it comes to guys?

Lance: no.... I don't think so...

Lance: (Actually looks at the wall)

Lance:

Lance: FUCK (frantically starts tearing off random clippings of bad boy characters & actors with longish black hair)

Hunk: yeah I don't think you're gonna get those all off the wall before keith makes it up the stairs buddy

Lance: HUNK SHUT UP AND HELP ME

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Where the Water Meets the Sky

Chapter 8 - The Luna Cafe

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Till the Stars Go Dark

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>> Read Till the Stars Go Dark here!

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Good Vibrations

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a 60s klance au

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Read about Lance and Keith trying to make it to the 1969 Apollo launch, and other visions of klance across the 20th century in:

Retrospect

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Chapter 7 - Open Sea

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YO SO I FINISHED THE NEXT CHAPTER OF WHERE THE WATER MEETS THE SKY!! FINALLY! it still needs to be edited some more but it'll be up next Friday

here's a sneak peak 👀 babes thank you so much for sticking around and being patient and kind

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We’re in the dog days now, Leandro.

That’s what Papá always said when July rolled around. When the days were the longest and the light didn’t fully leave the sky until 9pm.

Those summer days were long and endless, which was a blessing or a curse, depending on where you were and what you were doing. If it was a day that Lance got to spend with Hunk and Pidge on the Boardwalk, or whiling away the hours with Keith by messing around out in the harbor, or hiking in the woods with his family to the hidden creeks to dip their toes in for hours, then it was a blessing. But it wasn’t always like that. Sometimes, like that one summer when he was thirteen, the family van got a flat tire at high noon, eighty miles east of the city in the grasslands where there wasn’t any shade, and Lance resorted to laying under the car while Marco and Papá toiled uselessly over the engine while Mamá argued on the phone with the tow truck over how many miles away they were. Summer days were always the longest when all Lance wanted was for them to end. Please, he thought, laying under that car with a dry tongue and dirt in his hair, please, just let this day end.

The dog days came early this year.

In April, to be exact, settling on the land as Lance watched Keith’s white-and-red tailfin flick through a wave and vanish for the last time.

The first morning after Keith’s departure, Lance found himself down in the grotto even though there was no reason for him to come here now. Not with Keith gone. It would be months and months before he returned, and even that was a conservative estimate. This journey of Keith’s, to find his family in the distant reaches of the southern hemisphere and come all the way back again, would most likely take an entire year. But… part of him was hoping Keith had changed his mind about the whole thing, and that’s why Lance dragged himself down here to the grotto at first light, before the sun had even risen over the mountains.

Stupid. The grotto was empty, of course. The cold echoes of his own footsteps mocked him, so different from the soft wet splashes that usually betrayed Keith’s presence in the cave, and which were so glaringly absent now. Keith never changed his mind once he'd made it up to do something.

Still, Lance came back to the grotto every day for the whole summer.

Just to check in.

Just in case.

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keep an eye out for the rest of this chapter next friday !