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Prompt: Klance wake up together at one of their apartments. They can still remember the night before but it’s foggy. They get breakfast together cute and domestic while remembering meeting the night before. Inspired by the song “Woke Up Late”.

Klance - waking up together after meeting in a bar - 7,995 words
It’s not that Keith doesn’t indulge; it’s just that it’s rare. He’s picky about people, and even pickier about those he lets into his life. While the occasional one night stand isn’t unheard of, he never brings them home. Rarely even remembers their names. And he definitely doesn’t hang around the next morning.

So when he wakes up late with a handsome stranger in his bed… well, he knows there has to be something special about the guy. He’s not sure what it is, but he’s willing to find out.

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When he wakes again, it’s to the feeling of fingers carding through his hair. Slow and rhythmic. Blunt nails idly scratching at his scalp. Smoothing hair back from his face and curling it around his ear.

It’s steady and soothing. Comforting in a way that Keith doesn’t usually let himself indulge in.

As he slowly surfaces to consciousness, he realizes that he’s no longer laying on a firm chest, but rather that he’s curled forward around… legs? The fabric beneath his cheek is a little rough. Denim? There’s a large body behind him, each breath pushing a rib cage against his back, accompanied by soft snores.

That he definitely recognizes as Kosmo. But his dog… wasn’t in the bed earlier?

There’s also a soft humming, casual and low. Absent-minded, like the person doesn’t realize they’re doing it at all.

Keith blinks open blearing eyes, waiting for them to focus before tilting his head back.

It’s the guy from before, but he’s expected this time. What’s not expected, however, is the fact that he’s fully dressed, sitting back against the headboard of Keith’s bed, Keith’s head in his lap, idly scrolling through his phone. At Keith’s movement, his blue gaze drift away from the phone in his hand. A smile curls at his lips as their eyes meet.

“Morning, beautiful,” he says, a chuckle in his voice. It’s less raspy than it was before. Far more composed. “Again.”

“Morning…” Keith grumbles. He squints up at the man, eyes flickering around his grinning, handsome face. He definitely remembers him from the bar, but— “Um…”

“You don’t remember my name, do you?” But instead of sounded offended or disappointed, that shit eating grin only widens.

Keith scowls, lips pursing into a frown and definitely not a pout. “I do,” he insists, lifting a hand to rub his eyes. “Just… give me a moment.”

A fitted shirt stretched across broad shoulders. Faded jeans that mold to a sculpted ass and legs that go on for days. A cocky smile and a bright laugh that draws his attention from across the bar. Sparkling blue eyes, alight with mischief and dark with desire.

A tongue sharp with quips. Bold hands unafraid to roam. The taste of tequila and blue curacao—

“Lance,” he says, hand falling absenting to the thigh beneath his head. He blinks as he looks up. “Blue Motorcycle Lance.”

The man huffs a short laugh, disbelieving and amused. “You remember me by my drink order?”

Keith shrugs. “Usually I only remember customers by their drink orders.”

“But you remember my name with mine?”

“Apparently I do.”

Love Me Twice, Save Me Thrice - Chapter Ten on Ao3

✨Klance
✨Fey Lance / Half-Fey Keith
✨Modern Faerie au
✨Mutual Pining - Strangers to Lovers (or is it?)
✨Fic complete on my Patreon

I started this fic over a year ago after lamenting that there weren’t any fey aus that were complete. Nothing that quite scratched that itch. So… create what you want to see in the world, right?

The vibe of this story was very heavily inspired by the Tithe series by Holly Black. Not in story, but in vibe. In the feeling of it all. In the essence of a darker modern faerie story.

I poured a lot of heart and soul into this fic, and I’m extremely proud of it. I hope you all enjoy the ride. As always, happy reading <33

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Hawksong au, anyone? The adventure begins next month!

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December’s Patreon Oneshot is Now Available

Prompt: A reincarnation au, years after canon, where all the Paladins remember except for Keith.

Klance - Canonverse Reincarnation au - 8,484 words
It’s been a century and a half since the last of the Voltron Paladins, Saviors and Heroes of the Universe, passed. Though they might be gone, their legacy lives on and their memory is far from forgotten.

Allura— woven into the fabric of the universe and wishing to spend a normal life with the friends who became family— manages to save their souls, waiting for the perfect time for them all to be reborn. To live a new life together. Not as Paladins, but as friends bound together by fate. While many familiar souls are reborn, the Paladins themselves— having been connected through the Lions and quintessence sensitive— remember their past lives.

Everyone, except for Keith.

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Keith doesn’t believe in fate, but he can’t deny that the day he met Lance was the day his life finally started to fall into place.

Keith and his twin sister, Acxa, were born on a space station rotating in the outer ring of the Milky Way Galaxy. Their father was a researcher, and their mother was a pilot and guard of the station. Their community was mostly human, but there were a fair share of mixed races. Their mother was one of them. A quarter Galra. Passing on to Keith and Acxa her violet eyes, stubbornness, thick hair, and quick temper.

There weren’t a lot of other kids growing up, but Keith didn’t mind. He enjoyed time by himself.

When they were fourteen, their father had to return to Earth. He took Acxa with him and extended the offer to Keith as well. But Keith refused. He liked his home here in the stars. And Earth… it was big and overwhelming. He opted to stay with their mom.

The worst part of the following years was being separated from Acxa. She had been his closest friend, and her absence ached. But they spoke often through video calls. She told him of her time in Earth schools. Of her new friends. Zethrid, Narti, and Ezor. All with Galra in their bloodline, just like them.

She said… meeting them felt like fate. Like they’ve known each other for years and seeing them felt like a sigh of relief. She said she felt like they were meant to be friends.

Keith didn’t get it.

He didn’t believe in fate.

He was happy for her, but a small part of him, buried and hidden, was bitter.

And terribly lonely.

When he was sixteen, he and his mom finally followed them to Earth. He was enrolled in the Garrison, and while he was terrible at making friends— he was the weird kid, the angry kid, the Space Cadet— he was good at flying.

Flying felt… natural. He was at peace in the simulators. Where it was just him, the mission, and the controls at his fingertips.

His first time in the simulator, he left the ship feeling a delightful buzz of adrenaline in his fingertips and a newfound lightness in his chest.

That sensation tightened the moment he heard a voice— achingly familiar and yet entirely new, tugging at him instantly and forcing him to turn— eyes finding a lean, lanky cadet across the room, tan skin and brown hair, arms on his hips as he gazed up at the digital scoreboard— a petulant frown pursing full lips—

“Who the hell just beat my high score?” He whipped around, narrowed eyes searching—

And widening as they landed on Keith. His whole body tensed, and Keith froze under the intensity of that blue gaze. It was a long time ago, but Keith still swears he felt something sizzle and spark through him in that moment.

And then, all at once, the boy relaxed. Practically melted right there where he stood. A blinding smile spread his lips, eyes crinkling with the force of it.

“There you are, Samurai,” he said, voice terrible soft and bizarrely breathless as he held out a hand. “Name’s Lance.”

Six Feet Under the Stars - Chapter Four on Ao3

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✨King Keith / Royal Mistress Lance
✨Medieval Fantasy
✨Fake lovers to lovers
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November’s Patreon Oneshot is Now Available

Prompt: A sequel / follow up to the Crime Family Lance / Undercover Cop Keith NSFW drabble I wrote for patreon a few months ago, found HERE.

Klance - crime family Lance / undercover cop Keith - 9,533 words
Lance is the youngest son of the rich, famous, and infamous McClain family. To the public, they’re upperclass business tycoons. To anyone who knows any better, they are crime lords, holding most of the city in the palm of their hands. Lance is the youngest. The pretty boy. The charming one. The one without a mind for business who rarely takes things seriously. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the world at his fingertips.

But those who work for him know better. They know of his shrewd eyes and keen mind. He sees everything. Knows everything. Can pick out a mole from a mile away. The streets are his territory, and he is king.

The problem? Turns out he’s also the King of Fools, having fallen for an undercover cop.

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“Lance.” Veronica’s voice is sharp, but Lance doesn’t flinch. “Are you even listening?”

He’s leaning back in his chair, twisted sideways to prop his feet up on one corner of his desk, ankles crossed. His elbows rest on the arms of his chair, fingers steepled and intertwined, idly cracking his knuckles. Head tilted back to stare at the ceiling, he hums. “Of course I am.”

She sighs, more exasperated than frustrated. “I wish you’d take this more seriously.”

“Iam, Ronnie,” he says, voice hard and eyes narrowed as he picks apart the ceiling tiles.

“You could at least act like it.”

He then rolls his head to the side, shooting her an insufferable smirk. “I’m the sibling who’s supposed to act like nothing is ever wrong, remember? The airhead. The baby. The fool.”

“Lance,” she says flatly, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning a hip against his desk. “You know none of that is true.”

He shrugs. “I know, but habit claims my poker face. Forgive me if I’m not freaking out.”

She pauses, meeting his gaze. Shrewd blue eyes, a shade lighter than his own, pick him apart. Searching for something… putting pieces together… “You already know,” she says slowly. He shrugs again, lips tugging at the corners. “How long have you known?”

“For a while.” He shoots her a cocky grin. One hand drops to dangle over the arm of his chair while the other falls to his desk, idly tapping a finger against the pristine wood. “You don’t think a mole can get into my ranks without me noticing, do you?”

She sighs once more, shaking her head. “So you know who it is?”

“I have some suspicions. I’m keeping an eye on the situation.”

“Well keep a closer eye, then. Information is still leaking. To both the cops and the Galra.”

“I know,” he says softly, voice hard. “Let me handle this.”

“Alright.” She pushes off the desk and straightens her sleeves. “But if another job is ruined by cop interference, I’m stepping in.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

As she leaves, Lance tilts his head back against the fine leather of his chair, narrowing his eyes once more at the ceiling tiles. He’s not a fool. He knows who the mole is. But… he’s also not going to tell Veronica it’s Keith. He can’t tell anyone. He’ll handle this himself.

He’s just… not quite sure how.

Not when his stupid heart is getting in the way.