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Chapter 4, Choice 3 of my Choose-Your-Own-Adventure fic is now on Patreon!

Every chapter will be broken up into smaller sections, with several choices per chapter. I’ll upload chapters in 2-4k chunks that end in a choice, as well as a separate patreon post with a poll for you to vote. When chapters are done, they’ll be uploaded to ao3.

Keep in Mind: Every choice will have benefits and consequences. It’s my goal to make no inconsequential choices. There will also be no “this is the klance choice”, aka, the choice that has the most shipping potential. Your choices have impact and will steer the story in unique and perhaps unexpected ways. The result of choices will not always be obvious, so keep that in mind. If you’ve ever watched/played the Bandersnatch on netflix, it’s like that. Or like dnd, as I am a DM at heart.

Chapter 4, Part 3 –Poll

October’s Patreon Oneshot is Now Available

Prompt: It’s few years after the show ended and it’s Allura Day. It’s morphed in a pretty large celebration over the years, and Lance is involved with the planning. This year is particularly hectic, and he’s late to the Paladin dinner. He and Keith end up kissing, Lance has a mild crisis, and then they have their first time together.

Klance - post season 8 - getting together - 8,242 words
It’s been years since they saved the universe, and Lance is… good. He’s good. He feels whole and steady once more. He has a job at the Garrison. And he no longer feel the ache in his chest where Allura once resided. Allura Day, however, has become an intergalactic celebration, and people from all over the universe flock to New Altea to celebrate. So every year, Lance helps Coran wade through the chaos of planning for a planet-wide celebration. 

This year, however, things are more hectic than ever, and Lance finds that he can barely focus, distracted by the simmering anticipation of seeing Keith again.

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He can’t wait to see his friends— his family— but there’s a lot of work to do before then. Allura Day has become an intergalactic holiday, and people from all over the universe flock to New Altea to celebrate it. It started out as a little banquet at the castle and has grown into a planet wide all-day festival.

Which unfortunately means a lot of planning, organizing, and diplomatic greetings as distinguished guests start to pour in. He and Coran spearhead the whole operation, but thankfully they have plenty of people to lean on. They’ve formed a whole committee for Allura Day, and volunteers all over the planet have been getting ready for guests for weeks.

Hunk is coming in soon to help set up the catering for at least the capitol. The Atlas won’t be that far behind. They’ve never had any trouble around Allura Day, but it definitely helps to have the diplomatic force of the Atlas hovering in their atmosphere.

Pidge won’t make it until the day before, running a tight schedule with all her experiments and newfound responsibilities. She’ll be bringing the entire Holt clan with her this time.

And Keith… it feels like betrayal to his best buddy in the whole wide universe to say it, but he’s looking forward to seeing Keith the most.

It’s been months since Keith last visited Earth, staying for a whole three weeks with Acxa on the McClain family farm. It had been… a dream, really. The chores around the farm were nothing with Keith at his side. Lazy afternoons and evenings filled with laughter and content companionship. They talked for hours about everything and nothing at all. They fell asleep on the couch because neither of them wanted to end the night and go to bed. And he’d be woken with Keith’s gentle hands nudging his shoulder and offering a cup of coffee.

Keith— formerly the stoic, bristly, grumpy, anti-social leader of Voltron— fit in perfectly with Lance’s family. He laughed. He smiled.

Beautiful violet eyes crinkled at the corners. A cocky smirk, lopsided and playful. The way he always lightly bumps into Lance as they walk. How Lance feels just as comfortable in silence as he does in conversation, which is still so strange to comprehend.

He’ll admit that during that stay, they were attached at the hip. And he’ll admit that they’ve talked a lot since then. Daily. Every morning he looks forward to seeing a message waiting for him, and falling asleep on call has become more and more common.

Keith is just— he’s just— he’s important, okay? He’s important to the universe, and to their little space family, but he’s important to Lance, too.

Who would have guessed that his once-rival would have become one of his best friends?

He just does… things to Lance’s stomach and his sanity.

Seriously, how is it possible to feel sick and elated all at once? To be both tongue-tied and unable to stoprambling.

But Keith has always done funny things to him. Has always made him feel just a little off balance. Has always made him act out in impulsive ways without quite thinking. Has always made his chest a little tight and his head a little light.

It’s just… Keith things.

“Ah-ha!” He says as the conference room doors slide open, spotting his bright orange, Garrison issued phone sitting on the table. He swipes it up, thumbing through the notifications on his screen.

A few from Hunk. Couple from Shay about the ETA of the Balmera. A few fucking dozen from foreign dignitaries and other groups. Not to mention the group chat him and Coran created to keep the wormhole network and shuttle ships in the same loop has blown up.

But—

A single message catches his eye. One that makes his chest tighten and his head feel light. Just… you know. Keith things.

Keith: Can’t wait to see you :)

His stomach does a full on tumble, knotting itself up so tight that Lance wraps an arm around it, wondering if his morning breakfast is hitting him wrong. Sometimes alien cuisine just doesn’t sit right.

There’s an ache in his cheeks as he types out a reply.

Lance: Same to you, Samurai

Lance’s heart beats quick as he leaves the conference room, making his blood run hot beneath his flushed skin. Making him dizzy and his legs shaky as he hurries down the halls of the castle. He has a million and ten things to do before Allura Day, and yet his mind keeps turning back to Keith. About how he can’t wait to show him how well his sword training has been going and about how good it’s going to feel to be wrapped up in those strong arms once more, held tight to a firm chest and yet with a gentle sort of reverence that makes Keith’s hugs special.

You know. Just. Keith things.

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✨ Klance
✨ Cursed Witch Keith / Human Lance 
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✨ Fluff, Angst, & Smut
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Chapter 4, Choice 1 of my Choose-Your-Own-Adventure fic is now on Patreon!

Every chapter will be broken up into smaller sections, with several choices per chapter. I’ll upload chapters in 2-4k chunks that end in a choice, as well as a separate patreon post with a poll for you to vote. When chapters are done, they’ll be uploaded to ao3.

Keep in Mind: Every choice will have benefits and consequences. It’s my goal to make no inconsequential choices. There will also be no “this is the klance choice”, aka, the choice that has the most shipping potential. Your choices have impact and will steer the story in unique and perhaps unexpected ways. The result of choices will not always be obvious, so keep that in mind. If you’ve ever watched/played the Bandersnatch on netflix, it’s like that. Or like dnd, as I am a DM at heart.

Chapter 4, Part 1 –Poll

Chapter Ten now on Ao3

Klance 

Cyberpunk 

Inspired by the Last Young Renegade album by All Time Low
NOW COMPLETE - 60k words

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Track 10: Afterglow

Oh, just take it easy
Hold onto this feeling
All our friends are leaving
And we ain’t got no where to go
Caught up in the afterglow

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September’s Patreon Oneshot is Now Available

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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Six Feet Under the Stars - Chapter Three on Ao3

✨Klance
✨King Keith / Royal Mistress Lance
✨Medieval Fantasy
✨Fake lovers to lovers
✨A Choose-Your-Own-Adventure fic from my Patreon

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Love Me Twice, Save Me Thrice - Chapter Eight 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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Chapter 3, Choice 5 of my Choose-Your-Own-Adventure fic is now on Patreon!

Every chapter will be broken up into smaller sections, with several choices per chapter. I’ll upload chapters in 2-4k chunks that end in a choice, as well as a separate patreon post with a poll for you to vote. When chapters are done, they’ll be uploaded to ao3.

Keep in Mind: Every choice will have benefits and consequences. It’s my goal to make no inconsequential choices. There will also be no “this is the klance choice”, aka, the choice that has the most shipping potential. Your choices have impact and will steer the story in unique and perhaps unexpected ways. The result of choices will not always be obvious, so keep that in mind. If you’ve ever watched/played the Bandersnatch on netflix, it’s like that. Or like dnd, as I am a DM at heart.

Chapter 3, Part 5 –Poll

Chapter Nine now on Ao3

Klance 

Cyberpunk 

Inspired by the Last Young Renegade album by All Time Low

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Track 9: Ground Control

My systems are critical
Gotta find my way back to you
Feels like I’m drifting alone
I’m just out here wishing that you would say
Don’t be afraid, no

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Young Renegades is entirely on Patreon, and was printed in a zine.

I honestly wasn’t planning on uploading this until much later this year, but with everything going on in the world… with all the stress and anxiety surrounding the virus and our lifestyles getting turned upside down… Everyone deserves a place to escape. Reading has always been mine. I hope to give that small moment of reprieve to you <33

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Love Me Twice, Save Me Thrice - Chapter Seven 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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August’s Patreon Oneshot is Now Available

Prompt:A klance story that takes place in a dnd-type setting, not playing dnd and not thunderpike, but a fantasy setting that’s vaguely dnd inspired. Lance stays at an inn after adventuring solo and nearly dying. He asks Keith to spend the night with him.

In an attempt to simply be around people, he seeks out a nearby town and a local inn. Hopefully he can find a hot meal, a soft bed, and company for the night.

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He sits at the end of a long table, far from the center of the crowd. Shrugging off his bag, he tucks it beneath the table, hooking his legs over it to keep it safe. Now that he’s alone, he has to be more careful about his belongings. It’s strange, as is observing the main thoroughfare from the sidelines. To sit in a quieter corner and watch as adventuring parties gather and chat all around him.

But he doesn’t let himself dwell on it. No, not anymore. He shakes his head, tearing his gaze from the nostalgic sight of a man half standing on a table while telling his tale— and instead he lets his gaze roam the waitstaff.

The red-haired woman is gone, but there are others. A pale elven woman with light blonde hair tied back in two long ponytails. A curvy woman with beautiful vitiligo skin and twin blond braids, a sharp look in her eyes and a cunning smile. A man with shaggy white hair sticking out from his hat, lidded eyes and an easy smile.

They’re all handsome in their own right. Any one of them would no doubt make a beautiful companion for the evening. His gaze lingers on the woman with vitiligo skin. The cut of her bodice is low, giving a suggestive view of her cleavage. Her touches teasingly linger on customers, and she winks when they catch her eye.

She’s beautiful, playful, and flirtatious. Her laugh rings out over the crowded room, and it’s absolutely captivating. Her coyness is charming, even from a distance, and she carries herself with a confidence that Lance can’t deny that he’s attracted to. He has no doubt that she would take him up on his offer, but…

At the thought of taking her back to his room, of sleeping together and sharing in her nearness… it leaves a strange hollow pit in his stomach. One that tightens and churns.

It fuels that ache in his chest and tastes like disappointment on his tongue.

While he knows that she would sleep with him, he doubts she would stay the night—

He’s startled from his thoughts by a shadow in his peripheral and the unceremonious clatter of a bowl onto the table in front of him. He jumps, hand already halfway to his bow before he registers the stew sitting before him. Steam rising from it. Splattered drops freshly decorating the table. A hunk of bread and a wooden spoon sticking out of it.

Lance blinks, hand lowering.

“Uh, sorry,” comes the mumble, voice deep and vaguely sheepish. A mug of ale sets down next to the bowl, and Lance follows the arm—

And finds himself gaping at one of the most beautiful men he’s ever seen.

He’s not beautiful like the waitress he had been eyeing. No, he’s nothing flashy. Nothing seductive and coy. It’s… a rugged sort of beauty. His clothes are simple, nothing more than a red tunic and black leggings with matching boots. There are stains on it, and the sleeves are pushed up to his elbows.

His skin is pale, and his hair is dark. Long, messy waves captured in a haphazard bun at the back of his neck, strands falling free to frame his face. He’s all sharp angles and rugged lines. A scar on his cheek. Thick brows. Broad shoulders. A narrow waist. Lance can’t see much beneath his tunic, but he’s willing to bet the man is strong. And this thighs strain against the fabric of his leggings.

And his eyes. His fucking eyes are dark in the low light, glittering purple where the flames from the hearth fire catches in his irises.

It’s… a humble sort of handsomeness. One that he’s not even sure the man knows he possesses.

And Lance’s heart leaps into his throat, strangling him as it beats in overtime.

The man’s face is currently pinched, brows furrowed and lips pursed. He glances at the bowl in front of Lance, meets Lance’s gaze, and then looks away. “Um…” He clears his throat, sheepish upon the realization that he probably should have announced himself. Or at least been a little more graceful in delivery. “You ordered dinner?”

He says it like a question, but also like an apology. With so much uncertainty that Lance finds it incredibly endearing. He lifts a hand to scratch the back of his neck, and Lance spots the same symbol tattooed on his forearm as the inn-keep.

It takes Lance a moment to respond. A moment to swallow the lump in his throat and find his voice, fumbling through several half-aborted attempts before finally settling on a cracked, “Yeah, thanks.”

The man simply nods and spins on his heel, striding away before Lance can even stew in the embarrassment of his flustered reply.

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Alpha werewolf Lance / Omega werewcat Keith
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Just shared a bunch of world building, world info, character info, and plot overview (as well as the first chapter outline) for my new upcoming klance multi-chaptered fic with my patrons!

Hawksong au, anyone? The adventure begins next month!

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Chapter 5, Choice 3 of my Choose-Your-Own-Adventure fic is now on Patreon!

Every chapter will be broken up into smaller sections, with several choices per chapter. I’ll upload chapters in 2-4k chunks that end in a choice, as well as a separate patreon post with a poll for you to vote. When chapters are done, they’ll be uploaded to ao3.

Keep in Mind: Every choice will have benefits and consequences. It’s my goal to make no inconsequential choices. There will also be no “this is the klance choice”, aka, the choice that has the most shipping potential. Your choices have impact and will steer the story in unique and perhaps unexpected ways. The result of choices will not always be obvious, so keep that in mind. If you’ve ever watched/played the Bandersnatch on netflix, it’s like that. Or like dnd, as I am a DM at heart.

Chapter 5, Part 3 –Poll

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.”

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Prompt: “I saw Tio kissing Santa Claus”
Romantic blow jobs in the falling snow
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Chapter 5, Choice 1 of my Choose-Your-Own-Adventure fic is now on Patreon!

Every chapter will be broken up into smaller sections, with several choices per chapter. I’ll upload chapters in 2-4k chunks that end in a choice, as well as a separate patreon post with a poll for you to vote. When chapters are done, they’ll be uploaded to ao3.

Keep in Mind: Every choice will have benefits and consequences. It’s my goal to make no inconsequential choices. There will also be no “this is the klance choice”, aka, the choice that has the most shipping potential. Your choices have impact and will steer the story in unique and perhaps unexpected ways. The result of choices will not always be obvious, so keep that in mind. If you’ve ever watched/played the Bandersnatch on netflix, it’s like that. Or like dnd, as I am a DM at heart.

Chapter 5, Part 1 –Poll

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.

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

✨Klance
✨Fey Lance / Half-Fey Keith
✨Modern Faerie au
✨Mutual Pining - Strangers to Lovers (or is it?)
✨NOW COMPLETE

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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