*this story was written by Gibslythe on ao3* "Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? "Alright, it's a deal." Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend'. This is actually the best fic I've ever read. It emotionally destroyed me and then put me back together only to kill me again. Read on ao3 : http://archiveofourown.org/works/7454385

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[COMPLETED] Cecil is an aspiring intern at Night Vale Community Florists. Across the street, the trendy punk tattoo parlour: ran by the perfect Carlos. Together, the two discover that romance and flowers are more alike than first seems: they both blossom.

An unexpected visitor with secrets and dangerous fighting tactics crash lands onto Altea, where she is found by the legendary Voltron. Many of her secrets are uncovered, and she is also able to kick Galra butt. Pretty cool, right?