"Hey, Keith? Are you done yet?" Lance asks from behind the door. "Can I come in?" "Yeah, I'm done changing." Out of curiosity, Keith looks over his shoulder of how Lance will enter his room. He eyes the door. "Aaaaannnddd, you're in your boxers." Lance says. Silence. Sonovabish went through the door! *Where Lance is a...
Keith has confusing feelings for Lance. He can't pinpoint what they are. All he knows is that he isn't satisfied with their rivalry and Lance denying their bonding moment hurts. Before he knew it, he began to cough up petals. (Hanahaki is a disease which involves coughing up flowers because of unrequited love.)
bottom lance, top keith. warnings at the beginning of each chapter cover art: ikimaru
Hanahaki Disease is a potentially fatal disease where the victim regurgitates flower petals when they suffer from perceived one-sided love. (Even if the person the victim loves feels the same way, if the victim is unaware of those feelings, the disease continues). It can be cured through surgical removal, but the vict...
Keith finds time during the war to head down to the Blade of Marmora, seeking answers regarding whether his mother was a past member or not. They claim that the only way for him to receive this knowledge is to be initiated as a high chair in the Blade of Marmora, and so, Keith goes through with it. The only problem is...
-Contains depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Trauma- Lance's eyes seemed to widen a bit, "A motorcycle accident?" He asked, and lifted a hand to clutch his other arm, in both surprise and concern, "Dude you could have gotten hurt way worse-" "Why the hell do you care?" Keith responded, looking away. Lance shifted in hi...
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