Lance McClain, wanted in over thirty countries for robberies of 252.3 million dollar value, smuggling assault rifles and illegal substances over the US border, bombing several casinos along the way...you get the point. Lance knew what he was doing. Because he was never caught. Not even once. "So, Lance McClain, criminal mastermind," the tiny gremlin continued. "What could you stand to gain from turning yourself in?" Lance shrugged. "I got bored." All credit of the idea goes to Koctsu on instagram! Thanks so much for letting make this wonderful idea into a full-fledged story!! (All pictures used is their art, not mine)

*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