Truth or Dare? A Klance Fan Fiction.
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  • Reads 444,786
  • Votes 14,699
  • Parts 15
  • Time 1h 29m
Complete, First published Jan 21, 2018
Mature
"As I was saying, we will do an exercise. We are going to play a game of Truth or Dare," Shiro said.

What could be more fun than a game of truth or dare? Keith and Lance were thinking that same thing when they started, only to be embarrassed and pushed to their limits by the end of the rounds.
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Keith hated himself for liking Lance. His limber build, the way he carried himself with shoulders raised and chin held high. His blue eyes, dark like the sea's deep, inky bottom. His tangled mess of dark brown hair that stood at odd angles, and never seemed to obey Lance's vigorous brushing. His smooth, light brown skin as he crinkled his nose, or batted the sand from his eyes on a particularly windy afternoon. Even his laugh, as loudly obnoxious as it was, Keith adored. And that was the worst part, because, unlike Keith, Lance hated him. With every word he uttered, an argument seemed to arise. Lance constantly joked and poked fun of Keith, determined to one up him in every way imaginable. So, in all retrospect, Keith had every right to detest Lance in return. But that was the thing: he didn't. Even as Lance stood before him on the worst days - face scrunched and reddened, throat hoarse from the shouting - all Keith thought as he stood stone faced, eyes locked on Lance's chattering lips, was: 'wow, I really want to kiss this shit-head.' And then he was both mad at himself and the world. Mad at himself for imagining Lance in ways he shouldn't, and mad at the world for allowing Lance to be in his life in the first place. It was torture. As powerful as a lash to the chest, or a hammer to the kneecap. Especially now, as Keith stood above Lance's cold, unflinching corpse. The dead boy's bony hands crossed over his chest, shoulders squared atop the white, velvet cushion that rested inside the opened coffin. He wore the best suit and tie money could buy, and had his shaven scalp hidden by a head of hair that was similar, but could never match the boy's old image. The image before cancer. The image before hell. The image before Keith's every being crumbled to dust. *** A Klance au in which Keith discovers that him and only him can see Lance's ghost. COVER ART: kuurakuu on Tumblr
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What do you think will happen when the two boys decide to be friends with benefits? No strings attached, of course. One boy confused about his sexuality and the other one falling in love. Well, to answer that question, a complete fucking mess. Warnings: -(internalized) homophobia -self-harm -sexual assault -lots of smut -bullying -assault(hate crime) -underage drinking