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Klance Fluff
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Ongoing, First published Jan 16, 2017
FLUFF OMG SO FLUFFY MY TWO FAVORITE DORKS!! AU where Lance saves Keith from bullies in middle school and doesn't think much about it but Keith is literally so thankful for it and he really wants to say something to Lance but is too shy and awkward and Lance is too dense to realize Keith's struggle. And it gets harder for Keith because now they're in their sophomore year of high school and Lance just keeps on getting hotter and hotter and more popular. Then they both get partnered up for a project and Keith is literally freaking out on the inside but then, after hanging out with Lance for a couple of hours, he realizes that Lance is a really great guy and completely normal and also gay so he decides to make a move and Lance.exe stops working for like fifteen minutes and Keith is freaking out so much and omg my two babies are so cute. You will most likely put your phone down multiple times while reading this. Sorry, but no smut but there will be references to smut. And probably a chapter posted elsewhere so watch out. WARNING: Everyone is most likely out of character. I'm so sorry, but this was originally a story with original characters but then I decided to make it a klance fanfiction.
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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