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unfortunately, no. we’re not planning on doing another klance bb in 2019. sorry y’all uwu. 

Lance has worked at the tattoo parlor for years when a little flower shop pops up across the street. But who would want to buy that building?

Keith and Lance are college freshman who get locked out of their respective dorm rooms regularly for dumb reasons, are involved in a ridiculous amount of shenanigans, accidentally have sex a few times, and manage to fall in love with each other with maximum pining and miscommunication.

It’s been two months since the tragic car accident that took the life of one of college freshman Keith’s neighbors, Matt Holt, causing his sister Pidge to go deep into denial. When it’s clear Pidge won’t open up on her own, Colleen Holt decides to bring in an outsider for help; a friendly, funny, and strangely mysterious “Big Brother” named Lance. But when Lance’s bad sense of direction lands him on Keith’s doorstep instead, Keith has to make a split-second decision; protect Pidge from being forced to talk, or direct Lance to the right house and stay out of it? The answer is obvious, but the consequences are less than ideal, and soon he finds himself further wrapped up in the situation he’d wanted nothing to do with. To make matters worse, Lance starts unexpectedly popping up all over the place, intertwining himself even further in Keith’s life. Will Lance’s cheerful personality really be the key to helping Pidge open up, or is it something deeper about him? Does his playful flirting mean anything, or is it all just a game? And can Keith really get close to him without consequence, or will his conflict of interest make it impossible?

- Sesa

The sea had been off limit for as long as the world had existed, With Allura’s execution day looming over the horizon and the flocks of carrier eagles mysteriously dying, Lance made a bold decision to reach the Empire by sea. The only problem was, he was the first ever person dare set foot on the sea with no ideas how to navigate. Thankfully, he found help from a self-proclaimed merfolk with feet for tail named Keith. Now, if only Keith cooperated and stopped flinging himself into the damn sea below, Lance would forever appreciate it and even give him a kiss thank you.

“Her mother wanted to have her adopted, didn’t she?” comments somebody from behind him, and Lance catches his breath, his thumb stilling in its gentle brush of a ringlet away from her face. She's his, and he's hers, this little girl – he can’t tear himself away from her, he belongs to her so completely in this moment that it hurts deep in his chest to even think about – “I’m taking her,” he whispers, presses his finger to the palm of a tiny hand peeking out from her blanket wrap, and she grasps it and stares at him. He speaks again, louder. “She’s my...my daughter, I’m taking her home.” Keith digs fingers into the crushed pack of cigarettes in his pocket that he’s half emptied in the last few hours, and in the other pocket, he clenches a hand around the rubbed smooth handle of his switchblade. Dirt is shoveled onto shiny wood, the scrape and gentle patter of the dig and release of it. Covering them. Those slack faces that he sees every time he closes his eyes. He thinks of the fifth of whiskey in his closet. Anything to feel warm again. Anything to feel anything again.

Lanse has trained his whole life for this, he was born to be a Paladin of Voltron. He didn't expect his teammates to be so difficult though, or that dating the sole galra on the team would be the exact opposite of helpful. But if they want to be able to defeat Zarkon, if Lanse wants to keep any more planets from falling the way Altea did, they'll have to make it work.

Lance had been experiencing strange dreams lately about a beautiful boy - he had hair like the night sky, and eyes so beautiful it didn't feel human. The boy wasn't real, but then, why did these dreams feel so real?

Feelings are hard and love is scary, but Lance has his back. Always.

He starts to loose conscious and he begins to wonder if he was hallucinating because there was a glowing lion speeding towards him. His eyes close and warmth spreads through his body. He begins to remember what was once forgotten.

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