Klance Pinefest

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Sneak Peek! There, in the pantry doorway was the same boy as before, dressed in pajamas, short hair sticking up, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Lance. That had been the name written in messy handwriting on the note. Keith’s hand instinctively moved to his knife. He didn’t want to do this, but he needed to get past this boy and get out. “Are you immortal?” He… what? The question that burst from the boy’s mouth was so confusing Keith paused, hand just touching the hilt of his knife. When it was obvious Keith was not going to answer that insane question, Lance started advancing and speaking rapidly. “My parents said you’ve been breaking into our house and stealing food for twenty years, but you look like you’re my age so how is that possible? Are you immortal? Some kind of fairy or wood creature? Or are you like Benjamin Button and you age backwards? Or are you just really short? Seriously how old are you?” Lance advanced further until he was within a foot of him. Keith slowly raised himself to standing, feeling trapped and unsure of what to do. He was so thrown off from Lance’s rapid fire questions that he said, “Th-thirteen.” His voice came out like a croak and he cleared his throat right after. The realization that he likely hadn’t said a word out loud in weeks hit Keith with a painful prang inside his chest. “I’m twelve!” said Lance, like their closeness in age was exciting to him. “I haven’t seen you at school. Do you not go to school? Where are your parents? Why are you stealing things? You can’t be the Hermit because you’re not old enough. Are you a copycat? What happened to the real Hermit? I’m Lance by the way, what’s your name?” Telling Lance his name would be the stupidest move, wouldn’t it? He knew it was bad to give up his identity to a stranger, but… everyone in the world was a stranger and in that moment Keith realized not a single person knew his name. The longing to be known overwhelmed him. “Keith…,” he said, quietly, shifting his eyes down in case Lance could see the tears pooling there, even in the dark. “Wow Keith. Okay, I wasn’t sure if you were a boy or… You’re a boy right? I guess I shouldn’t assume because of the name.” Keith just nodded in response. “Hey, that’s cool,” said Lance, “So, uh…” “It was my dad,” said Keith, cringing at the sound of his croaky, underused voice. “My dad was the one that would break in. But he wasn’t a Hermit.” His voice gained power as he went even though he talked to his hiking boots instead of looking up. “He lived away from everyone else, but he wasn’t alone. He had me.” “He… had you?” said Lance, slow and quiet. “Did he…?” Keith winced, not wanting to hear the words. “Keith, are you alone?” Want to read more? This fic is coming on September 4th!

Title: Cha-Cha-Cha Author: Ebhenah Artist: Daifha Sneak Peek! “Geez!” Lance tsked, “loosen up already!” He shook Keith’s hips playfully, jiggling him back and forth in an effort to get him to relax. He was going to kill Shiro. Dead. “I get the picture,” he muttered, taking a deep breath and willing himself to relax. It was not easy. Being alone with Lance always put him on edge- so worried about saying or doing something that might give away his feelings. It made him tense up. It made him snap and grumble and just generally turn into an awkward mess. There was no way he was going to learn how to do this from Lance. He was just going to get comfortable with the idea that he was going to ruin Shiro’s wedding and his best friend would never speak to him again and he might as well move back into his little house in the desert. “Don’t make me tickle you,” Lance warned, undoing any progress Keith had made in the whole ‘relaxing’ project. “Oh my God, I wasn’t really going to tickle you, Keith! Would you chill out already?” “Sorry,” he mumbled, feeling his face flush. It was just a stupid dance. So what if it meant time alone with Lance? He’d trained with Lance before. Just because this wasn’t sparring and he was out of his element shouldn’t mean that he turned into a middle schooler with his first crush! It’s not like this whole thing he had for Lance was new. He’d been gone on the guy since the infamous ‘bonding moment’, maybe even a little before. That was years ago. He was a grown ass man who had faced down things a helluva lot scarier than Lance McClain moving to music! He could do this. He made his muscles relax through sheer stubbornness. “Alright, let’s try again. What do I do?” The hands on his hips shifted and he pointedly ignored the tendrils of fire that the motion sent snaking out through his skin. “Okay, you know how to move your feet, you are just getting snarled up in when and where… so I’m going to do the steps, and I’m going to move your hips and you are going to do the same steps at the same time. So, all you have to do is not fight me, and follow your hips. Got it?” He was going to die. “Got it,” he replied, nodding once. Want to read more? This fic is coming on September 1st!

Sneak Peek! The king’s rooms probably have some sort of balcony, but the guards outside would notice him scaling the wall and shoot him down before he could get inside. There must be hidden passageways, but he doesn’t have the kind of time he would need to find and navigate them. Biting his lip as he finds himself running out of options, Keith jumps as there’s a commotion down the hall. He tucks further into his hiding spot as the large guard immediately rushes down to see what is going on, leaving the royal wing open entirely. Did that really just happen? Not about to take the time to question his luck, he darts down the hallway, keeping to the shadows. Of course, there are over a half dozen doors to check, but he assumes that the room he’s looking for will be at the end of the hall. Where else would a king sleep? His hunch proves correct when he finds the king sitting up in his bed, papers spread around him. Keith hadn’t expected him to be awake, but, well, at least he doesn’t have to feel bad about waking him up. He looks oddly normal without his usual regal clothing and jewelry he wears for public appearances. Keith isn’t sure what to make of that. “Koli--” the king starts, looking up, but freezing when he sees Keith instead of whomever he was expecting. He moves to grab something from his nightstand and Keith pulls the fabric down from his face and holds up his hands to hopefully show he means no harm. “Your majesty, my apologies, but I just want a moment of your time to make a request.” The king pauses once more, raising a delicate eyebrow. “And this request wouldn’t be for my life or my throne, would it?” Keith shakes his head, keeping his hands up. He takes a deep breath. “Actually, the opposite. I’m here to request to join your...your harem.” ----- Want to know more? This fic is coming on September 11th, so stay tuned! 

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