#redjay fic

Waiting for the Lights

Pairing: Klance

Rating: T

Words: 7.5k 

Summery:

Love at first sight is a rare luxury. For most, love isn't one big moment where everything in the world just shifts into place. Instead, love is made up of small moments that seem inconsequential at the time. But as time passes, those moments start to come together, forming a story that no one knew was being told. And so when the time comes, all it takes is one little push.

(Basically just a very heartwarming story about two dorks falling in love over the years.)

Missing the Mark

Pairing: Klance

Rating: T

Words: 30.2k

Summery:

The only tangible evidence the world had for the phrase ‘the universe works in mysterious ways’ was the black marks that could be found on the skin of those who had yet to meet their soulmate. Everyone had a mark at some point in their life…well, everyone except Lance. But he had learned to live in spite of his missing mark. What else was he supposed to do when the universe turned its back on him?

The mark on Keith’s skin was a curse. At first, he had wholeheartedly looked forward to meeting the person that would accept him no matter what. But as the years went by, he found himself believing the harsh words that had been repeated to him over and over again: Who could ever love someone like him? No, it was better to hide his mark away. Never having a soulmate was better than having one and losing them.

What will happen when both of them learn how mysterious the universe can actually be?

(Soulmate AU that seems like it’s kinda agnsty but is actually filled with fluff.)

Here it is! Part 4! Enjoy!

Title: Forget About Ghosts, Demons are the Fucking Worst - Part 1

Series: It’s Just Me, You, And These Fucking Ghosts

Rating: T

Words: 19.8k

Summery: 

Thirteen Hours is now live.  Please enjoy. Ao3 link here.

Relationships: Klance

Rating: T

Summery:

Sometimes the new door opens before the old has shut. Sometimes the fall comes before the jump. The spark without a match. The thunder with no lightning.

Such things ignite chaos, mess with the order the world has so kindly offered. But chaos isn’t always bad and leaping before you look can lead to adventures far greater than ourselves. Given time, the chaos brings clarity and the universe opens up before us.

All it takes is thirteen hours.

OR

Coming soon: Thirteen Hours by Redjay

Summery: 

Sometimes the new door opens before the old has shut. Sometimes the fall comes before the jump. The spark without a match. The thunder with no lightning. The beginning without an end. 

Such things ignite chaos, mess with the order the world has so kindly offered. But chaos isn’t always bad and leaping before you look can lead to adventures far greater than ourselves. Given time, the chaos becomes clear and the universe opens up before us. 

Who knew that thirteen hours could lead to revelations the heart could never dream of? 

Keith certainly didn’t. 

Hey guys. I haven’t just been sitting on my hands. In between writing some other stuff I’ve been working on this beauty right here. It’s a little different from what I usually write but I’m super excited for it and I hope you guys are too. 

This will be a 13 part story with each chapter depicting what happens in one hour of the story. And it’s Klance so like...it’s gonna be good no matter what. 

And because I’m so excited, I’ll even give you a sneak peek:

6pm

Palms came down hard on the table, causing Keith to jump, glancing up in the process. He wasn’t surprised to see stormy blue eyes shifting between him and the others seated at the table. He’d been expecting the outburst for awhile now, it being over an hour since anyone had said a word.

Piles of books and papers were spread out in front of him, not in the least bit disturbed by the sudden motion of his tablemate. Keith had been reading through his psychology notes, trying helplessly to understand the never ending list of vocab that he had to have memorized in only a few short days. A half-chewed pen cap rested between his teeth, forgotten as he examined the brown-haired boy across the table from him.

Tan skin was flushed, whether from frustration or exhaustion, Keith wasn’t sure. Soft strands of short brown hair were disheveled, a product of stressed fingers pulling at the locks. Lips were pressed together in a hard line, jaw clenched far too tightly. Steely eyes scanned over the table, making sure all attention was on him before he spoke.

“I can’t take this anymore!” Lance practically shouted, causing glares from the surrounding tables to be shot his direction. He didn’t seem to pay any mind to them as he continued. “The semester is over in, like, a week and all we do is study and drink way too much coffee. We’re going to go crazy from caffeine overdose at this point.”

Keith couldn’t help the glance he threw at his currently empty coffee cup. He had been debating making another run to the library cafe. It would’ve been his fifth cup that day.

It was Shiro who spoke up first, an almost apologetic look on his face. “Exam week is right around the corner, Lance.” His tone was even and understanding. “And some of us are graduating. We can’t afford to make any mistakes.”

“That’s my point!” Lance argued, a slight whine to his voice. “In a week we probably won’t see you or Allura for a really long time. Do you really want our last memories together to be studying in some stupid library for an exam you probably won’t remember anyway?”

“They’re not dying.” Pidge said, snickering from behind their laptop screen while pushing their glasses up.

“I know that.” Lance shot at them sharply.  “But Allura’s going to be moving all the way across the country and Shiro’s just straight up going to work in Japan for a whole year. They might as well be dying.”

“Okay, buddy.” Hunk cut in, setting down the pencil he had been taking notes with. “That’s a bit of an overstatement, don’tcha think? We can still call and text them and stuff.”

Lance shook his head. “I know, I know but…” He took a deep breath before continuing. “We won’t be able to do anything all together. No more movie nights. No more late night food runs. No more weekend trips to the beach.”

“Lance…” Allura said, voice soft and eyes gentle. “We’ve known that doing stuff like that has been coming to an end for awhile.”

“But it’s not the end yet.” Lance countered, glancing around the table again. “Look, it’s Friday night. Our last Friday night before the semester is over. We should do something fun. Something that doesn’t include textbooks and coffee.”

“What? You wanna do like a one last hurrah kinda thing?” Pidge asked, giving Lance a curious glance, intrigue gleaming from behind their glasses.

The reviews are in for the It’s Just Me, You, and These Fucking Ghosts series! Here they are:

“All I can say is that this is the best fanfic series I've read in a long time. I can't wait to see what happens next!!!!” - Riniginianna

“Love this series so much. Great writing, great plot and everyone is in character even though it's an AU. <3″ -BlackFrair 

“Ahh amazing! I love this entire series, you write it so well just like everything else!” - ImyourCardiganAngel

So check it out if you’re looking for a fun, fluffy, horror-filled, well-written Klance series. Great for binging or for reading in small doses!

Series summery: 

What happens when a skeptic and a believer come face-to-face with the spirits of the dead? Is it possible to survive that which can't be seen? Can certain feelings come to light while looking in the darkest places?

All those questions and more are answered in this ghost hunter AU in which your favorite team finds themselves in some pretty terrible places while hunting some pretty terrible things. Featuring: -Lance McClain as the believer AND -Keith Kogane as the skeptic

Are you in the mood for some spooks AND some fluff? Well, my friend, you've come to the right place!

Part 1 - Ghosts are Pretty Bad but You’re the Fucking Worst

Part 2 - I May be the Worst but at Least I’m Not a Fucking Ghost

Part 3 - I’ve Changed My Mind, Ghosts are the Fucking Worst

Just a reminder that the first chapter of Thirteen Hours is up on Ao3 right now. You can find the link to it by either clicking on the picture or clicking HERE. 

Here’s a sneak peek of chapter 2 which will be coming soon:

“Keith! Incoming!”

Keith was pulled from his thoughts, the unmistakable sound of Pidge’s voice rising over the usual city noises. He didn’t have time to turn around before he felt a weight slam into his back, sending him stumbling a few steps forward, almost falling over entirely. The air was pushed out of his chest at the impact, leaving him gasping for a moment as the sight of Shiro and Allura in front of him started to spin. Next to him he could hear Lance’s musical laugh, no doubt finding way too much amusement in Keith’s struggle to remain upright

“Christ, Pidge…” Keith said, voice somewhat raspy, as he felt arms wrap around his neck, knees digging into either side of his waist. “A little more warning next time.”

He heard Pidge let out a laugh, their voice coming from right behind him before he felt the weight of a chin rest on his shoulder. “I’m tired of walking and Hunk refused to let me ride on his back.” They said as if that explained their actions in any way.

“You’re too heavy!” Hunk called lightly from a few steps behind them.

Keith grunted, hefting his small friend up a little higher, arms wrapping under their knees to hold them in place. “And so you just tackle me? What if I fell?”

“Pssh, as if.” Pidge replied dismissively. “You never miss leg day.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Keith asked, tone dry.

“No, it makes sense.” Lance replied, nodding his head but not explaining further than that.

“Uh-huh…” Keith said flatly, deciding that he could never understand the minds of morons. “But why me? Why not Lance?”

Keith felt an arm detach from around his neck a moment before a hand hit him lightly upside the head, a ‘tsk’ following it. “Everyone knows that Lance has noodle arms. He would drop me.”

“Hey!” Lance cut in, voice rising. “I’ll have you know I’m strong! I give piggyback rides to my niece and nephew all the time!”

“Those are kids, though.” Pidge pointed out. “I’m a full-grown adult.”

“Well…” Keith said smugly, knowing that he would get a rise out of Pidge. “A very small full-grown adult.”

“You shut up.” Pidge replied darkly, pulling lightly on a strand of his hair. “You’re not exactly a skyscraper either.”

“I’m, like, an inch shorter than Lance!” Keith retorted, sending a glare over his shoulder at Pidge.

“And it’s that inch that makes all the difference.” Lance said wistfully, not trying to hide the mocking tone to his voice. “How sad that you’ll never know what the view’s like from up here. A true tragedy, wouldn’t you say Hunk?”

Hunk fell into step beside Lance, throwing an arm over his shoulder and sighing. “Indeed, my tall friend.”

“They’re insufferable.” Pidge said, anger lacing their words. “C’mon, Keith. We don’t need to listen to this. Us short people gotta stick together.”

“Don’t put me in the same league as you! I’m not that short!” Keith replied, exasperated.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you all the way down there. Could you speak up?” Lance replied, raising a hand to his ear and leaning towards Keith, drawing a laugh from Hunk.

Keith felt a fire light inside him, the flames coursing through his veins. Before he could say anything, though, Pidge spoke.

“Hey, Keith. Did you know that on average tall people die younger than short people?” Their words were sharp, clipped from their own irritation.

People always say there is something freeing about letting go. Yes, letting go can hurt. It can hurt so so much. It can reach into your very being and rip out the happiness, the joy, the warmth. It can steal away the colors from your vision, leaving nothing but a grey scale, moving you between different shades of nothing. Letting go is hard. It’s hard because it means giving up a part of yourself that you maybe aren’t ready to give up.

But it’s freeing. It’s knowing that you’ve finally figured out what’s best for you. That maybe what you want isn’t necessarily what you need. It’s readying yourself to take the first step in the right direction.

Lance truly believed that. He believed that letting go was a good thing. He believed that the heartache suffered was a testament to his moving forward. He wouldn’t forget the memories shared. He wouldn’t tuck the budding feelings and stolen glances away to gather dust in the recesses of his mind. He didn’t want to forget them because those small moments had led him to seeing what was truly important. And despite everything, he was grateful for it.

But she wasn’t meant for him. And if Lance was being truly honest with himself, he wasn’t meant for her. Everything had just happened too fast, blame it on the intergalactic war they were in the middle of. They had no time to catch their breath, no time to discuss the depth of the shared feelings. There was no foundation. It was bound to break. And what scared Lance the most was that when it broke, it would break in a way that couldn’t be fixed.

That had only been half the equation to him letting go, though. There was another half, a part of him that he had never seen until he heard his voice calling out to him. He was scared, Lance remembered. To most people, it would’ve sounded angry or stressed, but Lance knew better. He knew what a scared Keith sounded like. His tone was higher pitched, his words just a little too fast. And no matter what Keith said, he couldn’t hide the panic that laced his words, not completely.

It had been only a few short moments later that Lance had thought his number was up. He’d thought he was going to die protecting someone he loved. And he was okay with that in the moment. It wasn’t such a bad way to go out. But as he saw his life flashing before his eyes, he noticed one face popping up over and over again. Pale skin, raven-black hair, and indigo eyes dominated his thoughts. And as Lance closed his eyes, a pang struck him in his chest, his heart yearning to hear Keith’s deep, gravelly voice once more.

But Lance didn’t die there. In fact, he didn’t die at all...which was surprising. Even more so, though, was the fact that none of them died. They remained alive, if a little worse for wear. But it was there, sitting in the garrison hospital bed surrounded by his family, that Lance realized that Keith was who he needed.

Keith had been there from the beginning, the firm grasp that held him steady. He was there in the small moments. Moments of vulnerability. Moments were Lance was doubting his worth to the team, to the universe. He was there in the big moments. In the instances between life and death. In the times where no one believed there was a way out. He was there in the important moments. In the moments that mattered the most to Lance. The moments where he had decided to leave the team so Lance wouldn’t feel like he had to. The moments where he chose Lance to lead the team in his stead, putting faith in him that Lance couldn’t put into himself.

He was there.

Lance looked at Keith and saw a foundation, something he could stand on without fear of falling into the abyss. He looked at Keith and could see a future where he was happy. Where he wasn’t worried that he would be pushed aside because they were no longer fighting for their lives. He looked at Keith and felt a fire light within him, spreading through his veins and warming his core.

It was time to let Allura go. And as much as that hurt to admit, Lance knew it was true. It was time to let her go so Lance could grab onto what he needed, so that he could hold on tight to the person that would make him into the person he was supposed to be.

“I have to go…” Lance muttered mostly to himself. He swung his legs over the side of the hospital bed, ignoring the ache in his muscles. At his family’s protests, Lance only shook his head and said, “There’s someone I gotta see.”

He offered up no more explanation as he shuffled out of the room, head starting to spin at the movement. He knew that walking around wasn’t the best thing he could be doing at the moment. It wasn’t even close to the top of the list. But he didn’t care. This couldn’t wait. It was too important. Keith was too important.

He was lucky that Keith’s room wasn’t far from his own. Hell, he was just lucky that he had found it at all. No one had told him where it was and it wasn’t like he was in any shape to go on some treasure hunt.

Lance reached out a hand to brace himself against the doorframe of Keith’s room, closing his eyes momentarily as he tried to calm the dizziness. The metal felt cool beneath his touch, offering a small relief to his weakened state.

“Lance? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”

Lance opened his eyes to see Keith sitting up in his own bed, white bandage wrapped around his head. The room was empty except for them. The desert sun shone through the window on the far side of the room, casting golden rays across Keith’s features, highlighting the firmness of his face. The curve of his jawline. The softness of his cheekbones.  His hands were gripping the covers of his bed, a worry set deep in his eyes as he waited for some explanation from Lance.

Lance looked at Keith. Looked at Keith who was ready to jump into battle at any moment if Lance needed him to. Looked at the leader he had depended on for so long. Looked at the man who had been there from the beginning.

Lance looked at him…

Snippet #3 for Part 4 of It’s Just Me,You, and These Fucking Ghosts:

“Adam…” Keith said, voice hushed. “Where are you? Are you home?”

“Yeah…” Adam responded, sounding spent.

“Okay.” Keith said, purposely not looking at Lance. Keith knew exactly what was going through Lance’s head at the moment. And right now he couldn’t afford to lose his nerve any more than he already had. “We’re coming over. Just...stay put. We’ll figure this out.”

“...Okay.” Adam replied, tone unsteady. “Just please hurry. I...I can’t lose him, Keith.”

“I know.” Keith said softly, knowing that Adam would find no comfort in his words. “We’ll do what we can. We’ll be there in a couple of hours.”