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Then he looked back at Keith, the glossy shine of his eyes gently tucked behind the excuse of the rain. Yet a smile dancing on his lips regardless, "We're back, mullet. We're home."
And suddenly Keith realized that maybe he didn't need the desert-shack to return home. That maybe he already was there, so long as he was with the people he called his own.
Because sometimes, the places stay the same—the trees, the houses, the smells filling the air with the bitter-sweet taste of nostalgia—and it's he who doesn't fit in the old memories anymore.
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The war's over and they're all going their own ways with countless promises of staying in touch. But does Keith really have a place left to go back to anymore...
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Lance’s eyes widen as the lyrics start flowing through the air, getting slightly stifled by the sound of his shower, but clear as day nonetheless.
And wow. Lance stood frozen in place as water kept dropping all around him. Ghost or not, the singer sure had the voice of an angel—the irony. The lyrics were slightly off-tune but the deep and clear voice didn’t let Lance’s attention stay in there long enough to care.
Suddenly the voice got muffled as the sound of water increased leaving Lance confused. He was finally out of his daze when he realized that the singer was in fact, not some ghost but his neighbor.
Here the designers once again decided that having the two bathrooms separated by one thin wall was such a good idea.
And now they were showering at the same time. The guy probably didn’t even realize that the empty room next to his had been taken. And he was singing. Oh man, he was singing and Lance couldn’t help just standing there, fascinated.
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Their rooms are opposite from each other in the Garrison's dorms, where the walls are good for nothing, and Lance can hear his mysterious neighbor singing in the shower– and join him too?
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They stumble inside the train at the last minute, earning themselves a few looks from the other passengers. Still wheezing they look at each other. “I—win—“, the boy says while gasping for air, then starts coughing from taking in too much of it.
“Hah—nonsense, I’m—the one getting in first—” Keith gets out. He instinctually hands the boy his water bottle after taking a swig himself.
Gulping down half of the water the boy narrows his eyes at him, “oh no—you should’ve put that mullet out of your eyes—I’m the one crossing the line first.”
“That doesn’t count! I entered the train first. I win. Period” there was no way Keith would accept defeat.
After staring at the ceiling for a moment -not long enough to have actually thought something- he flicked his fingers and looked at Keith with a flare in his eyes that was bordering from playful to challenging, “OK, let’s set the middle line here. The one who gets down first, loses.”
Keith smirked, ignoring the slight skip of his heart with those eyes on him, “oh, you’re on.”
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Keith's monotonous life at the new city gets interrupted by the mysterious boy singing at the subway like a siren out to hunt
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Permanent Arrangemnets by thepurplemurple
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender, klance - Fandom
28 Oct 2025
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Keith runs a tattoo shop right next to Lance's new flower shop... they soon get along-
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28 Oct 2025
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"Look, it's just like you." Lance pointed to a medium-sized, large-leaved orange with a leaf that curled up slightly, almost matching Keith's dark curls.
"Very funny." Keith rolled his eyes with a smile, then after a short search he pointed to another huge pumpkin “And this one is as big as your head.”
“Hey, I have a really nice head. My mom always brags about it, that when I was born, all the nurses told her that they had never seen a baby with such a shapely head.” Lance boasted, his voice filled with real pride and pure love as he told the family story. Keith had not yet met Lance’s family in person, but he had already spoken to them on a video call, and they were very kind and welcoming.
Overall: Keith is struggles with anxiety, and Lance -being the amazing boyfriend he is- helps him to gain good memories.
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- Part 2 of Delizzie writes self-love
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20 Oct 2025
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As the rival nations of Márea and Altea form an alliance after years of tension and border issues, Prince Lance is forced to deal with a treaty that is far too involved in his personal life, an infuriating Altean knight surrounded by shady rumours, and the rising threat of the Galra empire closing in on Lance's kingdom.
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18 Oct 2025
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Earth doesn't believe in soulmates and neither does Lance. The universe would like to disagree.
Or: As Lance fights his feelings for a certain Mullet-headed Leader he discovers just how real soulmates can be through the story of a curse and a future he'll never live.
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18 Oct 2025
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if you need to, darling, lean your weight to me by rottenpomegranate
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
04 Jul 2025
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"This is where I live now, Keith. I can't just leave." He says, seriously.
"Why?"
"Why can't I just leave? Keith, I-"
"No, I mean, why is this where you live now?"
At this, Lance genuinely flatters. "What?"
"Why? Why did you get into the Garrison? To milk cows and plant flowers for the rest of your life?"
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Or: Two weeks in Lance's cottage on Earth are all he gets, before he's set to leave again. Keith smokes his cigarettes, drinks his wine, kisses him like he's been wishing to since he was eighteen, and pretends it doesn't kill him inside: that the saviour of the universe is so full of grief he's acting like he's content being a farmer.
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18 Oct 2025