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Keith knows how to write. What he can't write, apparently, is a convincing sex scene. After one too many brutal reviews on his latest book, he ends up asking the absolute worst person possible for help: Lance McClain.
Unfortunately, Lance says yes.
Or: Keith just doing it for the plot (of his novel). Obviously.
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21 Aug 2026
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Whatever crazy visions Lance is apparently having enter the very forefront of his thoughts. First row, VIP-tickets with a meet-and-greet, kiss on the cheek included, the whole package. It’s like a dam inside his mind breaks.
Keith’s inky black hair shines, flecks of red and the nasty purple streaked into it, his skin nearly glowing, his smile blinding with the slightest sliver of his chipped incisor showing, and have his eyes always been this intensely striking? Have his shoulders always looked this broad?
In the light, Keith looks more beautiful than ever.
Lance’s stomach sinks with the realization. He thinks he’s gonna hurl. He’s going to throw up everywhere. He’s gonna–
or: Lance gets bitten by a love bug. There’s no way in hell he would ever be into Keith like that.
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16 Aug 2026
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“I’m not cut out for this shit,” Lance admits, hardly able to face Keith as he says it. He passes the bottle back.
Keith stares at the glass, at where Lance’s lips just were, and is unable to bring it to his own. It feels too intimate. He frowns, sorting through things in his mind. “…For parties?”
Lance looks at him like he’s being purposefully dense. “For Voltron.” He rolls a hand out toward the sky. “For— for being out here in space.”
Or, sometimes a few drinks go a long way.
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14 Jun 2026
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The thing about strings was that if you didn’t want to see yours, or if the spirits willed it, they vanished. Maybe somewhere, deep down, Sokka didn’t want soulmates to exist at all. Life would be easier that way. Less painful.
Sokka can't see any strings. Not even his own.
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The four nations speak different languages, but with soulmates.
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21 Apr 2026
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What if Sokka and Zuko were able to know each other as more than enemies? What if they became confidants and friends through letters without ever realizing who was on the other side? How would that spark of a connection change the course of their lives?
A spark is a little thing, yet it may kindle the world.
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20 Apr 2026