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Lance is a fighter pilot at Galaxy Garrison, has been for a while. Life is good with his best bro Hunk, living his dream and competing with his rival since flight school, Keith Kogane. Then one night at a party Lance "accidentally" overhears something interesting that changes his life forever. Everyone claims he's the bad influence on Hunk, but this is totally Hunk's fault.
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13 Mar 2026
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He totally lied to Shiro. He doesn’t want to be alone. His failures aren’t gone—they simply settled to the bottom of him like sediment. But now the sediment rises, polluting the waterways as it lingers within him, thick and irremovable.
How sure are the doctors that they removed that parasite from his body? What if a piece is still in there, clinging to life within Keith’s muscle, feeding off the blood that pumps through his veins, waiting to strike? He's desperate to open his arms back up himself. To peer at his veins, to pick through his tendons; to ensure not a trace of that monster remains.
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Having escaped Bob's game show, the team is left to deal with the lasting repercussions.
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- Part 2 of their blood and mine
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12 Mar 2026
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I don't understand how something can be lovely and wretched at the same time:
“So, you’d die for me,” Hunk says, nodding to himself. “But you’re not gonna finish your plate?”
Jittery, Keith’s exhale turns into an aborted laugh, which he quickly tries to muffle. “I’m really fucking nauseous,” he explains.
“He’d die for me, but he won’t let me practice zapping him with this,” Pidge complains, sticking out her prosthetic finger.
“Shouldn’t have given her a taser,” Hunk sighs. “That’s for self-defence, Pidge.”
“He’d die for me but he won’t teach me self-defence.”
“Letting you taser me isn’t teaching you self-defence,” Keith protests.
“He’d die for me but he talks back–”
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Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
04 May 2024
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He sometimes thinks that, because Lance knows two languages, mastered communication for feelings English can’t even describe, he knows how to spin and shape words beyond Keith’s understanding, beyond the rules of linguistics. He says one thing, but the lilt of his voice means an entire other. So, carefully, Keith treads.
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Keith finds out what it means to long for something he’s never known, among other things.
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12 Mar 2026
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“You mean grab me and swing me around like Tarzan and Jane?”
“Exactly.”
Keith looks a bit incredulous. Lance would like to ensure him of the safety of swinging from building to building, but he’s not entirely sure as to if it really was safe at all. Probably not. But he would never let anything happen to him, would in fact catch him on the way down if the situation called for it. He says as much.
“That’s… not exactly reassuring. I’d prefer not to be falling in the first place.”
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Bookmarked by HestiaKogane
11 Mar 2026
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I have decided that if I enjoy a certain story twice, it must therefore be immediately bookmarked!
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“The only reason I wasn’t put in fighter class is because you showed up out of the freakin blue! Someone had to be booted for Shiro’s precious nepo baby, and that makes us enemies!” Lance was pretty much shouting now, stealth completely shrugged off in her indignation. “I think I’m just as good as you if not better, and I worked hard! It’s not fair that you get to just waltz in with your stupid name and stupid talent and stupid lame-ass hair-do and cut to the front of the line!”
Suddenly, Lance wasn’t a pretty girl in a bookstore bantering with Keith- she was a threat and a reminder that even the good things Keith got came from the muck under someone’s boot. Who the fuck did Lance think she was? Keith could tell from her confidence, from her inner glow, from her bouncy little footsteps and shit eating grin that Lance grew up loved. People who had a home carried it with them in their bones. It kept them warm and kept them looking forward. And for one minute, Keith felt white hot. She felt pissed and angry and ready to spit.
Keith leaned forward and flicked Lance right on her prissy little nose. “Life ain’t fair, kid. You don’t like it? Kick rocks.”
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a retelling of Keith's Garrison days
Bookmarked by HestiaKogane
11 Mar 2026