The storm came as hail the size of cars and skies rent apart by lightning, and in the wake of its destruction, humans with strange abilities they don't know how to control. Keith is one of these misfits, impervious to the powers of others, as is Lance, whose persuasive words do more harm than good. They meet in a city full of people with abilities, launching both into a story of finding humanity in a place intent on taking it away.
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11 Dec 2017
lancelicious: how is everyone doing on this fine day
kkogayne: why am i on here
lancelicious: cheerful as always, emo boy
kkogayne: excuse me
smidgeofnb: I’m glad you two are still flirting, but can you do it somewhere else
smidgeofnb: lance didn’t just create this chat to flirt with keith I hope
Or another chatfic no one asked for, but this time it’s set in the English school system because I understand English culture better seeing as I live here
Stuck in a university program he would rather not be in, Keith tries his best to please his half-brother Shiro while also forgetting the past that brought him to where he is. All the while handling his inability to hear out of his left ear, and the pained headache attacks that come with it—the only cure Keith managing to find for his pain coming in the lulling sound of classical music.
So when Keith offers up his apartment to help the piano prodigy Lance, who’s struggling when it comes to money, Keith can’t help but realize this may be his opportunity to help his condition while also discovering the kindness another can bring.
Prequel to Eyes lit ablaze. Reading Eyes lit ablaze is highly recommended, or else you'll be lost on what's going on here.
Again, his teacher's assholery levels aren't the point.
The point is that Lance McClain may or may not be stalking Keith Kogane right now.
It wasn't something he intended to do (promise!) but yet, here he is. Watching Keith like some kind of weirdo, or worse, an actual stalker, which, again, he promises he definitely is not.
- Part 2 of Every drop of blood I bleed
Proceeding to have an existential crisis while your supposed rival is nestled happily between your thighs isn’t really an ideal situation to be in, is the conclusion that Lance comes to as he reflects on all that’s happened within the past few days following what he’s started referring to as, ‘the night everything got a whole lot more homoerotic than usual’.
But it’s the third night in a row that he finds himself in this exact same situation, and he’s starting to run out of excuses about why this keeps happening, or on how to explain what the fuck is even going on between them anymore.