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“What the fuck did you just call me?” Keith asks angrily, rubbing at his own hand, his eyes wide with confusion.
“I didn’t say anything!” Lance defends, gaze flicking between Keith and the mage. He genuinely doesn’t know what the hell is going on.
The mage bows lightly, clasping their hands in front of their chest. “The ritual seems to have worked as expected. Worry not, Paladins, your new bond will vanish by itself once you’ve strengthened the preexisting bond between the two of you enough.”
Lance shivers. What? What fucking bond?
Keith seems equally as bewildered when he looks back at him.
or: Keith and Lance get magically bonded against their will. Whenever they touch, they can hear each other’s thoughts.
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"Oh good, you're all here!" Shiro greets, walking out of the front double doors of the campus with a wide grin.
Everyone waves but Keith, who crosses his arms over his chest. "What kind of setup is this?"
"You know, Keith, most people say hi before they accuse people of things," Lance offers with a sigh.
"No, he's right. This was a setup."
Three years after the end of the war, Shiro makes his way to Lance's family's farm and offers Lance an opportunity to be an instructor at the Garrison. Although he's never taught before, Lance learns about grief, love and what it means to heal.
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05 Jul 2026
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Lance flinched at the direct mention of the kiss, his entire body tensing as if struck. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment, a pained expression crossing his face before he could school his features back into a mask of indifference.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled, the words barely audible, a pathetic denial that held no weight in the charged atmosphere between them. "It was... it was nothing. We got caught up in the moment. It was a mistake. People make mistakes."
The words were like ice, each one a deliberate attempt to minimize, to invalidate the intensity of what had happened between them.
"It's not a big deal, Keith. You're making it a big deal."
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After two weeks of being avoided by Lance, Keith is officially done being patient.
Cornering him in an empty hallway seems like a good idea at the time.
Getting trapped in a maintenance closet with him was definitely not part of the plan.
Sequel to Enthral (Me) and part 2 of The Art of Falling Apart series.
While this fic can be (somewhat) read on its own, it contains spoilers for and directly follows the events of Enthral (Me). So it might be confusing to read it as a stand-alone.Series
- Part 2 of The Art of Falling Apart
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30 Jun 2026
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Keith knows how to write. What he cannot 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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30 Jun 2026
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Si me muero, sea de amor (y si me enamoro, sea de vos) by taacenda
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
30 Jun 2026
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"Y'know," Lance's voice was a soft, slurred murmur against the pillow, so close it vibrated through Keith's own skull. "I'm glad... I'm glad it was you that stayed."
Keith's breath hitched, his lungs seizing in his chest. Don't say it, he chanted silently, a desperate prayer to any deity that might be listening. But Lance, in his current state, had no access to Keith's internal monologue. "Even with all the... the bickering. And the fighting."
A small, breathy giggle escaped him at his own muddled phrasing. "I'm... I'm really glad I met you. We make a good team, don't we?"
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A diplomatic mission to Ryxara was supposed to be simple—formal talks, polite smiles, a few days of uneasy peace.
But something in the palace is wrong.Or at least, Keith thinks it is.
It’s hard to tell where genuine danger ends and his own jealousy begins, especially when Lance has always been good at drawing attention without even trying.
He’s not sure if he’s seeing patterns where none exist—if it’s paranoia, jealousy, or instinct screaming too loudly to ignore.But when Lance falls violently ill after the masquerade ball, Keith is forced to consider a possibility far worse than being wrong.
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30 Jun 2026