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"I find myself wondering, sweet reader, when exactly someone will take a shovel to the back of this racist statue's metal head and begin dismantling our university’s scandalous love affair with the most problematic donors they could possibly find. I’m looking at you, President Zarkon, kindly remove your hand from the Republican Party’s dick. This is a liberal arts college for God’s sake."
When Galra University's Tumblr page, meant for football game updates and pleads for attendees for club meetings, is plagued by a mysterious writer determined to eviscerate every toxic part of the college, Lance is intrigued. When he becomes a leading character in the anonymous letters, well, he gets a little more curious. Lance becomes determined to unveil the writer and find out a) what is his problem exactly and b) does he really think Lance's eyes are that blue?
A tale in which Lance is oblivious and pining for the hot nerd in the back of his Greek mythology class, Keith can wield a pen with deadly cruelty, and you, dear readers, suffer from the pains of dramatic irony.
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“Let me guess. Body horror.”
There was a delicate eyebrow raise. “Impressive guess.”
Lance offered a halfhearted wave to Keith’s SAW T-shirt. “I’m sure you sit in your cave and drink blood and think of all the ways a human body can break in half.”
That earned him a smile with teeth. And yeah, sure, Lance could see what James found attractive. If he squinted. Chugged more wine.
“And I’m sure you spend your time thinking of the least outrageous age gap you can have between your love interests.”
Lance’s eyes narrowed.***
If you were to consider some towns sleepy, then Luna Falls spends most of the time snoring. The only time Luna Falls wakes up is while it hosts its annual writer retreat. Aspiring authors from all over the United States travel to New England for the three week seminar, gunning for a publication deal awarded to one lucky writer. Lance, a Luna Falls local, has spent his entire life preparing, saving, and writing. He joins the fellowship of writers in hopes to not only leave with publication prospects, but to also show the power of the commonly underrated romance genre. Imagine his displeasure when a brooding horror writer steals the spotlight right out from under him.
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I FRICKING LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCHXJZJZB EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS PERFECT
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“My Abuela said it,” Silvio insists. “She said you have to wear the hat, because you have a pale ass so you’re going to get skin cancer and die before Lance even wakes up.”
Keith looks between the children and the hat, too confused to glare, sweaty and horrid from pulling weeds beneath the scorching sun. “What?”
“That’s wrong,” Nadia complains, and yanks her brother down to her level to whisper the correction in his ear.
“Ooh,” Silvio amends. “Tía Veronica said you have a pale ass. My Abuela said you’re gonna die.”
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When Lance is fatally wounded during their final battle, the blue lion enters a deep hibernation with Lance inside. Unsure when or if he’ll wake, Keith is forced to wait and watch over him in the company of the people he fears most: Lance’s family.
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this fic was a beautiful experience 😭 like the best i have ever read 😭 it destroyed me in ways unimaginable, and then proceeded to heal me ALSO in ways unimaginable