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Keith got home late the next day. That morning, Keith had told his dad about Lance, how he wanted to be with him. Surprisingly, Nate had been excited. "Finally! I can't wait to meet him," he'd said. He also mumbled something about accepting Keith and supporting his decision, but by then Krolia had turned on the blender for her smoothie and Nate's words were drowned out. Keith appreciated it, though, and his dad had hugged him so hard he thought his ribs might actually break.

They'd then driven Keith to the airport and, with a teary goodbye, sent him off, back to California and back to Lance. Krolia had taken Keith aside and made him promise that he'd pursue Lance, and not give up. He promised. He wanted to.

The traffic back to their city wasn't that bad, considering how packed it normally was, and Keith got home a little after 10. The street that the Holt house was on was quiet, and most of the homes had all their lights out. The gravel of the driveways was actually crushed white seashells, which added a pretty aesthetic.

As Keith pulled into the driveway with his motorcycle, he smiled softly. His surfboard was still propped up against the wall of the garage and the sound of waves was calling to him. It was hard not to drop everything and run to the ocean, sit on the surf with his board and look over the night sky.

Instead, he hefted his bag, which had been stored under the seat of his bike, into his arms and trudged up to the porch. After digging around in his pockets for the key, he let himself inside and quietly dropped his bag in the foyer. He'd unpack tomorrow when he woke up- he was too tired now.

Upon walking into the living room, Keith noticed Pidge at their computer, typing away. With anyone else, he would've been more cautious as to not surprise them, but it was virtually impossible to startle Pidge.

"Hey," Keith sighed, flopping onto the couch. Pidge paused, looking back at Keith.

"Hi, how was the trip?" Keith flashed them thumbs-up. He almost wanted to tell Pidge about Lance, but decided against it. Shiro would be pissed if Keith told anyone before him.

"That's good," Pidge commented, resuming typing.

"Is everyone home?" Keith didn't know what he'd do if Lance was actually there.

"Shiro and Matt are sleeping. Lance just went to work, he'll be home at midnight," Pidge informed him dutifully.

Nodding, Keith yawned. "Thanks," he mumbled, then said goodnight and walked into the hallway. The door to the basement, where his room was, was on his right, and the stairs leading upstairs, to everyone else's rooms, was straight ahead. Keith glanced backwards to see that Pidge wasn't watching, and then padded up the stairs.

The ladder that led up to the attic was propped up against the wall, and Keith steeled himself before climbing up and pushing the hatch open.

Lance's room in the attic smelled like seafoam and incense, thanks to Romelle. It was a fairly large room, to be honest, and the walls slanted up into the triangle of the roof. Keith looked around, then slowly sat on Lance's bed.

This was Lance. The dirty clothes on the floor, the makeup on the dresser, the satchel on the bedpost. Lance was messy and beautiful and everywhere, all over this room. Keith wanted to sleep in the bed and smell Lance on the sheets, but he decided against it, obviously.

Instead, he got up and walked to the circular window that overlooked the beach, and exhaled deeply, lifting up some dust that had settled on the sill. He was really gonna have to put in effort to repay for the shit he pulled on Lance.

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Someone was knocking on the hatch of the attic. Lance groaned, opening his eyes. "What?" He called out, slumping out of bed and pulling his blanket around himself like a cape.

"Lance? Can you open up?" Lance grimaced. What the shit? That was Keith's voice. Lance yanked open the hatch reluctantly.

Keith was standing below, holding two mugs of coffee on a tray. "Lance, please come down, I want to apologize." Lance promptly closed the door.

"I don't want to hear it," Lance snapped, muffled from the other side of the hatch.

"Remember how I helped you at the waterfall?" Keith struggled for words, "W-We had a bonding moment! I cradled you in my arms!" He spluttered, desperate.

The hatch was suddenly wrenched open again. Lance eyed the coffee, then looked down at Keith. There it was again, his gills and blue freckles showing through his skin. Putting as much venom as possible into his words, Lance leaned forward, angry and hurt. "Nope, don't remember, didn't happen," he said cooly, then shut the hatch on Keith, who was left still holding the two mugs of coffee below.

For the next week, Keith made Lance coffee every morning, and tried to talk to him every chance he could. Lance mostly didn't respond, and if he did it was in short answers, but Keith still tried to make conversation, reminding himself of his promise to his mother.

Little by little, Keith allowed himself to watch the little things Lance did that he could admire. A few days later, he sat at the kitchen table, waiting with two steaming mugs of coffee, for Lance to come downstairs, and he felt his cheeks heat up when Lance came down shirtless, the waistband of his boxers riding up above his flannel sweatpants.

Lance had freckles everywhere, clustered at his shoulders, cheeks, elbows, and knees, and Keith admired them as Lance rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and ruffled his hands through his bedhead. He scowled at Keith when he caught him staring and made a point to make himself coffee instead of taking the one Keith had made him.

"Good morning, Lance," Keith said, "Sleep well?"

"Fuck off," Lance replied tersely, narrowing his eyes. "I don't know why you're doing this, you made it very clear that you wanted nothing to do with me."

Keith sighed, grimacing. "I know. And I'm sorry. I fucked up. But I'm trying to make it up to you, I really am. I want... I want to talk to you, Lance. I want to get to know you. I want," he bit his lip, "to be with you."

Lance hesitated. This was way too confusing. First Keith was telling him to stay away, and now he wanted to have something, whatever it was, with Lance? "Make up your mind, Mullet," Lance grumbled, walking out of the kitchen. He wasn't as mad as he was before, though, and he didn't know what it meant.

The other housemates found the whole thing amusing. Shiro thought that the two would be a "complimentary couple", Matt just wanted to make fun of them, and Pidge was fine with whatever the two decided as long as they weren't constantly PDA-ing, which made Keith blush because 'Lance and I aren't even dating!'

Keith had talked with Shiro the morning after he'd gotten back from Texas, and Shiro hadn't really been surprised. "I don't care if you're gay, straight, trans, non-binary, cis, whatever. You're Keith, no matter what you identify as. And I support you if you want to be with Lance. To be honest, I kind of knew you were gay, but it was up to you to figure it out yourself. I'm here for you." He'd then interrupted his whole heartwarming speech by asking if he could do Keith's eyeliner, but they laughed over it anyways.

A week and two days after Keith had gotten home, after 9 cups of coffee left under the attic's hatch, Lance accepted the coffee. Keith's smile spread wider than he thought it could when he saw that Lance had taken it, and he realized that this meant that Lance had also read the note that he'd left with it every morning.

Usually Keith came upstairs after an hour of leaving the coffee under the hatch to collect the then-cold mug, but this time, and empty cup was left and the note was gone. Which only meant one thing- Lance had given in, and maybe even forgiven Keith.

Little did Keith know, Lance was upstairs, sitting on his bed, holding the note as he contemplated the contents. The coffee had been good. Really good. He guessed that being a barista a Starbucks had paid off for Keith, because the caramel tones in the smooth macchiato had been blended perfectly.

As for the note... Lance hadn't even known that there was a slip of paper under the mug until he lifted it. It was a strip of paper, Keith's big, curly handwriting scrawled across it in neat lines.

Lance, I'm sorry for being an asshole. You didn't deserve that at all, I know. I snapped at you only because I was scared. I don't like it when things change, especially things about myself. So I kind of disregarded the fact that I liked you and punished myself, and you, because of it. I didn't mean it. I talked to my mom when I went home to Texas, and she told me that I should pursue the things that make me happy. And I think that you could make me happy. And I could make you happy if you let me. Please think about it, even if it's just being friends.
-Keith

Lance felt so confused. What was this? Was Keith seriously...?

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How are you guys? Ready for the Q&A?

shibestarr : do you have any writing tips? as in do you think using big words or blunt words are better in a story, or is there a way to make a story give off a certain feel when you're reading it? (etc)

First off, I have a grammar book (Cal's tips n tricks) with a lot of my writing tips n tricks (obviously lolol). I update it a bunch with little mini-lessons and writing devises I use. As for big and blunt words, I think there's an appropriate use for both.

I tend to use big words when I'm describing places, people, events, and use blunt words for describing emotions.

So, for example, if I described a carnival, I'd use words like spectacular or marvelous, stuff like that, and make it big paragraphs with lots of description.

But if I wanted to paint a really sad scene, I'd use short sentences (and sentence fragments) to make it more lifelike. Do we really think in full, literate ways when something negative happens to us?

"All he knew was that it hurt. Inside and outside. White hot pain."

Stuff like that, you get me?

And to give your writing a certain feel, I suggest using adjectives and actions that sound happy or sad or nervous, or whatever feeling you're trying to relay. Also, when I'm listening to a happy song, I tend to write happier content, and the same with sad songs I guess.

I hope this helped!

Artistic_Author : What is your favorite Voltron au?

That's pretty hard to say. I'm a bit ashamed to say that I don't read a lot of klance content, just because I'm always way too busy and I can never get myself to finish them, but right now I'm reading the famous Dirty Laundry. It's really good so far, and I really enjoy the writing style. I guess I'm reading it so I know what to look for to keep you guys happy with my content? I can only dream of having one of my fics being as amazing as that- the Holy Grail of Klance fanfiction haha.

As for general AUs, as you all know I love mer!Lance and other variations, but i also adore Altean!Lance and FullGalra!Keith aus, and I've seen a few before where Lance is a prince, which I love.

And of course, plain old realistic AUs, where they're just teenagers on earth are amazing.

I really will read anything if the plot is interesting and the grammar is solid :)

Sharpshooter_Blue : Who's your favorite character to write about? Why do you want my babes (Matt and Lance) to suffer?

My favorite character in general is Lance, I've loved him since season one haha, so I guess he's my favorite character to write about? I think he's a very layered character and I can't wait to see him open up more in season 7 :)

As for Matt and Lance, yes I know, I've kinda put them through shit. BUT I have an explanation. In Matt's case, he and Shiro are very close, and that means a lot to Matt. He'd never want to do anything that would distance or separate the two of them, so he refrains from telling Shiro about his feelings for that reason.

As for Lance- he's pretty overwhelmed with everything right now, as you saw in Lo Siento, but I strongly believe that characters need to develop themselves, and mature and grow as themselves before they can commit to a relationship. It's really important to me to have character development because that's so true with the actual show. I want Lance to be as realistic as possible, and that includes him being sensitive and having self-esteem issues. But I promise, he'll be a happy bean in a chapter or two :))

@-courteous : in your opinion, who actually won? the pancake team or the waffle team?

Tough tough tough question. For those of you who have no idea what this is referring to, go check out the comment section in Ch. 'Harmless' and look for the comment with 93(?) replies hahaha

I think that both teams have really opened up my mind, but I think the ultimate winner is Wancakes.

That and Tom Holland ofc.

TheAlmostAuthor : What's your favorite Voltron au and why? Who's your favorite and least favorite character to write about (and why)? Will Klance be a slow burner like you did in your last book?

As I already answered your first 1 1/2 questions in other answers, I'll start with my least favorite character to write about. I'd have to say... Pidge. This isn't hate on Pidge, I love them!! But it's always kind of hard for me to write about their character because I always see them as trans or non-binary and I get some criticism for that because it's not canon :( idk, I just get that vibes from them, even if it's not in the show. Also, Pidge is really really smart and also really really sassy and wonderful, so I'm always afraid that I'm not portraying them right in my writing. I love Pidge though, don't get me wrong :)

As for a slow burning Klance~ YES, like beat drop, this has taken a while. I mean, this is what, chapter 22? And we're just getting into the action? I know that must be frustrating for you guys, and I'm sorry about that, but as I said before, i think both characters need to develop and grow on their own before I put them together, just like in the show, if Klance turns out to be canon (which I'll be talking about in a second). But now both characters have grown, both have had their ups and downs, and now they're ready to be together, so buckle your seatbelts, Klance is on it's way.

@MERCY_ISH_ME : do you think Klance will ever be canon, or did season 6 ruin that idea?

Yes. I think Klance will be canon. Here's why. I saw this on Instagram, get ready for some reading lol:

Here's the link: https://www.instagram.com/p/BkgIbfDHfIc/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=1budip3n50o9g

Honestly, I agree with all of this. It makes sense, and it gives me a lot of hope for a Klance endgame. Needless to say, I'm excited for season 7.

DarkGem101 : Do you agree or disagree that the Illuminati is just a cover up hiding the bigger picture?

Uhh okay. So I'm BIG into conspiracy theories, myths, legends, shit like that, and I definitely do think that the government hides shit from us, but I think some theories can be a stretch. For example, lizard people. Wtf. But like,, aliens and shit? Totally possible, I think. Illuminati, though? It's a stretch and I think I'd need a solid argument, so if you've got one, sHARE, I'm interested.

DarkGem101 : thoughts on mothman?

Buzzfeed Unsolved? I'm with Ryan on this one. Mothman could propose and I'd marry him in a heartbeat. Totally real. *mothman noises* (please tell me you guys watch buzzfeed unsolved)

Hales002 : What name do you think they'll give Texas Kogane?

Texas Kogane. Duh.

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Alrightyyyy that's it (I'll answer anything else in the next chapter if you guys have more questions haha) thank you for reading~ and I hope I answered your questions guys

Love you guys!!