Let me start off with two apologies. I'm sorry for the wait, and I'm sorry that I didn't really have time to edit this chapter for mistakes. So please ignore grammar and stuff. I have been so very busy. Trying to find a job really sucks right now, and I desperately need one if I want to pay my bills. Then I have finally made a large amount of progress with my book, finally sitting down to rewrite it. And I also got made DM for my friend's Pathfinder group, which is essentially Dungeons and Dragons. So I get to create a story solely for them to enjoy. It is great practice for writing fantasy stories, though. Again, thank you to everyone who has been recommending my story. I found several of you on tumblr since my last update. I also enjoyed trying to torment keiths-stupid-mullet on there. And they have done a very good job promoting me.
Chapter 10
"I don't want to do another interview this week," Keith muttered as he sat in the passenger seat of the car that Thace was driving. Apparently he had been moved, again, while several states over for several signings and even some nerd TV show that had requested him.
A month had gone by since the Voltron convention, and everything was about as bad as Keith had always thought it would be if this were to happen. But the worst part? Lance had not said a word to him. He wasn't even sure if he would see Lance again before the guy went home for winter break. It sucked. Lance didn't answer his calls or texts, and Keith had barely been home long enough to stop by to try and talk to him.
He had at least gotten all his college work finished, but the truth was... Keith probably wouldn't be returning to college for spring semester. It sucked, but it was life. He hated all the attention that some of his classmates had been giving him. Not to mention that random people would come up and harass him while walking to class.
Keith had gotten to see Pidge and Hunk once since the convention. Hunk had still been in shock, but had just smiled and hugged Keith so tightly, thanking him for creating Voltron. It was nice. Keith just wished that Lance was okay with it all. Pidge assured him that Lance just needed time and that he would come around. But, as the days went by, Keith got less and less hopeful that it was true.
Thace sighed and said, "I know. And I know you've hated all this." He spared Keith a glance, who was leaning against the door with a frown. "I take it that the boy... Lance... has still yet to talk to you?" Keith shook his head. "Try not to dwell on it. I do promise that we will do everything we can to keep this address private, and it should be your new permanent one."
As they pulled up to it, Keith stared. It was a house. Like a real house. Not the biggest, but it was definitely more than enough for one person. It was big enough for two. It even had a yard. Keith stared at Thace. "This is my house?"
"Yes."
They both climbed out and Keith frowned at the movers as they took his things inside. He owned this house? "Where did the money come from?"
"The same place that your hotel room did," Thace explained as he handed over Keith's key. He arched a brow at the confused expression on Keith's face. "I told you this before."
There was some memory of that, but Keith had zoned out. Not that he would tell Thace that. "Could you tell me again? Is this costing me? Because I definitely did not agree to this."
"No," Thace sighed.
They entered the house and Keith took a moment to look around. There was a really nice kitchen and even a dinning room, though the dining room wasn't that big. Then again, Keith really didn't care about it. He would rather sit down on the couch and watch TV while he ate. People were already stocking his fridge. The living room was fairly big with a high ceiling, and railing that overlooked it from the second floor. There was a new TV waiting for Keith, which he really didn't mind.
There was a small bathroom downstairs as well, but nothing special. Upstairs, though, it was great. The master bedroom was around the same size as the living room, way more space than Keith needed. There was another TV there, and a bed that could fit about three people. He had a deep walk-in closet, although he really didn't need a huge closet for how few clothes he had. Keith had never been a fashion person. Although, that seemed to be about to change, because it was also being stocked with clothes that Keith really did not recall buying. An army of shoes had also been supplied.
The master bathroom was also big with a nice shower and everything. A small hallway led down to what was probably another bedroom, but had been converted into a studio for Keith to work in. All of his paints, pencils, sketchbooks, and everything had been dropped off for Keith to sort through himself. It had a large window that looked down on the backyard, which was fenced in with a small patio for Keith to enjoy, if the mood ever hit. Keith couldn't really see himself sitting down for breakfast out there or anything. At least there wasn't a pool, then Keith would really feel uncomfortable with how much this place probably costed. Still, it really left him questioning things.
When he turned to Thace, the man said, "Your mother paid for it." Those words shook Keith to his core. They echoed on repeat for about a minute. "The money she's been getting from your profits, she apparently has been setting it aside for you. So she bought you this, and paid for your hotel room." He came up beside Keith, who was still frozen in place. His mother. Bought. Him. A. House? What? Was this a dream? It had to be a dream. There was no way that that sentence would make sense if it wasn't a dream. "Your parents agreed on it when you signed your contract."
Did not compute.
His mother? Bought him a house? Bought Keith a house? Keith's mother had bought him a house? Saying it over and over didn't help it seem any more reasonable to believe. The same mother that had left him and his father had bought him a house? The same mother that had been distant most of his years after the divorce? She bought him a house?
"Was there a catch?"
Thace gave Keith a strange look. "Excuse me?"
"A catch," Keith repeated. "Was there a catch to this? Did she want anything? Because if she did, then you can tell her that-"
"Keith," Thace interrupted him. "There is no catch." He handed over a stack of papers. It was the deed to the house. "It's completely yours, no strings attached. We all thought you deserved something nice after what you did and for putting up with this new life, and your parents wanted you to have a house when you got old enough. One that you wouldn't have to worry about paying for."
"Why didn't she tell me?"
"Well it's not like you have been on the best speaking terms."
Fair.
"Come on!"
"No."
"Just call him."
"Stop being a baby."
"No- Wait!"
Lance's mouth dropped and Pidge smirked back at him. It was clear she had won this round. Didn't mean Lance was going to do what she wanted, though. Both Pidge and Shay stood in Lance's room, hovering beside his bed as he stared up at the ceiling.
For the past month, it was the same day after day of wanting Lance to talk to Keith. But how was he supposed to? Keith had lied to him! Lance had practically made a fool of himself in front of Keith all this time, spouting off about his obsession of Voltron and everything to do with it, and Keith had just let him. He even let Lance try and explain Voltron to him. The most important figure to Lance—outside of his family and friends—and they had been right there under his nose for months now. He had insulted the author of Voltron's hair upon meeting him!
How could Keith just stand there and let Lance make a fool out of himself this whole time?
It wasn't like Lance needed help doing that!
His hands came up to cover his face as realization hit him. He had seen the author of Voltron naked. He had kissed the author of Voltron. What was his life anymore? How could he face Keith again after all this?
"Keith," Shay took over, "you need to talk to him."
Pidge nodded. "Hunk saw him the other day in class, and said that he seemed rather down."
Why would anyone be down when they had so many people fawning over them? Keith was basically a new celebrity in the nerd community. Not that Lance had been keeping tabs on Keith since the convention. Nope, not at all. And he totally hadn't read that first issue of the new season of Voltron about ten times before even getting back home that weekend.
One more had come out since then, and it didn't seem like he even had to buy it. Hunk came home the day before they came out with three copies for each of them. Keith had apparently given them to him in class that day. And, well, who was Lance to refuse a gift?
He knew they were right, of course, but it wasn't easy for Lance to talk to Keith right now. He didn't know what to say. Where would they even start? Eventually, yes, Lance would talk to him again, he just didn't know when. He still liked Keith, still felt the same way about him, it was just different to look at Keith now that he knew who he was.
"He tried to tell you," Pidge continued.
That had started to sink in as well. Looking back on it, there were several times that Keith has wanted to talk to him that weekend, but Lance had been too distracted or tired to talk.
Barely above a whisper, Lance asked, "Why did he even come up there?"
Pidge picked up one of his pillows and hit him with it, causing Lance to yelp. "Because it was you, stupid. He went up there for you. He likes you, remember. He gave up his normal life for you. Because apparently you're that important to him."
"In case you forgot," Hunk said, suddenly appearing in the doorway, "he did model a character after you. Well, changed the model."
That still felt weird to think about. It was amazing, but weird. His phone weighed heavily in his hand. Maybe he should call Keith. He just... couldn't.
Pidge shook her head. "Didn't seem like he wanted to tell anyone. I figured it out for myself by accident, but he was actually going to tell you. He wanted you to know. Apparently he couldn't date you until he told you, which is probably why he put off dating you so long to work up the nerve to actually tell you." Lance squinted his eyes at her as she finished and adjusted her glasses.
Taking in a deep breath, Lance swung his legs over the side and got off the bed. "I need some air," was all he mumbled before grabbing his keys and heading out the door. He didn't even put his shoes on until outside.
He just wanted some peace and quiet to think. Every single day since the convention, all three of them had done nothing but lecture him about why he needed to talk to Keith. And maybe Lance did need to talk to Keith, but he would do so in his own time. After he thought everything over.
The air was much colder now, and Lance was suddenly glad that he had been lounging in his hoodie. Tilting his head back, Lance exhaled a few times to watch his breath in the cold. He had not seen any of this coming. Keith being the author that Lance had been in love with all this time was like the biggest plot twist to the story that was his life. How was Lance supposed to react to something like that? Even if Keith had told him in private, Lance would have probably still been where he was now. Possibly. There was no real way of knowing.
Another ten minutes of walking had Lance change his course to the coffee shop on campus that he worked at. Maybe some coffee would give him the answers he sought. Even if Keith was the author of Voltron, he was still Keith, right? He was still the stupid guy with the mullet, who Lance had developed feelings for. So why was it so hard to look at him the same now?
Perhaps the coffee shop had been a mistake.
Waiting off to the side for his coffee, was Keith, wrapped up in a scarf and warm jacket. He turned at the sound of the door and his eyes snapped to focus upon realizing it was Lance. And there Lance was, frozen, and contemplating running out the door. Too late now, Keith saw him.
"Hi," Lance found himself saying. His hand was even up in a wave, and now he couldn't get it to come back down.
"Hi," Keith repeated. He briefly met Lance's gaze before casting his eyes to the floor. "Um, sorry. I didn't think you were here, so I..." Keith motioned over his shoulder at the counter. "Um, I'll be gone shortly. You don't have to leave."
"It's fine," Lance whispered. His body finally moved to Lance's command again and he stepped more into the store. Okay, Lance had been seeing Keith every so often online for various reasons, but something about him in person was always much more beautiful to Lance. "I just..." Lance also motioned to the counter, "needed some coffee."
Lance's lips instantly tilted down. Where was... Lance moved forward and grabbed the back of Keith's head without a word. Keith, blinking in confusion, just let it happen. Lance stepped around Keith and squinted. What the fuck? It was...
"Why did you cut your hair?"
"What?" Keith blinked, hand shooting behind his head. "Oh. Um, my stylist thought this would look better for my image. I mean, it's whatever. It was just a stupid mullet, right?" The look and smallness to Keith right then, made something squeeze in Lance's chest.
It was true, Lance had made fun of Keith's hair and everything, but that was Keith's hair. And, while this haircut did look very nice, it just wasn't Keith. Now Lance realized just how much he did, in fact, like Keith's hair as it was.
"You should have told them to fuck off."
That got a soft chuckle out of Keith as the barista slid his coffee across the counter. Keith grabbed it and said, "I didn't think you cared that much."
"It was just your look," Lance retorted. "Next time tell them..." And then there was a short car horn outside. Keith and Lance both turned to look and a car flashed its lights.
"Oh," Keith quickly said, "right. Sorry, I forgot that Thace was still in the car. I just got home from a signing today." With a better look, standing so close now, Lance could see the exhaustion in Keith's eyes. It seeped through his voice as Lance listened more closely. "I should probably go."
Go? But they just started talking. Why would Keith go?
But Lance just could not get his mouth to work. So he just had to watch as Keith walked to the door. As soon as it opened, Lance spun away and cursed himself. He was so stupid. Just say something! Anything! It wasn't that hard!
"Lance." Spinning back around, Lance found Keith still in the doorway. He pursed his lips and then said, "Are you... I mean, are you probably going home for winter break?"
There was definitely something there in Keith's voice, and hope in his eyes. Seeing him now, though, was much harder than Lance thought it would be. Even breathing felt hard, a heavy weight now crushing against his chest.
"Probably." Lance's voice had cracked. Blushing, Lance cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah. I guess anyways. At least for Christmas. I know I'll be back for New Years."
Sadness and hurt flashed across Keith's face, but then it was gone in the blink of an eye. Keith smiled and nodded, stepping out into the cold and getting into the car that was waiting for him. Gone. He was gone again. Already he felt like a memory in Lance's mind. Standing there, not sure if he needed to move or not, Lance was no longer sure if coffee would help take away the cold that he was now left with.
Christmas was different this year. Even if his father was not able to be with them, Keith still enjoyed being with Shiro and his stepmother on Christmas. And then Allura had started to come and made it even warmer. This year, Keith had gotten in late on Christmas Eve and had instantly crashed in his bed. Kolivan, who Keith and Thace agreed was probably a Scrooge, had set Keith up to do a Christmas special show with a YouTube channel playing board games. Something felt missing, though. And this year it wasn't his father.
Ever since the convention, Keith had just felt empty. Something inside him was missing. Thace tried to tell him that it was just his new life, and that Keith would adjust with time. Keith wasn't sure that was it. He was pretty sure what was missing was Lance.
He sat on the floor on Christmas morning, in his pajamas, as everyone opened presents. Honestly, presents were one of the things that Keith always liked about his job. Because it allowed him to buy nice things for his family. Growing up, Keith really hadn't really had much, especially after the divorce. And seeing their faces usually made him very happy, but not this year.
This year Keith was sulking.
His phone sat between his crossed legs. His mother had already tried to call him to wish him a Merry Christmas like she did every year, which was one of the few times that Keith usually heard from her. He hadn't picked up. Keith wasn't sure what to say to her after learning about what she had done. It was just too... nice to be her. Or at least the image Keith had of her. Maybe he had just been wrong about his mother all these years? His father had never seemed upset with her, only Keith had. He had blamed her for the divorce.
It still didn't change the fact that she stopped trying to be a mother to Keith after that.
Here he was, mind wandering to things like Lance, and Lance was probably having such a good time with his family that he wasn't even thinking about Keith. It sucked. Keith had been leaving him alone, not texting him, and giving Lance some space. He just wished Lance would text him. Or even call him. But there was nothing that Keith could do. All that could be done now was wait and let things fall where they may.
It didn't make him feel any better about any of it.
"Keith?" Allura asked gently.
Keith looked up and found that they were the only two in the room. A quick look over his shoulder found that Shiro and his mother were in the kitchen making breakfast. He hadn't even noticed them move.
"Are you all right?" Allura continued.
"Not really, but nothing I can do about it."
With a smile, she nudged him. "Are we really so boring?"
It wasn't much, but it did get a small smile out of Keith. "It's not that." With a sigh, Keith placed the box in his hand down and leaned back on his palms. "I just... wish I at least had an answer. I wanna know if I should try to move on, or if there is still some hope for me and him."
"I don't think it's time to give up yet. Maybe this break will be good for him, give him a chance to clear his mind and think about everything."
"Probably not what I want, though."
A soft smile touched at her lips. Allura reached over and squeezed Keith's shoulder. "Sometimes we have to think about the other person before ourselves." She waited until Keith looked at her. She waited a long time. "I don't think it will come to that, though. I think Lance likes you too much to let something like this come between you."
"Yet here we are."
"Yes," she said softly, "here we are."
Home was nice. Being away from school was nice. Being away from his friends was not so nice. But Lance was finally back at his shared place, though the other two had yet to get back. It was still a few days before New Years. Having a big family was hectic, and things had been so crazy over Christmas. But he had also been rushed out of the house, so that his father could take his mother on a cruise for a Christmas present. Of course none of the kids had been invited. Some loving parents he had.
So Lance was now forced to endure the next few days alone, bored, until his friends got back from their holiday. Not to say that he had time to relax at home. As soon as his mother asked about Lance's boyfriend—of course she would refer to Keith like that—and Lance told her they weren't talking at the moment, his mother had smacked him on the back of his head and lectured him for at least thirty minutes in very angry Spanish about how she couldn't believe she had raised such a fool.
Everyone was against him.
Lance didn't even need his mother's help. He had been thinking about Keith all break. Every so often, one of his siblings would catch him scrolling through his phone while he was looking at pictures of Keith. Which was also what he was doing at the moment, sitting on the floor of his living room, in the dark. Or he had been. Now Lance found that Keith's number was there on the screen, his finger hovering over it and ready to tap.
Lance's lips tilted down and he let the phone drop to the floor before standing to his feet and going to the kitchen to find something to snack on. He wanted to see Keith, wanted to talk to him, but Lance couldn't bring himself to do it. It was stupid, Lance knew it, but it didn't help the fact that he couldn't go through with it. It was like his body wanted this to fail, and his mind was screaming at him for it. He missed Keith. He missed his friend. He missed waking up next to that stupid mullet... which some idiot had decided to cut. Stupid Keith.
Stupid Lance.
Before he even knew what he was doing, Lance shot away from the counter in the kitchen and marched back into the living room, scooped up his phone, and sent Keith a text. The phone dropped from his hand as soon as he realized what he had done. His hands rose to his face as his body went rigid and eyes wide. What had he done?
Keith was probably enjoying family time still, right? Or maybe he was off doing some stupid Voltron thing now. It wasn't like-
The phone vibrated by Lance's foot. And there Lance was, squatting over it and looking at the screen. Keith was... here... in the city... tonight. What? Why was he not somewhere else? How was Lance supposed to get out of this now?
Because that was totally what he really wanted to do.
Which was why Lance sent a reply, asking Keith to come over. Clearly what Lance wanted. This was a disaster! What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do? Lance shrieked, and then was very thankful that nobody was there to hear it. What was he supposed to wear, though?
It wasn't like they were going out anywhere, and Keith had seen him in all sorts of states of attire, or lack thereof. It still didn't stop Lance from going to his room and getting into comfortable clothes that didn't make him look like a walking disaster. Then he fixed his hair, brushed his teeth, and gargled mouthwash.
Why wouldn't his heart stop pounding?
When there was a knock at his door, Lance still was not sure what he was going to say? Upon opening the door, though, Lance wasn't sure he would be able to get words out anyway. His throat felt dry all of a sudden.
There Keith was, dressed in dark clothing and looking pale in the bright light of the moon. He had a scarf that was wrapped up around his mouth and nose, a jacket that looked extremely warm. Lance quickly stepped aside to let Keith in.
"Uh..."
As Keith took off his jacket, he glanced at Lance from behind his eyelashes. "Hi," he whispered.
"Hi," Lance repeated.
Good start.
Lance cleared his throat as he watched Keith hang up his jacket and then take off his scarf. While Keith was turned around doing that, Lance locked into to the neck. It was less visible that it had been a few weeks ago.
"You're growing your hair back out?"
"I mean," Keith said, "just growing it back out like it was before I cut it. I told my stylist that I liked my hair how it was and I wasn't going to change for an image." The long look he gave Lance said there might have been a little more to it. "How are you?"
Lance was going out of his mind. "Good. You?"
"Good."
Good. Why was it so awkward now? They used to be so comfortable around each other. Lance didn't like this. It was still just Keith. It was also the guy that wrote the bible that was Voltron, who Lance had worshiped for years now. And that guy was now standing in Lance's apartment. No big deal.
Just Keith!
Lance shook his head and tried for a smile. "You want to maybe sit down? We could watch a movie," he said. There was a lump in his throat and Lance was forced to swallow it. Keith watching him made him uncomfortable. It wasn't a strange stare, just a normal one, but it still got to Lance. "Pidge and Hunk are still out of town, and I have been going out of my mind all day."
"Yeah," Keith said softly, "that's fine." As they walked into the living room, Lance was incredibly aware of how close Keith was behind him. "Or we could talk."
It was still just Keith. Lance smiled a little as he turned around. "Don't even beat around the bush." He sat down and picked up the remote. A soft silence fell over them as Lance flipped through Netflix to find something to watch. "I'm sorry... for being so distant."
"It's okay."
Lance couldn't even look at him when he spoke. "It's just so different to look at you now. Not because I hate you or am angry, but because I..." As every word came pouring out of his mouth, Lance could feel his face heat up. "I practically worshiped you, man. I wrote you thousands of letters over the years. I remember the day I found out about Voltron and buying my first copy. And now putting a face to this person that has had such an impact on my life..."
"Lance," Keith interrupted him, "I'm still just me. That's all I've ever wanted to be. It's why I don't tell anyone." He motioned around himself. "I never wanted any of this new life I've been thrown into, it's why I kept it so quiet. I wasn't ready to tell you for a while, but then I knew I couldn't date you without telling you." The space between them was both killing Lance and made him feel safe. But he was so very aware of every inch of Keith's side and how close it was to him. "I tried to tell you, I really did. Especially when we got to the convention."
"I know."
"I wish I had gotten to tell you in private."
"Why did you come up there?" All Lance's question got was a confused look from Lance. So he was forced to elaborate. "Why did you come up on stage and show everyone who you were?" For a moment, he thought about taking Keith's hand. He didn't. "You could have told me later. You didn't have to tell everyone who you were." A smirk finally touched at his lips as he looked at Keith. "It could have been our secret."
Keith smiled at that. So soft. It made Lance's heart stop for several long seconds. Holy shit. In that moment, Lance realized that he loved Keith. It was a word that he used freely with his family and friends, but had never told it to anyone romantically. He had never been in love. Maybe that was why it snuck up on him like it did. Because until that moment, Keith's smile, it had never dawned on Lance that he might be in love with Keith. But he was.
With a deep breath, Keith said, "I did it because it was what you wanted. You wanted to meet this person that can't even figure out why you would want to worship him. It was the look on your face, the hopefulness there. Maybe I could have waited, I probably should have, but I couldn't stop myself." Reaching up, Keith pushed some hair away from his face. The action made Lance wish that he had done it. "I didn't even realize what I was doing until I had stepped onto the stage. I... You mean a lot to me, and I didn't want to crush your spirits like that. I can endure the consequences of my action and deal with all this new bullshit, but I just wanted you to be happy."
"Well that's dumb," Lance suddenly said. It startled Keith and his eyes went wide as he looked at Lance. "I wouldn't have asked you to come forward as the author for me, especially if I knew why. You wanted to have your normal life, I get it."
Keith narrowed his eyes at him, dull look in place. "Pidge told you, didn't she?"
"So?" Lance startled. Keith smacked his face.
With a deep breath, Keith finally looked at him again. "It's fine, Lance, really. I'll still be here most of the time, I just won't be able to go to college anymore. Which does suck."
"Thanks for the free issues," Lance mumbled.
Keith smiled at that. "You know," he began, "I have the next issue back at my hotel. I could probably bring it over tomorrow and let you look at it."
All of this hit Lance and his eyes went wide. Did this mean... He had never considered that Keith might be willing to show him things. Why had he not thought about this in the past month? "Yeah, dude!"
"Or... maybe... you could come to Malmora with me sometime. See where I work."
"Yes!"
Keith hummed, tapping his lips. "I don't know. I think that's more something for like a boyfriend..."
In the next instant, Lance had shot forward and had them pressed against the back of the couch. "Keith Kogane, you cannot tease me with things like that. It's not fair. Blackmail is beneath you."
"Is it?"
This was the best news! A super great late Christmas present. None of this had crossed Lance's mind. But then Keith was pushing him off, which made Lance pout. Why was he ruining the moment?
"If you are interested in that," Keith began, rummaging through his coat. There was a bag there, which Lance had not noticed. Probably because it matched the coat. "I was at work when you texted me, and I brought my sketchbook home with me to work on." There, in Keith's hand, was exactly what he said. Keith's sketchbook, surely to contain all things Voltron. He dangled it in front of Lance. "If you want to look at it..."
Lance didn't have to be told twice, he snatched it and began to flip through the pages. This was a new one. None of these sketches looked like anything that was in Voltron yet. He looked up to Keith. He needed answers.
Keith sat back down next to Lance, this time leaving no space between them. "A lot of these are for the later issues of this season, and maybe a few ideas I've been having for next season."
"S-S-Season four?" Lance stuttered, his eyes wide and mouth agape. He was not worthy to hold this, not worthy to look upon it. He tried to hand it back to Keith, but Keith smiled and pushed it back into Lance's lap. "Keith."
"It's fine, Lance," Keith whispered. "Just don't go telling anyone."
As they kissed again, Lance smirked into it and then pulled back just a little. "My lips are sealed," he said, "at least with some convincing." Keith just rolled his eyes and kissed him again, both of their bodies going down onto the couch. They never did get around to watching a movie that night.
Sorry for the shorter chapter, I think I've just been too stressed to really write. Like starting out with this chapter, I had a huge amount of energy to write it, but then the past few days I just have had to force myself to write. Not because I didn't have any ideas, but because I have had my focus on writing that campaign or trying to find a job. If you do want to talk about my fic on like tumblr, use like "Blue Shells and Comic Books" or "xsonofhadesx" for a tag. I typically look under those. And the last one is also my tumblr username if any of you want to follow me. I do hope you enjoyed the chapter, though. As I said, I expect to wrap it up next chapter, unless I decide otherwise. But expect it to end next chapter. Then I will probably start a new klance fic when I cement out an idea or two I am working on. I think that is about it. Feel free to let me know your thoughts in a comment, and I will catch you all later.