Link to the orignal: https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwjAnIyok4HYAhUJ7iYKHWcSCzAQFggpMAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Farchiveofourown.org%2Fworks%2F7454385&usg=AOvVaw2sv5_XHFZozsWAp94_pYxj I decided to upload Dirty Laundry up on wattpad for the people who can't or are having trouble with reading it on Archive of Our Own( idk why its really easy to read on there maybe you've got internet issues i don't know) The one change i made was changing the last names to the cannon ones. nothing else was changed. And now its gone. Sorry i didnt want to have to do that but you know.

"Please stop you're scaring me!" "I can't help this awful energy! God damn right you should be scared of me!" "Who is in control?" Galra!Keith ++ one of those one sentenced chapter fics (^3^)

After a near death experience Lance realizes that he might just have a small crush? A like? Maybe even love? On his so called Rival? Or Friend? (Completed BTW :D) UNDER REVISION Legit nobody asked for this but like this story has h o r r i f i c writing so I've decided to torture myself over freshmen year and fix this book

A collection of Klance one shots for the needs of shippers. From flower fields to accidental kisses, everything is here. Warning - Features some fluff. May cause extreme emotional pain, as well as sudden tantrums or uncontrollable crying. Read at your own risk. [ Currently; On Hold ]

Abandoned story I wrote in 2016 when I was like, 12 or 13

Keith wishes for a lot of things and Lance IS NOT one of them. klace (keith x lance) boy x boy cover art by pitypagn from twitter

"So you want me to go on a date with your brother?" "Yes! And you can't say no because you ate my cereal and you said you'll do anything in return." Lance eats Shiros cereal so Shiro makes Lance go out with his brother, Keith.

here is a collection of short stories that i have documented as i slouch through each and every day. looking back on these words now nearly makes me cringe; i've realized that i have wasted too much of me, too many of my words on people who don't deserve them. i have also realized that i should not and will no longer claim victory, as time has proven that once the exit of one labyrinth appears, the entrance to another is just around the corner. i often find myself at war with my need to pick up a pen, the voices in my head that demand i give up, and my desperate attempts to grasp onto someone who i believe can save me. yet i still find myself writing. for what or who, i doubt i'll ever know, but this is all i have.