Lance is a normal guy, funny, good looking, he's going to night school so he can work and get his degree. Keith however, he's a bad boy, someone even teachers won't mess with, no one goes near him. But why? Aside from just being intimidating and bad at words, he's hiding something. So are most of the people in this school. And yet Lance accidentally invoked in a mess that's more then he can handle. But with Keith's help they might just make it. This is a role play I did with a friend turned into a story. Its full of angst and monsters and romance, aaand a bit of smut..

Lance McClain was burdened with a lot of things; anxiety, fretful thoughts, a bad home life... But his obsession with stars was not, what he'd consider, a burden. He was infatuated with gazing upon those burning balls of plasma, situated million of miles away from his touch. Lance would take up any offer just to stare at them, even when handed the slimmest of chances. Even when - realistically - there wasn't a way to see them. Even if the only spot to see stars were in a city, with hundreds of other artificial lights surrounding him, drowning out the natural brilliance of the real lights strung up far in the sky above. Stars offered him a comfort that no one else could - he much rather preferred the purple and blue tint of the sky compared to the marks of purple and blue on his skin. He himself was blue; figuratively, yes, but he also cherished the colour and adorned it on many of his things. So when a certain red mixes in with his life and offers him guidance and support, will a new meaning of colour embellish their lives? a/n: I did not create these characters or 'Voltron: Legendary Defender'. Credit to creation of such characters like those mentioned in my fanfic go to Dreamworks.

Lance loved talking. It was part of who he was, and his voice was his was everything. That is, until it's taken away from him. A mission gone wrong and one Druid spell later, he is forced into silence. Now, Lance must deal with trying to communicate with the others, and to try not to self destruct from all the loneliness and pain of not talking. And, to find out... Is all he is another loud mouth? ----- -Notes- *SLOW BUILD-UP TO THE KLANCE. *CONTAINS LANCELOT. *The first three chapters are short, but they will be longer after that. *Takes place after season two. *I'm not following canon, and Shiro didn't disappear after they defeated Zarkon. *I'm not going to be finished writing this before season three, and will not be changing Lotor's behavior to match canon if I'm inaccurate. *I'm aware that the paladins and co. are out of character sometimes. Please don't be rude about it to me :))))))

It wasn't the room itself that was bothering him, It was the lack of people within it. A series of non-related Lance angst! We're sorry.

{Hanahaki Disease AU} [Langst & Klance] Summary: The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. This was completely unexpected, yet could be the best thing that have happened to Lance. \\Trigger Warning// - depression - hints at eating disorder {disclaimers : No art used in the story is mine. The art is owned by the artists who have created the wonderful works and deserve the credits of their work. If you happen to know the artists, please let me know so I can give them the credit they rightfully deserve. For now, credits to the artists spiritually! Thank you for your attention.} || Started : June 23, 2018 || || Completed: ??? ||

I own nothing of Voltron. Just wanted to make a Klance story.

First story don't judge too hard this is langst there will be suicide and/or death and some things may be triggering so read at your own risk P.S. Bad at writing descriptions

You guys just guess the AU. guess it. and the cover is temporary for the moment.

Pidge wakes from a bad dream with a call out to Lance, and he happen to be passing by. From there, their relationship seems to change. #I discovered this ship recently and I love it so much.#