How could someone live in a world where everyone has a mark that explains their personalities but yours is just... wrong. That's how Lance lives everyday. He has the mark of Meaning, a mark that shows that he knows what he wants to do and enjoys his life. A mark that shows that he will always be there for others, helping them. A mark that... doesn't represent him. But, he didn't want to burden anyone with the idea that he was unhappy, so he hides behind his happy little mask, not letting anyone know of his struggle. But Keith, a kid that Lance meets while they were in the Garrison and became friends, and rivals, with, notices that... the mark doesn't match. That is one of his traits, perception. Will Keith be able to really do anything about it? Or will he just let his friend live out his life as a sad, misread hologram of the person that is really there? (I do not own Voltron, the characters or the cover art)

Keith panicked when he heard Lance's strained voice and then panicked even more when he heard nothing else.. "LANCE!?" Everyone else began shouting too. "Lance! Can you hear me?!" Shiro "Are you Okay?!" Pidge "Stay with us buddy!!" Hunk Klance One - Shot

Lance was the class clown back in school. His crooked grin full of gaps often brought a smile to his friend's faces. Seeing everyone else smile made him happy. Lance was the shameless flirt in the Garrison. It made the girls laugh at his failed attempts, and the boys chuckle at his ridiculousness. He didn't mind being turned down, because everyone ended up happy. Lance was the blue paladin. It was his duty as a member of Voltron to keep the universe happy. But sometimes, just sometimes. Lance couldn't bring himself to smile Cover art: thesearchingastronaut.tumblr.com

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.

No one gave it a second thought whenever Lance would go quiet when someone mention family or Earth or how Lance should just be quiet sometimes. No one noticed until Lance locked himself in his room, not coming out for anyone, screaming gibberish at anyone who'd try to get in. No one knew why, but Keith was determined to find out. Dude this description sucks omg

❝Being in the seventh wheel is quite fun❞ in which where Lance thinks that he is not needed and feels like he's better off gone with suicide. ❥ angst | boy x boy ©︎-peiskos 2017 || completed; April 12th 2017 #9 in poetry - 13.05.2018

~Completed, 2017~<<Under construction>> ~Ranked #2 Gaysinspace~ ❗️Warning❗️ Contains Cutting and depression. Do not read if you are easily sad,depressed, or anything like that. ~~~~ Cutting. Lance had heard of it before. It had crossed his mind a lot, while his father brutally beat him up, and his mother spent time away, saying it's for the best. "Lance?" Keith asked, looking at his friend as he read the poster. "I have to go to the bathroom" Lance laughed falsely, but it seemed real. Keith nodded, and Lance zoomed to the bathroom. He pulled out a razor blade, which he kept with him, and gently set it on his skin, his mind spinning.~ (I don't own any characters! The belong to DREAMWORKS)

I don't know what to call this so bear with the current title. This was inspired by stuff I saw on the internet too. Also this is my first time writing a fanfic so please have mercy on me :')

Minecraft Diaries School AU fanfic. Laurance is a 17 years old student at Phoenix High. He's life isn't exactly great, and when one day, he accidentally brings a note where he has written all the insults his mother tells him, one of his classmates, Garroth finds it, his life isn't definitely going to get better. Garroth decides to find out what the note is about. Will Garroth find out, or will he have to drop the whole thing and move on??

Tourettes Syndrome Fanfiction: After running out of stockpiled medications, Lance's Tourettes Syndrome takes a dramatic turn from just small movements to shouting things out. Unfortunately, Keith seems to be on the receiving end of some of Lance's outbursts. How does the team cope while Lance adjusts? A/N: I wrote this to help deal with my new diagnosis of Corporalia sided with my Tourettes