Keith, his abusive father and loving mother move quite often from all of the towns his father caused harm to. They move to a small town, and Keith moves to a different school. He has bruises and scars and one curious Cuban boy finds out. What will happen then? Self harm, blood, mentions of rape. [FINISHED]

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.

*Whispers* -Voltron has taken over my life- This book is just gonna be a whole bunch of Voltron related pics, text post, etc. [Beware of Klance] -SPOILERS- Hope you Enjoy.~ [A/N] Credits to the creators~

The Lions need more love. I do not own characters or pictures

Once upon a time in a land far, far away there was an amazing, strong, fearless girl (who was me by the way) and a castle. Of course I didn't live in the castle because politics, but you'll learn about that later. Back to the story; so the girl was foretold in a prophecy that she would break the chains that connected two souls as one. That made things very complicated. And to add another issue to the many things I had to worry about, evil was rising, darkness was spreading, blah blah blah, you know the drill. This is the story of a girl named Rache, and sometimes an annoying whinny boy who answers to the name Devin. One story, two sides. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alright so I suck at summaries but here's one that was just made to be funny. I promise in the rest of the book, she doesn't talk like that, or break the forth wall (maybe. No promises). It's a fanfiction about spirit animals and it's set before the conquers first start appearing, during the war, and the aftermath. I may spilt into three books, but the aftermath would be huge compared to the other ones. So yeah. Hit that button and start reading!

(Requests: Closed) Hello! Welcome to this mess- I mean, book of oneshots! Have a ship you want to see? Or a scenario you've wanted to see some characters be in? Well, here's the place where those dreams can (possibly) come true! I'll take pretty much any ship (except Maxvid and ships like that) or scenario (Yes this includes smutty stuff... To a point), so ask away! And I have a few of my own I might throw in here, so be prepared for that. Hope you enjoy! Camp Camp belongs to RoosterTeeth and I claim no ownership of any artwork used. © Flutterbolt667, 2017

-high school au -maxpres -they're all aged up btw -they're like around 15 years old -(I have no idea where this is going I'm just bored so I decided to write)

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Max has been in foster care for about a year. Once he got back from Camp Campbell, his parents threw him in. David goes to the foster care building one day and sees Max, and you probably know what happens from here.