So I don't really do descriptions because I go with the flow, but this was my first thing so it gets better closer to the end and I personally don't like the beginning, but I hope you enjoy ~Wolf

Keith is captured. It is unlikely anyone will come to his rescue and he is stuck in a cell. He must find the way out before it's too late. But wouldn't that be so much easier with a little help? AU where Keith was raised by the Blade of Marmora and hasn't yet met the other Paladins. Slow burn klance my friends. #1 lance !!!! (12/5/18) #1 galrakeith (1/20/19) #12 vld (GUYS THANK YOU SO MUCH c:)

Keith looked towards the sky, "Are you looking at that same star, Lance? The one you told me you look at each night?" He asked, whispering these words to himself. his dim, Violet eyes gave a splash of hope in the pool of darkness that surrounded his room. But the star's glow was enough to bring his eyes to life, and make the small fairy lights around him dance. "I hope you are. " *** aaaannnnnnd here we are with another klance fanfiction! whoopie! well, this book is about an Orphan, Keith in this case, who, while running an errand for his head mistress, ran into a brunette haired boy with sea blue eyes. his name was Lance.

[ COMPLETED ] "We're going home." ~~~ The team had defeated Lotor and left him amongst the quintessence, and were now returning to Earth. Many of them thought this was long waited and were very excited. Lance was going to see his siblings, and meet his nephew for the first time. Keith was going to show his Mum around, her not having seen the place in 18 years. Pidge's family was finally going to be reunited. Hunk was going to see his mother again! Shiro was hoping to help out the garrison with gathered information, and enjoy his time with the fellow paladins. Allura, Coran and Romelle were going to learn the culture of earthlings. They were all set for an adventure and fun time. What they were faced with was not the Earth the knew and love. ~~~ "My family. They're all gone. Keith. This is not Home." --------- Important Info bellow: ~ cover (and art on it) belongs to me [although is a redraw] ~ most artwork in the book, however, are not my own ~ disclaimer: I do not own Voltron or any of the (main) characters in this book ~ plot is mine ~ First few chapters are angst (Langst, Kangst, and Klangst) ~ Heaps of Klance fluff (slow start) ~ A bit of Langst/Klangst coz we need that shit ~ THIS IS NOT A SMUT FANFICTION ~ Set after season 6 Trigger warning? I guess. Mentions of death, depressing thoughts.

"Oh my god, Keeeith," Lance wheezed. "Keith you're the best drunk space cadet I've ever seen." "Space cadet," Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance's hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance's fingers, sending shivers up Lance's arm and down his spine. "You have looong fingers," Keith murmured after a few moments. Keith's face perked up then, as if he'd just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith's pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance's ear when he spoke next. "I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance." (This is actually written on Archive On Our Own by Reader115. I love this story so much and I wanted to bring it to Wattpad. Enjoy!)

Keith was in and out of the hospital for all of his life. He often snuck out of his room to wander the halls in an attempt to stifle his boredom. When he was ten years old, he found a boy in a coma-and he happened to be around his age. He would often talk to him about his day and bring him toys. But one day, the boy was gone without a trace. Lance was nine years old when he was in a major car accident. His injuries were extensive and he was put into a medically-induced coma. When he woke up, he recovered fully and returned home. Seven years later, he suddenly remembers a certain voice that spoke to him while he was under. Book cover and Acts 1-4 covers made by: That-Other-One **Rated Mature for: sexual content, mature language, drug abuse, potentially triggering depictions of mental disorders including the topic of suicide**

Sequel to the summer camp AU Sam, Dean, Gabriel and Castiel all went to a camp on the summer of 2013. They were in a cabin together, became friends, and eventually became closer than that. Michael and Lucifer finally figured out what was going on between them and were the only ones who didn't have to leave each other. But when Dean and Sam left, and Gabriel and Castiel a few days later...there wasn't much hope. They said they'd fight to find each other...but when all the odds are against you, there's no way you can win. So what they did instead was wait. They waited until the winter of 2018.

Summer Camp AU A camp in a forest lasting all of summer. Michael, the sensible guy who looks out for everyone and constantly denies a certain fact. Lucifer, the satanic guy who never denies a certain fact. Dean, the over-enthusiastic guy who just wants his little brother to have fun. Castiel, the quiet guy who just wants to have a good time. Sam, the anti-social, not exactly mentally stable guy. Gabriel, the really nice, cheerful and caring guy. These six people, all in one location...it'll sure be a hell of a summer.

{Rewritten} Lance McClain always felt like he was cursed from birth. Being diagnosed with Sickle Cell Anemia was hard enough; but due to a serious medical error, Lance received an infected blood transfusion. Now his already short life span has been shortened, wearing down on his mind. After stumbling in the hallway of the hospital, Lance meets Keith Kogane- who instantly takes interest in him. **Rated Mature for: graphic sexual content, mature language, potentially triggering depictions of mental disorders**

Keith hated himself for liking Lance. His limber build, the way he carried himself with shoulders raised and chin held high. His blue eyes, dark like the sea's deep, inky bottom. His tangled mess of dark brown hair that stood at odd angles, and never seemed to obey Lance's vigorous brushing. His smooth, light brown skin as he crinkled his nose, or batted the sand from his eyes on a particularly windy afternoon. Even his laugh, as loudly obnoxious as it was, Keith adored. And that was the worst part, because, unlike Keith, Lance hated him. With every word he uttered, an argument seemed to arise. Lance constantly joked and poked fun of Keith, determined to one up him in every way imaginable. So, in all retrospect, Keith had every right to detest Lance in return. But that was the thing: he didn't. Even as Lance stood before him on the worst days - face scrunched and reddened, throat hoarse from the shouting - all Keith thought as he stood stone faced, eyes locked on Lance's chattering lips, was: 'wow, I really want to kiss this shit-head.' And then he was both mad at himself and the world. Mad at himself for imagining Lance in ways he shouldn't, and mad at the world for allowing Lance to be in his life in the first place. It was torture. As powerful as a lash to the chest, or a hammer to the kneecap. Especially now, as Keith stood above Lance's cold, unflinching corpse. The dead boy's bony hands crossed over his chest, shoulders squared atop the white, velvet cushion that rested inside the opened coffin. He wore the best suit and tie money could buy, and had his shaven scalp hidden by a head of hair that was similar, but could never match the boy's old image. The image before cancer. The image before hell. The image before Keith's every being crumbled to dust. *** A Klance au in which Keith discovers that him and only him can see Lance's ghost. COVER ART: kuurakuu on Tumblr