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

Keith takes a few deep breaths before continuing. "If only I was faster. If I didn't waste time. I could've saved you." "Stop with the 'if's' and 'what could've happened', Keith. It is what it is and it's not your fault. Who knows, maybe even if you got there earlier it would've still ended up like this." Keith swallows past the lump in his throat. "... I'll miss you," he confesses, his voice small. [There are elements of a few zombie AU's in this fanfic, mostly The Walking Dead and The Last of Us]

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.

❗️WARNING PLEASE READ❗️ Yes another Klance FanFic. This fic does have some 'triggering' content like depression, substance abuse, self harm, abuse and suicidal thoughts. So if that bothers you this probably isn't the fic that you'll be wanting to read, because that's main the plot point and what moves the story.

Lance and Shiro have a pretty unhealthy relationship. Despite this Lance doesn't want to leave, which is good because Shiro doesn't want him to either. Keith is a new guy on the block, just moved from a big city to the country side. He goes to greet his new neighbors only to be greeted with a stool smashing through the front window, nearly knocking him out. "What the fuck-"

LANGST/KLANGST ONE SHOTS Thank you so much for 200k reads!!!! -Shelby ☢️WARNING! SUICIDE MENTION/ACTIONS! TRIGGERING CONTENT! ABUSE! EATING DISORDER! DEATH!☢️ {[Unscheduled Updates]} i dont own voltron or its characters

Fragile (adj.) 1. Easily broken or damaged 2. Flimsy or insubstantial; easily destroyed 3. Not strong or sturdy; delicate and vulnerable Lance and Keith are both sick, and not the kind of sickness that could be helped by love and chicken noodle soup. Well- maybe a little..

After a terrible encounter with the Galra, Lance is stranded on a mysterious planet. To add to his worries he's terribly injured, and can't get to any medical supplies. All the while the rest of the team struggles to find their lost paladin, the team is taking it in their own way. Will the team be able to find him before his injuries take over. ------- Characters don't belong to me!

They knew each other in high school. Or really, Keith knew of Lance. Once Lance became famous, Keith had to forget and thought he would never see him again. But never say never right? An unlikely situation lands Keith right in Lance's apartment and what he wished as a high schooler finally comes to pass. DISCLAIMER: NOT MY CHARACTERS. JUST MY STORYLINE. (Also, really terrible summary, sorry)

Okay, I'm'a be honest here, I can't think of a good description, and it took me ten minutes to think of a good title alone, so, I'm'a just tell you about the book without all the fancy shit, 'kay? Alright so, basically, Lance's sister Rose, she dragged Keith out to sing at a karaoke bar, but she invited Lance, and didn't tell Keith, and Rose and her BFF Angel are trying to get them together the whole time, and they may or may not fail miserably, alright? If anyone has a good idea for a decent description, please, TELL ME. I'll change the description when I have a good idea for it. I don't own anything but Rose and Angel, and the story. Have fun reading, I guess!