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.

Sequel to I've Always Been There ~~ (Y/n) (L/n) has had a rough couple of months, but thanks to her new boyfriend, Kaoru, things aren't so bad. But how long can she manage keeping their relationship a secret? Will they be able to mix the host life with their love life? ~~ Cover Art not by me, found on Google

An aging alien warns Team Voltron of the Galra's greatest monster. Something fast. Something that can tear apart ships in the blink of an eye. And that monster is a teenage girl from Oregon. Beware: She's a hugger [2nd Place Best Keith Fanfiction Voltron WA 2017]

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

"Well... uh... I'm Gay." -Keith *Lance goes Ballistic* Keith and Lance are left alone in Allura's Castle. Doctors Orders. Well actually Shiro and Allura's orders, but same difference. Keith and Lance are told to bond because their constant fighting has to lead to them not being able to form Voltron. A week alone, forced to become friends of some sort. --- *Author's Note* This story takes place before S2's end (don't wanna spoil for those who hadn't finished) (Cover Credits: Bibinella)