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.

Keith is overprotective of Lance, and proves it later after an incident...

Creds to Karamasun on tumblr for the amazing artwork this is based on.

A story in which a teenage boy, falls in love with another teenage boy, which just so happens to be his surfing instructor. // klance

this is cringy on purpose don't read it good for those horny klance shippers hoya

Lance was hiding his true identity from the pack. He had to. Everyone was so strong and capable. Lance didn't need to become any more of a burden. But when Lance begins to run out of suppressants, his team mates find out about his secret anyway.

"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)

This is pretty angsty so i'm really sorry,, - Fanart in the cover isn't mine

Edward Elric. Your best friend. Your closest companion. A boy you could always count on to be there for you, even if he wasn't close by. Someone you always counted on. Ever since the two of you were kids, you've been extremely close friends. But when his beloved mother, Trisha, passes away, things begin to fall apart. You soon feel alone. That is, except for when he came to visit. Constant or not, one thing was for certain. Every visit counts.