Katie (Pidge) was tricked and sent to another world through a weird mineral machine. A world of secrets and mysterious people; where a man waits for her and the other three that were chosen. What she didn't know was how much her mysterious 'kidnappers' would end up meaning to her as they fight for the crown back. This is my own original AU. I do not own Voltron and all its beauty. Only the AU and plot are mine.

Let's play a game: Lance is _______. Allura: Immature. Shiro: Childish. Coran: Soft-hearted. Keith: Annoying. Pidge: Dumb. Hunk: One of a kind. Lance: Broken... Langst fanfiction. I swear Lance is my favorite character but, no one can be that happy without wearing a mask. Idk. I am just writing for me. DISCLAIMER: I don't not own the fanart. This glorious cover belongs to @cuzitsmindblowing. Fanart on Chapter 7 is done by @klance2004 The characters from Voltron: Legendary Defenders. Nor do I own Voltron: Legendary Defenders.

Breaking News! The world renounced dancer that we all wish we knew and loved, Masked Marmora, has gotten a knee injury and will have to retire from dancing. All the fans of Masked Marmora only knew a few details about this dancer who appeared out of no where. They know he is male, has grey- purple eyes, and long black hair. He has made the decision to step down after a competition gone wrong were he shattered his knee. Though there is a surgery that could save him, there is a 50% chance of never being able to walk again. What happens when Lances favorite dancer gets hurt? What if he finds out who it is? Will something happen? Copyrights reserved. Cover is not mine so credit to the artist and VLD is not mine either so credit to Dreamworks.

*** In a world where your heart tends to get a bit too exited when you first kiss your soulmate, and glows. Keith can't wait to get out of high school. Frantically racing to the finish line in hopes of a better life than the current one he has in his non-air-conditioned school. His hot temper and social introversion don't make his already hard life any easier. And as it would happen, neither does a certain Lance McClain, his own personal 'tormentor', who is actually only intent on flirting with the adorable boy he's known since grade school. But of course, the naive mullet mistakes these complements and pick up lines as acts of aggression. What else does the universe have against the two? A lot apparently, as for some reason it made the pair soulmates. *** WARNINGS: smut, an extremely foolish mullet complete with these traits for comedic effect, a tall hot drink of Lance, gays being gayyyyy, two extremely unorganized authors, swearing *christian gasps*, inappropriate jokes, strong language, no update schedules, long vacations where we just fuck around and watch supernatural, etc. You get the point. Yet another combined trash book by the nerds wonderlandnarnia and reeses_cups8 Cover by reeses_cups8 Have fun kids :)

Rising remixer Keith Kogane has always dreamed of making it big in Hollywood. First, he plans to quickly attend Altea University to get a necessary major for his dream to become a reality. His plan was simple: Get it, graduate, get out. No shenanigans, no social distractions, no commotion. Except things never go as planned. The day he moves in, he is roped in by Lotor and the Galra Empire, the famous a cappella champions, then rescued and sought after by the laughing stock of Altea and a cappella in general, Voltron, who for years has lost humiliatingly to the Galra. Keith wanted to create music, mixing and mashing it in infinite ways, not sing it. Read to follow along on his crazy college adventure, when a Latino, along with a midget, a cinnamon roll, a warrior, and an Altean, desperately try to recruit him in one last effort to make all their dreams come true. Will Keith join the Voltron team in their time of need, or turn his back on them like he did to the world? Will he finally take a risk and open up, or shut out the others like he had done his whole life?

The finest assassin in the country-Keith Kogane-and a pitiful boy with a deadly curse-Lance McClain-find themselves together due to an assignment gone awry. Now, with Lance in his custody, Keith is the target of every hunter in the city-including the biggest and toughest gang: the Galra. **Rated Mature for: graphic depictions of violence and gore, mature language, sexual content**

{Sequel to The Color of Death is Blue} Keith and Lance take on the city as a team, searching out the sins in the dark alleys. Their reputation grew from killers to saviors of the innocent- dealing with the rapists, abusers, and murderers the court system set free. Within the gang community, two names were on everyone's lips: Lucifer and his Hellhound. And they were out for a certain Galra's blood. **Rated Mature for: sexual content, graphic depictions of gore, violence, mature language, references to sexual violence**

A broken Lance swears he will never love anyone again, pledging to a life of solitude. No one will ever be enough for him. What will happen when a stubborn Keith promises to piece together the defeated, blue boy? *Rated Mature for: graphic sexual themes, mature language, violence and abuse* Cover made by: That-Other-One ∩^ω^∩

By Snoop_kat AU where the date that you met your soulmate is written on you. When you met them, the date changes to their name." Lance waited for the day that he would met his soul mate. He knew that she would be perfect and everything he ever wanted. Except she wasn't a girl. Completed

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