Forced to flee his former home, Lance-a four inch tall Borrower-now lives hidden away in a cluttered old apartment owned by a messy, unpredictable human named Keith But everything changes when Keith discovers Lance stranded in his kitchen. What starts as a tense encounter could turn into an unexpected friendship... or maybe something more. As Lance begins to recover long-buried memories, questions rise: Can he ever return to the life he once knew? Or is he forever changed-stuck in a world too big, too dangerous, and too different from the one he remembers?

The Paladins of Voltron are joined by Princess Allura on a mission to retrieve an artifact on a planet that reminds the Paladins of Earth. The planet is full of traps, the biggest one being that the water, if touched, would put you into a sleep-like trance and give you vivid dreams of your truest desires. But Keith doesn't know what his truest desires are, and when he is forced to go into the water, he has a dream that he might not awake from. Can Lance get him to come back to reality and face the fact that they both are in love with one another? DISCLAIMER: This was written way before Allura was revealed to be a "teenager." As such, the discourse has discouraged me from liking Shallura, even though part of me doesn't believe Allura is a teen since she looks and acts older than Keith, Lance, and Hunk (who are 16/17). I prefer ShiroxMatt now anyways. Summary has been updated on September 16th, 2016 Story was completed on September 27th, 2016 Original cover art: http://hakuku.deviantart.com/art/The-Black-and-Red-Paladins-618502963

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

Rival merboys Lance and Keith get into a race that end them both lost. While trying to find their way back, the come across a boat of land dwellers in need of assistance. Lance agrees to help, much to Keith's disdain, and they go on an adventure that help develop their relationship. cover art is not mine ! credit goes to the artist