It's gonna be a lot of klangst so yeah... And this is my first ever fanfic and the art is not mine. I'm always open for ideas and feedback. Bye.

Angsty oneshots with the Sharpshooter Warnings: Angst, MAY HAVE - death, panic attacks, abuse, mentions of suicide, depression, anxiety, and other mental disorders

It was meant to be some sort of experiment. Admittedly, a rather twisted one, but an experiment nonetheless. He had not meant to take it this far, but unfortunately, he did. Lance McClain has not spoken in over half a year. No one has noticed. (A/N: I would prefer if you did not leave comments on this fic. Thank you for reading.)

Lance is known to be a goofball and a huge flirt, that isn't limited to just girls. He's okay with the occasional 'shut-up' and lecture on doing better. But sometimes it gets out of hand and it's impossible not to feel hurt. Little does anyone know of Lance's true feelings. Little does anyone know of Lance's genius. Little does anyone know of Lance's real talent. Little does anyone know of Lance's past. Any art found in this fic is not mine. I do not own Voltron: Legendary Defenders. DreamWorks does. This story idea is mine how ever. I was inspired by the difference in the name Lance and Lancelot. And I was watching a movie that had a lot of guns. Eh. \('~')/ I update when I want. Don't bug me please. You're welcome to submit art and if I have your consent I'll post it in my chapters giving full credit to you. See Help Me in my other story Hurt for further instructions.

Art for cover is not mine it is the amazing y-anna (she's on Tumblr check her out) Ok so I decided to ya know write some langst cause why not hurt my favorite character and I'm Voltron trash so yay.

Langst oneshots. The obvious warnings, this isn't going to be very happy. Updates are unlikely but might happen haha

Don't Hold Me Back Langst *TRIGGER WARNING SELF HARM, DEPRESSION, TORTURE, REJECTION, ETC. DO NOT READ IF YOU GET EASILY TRIGGERED* I'm no good here. I'm just not ready for war. I just want this to be over. They wouldn't miss me if I was gone. But I try, I truly do, I try to be a good Paladin. And a Good Friend. But I have Secrets. Secrets and pain. But they don't need to know my problems. They don't care. But can they prove me wrong? Or will I get a new family? We'll see in this sad Langst Fan Fiction. (Klangst, Lancelot. I'm so sorry for doing this.) Disclamer: I don't own Voltron. I also don't own the Drawing, i just edited the words onto it. I own the plot. That's it I think. **edit** I changed the plot a little bit. Hehe

Lachrymose Tearful or given to shedding tears readily ~ ~ •Mentions of self harm •depression •suicide •anxiety •abuse Read at you own risk If you suffer from any of these things, know that it is okay to get help from a friend, adult, or even police. I do not encourage any of these things, know that this is a fanfiction of oneshots only based of fictional events. I do not own any of these characters Voltron:Legendary Defenders, belongs to Dreamworks wish I have no relation with. I take request! No authors note! No smut you dirty children! Thank you so much for reading, enjoy and let's shed tears together along with lance! ? (Own by PenelopeSart) Repost with credit It's not that hard please.

This is a one shot book, because why not? It's Langst man. It can also be Klangst or some other ship. You guys are welcome to request. I'll do my best to accept them. :) Enjoy this cringy, and crappy book. Also the cover art is not mine! Just found it on Google. :)

"Go ahead, just try. You can't break something that's already broken." "Maybe not, but I can crush the pieces into dust." The glue of Voltron is melting. Can the hotheaded red paladin fix it? -------------------------------------------------- TRIGGER WARNING- Suicide, LGBTQ+, swearing, racism, bullying, depression, torture, and blood. ❎ BEGGING AND DEMANDING ME TO UPDATE DOES NOT MAKE ME WORK FASTER. This takes place post season 5. Keep in mind I started it BEFORE season 6 premiered. I do not own Voltron Legendary Defender or any of its characters.