Hunger Games AU! Two tributes from each District will be chosen to enter the Hunger Games. In the games, they will have to kill all of the 23 other tributes to win and be the last one standing. When you win, you live in peace and become a possible mentor for future tributes of your District. Third-person POV, but mostly following Keith. Warnings: a heckin load of violence, death, blood,

"His excuse was that I hadn't been with anyone. Oh you've never had a girlfriend. Maybe you'll find a girl, fall in love and realise this is just a phase. Bullshit if you ask me." Lance even put on a voice as an impression of his dad and I found myself chuckling loudly because it was the most stupid but hilarious thing ever. We were a little tipsy, I have to admit. "That is bullshit. How'd he know he was straight before dating a girl?" "Exactly! He said everyone is straight. I was like yeah, right." Lance laughed, chugging more beer. I would have stopped him from drinking so much but my tipsiness was clouding my rationality. "Maybe you could find someone to pretend to be your boyfriend just to show you know your sexuality." Yep, I was definitely drunk. "I have no friends except you and I can't pretend you're my boyfriend!" "Sure you could. Your dad would only need to see us hold hands or something."

🔞SMUT🔞 ⚠️SWEARING⚠️ ⚠️🔞TALK OF RAPE,SELF HARM,DEPRESSION, ANXIETY,ECT🔞⚠️

aka my reason to live :')

Keith loves to dance. He has ever since he was little. There was no stopping him, even if he was an Omega. It was the one thing that kept him happy. The one thing that actually went right in his life. Then he met the Alpha of his dreams. Lance McClain. Only the most popular jock at Altea High. Good at any sport you could throw at him. There was only one problem with this... Lance seemed to be straight so there was no way he could like Keith... Right? Warning, there will be some triggers in this book! There will be angst. Don't like? Don't read. Anyways... I hope you enjoy my first Laith fanfic! THIS BOOK IS NO LONGER BEING UPDATED! IT IS NOT COMPLETED! Nothing bad happened, I just kinda lost interest in the fandom. Sorry y'all

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

1 week power-saving drill. The heats off. 3 blankets, 2 pairs have to share a bed. Lance is warm. (i was 14/15 when i wrote this, i'm now 20 and really wish i had the patience to go through and edit this story because i did my favourite character keith a HUGE injustice im so sorry my main man 😔)

Highest rank: #1 in #klance !!! cover by the amazing, talented, and generous @hamilfriend Lance and Keith are on a mission together when they get caught in a trap. Claustrophobic Keith panics while Lance tries to find a way out. After realizing it would take way longer than expected, they decide to try to kill time. They end up talking and they learn more about each other than they ever expected. (Excerpt:) "So," Lance hummed. "What now..?" "I-I don't know," Keith was shaking and sweating. "Hey man, are you okay?" "I'm fine." "Keith you don't look fine, look at me." Keith looked up and locked his eyes with Lance's.

A piercing scream Silence. ... "L-Lance." "H-help me." Keith was captured by Galra soldiers on a mission. The team is growing worried. What are Zarkon's plan's for him? Why would he choose Keith when all of the Paladins were within reach? (Galra! Keith)

The author went on a unexpected 2 yr hiatus and is back to make it up for the KLANCE ppl, author is up for requests (literally anything,just request and dat can do.)