Lance is the last Altean survivor, he lives his life never really care where he came from. because Marmora is there with him and she was enough for him. (i'm just not happy with Dre******'s Lance, so this my sad attempt of doing justice to this precious loverboy) *the cover is mine, pardon the crappy editing ~(TvT)~*

A bunch of trash one shots consisting of mostly Langst, some Kangst and Klangst. Please when reading these, be warned that these consist of depression and suicidal thoughts, and other things like eating disorders and so on. If these topics make you uncomfortable, please do not continue to read them. And please if you are feeling depressed or have suicidal thoughts, please reach out to family or friends and get help. I hope you guys seriously enjoy my stories, I put alot of work into them, and I appreciate all your guys' support.

Really sad updates WARNING many depressing topics and could be triggering, please be aware of this thank you. sometimes I make one-shots with more then one chapter and I am all over the place

Team Voltron Just recived a stress Call from a close by planet, it was green ,blue and white. But also one thing these Creatures that live on this planet can Read certain people's minds, people that are hurting inside and let it get the best of them....they wind up reading the blue paladins and see how home sick he was and how alone he feels, they saw how bad the team treated him by his memories so that's why they sent the 'Fake stress call' to Reel in the blue paladin.....Read to see what happens next A/N I do not own Voltron or the Art of these picture, I only added on character that was created by me but not any of the art

Each chapter is a short headcanon or au (will specify) of some mild to morbid langst. Some are written tumblr style Some are written as stories Some are written like "what if" Trigger warnings: Self harm Death of characters Your poor baby being treated badly Suicide Depression Enjoy your icecream

Lance was kicked out of his home because of his family why? Because he was bisexual now he lives all alone, he has no friends and he is picked on by a lot of people in school making Lance go into depression and plans on ending it all, so when he goes behind the woods behind the small apartment complex to end it all he finds something else He found a crashed space ship...and it was on fire and Lance being the kind-hearted person he was he looked for anyone that was in there and there was Someone? Something? A Being? But that didn't matter so Lance took the being in to help it But little did Lance know this being is a prince of a whole empire -Info- This will be in a high school au, some of the characters will not be in character, there will be suicidal actions and thoughts, homophobic people (fuck those people they can fuck themselves) and some smut here and there Age: Lance: 17 Lotor: 23 (In human years) 230 (In space-time) Height: Lance: 6'2 Lotor: 8'0 Started: August 1th 2019 ended:

A mission went wrong and the team need to blame someone. They picked Lance. He hadn't done anything wrong they just needed to take thier anger out...on him. It causes his personality to change "for the team". I do not take credit for cover This has Trigger warnings....

"So I'm just a goofball? I'll show them that they're wrong." Lance McClain is someone perceived as a goofball. He changes quickly and effectively, being silent and expressionless. He closes himself off to everyone but Coran and the lions. He forces himself to look past his injuries and emotions so that everything is going to be fine. "So now I matter? Where was all of this before? I get hurt and now you act like I matter?" Maybe they should've said something before. "Why do I matter now?" This is a no-ship fic.

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.

Lance McClain, wanted in over thirty countries for robberies of 252.3 million dollar value, smuggling assault rifles and illegal substances over the US border, bombing several casinos along the way...you get the point. Lance knew what he was doing. Because he was never caught. Not even once. "So, Lance McClain, criminal mastermind," the tiny gremlin continued. "What could you stand to gain from turning yourself in?" Lance shrugged. "I got bored." All credit of the idea goes to Koctsu on instagram! Thanks so much for letting make this wonderful idea into a full-fledged story!! (All pictures used is their art, not mine)