Cheating. Lack of consent. Money. Everyone has a reason to end a relationship, but for Lance and Keith, it wasn't easy. After their exes are out of the picture, what happens when they try to move on, give love a second chance? With their fame, money, power, and influence, it is bound to be a rollar coaster. Can they stay on? Or will it derail? Read to find out. Cover art isn't mine! Credit to artist! I do not own Voltron Legendary Defender or its characters! The plot is mine, and no copycat versions or translations of it are okay. All YouTube Channels mentioned, as well as video ideas and/or concepts are based off of real YouTubers and channels! All credit to references and titles falls to original owners. Love you Shane and Jeffree, if you ever read this <3 thank you for reading, though, to everyone else!

(00:31) Do you think she gave me the wrong number on purpose? (00:31) Or was it a genuine mistake? (00:32) Like maybe she writes funny and I misread it? (00:32) Some of the numbers do look a little dodgy... (00:33) Cause, you know, her threes could very easily be poorly formed eights? And maybe she writes her sevens like her ones? (00:45) What (00:46) The (00:46) Fuck??? (00:47) Oh good, you are awake!

Keith chuckles softly at Lance's faded face in the old photo. He was still a little chubby, couldn't be more than eleven years old, but nevertheless had his arms slung over the shoulders of two pretty, giggling girls. The smug grin on his face is dazzling. Keith wonders how Lance, to this day, manages to make it look so believable. -- Or, Lance and Keith have been best friends since first grade. Lance's brain is always on overdrive and Keith's blunt, realistic ass can never keep up. They both come to realize that sometimes you can learn a lot about loving yourself by loving someone else. ---- I did not make this fanfic, a lovely writer on archiveofourown did, and the user is klancekorner. Make sure to follow her tumblr: dimplesandcurlsss

Highest Rankings: #320 in Fanfiction #13 in Voltron #50 in Klance Lance is in a large family, and his mother decides to take in one more. The orphan shows up and guess who it is! Well, I really don't need to tell you. You know who it is. Started: 02.10.17 (Approximate start date).

Keith wishes for a lot of things and Lance IS NOT one of them. klace (keith x lance) boy x boy cover art by pitypagn from twitter

There were two things that Keith disliked the most about college: 1. His roommate's taste in music 2. Sanchez Aka. Keith and Lance become texting buddies thinking they have never met but they do in fact know each other and dislike each other with the passion of a thousand stars. This story was originally posted on AO3, my username is on my bio if you want to go read it there. The mixtape on part 9 has a playlist on 8tracks if you want to listen: http://8tracks.com/caelestespiritu/do-starfish-dream-of-flying

keith and lance are high school students in their neighborhood. they have a lot of the same classes and they were in the same grade yet there was one difference between them: their social ranking. keith was the school geek and a secret dancer and lance was that one kid that everyone seems to knows. but unlike most people in his school, lance was bisexual. sure, he still likes girls but he preferred guys instead. and keith... well he's gay. their life's never crossed until one faithful night, at the local dance training school... (heads up, i'm going to be using google translate for any language other than english so if i'm wrong with any of the phrases, please tell me.) started: (around) 7/12/17 ended: 6/21/19

Lance is 100%, without a doubt, straight. He has the perfect girlfriend and has never wanted anything more. But suddenly his world is being turned upside down by the boy playing the drums at his local bar--a boy who happens to be very good looking, very gay, and very very interested in Lance. aka: Good-Boy Lance has a crisis when he meets Keith because he's so damn attractive, and Keith is a little ho that is way too promiscuous and open about his sexuality. The become friends. Confusion and sexual tension ensue. «Not mine! It belongs to Klancekorner on AO3»

keith and lance have been friends for quite a while now...only problem is: they live on opposite sides of the country. keith lives in new york city, with his best friend romelle. he lives with his brother, shiro, his brother's boyfriend, adam, and his twin sister, axca. lance lives in los angeles, with his best friends pidge, and hunk. he lives with his sisters rachel and veronica, and his brother marco, and his parents. will they find their way together? or will the distance (emotional and physical) get the best of them? TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of self harm - i'll put warnings at the beginning of chapters and before its mentioned this is the first story/fanfic ive ever posted and whatnot. i hope you like it!! :)

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