There's a thin line between Heaven and Hell(and Lance may or not have broken it)
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Lance's Funeral
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 TumblrLengkap
Get out of my life
"Keith, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-". "Get out,", "But-". Keith snapped forward, his eyes glowing a deep purple, "I told you to get the fuck out, I'm not show to entertain you, I'm not something to watch as they break into tears, I want you to get the fuck out". Keith's breath heaved with anger as he moved to leave. Lance silently screamed, hot steam clouded by his eyes, "Keith I'm sorry, I didn't mean to". Keith knocked him down, shoulders slamming into his face, "what did I do to deserve you" Lance looked up. "I'm sorry Keith, please". Keith grunted, eyes glowing eerily, anger screamed from his from. "Get out Lance, get out of my life". Facing toward Lance, looking him in the eyes, he kicked forward. Nailing Lance in the face, "Get out of my life Lance, and never come back". Lance nodded before running out to the door.Lengkap
Voltron oneshots
Hi! I've decided to write some voltron oneshots as why not aha. Enjoy these little stories and don't forget to vote and comment as they're deeply appreciated. :) I do take requests, just inbox me All side information is inside Brøøklyn Started- 28/07/17 Finished-20/03/18Lengkap![Cruel life, Happy love [klance]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/119094696-256-k475823.jpg)
Cruel life, Happy love [klance]
❝"Shiro, I don't think we're here alone..." Lance said. Then he heard a sound behind his back. "Did you calm down?"❞ Lance and Shiro are trapped by the galra. And they aren't alone. Voltron klance fanfiction I don't own neither the picture or Voltron. DON'T READ THIS IT'S EXTREMELY CRINGYLengkap
Voltron group chat
I try to make it funny? it's just to laugh and it's also Klance so. It's angsty, I love making Keith sufferLengkap
𝟙 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕌𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 ℕ𝕠𝕨
" He laid the envelope against the mat at the entrance of the Kogane household, rang the doorbell and scurried off like a frightened creature of the night. Shiro opened the door slowly, clearly unexpectant of visitors at a time like 7 am. But he looked down at his feet and held the envelope in his palms, read the title and looked in Lance's direction. He gave the man a soft smile and got one in return. Shiro nodded and Lance knew his letter would be delivered to Keith. It's been a year since they broke up. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 525,600 minutes. A year since they'd parted... and a year until now." {cover artist: @cainternn on tumblr. definitely check out their work!}Lengkap
Group Chats - Voltron
[COMPLETED] basically just lance, keith, hunk, pidge, shiro, allura and coran in a group chat talking about random shit disclaimer: i do not own voltron or any of the characters/settings in voltron. the plot/storyline belongs to me (@peacefulpidge on wattpad)Lengkap
Where did I go? (Discontinued)
ⓘ Mature Content Lance angst, Coran and Allura have to do some identity scans after there was a Galra breach after receiving a distress call and, Hunk, he was absolutely normal Human Male And for Pidge it was normal as well, Human Female Same for Shiro, Human, (Galran tech is arm) Male And now Keith, they all already knew he had Galra blood so this wasn't a worry, Galra/Human Male And now they and Lance all found something new, Read more to find out!! • Constructive criticism is always welcome! ||Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO VOLTRON; DREAMWORKS. This story may contain: Angst, Blood, Profanity, and a SmOkInG hOt FuCkEr NaMeD lAnCe McClAiNLengkap
burning desire || klance au
demon!keith x human!lance Lance continued to stare standing frozen in his shoes "there's- wha- what the quiznack did I just do" Keith tucked his wings behind him, starting to take on his glomor again. "you summonded a demon." he drawled. > i don't own the voltron characters just this story < > art by ikimaru < > find them on tumblr or instagram <Lengkap
I need you //klance
"Blaytz, my original paladin." Blue supplied in response to his thoughts shifting to the blue alien. Blaytz and the Altean seemed to be whispering to each other, giggling. It reminded Lance of whenever him and Pidge would gossip at the dinner (although he and Pidge rarely sat next eachother) or even those nerve wracking times when Pidge and Keith decide they want to prank someone. The Altean was average height, for a human at least, and had long blueish white hair gently cascading down his back, tied in a loose ponytail. His face was what startled Lance the most. It was shockingly similar to his own. Smooth tanned skin, he didn't seem to be wearing any make up, unlike Lance who usually wore it to cover his freckles. His eyes seemed to be glowing with excitement in a blue that matched the markings that lay under his eyes. "That is Amira, my second paladin." Lance finds out he's part-Altean along with his feelings for a certain red paladin. Goes through seasons 2-6 and completely redone post season 6. Lance is my favorite character so of course there's gonna be a ton of angst.Lengkap
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
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