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panda-noosh · 7 years ago

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Unexpected Dates {Matt Holt x Reader}

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Summary: Matt has a thing for crazy, spontaneous dates.

Notes: masterlist - fluff? On a sunday? On my blog? We're evolving, everyone.

Matt always had a special way of knocking whenever it came to entering your home.

On the days where your parents were home, he would knock three times, one after the other – no more, no less. Three straight knocks that rang through the house and warned you that it was Matt at the door – that would then prompty lead to you barrelling down the stairs, yelling about how nobody should touch the door, as you would get it.

Most people in your household already knew the rules – three knocks, and they were best to simply evacuate the premises and get as far away from the front door as they possibly could, because once you and Matt were face-to-face with one another, there was truly no turning back.

You heard those special three knocks on your door, bright and early. You had barely been awake for fifteen minutes, still scrolling through your Instagram feed as you waited for Matt to reply to your 'good morning' text – once you heard those three knocks, though, you became aware as to why you had received no reply just yet.

You sprang out of your covers, bolting down the stairs. You could hear your brother laughing at your eagerness as you ran past his room, could hear your mother sighing as she poked her head out of the kitchen door just to make sure it was Matt and not somebody waiting on her.

You gave her a smile, sliding to a stop just by the door before you threw it open, immediately greeting your boyfriend with a large grin – one he gave back to you just as much.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, throwing your arms over his shoulders and pulling him into a loose hug. He stumbles into your grip, one hand holding onto his car keys whilst the other winds around your waist and holds you close to him.

“We have plans,” is all he said. You pulled back, confusion clearly written on your features.

“We do?”

He grinned, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “We do. So I suggest you get ready.”

Matt stepped into the house before you could protest or any further questions. You stumbled after him, kicking the door closed as he waltzed over to your mother and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek, doing what Matt does best and charming her within the first two seconds of being in her presence.

You folded your arms over your chest, rushing after him. Your slippers scraped across the tiled floor, causing Matt to scrunch up his shoulders with the sound of it.

“I'm gonna need a bit more detail than that,” you said.

Matt sat down at the kitchen table, politely refusing your mothers offer of a cup of tea before turning to you with an almost tired expression on his face, one eyebrow raised as if asking you why you had to question him in the first place. “Do you not trust me?”

“It's a little odd that you're showing up at my house at 9 in the morning and telling me to get ready, and then not telling me why.”

“It's a surprise,” Matt insisted, reaching over and taking your hands in his. You looked down at him, watching as he put his lips in a pout and batted his eyelashes as if he were a child trying to persuade their parents. “Please go and get ready. Something casual. I promise it'll be worth it.”

You raised a brow.

Your mother scoffed, stepping in and shoving your shoulder gently. “Just go, Y/N. It's not everyday you get a handsome young man coming to the door and offering to take you places. Make the most of it whilst your legs still work.” “That could mean a lot of things, Mum.”

“Go.”

You groaned but let the subject drop. You span on your heel and sprinted up the stairs, pondering on what Matt could possibly have planned; it wasn't a secret that he was spontaneous. He enjoyed showing up at your house during all hours of the day, requesting your presence on a late-night trip to the grocery shop, or wanting you there as he tried to climb a new tree he had found in the park the night before. You had never been bothered by these particular times – in fact, they were part of the reason why you had fallen so deeply in love with Matthew Holt, the idiot that you had known for years. He was himself, independent and yet he still insisted on asking for your assistance whenever he got in one of these moods; it made you feel wanted, special in some ways.

You threw on a t-shirt and jeans before making your way back downstairs, still having absolutely no clue as to what Matt could possibly have in mind. You could hear him and your mother talking about something as you walked towards the kitchen, laughing about whatever joke Matt had decided to tell or whatever embarrassing fact your mother had spurted out as a way to make conversation.

You rounded the corner, Matt immediately looking up at you and grinning with those clear teeth and big eyes that had your heart pounding in your chest. His chestnut hair had been pushed up today, a bandanna wrapped around his forehead that was perfect for the gleaming weather outside.

“Well, don't you look summer ready,” he said. You flushed as he stood up and made his way towards you, taking your hands again before turning to look at your mother. “I'll take good care of her, Mrs L/N. She'll get home to you in one piece.”

Your mother nodded. “You two have fun.”

And it was so cheesy, you were aware as you walked out of the house and towards Matt's black car. The entire situation in itself was one straight out of those novels you used to read when you were younger; a person, completely head over heels in love with another person who was far too out of their league to even try. But then that person ends up being some sweet, soft sweetheart who gets along with your mother, and takes you on spontaneous dates and walks you to the door and kisses you good night and you have no idea what you did to deserve such kindness in your life.

But you don't question it. You let Matt drag you towards his car, let him drive with the radio blasting, the two of you barrelling out lyrics to a song you've only heard once before. It echoes off the wall of the car as you try and watch the scenery pass by, try to guess where it is exactly Matt is planning on taking you, but all ideas go out of the window as you descend further and further into the country side, completely unaware as to where it is you're going.

“Any hints?” you asked, reaching forward and turning the radio down a little bit.

Matt shook his head. “Afraid not.”

You groaned. “Matt, come on! You could be taking me into the woods to kill me right now for all I know.”

“And why would I tell you if I was?”

“Not exactly comforting.”

He chuckled, taking one hand off of the wheel and placing it on your knee. You shivered beneath his touch; how he always managed to have that affect on you, you didn't know. It was slightly embarrassing, and you found yourself flushing at your own reactions.

“I said it before, and I'll say it again – you just need to trust me. You'll enjoy yourself once you know what it is.”

“So it's something I like?”

He shrugged. “It's something I like, so naturally, since you're my girlfriend, you should like it too.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile was still very much evident on your face; you couldn't hide your excitement. Though you were being left in the dark, you did trust Matt – more than anything. He would never take you to somewhere he genuinely thought you'd have a bad time at. You would have fun today, whether it be because you liked his plans, or just because you were with him.

The drive took a little less than an hour. You and Matt had spent the car ride singing famous pop songs, laughing as you fed him chips you had picked up from a nearby McDonalds on your way through the countryside. The car ride in itself would have been a perfect place, but you found yourself grinning even more whenever you noticed the tiny zoo-like area Matt was pulling into.

He drove past a sign proclaiming the place as 'Will's Petting Zoo' and immediately your excitement was heightened tenfold.

You span around in your seat, slapping his arm. He chuckled, having already been smiling long before you had made your excitement clear to him.

“Are you serious?” you exclaimed.

He nodded his head, keeping his eyes trained on the bumpy road in front of him. “I told you you could trust me.”

The excitement only grew, a knot in your stomach that tightened as you and Matt hopped out of the car and started walking towards the entrance. The place was adorable, wooden barriers set up everywhere, fresh green grass being eaten and walked upon by cute little farm animals who genuinely seemed to be enjoying the attention they were getting. Families waddled up to them, reached their hands out to stroke them. Little toddlers screeched in excitement as lambs came up to lick the food from their fingers, parents giggling, watching their kids with fond smiles as they enjoyed their day out.

And then there was you and Matt, holding hands as you walked into the entrance. You must have been the only two there without a child, but neither of you cared. You gawked at the animals as if you were children yourselves, pointing and grinning and laughing, jokingly telling each other that you needed one.

You were trapped in your own little world, everything else blocked out with only you and Matt existing amongst these cute little farm animals who just seemed to appreciate everything for how it was; and it was that simplicity that had your stomach spinning and your grin widening.

You dragged Matt over to the lambs at long last. They were what you were most excited about seeing, but Matt had all but dragged you towards the piglets before seeing anything else.

“Lambs are scary,” he moaned, throwing his head back as you tugged him into the tiny little field the lambs were prancing around in.

“They're cute,” you shot back. “Oh, I wanna stroke one!”

“It's gonna bite you.”

“It'll love me. Just you watch.”

Matt pouted, standing back with his arms folded over his chest. He watched you closely – you could feel his eyes burning holes into the back of your head as you kneeled down and ever so slowly reached your hand out, prompting the small lamb you had targeted to walk towards you. For a moment, it didn't move; it merely glanced at your outstretched fingers, it's nose twitching and it's beady eyes glistening in confusion. You wiggled your fingertips, making it flinch before the interest took over and it was slowly making it's way towards you.

Matt gasped. “No way!”

You giggled, too afraid of ruining the moment to turn around and reply to him. You kept your hand outstretched until the lamb was sniffing at your fingertips, and before long, you had your fingers knotted in it's curly hair, stroking it lovingly.

Matt joined you, kneeling down and petting the lamb himself. He was grinning from ear to ear, the happiest you had seen him in a long time, which was certainly saying something. Matt had to be one of the most cheerful people you had ever met, but now he simply seemed at ease, as if the world was disappearing around him all because he had the chance to stroke a baby lamb.

“Thank you for this,” you said, nudging him with your elbow, causing the lamb to flinch back in shock at your sudden movements.

“Don't thank me,” he replied. “This was more for my entertainment than it was yours.”

You scoffed, shoving him again only harder this time. His eyes popped open behind the spectacles he only wore on the odd occasion, his body tipping and landing in the grass. He winced as his hand slammed into the mud pile beside him, a burst of laughter escaping you before you could hold it back.

You hadn't even meant to do that, but the look of pure shock on his face was enough to send you reeling.

He groaned, looking up at you. “That was very rude.”

“That's what happens,” you said through laughter, turning back to the lamb who had taken to watching you and Matt curiously, having backed up in fear of something happening to it. You reached your fingertips out again, wiggling them to try and get the baby to come back to you. It sniffed, slowly stalking towards you again-

But Matt was quicker.

He had hauled himself to his feet, wrapped his arms around your waist and was dragging you away from the lamb in a matter of seconds. A squeal of shock escaped your throat before you quickly cut it off by slamming your hand over your mouth, waving an apology to the shocked parents who surrounded the lambs enclosure.

“Matt, let me go!” you hissed, wiggling around in his grip but his arm was iron tight around your waist, lifting you off of the floor like you weighed nothing.

He didn't respond as he walked out of the lambs pen. You continued to struggle, waving your head back and forth and trying your hardest to pry his hands from around your middle, but he was stronger than you, and he seemed to have a lot more dedication to whatever task he had in mind than you did.

And then you realised just what it was he was heading towards.

Horror flooded you, your eyes popping open. “Matt, don't you dare.” He smirked this time, still not looking at you; his gaze was pointed directly towards the piglets pen – the very same piglets pen you had been moments before; the very same piglets pen that was covered in more sludge than grass.

You were vigorous now, not caring what adults were looking at the two imbeciles currently parading through the crowd. You knew what he had in mind – he was Matt Holt, for crying out loud. Nothing could ever be simple with him; you push him over into dried mud and he has to take things one step further.

“Matt, no! I'll get your car all messed up! You'll have to clean it!”

“I was gonna do that this weekend anyway. Might as well make a mess of it whilst I still can.”

And then he was stepping into the piglets pen, and his grip was loosening from your waist and you were clinging onto his shirt for dear life, but there was truly no point. He laughed loudly as you fell from his arms, landing in the mud with a splash.

And despite yourself, despite the gasps emitting from the crowd now forming around you, you couldn't help but laugh along with him.

It was stupid, and sounded so out of place. You were drenched, sludge now staining the back of your outfit, the ends of your hair, but you couldn't stop laughing. Hearing Matt double over in his own amusement, one arm wrapped around his stomach as if he was afraid he would laugh so much he threw up – there was something about it that caused you to throw your head back and laugh right along with him.

You glared up at him even as you laughed, trying to at least make it seem like you minded – at least a little bit. He looked down at you, before dropping to his knees at the side of you and pressing a kiss to your lips. You weren't sure why, but you didn't complain. Instead, you kissed him back and placed your hand on the back of his head, messing his hair up with the dirt that was staining your palms; he didn't seem to mind. In fact, the action made him smile against your lips before he was pulling away, grabbing a handful of dirt and rubbing it down the front of his shirt.

You raised a brow at him as the crowd around you began to shuffle away, realising nothing was wrong.

“What are you doing?” you questioned.

“Now we're both dirty,” he replied. “So your mother doesn't kill me when I drive you home.”

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fck-yeah-matt-holt-blog · 7 years ago

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is it okay if I ask for a headcanon of how matt would comfort a s/o when they're feeling insecure about their appearance?

Matt can tell if someone’s upset, he can read you like a book, and you can’t hide it from him.

He’ll even ask, “What’s wrong?” and when you tell him “Nothing..” he’ll reply “Doesn’t sound like nothing to me, what’s wrong hun?” You finally tell him that you’re are insecure about your appearance and you think he doesn’t love you. Matt grabbed your hands and holds it to his heart “If I didn’t love you would my heart be beating this fast, and there’s nothing wrong with the way you look, you’re beautiful to me in and out don’t let anyone tell that you’re not…” he smiles and just looks at you and smiles.

He’ll also use dorky space pick up lines to make you cringe and laugh, he loves seeing you smile.

Sweet gentle kisses 💕

He loves you no matter what.

#matt x reader #Matt holt self insert #vld #voltron self insert #s/o

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guillotinedangel · 7 years ago

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Hey!😊 Could I get ship pls!? Im blonde,5'5, light brown eyes with glasses. Im very social (but depend on the place), I'm more jealous of my friends than my family, I "speak" more with my hands than mouth(I guess bc I born in a Italian family😂). I'm very spontaneous, proud, impulsive, a little sarcastic and with a short temper! But I've a good sense of humor and I ALWAYS get into some awkward or trouble moment w my friends.

I ship you with Matt!

Glasses? You wear glasses? He used to do it too!

Glasses buddies!

“Matt you don’t wear them anymore...”

Oops.

Wait, you are Italian too!?

Match made in Heaven.

And with amazing sex.

You really have to stop getting into trouble together.

BFF with Pidge.

She is your little sister now.

And Shiro is your older brother.

But not everything is sugar coated.

You fight sometimes.

And OH, THE FIGHTS.

Sarcasm and things you don’t mean to say.

But you do.

Oops again.

But hey, no worries, you two work things out pretty quick through sex, probably.

-Chimera.

#matt #matt holt #matt x reader #voltron #Voltron legendary defender #voltron imagines #voltron matchups #match-up #ship #voltron ship #voltron headcanon #voltron blog #voltron self-insert #voltron scenario #matt voltron #matt holt x reader #voltron lions #vld

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sandy-sketches · 8 years ago

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and sometimes you get paid to draw the best thing ever a drawing of @hapless-fma-otaku with their boyfriend matt!!!

Commissions • Redbubble • Art blog

#voltron: legendary defender #vld #matt holt #self insert #voltron #commission #fanart #digital #sandy sketches #slack

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halfhappyhooligan · 5 years ago

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a voltron au? in 2020? it’s more likely than you think

look. LOOK. i know that voltron is stupid and we hate it but lets be honest: everything up until season 3 was pretty good and had lots of potential !!

today i was rewatching voltron and a thought struck me: what if, instead of shiro being cloned, he was chipped and turned to the side of the galra?

so here it is, i did not blink since i thought of this

(warning, i have not seen voltron in a while and this is just knowledge i have stored in my moss brain and stuff i know from rewatching the first season)

au where shiro goes evil bc of what happens @ end of season one instead of the clone thing bc 1) haggar rly could not have made thousands of shiros after bumping into team voltron like what twice? its hella improbable and 2) just… weird

so instead they insert a chip in him that helps them spy and control him just like kuron (the clone) did minus the unlikely storytelling

eventually after the convo with sendak when he was in the pod trying to temp shirp, he does have thoughts about helping zarkon

(“im already infiltrated with the arm, i could just speed up the process by leaving now. save the team the trouble of investing in a leader that’s doomed to fail from the strart.”)

shiro ends up leaving team voltron in season 2 after zarkon goes crazy w the black lion n stuff

^^ this adds to Keith’s reasoning of joining the Blade of Marmora (shiro is his main stability and one of the main reasons he even stuck around with team voltron, so with shiro gone and keith questioning his place as the leader and paladin of the black lion, he decides the BoM is just.. what’s best for him)

obviously lance isn’t happy with this (“you just told me that i’m a valuable member, now you don’t think YOU are? what logic is that?”)

ofc keith goes anyways

lance becomes paladin of the black lion

allura takes on the red lion

who has blue lion? ...idk this isn’t that thought out (maybe matt after pidge finds her family) (which will happen earlier in the plot since we can forget about the miniplot of black no longer responding to shiro)

enter lotor only this time he has a sidekick and what omg its shiro wow

shiro has that bigger version of his arm that was once offered to him

he’s stronger and scary, but his eyes aren’t the same, he has the strength of a galra but lacks the passion

in the fight between lotor and zarkon, (and after, of course lots of self doubt and questioning) shiro comes between them and convinces lotor NOT to kill zarkon

then zarkon kills lotor

everyones like oh shit bc surely someone who’s life was just spared wouldn’t kill the person who seems to have the most power

but he did. bc he’s zarkon. and he’s fckn crazy.

shiro doesn’t go back to team voltron bc its too much too easily

instead he takes the place of lotor in the group of gals

he convinces them all to rebel against the galra

eventually they teach him all about quintessence and all the shit lotor had planned that they can’t do anymore

(lotor wasn’t harvesting alteans in this universe bc what the heck even was that subplot that had little to no relevance to the main storyline?

instead he was trying to find a way to technologically bring back alteans (kinda like how allure’s dad was originally preserved in s1)

i know nothing about How Stuff Works and i dont remember much about quintessence n shit but the basic idea is that when tying in some of a persons artifacts with technology stuff and some quintessence then boom. a weird route from astral projection land to the team is created and ppl can come back or smth idfk

but lotor was never able to get the comet so shiro decides he and the gals will get that comet and try to bring back as many alteans as they can

^ all this while infiltrating as many galra fleets as possible + saving planets under galra empire

they personally visit every planet that lotor was in charge of and release them from galra control

they are able to bring back an altean (its romelle) and she talks abt her friend who lives on the balmera and they go to the balmera and its revealed that it was shay’s great grandmother so romelle asks where shay is and shay’s family is like with team voltron of course

they take her

obviously team voltron, the BoM and the Rebels r very hesitant to make contact but they decide to try it out

keith refuses to meet, instead he’s on the team that stands guard

reunions !!

romelle and shay hit it off and hunk makes a dinner much like roselle’s past (allura and coran also hang out and they all vibe)

lance talks to shiro abt everything to do with keith and shiro is like dude do u??? like him?

and lance is like what? no ofc not—oh shit.

and keith ✨overhears ✨

pidge matt and shiro catch up n shit

meanwhile keith is like Hey Lance Uhhhhhh What The Fuck

they end up being like hey since we’re all here and we hate zarkon what if we make a plan to end the galra’s reign Right Now

so they do

and y’all.. it’s hella baller plan

except something is going wrong and in the middle of an attack zarkon is able to get the upper hand

due to haggar’s magic and lance’s mental and emotional instability, zarkon is able to get in his head

everyone is trying to talk him down but they’re all under a lot of pressure

allura is also conflicted bc she wanted to be black lion bc she wanted to rub it in to zarkon’s face that she was stronger than he and that she could beat him at his own game

but the negativity and instability feeds into zarkon’s power and makes him and haggar stronger as they pull in voltron to finally take over the team and regain their status as the most powerful alien race

hunk realizes this and is like okay can y’all stop being negative? its clearly affecting them in a good way and it makes us an easier target

and pidge is like im literally a child pls i don’t wanna die i just got my family back it can’t end like this

shiro realizes what’s going on and he goes to save them

he uses all his energy, pulling in the positive memories (everything: first learning about space, becoming a teacher, meeting adam, meeting keith, first making team voltron, his friends and family--all of it) to push back zarkon and haggar’s powers and battle once more in the astral realm

in defeating zarkon, shiro loses his life

afterwards keith enters the ship in a hurry and is like where the fuck is shiro where’s my brother what did you do what happened

and team voltron is like hey man.. we are so so sorry

and keith cries because the last thing he ever said to shiro was mean

lance feels like its all his fault since he was supposed to be a good leader

they talk about separately while hunk pidge and allura discuss

krolia is like keith we, ur family, are here for u

and axca is there and shes like um?? hey?? sry for trying to kill u bro

and he’s like i absolutely do not wanna talk i just lost my closest friend

they talk about it later

axca tells keith abt shiro finishing lotor’s work and abt bringing people back and well..

they use the methods to help keith visit shiro in the astral realm

shiro is like oh uh hey i was just having a drink w adam we r happy

and keith is like shiro u fuckhead why would u sacrifice urself

shiro sighs bc cmon keith you KNOW why “remember what i always said? we can’t focus on what went wrong..”

“we’ve got to figure out how to make it right” keith finishes

keith breaks tf down crying and screams apologizing

“i love u shiro. ur a like a big brother to me.”

and shiro is like yeah i know and ilyt but hey. everyone’s safe and happy. im safe and happy. & you deserve to be too. you don’t need me anymore.

so the galra rule is over and everyone goes to their respected planets

romelle and the other alteans as well as some galra babes hang in earth

romelle and shay r in an apartment together and have a garden

allura realizes she may not have been the strongest leader for voltron, and couldn’t stop zarkon on her own but that physical strength doesn’t define her as a whole

her heart is strong enough to care for everyone, so thats what she does

allura starts running an inn for alteans filled with painted sceneries like altea in case anyone ever needs a reminder of home

when lance reunites with his family its a real tearjerker

rachel finally gets her jacket back and veronica is like So.. Axca 👀

the McClain’s host a huge party for everyone and it’s filled with lots of hugs and loud music and even tho lance was way too tired, he danced all night

he wouldn’t trade his family for the world—genetic and chosen

when hunk reunites with his parents they don’t let him out the house for hours, he tells them all about his new best friend shay as well as hundreds of his favorites stories from space

they are so, so proud of him

hunk spends the next days playing minecraft and animal crossing with pidge, giving their brains a rest from being on hyperdrive for 3 yrs straight

when pidge gets home she finally gets grounded by her mom, only being allowed to leave the house to see her old teammates

(same for matt and her dad)

(her mother cries so hard when they opened the door to the home)

the holt family holds movie nights filled with popcorn, cuddles, and tears

keith moves in with the holt family, and finally accepts that he has a home as well as a family

he often goes on trips with the BoM but mostly just stays on earth

after a Team Voltron sleepover in the altea inn keith and lance decide to get an apartment together and live their lives in love and in peace

everyone gets together once a year in celebration of shiro and the sacrifice he made for them

they use the ship to visit Astral Shiro and once they even met adam

everyone laughs and catches up and just... live their lives

everyone is happy

pls ignore any and all errors lmao

again, just a thought !! maybe i’ll write a fic abt it idk for sure but yeah

feel free to add anything <3

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ashkazora · 5 years ago

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2020 Fic Roundup

Stats:

Fics Posted (Total): 13

In chronological order: Cold Floors and Warm Hearts - a fluffy shance fic about the three times Shiro accidentally wakes up in Lance’s room. Exchange fic. 3,441 words.

These Boots Are Gonna Walk All Over You - a small klance fillet based on the US tv show, The Blacklist. 639 words.

the water was dark (and it went down forever) - a Lance-centric gen fic exploring his relationship with the Blue Lion, and her control over him. 15,618 words.

Coffee Grinds and Morse Code - a post-s8, Shance fic written for the valentines shance exchange! 3,593 words.

Nectar and Ambrosia - my first Bad Things Happen Bingo prompt fill for the square ‘denied food as punishment.’ Lance whump. 2,641 words.

there ain't no rest for the wicked - another Bad Things Happen Bingo prompt fill for ‘big brother instincts,’ but this time with Plance and Lance whump. 3,508 words.

Of Claws and Steel - a science-fiction, super sentai cat armour AU entered around the Lions as futuristic mecha armour. Most underrated fic here. 14,344 words.

Hairline Fractures - another Bad Things Happen Bingo prompt fill, ‘bleeding through bandages.’ Lance whump (again). 5,059 words.

Leverage - last Bad Things Happen Bingo fill for the year, for the prompt ‘on a leash.’ Featuring Shance, and Lance and Shiro whump. 7,743 words.

Lay It Down To Save It - Leakira Klance AU written for Leakira week. Made in collaboration with @crapoftheworldblr! 18,102 words.

to the stars and back - The Dragon Prince Plance AU with Prince!Lance and Elf!Pidge. In collaboration with @rosieclark! 36,574 words.

Sweeter Than Honey - written for the Blue Moon Lance zine! Features BAMF!Lance as the honeypot on a mission. 4,098 words.

In The Closet - Klance fic for the winner of my fic giveaway. Fluffy, and definitely a bit saucy. 2,363 words.

Fics Posted (Gen): 5

the water was dark (and it went down forever) Nectar and Ambrosia Of Claws and Steel Hairline Fractures Sweeter Than Honey

Plance: 2

there ain't no rest for the wicked to the stars and back

Shance: 3

Cold Floors and Warm Hearts Coffee Grinds and Morse Code Leverage

Klance: 3

These Boots Are Gonna Walk All Over You Lay It Down To Save It In The Closet

Collaborations: 2

Lay It Down To Save It to the stars and back

Ship/Character breakdown:

Ship breakdown:

This year, the biggest ship I wrote for was Shance (3 fics), with Plance (2) and Klance (2.5) coming in from behind. The k/l ficlet doesn’t count as a full fic.

Character breakdown:

Of the 13 fics, Lance is in the most with 13 (insert surprised pikachu face here), then it goes Shiro (12), Keith (10), Pidge (8), Hunk (7), Allura (6) and Matt Holt (2). Other characters appear only once, such as Coran, Haggar and Kolivan. Technically, the Blue Lion clocks in at 2 mentions.

Characters that had the main focus:

Lance had the sole POV for 7 of those fics, and shared POVs (in a collaboration) iin 2 additional fics. Shiro had the second most POVs at a total of 3, while Keith had 1 sole POV and 1 shared POV, and Pidge with one shared POV.

Specifics:

Best/worst title?

Best title: the water was dark (and it went down forever), but honestly so many other fics has titles I liked. This title was based off of the Tim Winton short story by the name name, The Water Was Dark And It Went Down Forever, where the main character swims and debatably drowns. So it’s fairly fitting.

Runners up titles include Sweeter Than Honey, to the stars and back, and Lay It Down To Save It.

Worst title: Hairline Fractures. It’s dumb and it makes no sense. It was the first thing that came to mind.

An honourable mention includes Leverage, which would be first if not for the fact that the title inspired the ending, so it’s not too bad.

Best/worst last line?

Best: From the water was dark (and it went down forever):

Blue’s grasp on him was like an endless expanse; an opulent and brilliant ocean. Her waters were dark, and it went down forever.

This was definitely my favourite, even though it’s pretty cringe. The way it was formatted in ao3 and the way it related to the title plus the reoccurring symbolism of water made it pretty neat!

Worst: From there ain't no rest for the wicked:

Pidge laughed, and turned her back from the darkness.

I’m sorry. This ending was so cringey. I hate it. There’s nothing else to say except I have no idea how to fix it. Oof.

General questions:

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

tbh, I wrote a lot more, considering I had my final exams this year. Breaching 100k was crazy.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

Honestly? Klance. I’m not the biggest fan of the ship but writing it is very interesting, and I enjoyed it.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

Of Claws and Steel hands down! It’s the first fic idea I ever had for VLD, and the one I really love the most. One day I’d love to write a continuation of it, but the reception of the fic wasn’t great so idk.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

the water was dark (and it went down forever) even though it was started in 2019, was finished this year and is my most popular fic of all time! It’s got 4k+ hits and 450+ kudos. Crazy, since it was only supposed to be a dumb little warm up fic to get me back into writing in preparation for Of Claws and Steel. Alas, turns out people really liked it!

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

Of Claws and Steel. It was the fic I worked the hardest on this year but got the least amount of attention :)

Story that could have been better?

Easily there ain't no rest for the wicked. There was so much plot and so many things I wanted to include but didn't. There’s a lot of things missing and bad plot flow. One day if I got more time, I’d love to write more on it.

Sexiest story?

In The Closet, hands down. It gets a bit steamy with a k/l makeout session. Originally it was going to be a lot saucier but I wasn’t too comfortable in my ability to write it well ahaha.

Saddest story?

None of my stories were sad, per se. Most of the sad ones were more scary/foreboding rather than actually being sad. I guess to the stars and back right now, because it’s dealing with Lance’s insecurities and Pidge’s desperation to find her brother (and a lot of other things, which will be revealed in the future!)

Most fun?

Sweeter Than Honey! It was fun to write and is my most fun fic. BAMF!Lance and his witty commentary is always a great laugh.

Story with single sweetest moment?

I can’t choose :,). It’s a three-way tie between Cold Floors and Warm Hearts’s last scene where Shiro realises Lance bought him the necklace, Lay It Down To Save It’s scene that I can’t say because it’s technically unpublished ;), and to the stars and back’s scene where Lance and Pidge talk about what they would like to be in life (ch3).

Hardest story to write?

Probably Of Claws and Steel, as I completely stagnated on the story for a long time. It took me 8 months to write it. Without Rue’s help, I probably would have taken so much longer. Runners up is Leverage, as it took me like a solid week to write 90% of it, and 3 more months to write the remaining 10%. For some reason, parts of that fic were such a pain to write.

Easiest/most fun story to write?

The easiest was definitely to the stars and back. I could relate to a lot of Lance’s actions and thoughts in the fic, so writing his POV was super easy and rather cathartic ngl. However the most fun was probably Sweeter Than Honey, as it was super self indulgent ahaha.

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

Lay It Down To Save It changed my perception of Keith. I don’t particularly like Keith in canon, but I’ve warmed up to his fanon self and general character after writing from his POV.

Most overdue story?

Of Claws and Steel easily! It was the first VLD fic idea I had but took 8 months to write. Oops?

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

For the first time I incorporated HTML coding into my fics, which taught me a lot about coding and different ways to convey certain messages and detail things. These codings altered fonts and colours, which you can see in

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

Write my tua/vld au fic, which will be my first solo multi chapter fic, and hopefully finish it by the end of next year. Also, sticking to a consistent writing schedule and try to write at least 100 words a day, plus finishing TSSAB. I’d also like to finish some more BTHB prompts!

That’s all, folks! Thank you all for sticking with my writing! Hopefully 2021 brings even more writing, fun times, and great fics. Happy New Years (in 24 hours), everyone!

#ashka writes #fic roundup #2020 fic roundup #MASSIVE shoutout to rue for giving me these questions #if you've read ocas ur officially my favourite person #ao3

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maddymaycreates · 8 years ago

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I would never actually abandoned my love of Keith But dang Matt is a pretty, pretty boy

#voltron legendary defender #vld #matt holt #vld keith #self insert #sort of #I'm not that cute #but oh well #what is anatomy honestly?#I'm so bad at it #doodle

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jo-ships · 5 years ago

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Been planning on making another one of these for a while so...

Time for a new promo

What's poppin, fam? I'm Johannah, 24, and welcome to my pinned post. I have that good ol' ADHD brain and hyperfixate on stuff constantly and by extension, anyone I consider an F/O in whatever it is. I've been a self shipper since I was about 11 or 12, and have been inserting myself into stories for even longer. As a result, I do have F/Os I began shipping with that I'm too attached to to drop and have aged them up as I've grown up myself. I understand aging up is an uncomfortable or downright triggering topic for some so if that's the case for you, I don't recommend following this blog. I do not, however, start shipping with underage characters anymore. More info on my feelings here. (Trigger warning for past grooming in the link)

My main F/Os are Sanji from One Piece, 707 from Mystic Messenger, Matt Holt from Voltron, and Osomatsu from Osomatsu-san - these are the ones I think about and enjoy talking about the most (aside from whoever my brain hyperfixates on). I'm not comfortable sharing Sanji, he's really important to me and it just really makes me depressed. I can get over it in a server setting but not here.

Hey, speaking of hyperfixations, what's currently taken over my life? (Will update semi-regularly):

Mystic Messenger

Osomatsu-san

One Piece

Fnaf Security Breach

Just Dance

On a final note, I run a couple of servers on discord related to self shipping: A One Piece one (which I help @alovesickdork run) and a Supernatural one. Feel free to join either if you're interested!

Check out my carrd for my longer F/O list!

Link to picrew used

#self promo #self shipping #romantic f/o #self insert #self insert community #self ship community #fictional other #self ship #self shipping community #pinned post

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merrykidgemas · 6 years ago

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Under Wraps HCs 1! ✧*:･ﾟ

AKA The Holts adopt Keith sfjksfjksfkj

If you don’t know what Under Wraps is (insert shameless self-advertising), it’s a fic I’ve been slowly updating since Christmas ^^ and I just thought I’d type down some headcanons before I forget them haha

Keith gets his love of cooking from them and enjoys helping in the kitchen when he comes over (might also be the fact that there are knives). No but for real after one day, he’d make pasta any day now.

He’s never really had anyone to look up to except Shiro; the Holts changed that because they’re just so super cool???? and smart?????? Like they’re g e n i u s e s .

It was kinda like stepping into the movie ‘Meet the Robinsons’ for him.

But they don’t treat him differently and it’s so easy to get along with them. He feels like a real family member with them.

Bae-Bae has turned him into a dog person like her paws are so soft how can you n o t .

One time Matt came over for a weekend break while Keith and Katie were playing another round of Killerbot Phantasm and convinced him to try some other games.

Turns out that Keith has a real knack for rhythm games and Katie is mesmerized by the way he plays.

“A perfect score!! You’re amazing Keith!”

He low-key almost cries because no one has ever looked so proud of him before sdklffjkd and it was just a g a m e

Matt loves his new sibling (little does he know he will be lol).

Oh yeah they show Keith anime and now Krolia, who is in space, feels a new level of concern for her earth son for no particular reason.

Shiro now spends Sunday lunches listening to Keith talk about Katie and the Holts. When he shakes his head and laughs about the girl, Keith looks at him confused.

“What?”

“You really like Katie huh?”

“W-well she’s my friend so...”

*laughs*

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE LAUGHING ABOUT BUT I DON’T LIKE IT I SWEAR SHIRO I’M TAKING YOUR FRIES.”

People at school notice Keith’s change of attitude. He doesn’t always look like he’s frowning. But no one knows why he always rushes off right away after school.

Katie knows. They’re doing homework in the kitchen and hanging out and goofing off together. She’s never been this happy with a friend.

#kidge #kidgemas #musako's #I FEEL SO SOFT AAAAAAAAH #JUST BURY ME IN KIDGE PLEASE #extra hc: katie doesn't take the bus anymore hehehe

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intrvso-archived11821 · 5 years ago

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THE MEGA RP PLOTTING SHEET / MEME

First and foremost, recall that no one is perfect, we’ve all witnessed some plotting once which didn’t go too well, be it because of ourselves or our partner. So here, have this, which may help for future plotting. It’s a lot, yes, but perhaps give your partners some insight? Anyway BOLD what fully applies, italicize if only somewhat

tagged by @deivorous tagging: Everyone

Mun Name: Onyx Age: 25 Contact: Discord

Character(s) I rp: Kaien Shiba, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Meranni Mahariel, Drea Hawke, River Hawke, Caius Cousland, Dane Trevelyan, Castille Lavellan, Taeros Lavellan, Akio Matsuda, Misty Shephard, Cameron Shephard, Keith Kogane, Kuron, Matt Holt, Garrus Vakarian Which muse(s) inspires you the most atm?(At the moment): the Shephards Current Fandom(s): Bleach, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Voltron Fandom(s) you have an AU for: Not many My language(s): English Themes I’m interested in for rp: Fantasy / Science fiction / Horror / Western / Romance / Thriller / Mystery / Dystopia / Adventure / Modern / Erotic / Crime / Mythology / Classic / History / Renaissance / Medieval / Ancient / War / Family / Politics / Religion / School / Adulthood / Childhood / Apocalyptic / Gods / Sport / Music / Science / Fights / Angst / Smut / Drama / etc. Themes/Genres you have an AU for: Not all of them need aus

Preferred Thread length: one-liner / 1 para / 2 para / 3+ / novella. Asks can be sent by: Mutuals / Non-Mutuals / Personals / Anons. Can Asks be continued?: YES / NO only by Mutuals?: YES / NO. Preferred thread type: crack / casual nothing too deep / serious / deep as heck.

Is realism / research important for you in certain themes?: YES / NO. Are you atm open for new plots?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. Do you handle your draft / ask - count well?: YES / NO / SOMEWHAT. How long do you usually take to reply?: 24h / 1 week / 2 weeks / 3+ / months / years. I’m okay with interacting: original characters / a relative of my character (an oc) / duplicates (haven’t tried, no opinion yet) / my fandom / crossovers / multi-muses / self-inserts / people with no AU verse for my fandom / canon-divergent portrayals / AU-versions (as main or only verse). Do you post more ic or ooc?: IC / OOC. Are you selective with following others?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.

Best ways to approach you for rp/plotting: Literally like a starter call, jump into my askbox, I’m not a scary person.

What expectations do you hold towards your plotting partner: Legit follow my rules and be nice to each other, I’m not a hard person to get along with.

How do you usually plot with others, do you give input or leave most work towards your partner?: Throw stuff at each other until we find an idea we can both agree on.

When a partner drops the thread, do you wish to know?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. - And why?: Because I track threads through rpthreadtracker and I gotta know when to remove threads from the tracker. - Will you tell your partner?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.

Is communication in the rpc important to you? YES / NO. - And why?: Because it’s important to get to know rp partners and feel comfortable going to them about anything. Whether it’s wanting to ship with them or even just wanting to let them know that there’s a problem in threads or anything. Avoiding problems is the start of issues with rpers and can lead to unnecessary drama.

- Are you okay with absolute honesty, even if it may means hearing something negative about you and/or portrayal?: I prefer it.

- Do you think you can handle such a situation in a mature way? YES / NO.

Why do you rp again, is there a goal?: This is a hobby, I like getting to know my partners and my muses. I learn new things about them in new and different situations.

Wishlist, be it plots or scenarios: I don’t really do wishlists of my own? If someone has an au idea they want to thread with me it’s as easy as saying “Hey I have an idea I want to see about threading with you.”

Some specific characters I really want to develop relationships with include:

All of them

What Type of Starters do you prefer?: Set everything up so that I am able to respond.

What Type of Starters do dislike, can’t work with?:Don’t give me something like “___ Was a bitch. She was such a bitch that no one liked her.” I once got a reply like that but it was a full ass paragraph of sentences like that. I won’t respond to anything like that at all.

What type of characters catch your interest the most?: Soft bois.. sometimes the rough guys with soft hearts. Really it depends on muses. I don’t care about the muses personality as long as I’m cmomfortable with the mun.

What type of characters catch your interest the least?: uhh honestly it depends if I can connect or the mun and I don’t talk, I can’t really write with others that well.

What are your strong aspects as rp partner?: Angst, I can do that asleep. I am also decent at fluff.

What are your weak aspects as rp partner?: I don’t know? I haven’t really been told anything I need to work on?

Do you rp smut?: YES / NO / UNKNOWN. Do you prefer to go into detail?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. Are you okay with black curtain?: YES / NO. - When do you rp smut? More out of fun or character development?: I don’t.

- Anything you would not want to rp there?: I keep it light on triggers. IF I have anything even remotely triggering come up on an rp it’s usually tagged immediately. Are ships important to you?: YES / NO. ( I don’t know what this question means?) I don’t need to ship, but I have fun with it!

Would you say your blog is ship-focused?: YES / NO

.Do you use read-mores?: YES / NO / SOMETIMES... Only if things get suggestive. Which is Incredibly rare with me.

Are you: Multi-Ship / exclusive multi ship / Single-Ship / Dual-Ship — Multiverse / Singleverse

- What do you love to explore the most in your ships?: the dynamics of the ship? Watching the muses grow?

- What is your smut tag?: I use EC // more than anything

Are you okay with pre-established relationships?: YES / NO. - And what kind of ones?: Acquaintances of circumstance, Rivals, Enemies, Allies, Sibling like, Fracción, Parental, Ex, Employee/Employer, Significant Other (tentatively)

► SECTION ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

- What could possibly make your Muse interesting towards others, why should they rp with this particular character of yours now, what possible plots do they offer?:

Because they want to? Not because of anything I say?

- What interests your Muse(s) in general: Depends on the muse

- What do they desire, is their goal?: Depends on the muse

- What catches their interest first when meeting someone new?: Depends on the muse

- What do they value in a person?: Depends on the muse

- What themes do they like talking about?: Depends on the muse

- Which themes bore them?: Depends on the muse

- Did they ever go through something traumatic?: Depends on the muse

- What could possibly trigger them?: Depends on the muse

- What could set them off, enrage them?: Depends on the muse

- Is there someone /-thing they hate?: Depends on the muse

- Is there someone /-thing they love?: Depends on the muse

Is your Muse easy to approach?: YES / NO (???) - Best ways to approach them?: Depends on the muse - Where are they usually to be found?: Depends on the muse

Something you may still want to point out about your muse?: Depends on the muse

#ooc :|| ᵐʸ ᶰᵃᵐᵉ ᶤˢ ʲᵉᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶤˢ ʲᵃᶜᵏᵃˢˢ #[ Sorry there are too many muses I have to write stuff like this for ]#[ unless one was picked ]#Long Post //

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sp4c3-0ddity · 6 years ago

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"A Love Supreme Seems Far Removed" for the Hozier prompt!

ack sorry this took so long but i hope you like it Ivy!! inspired (if indirectly) by @rueitae and @cgf-kat, though they may not thank me for the credit

Pidgedidn’tresist when Lance took her hand and tugged her into his arms, but she didhalfheartedly complain, “I haven’t even taken my shoes off!”

He laughed as his other hand pressedagainst the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. “Ifit makes you feel any better, I’ll vacuum in the morning.”

She rolled her eyes but rested her foreheadagainst his chest so he wouldn’t see the smile curving her lips. “Deal.”

They danced in the soft candlelight oftheir apartment while Lance’s phone, set on the kitchen counter,played a soft, corny tune and her own propped up on a bookshelf recorded avideo of them. Pidge had no doubt he’d planned this - down to the song - sincethey decided on their spontaneous courthouse wedding, so she went along withit, her chest warm and fluttering, her hand on his shoulder as they swayed in acircle in their tiny living room.

“Whenmarimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make we sway…”

Lance pulled her a little closer, his nosein her braided hair and his steady heartbeat under her cheek. His fingerstightened around hers, his thumb sliding her new gold wedding band up and down.

Pidge sighed as she reveled in his warmth,in that strength and sweetness she loved him for. She lifted her head andcupped the back of his neck, and when his dark blue eyes met hers a gentlesmile tugged at his lips.

“What’reyou thinking about in that brilliant brain of yours, my love?” he wondered in alow voice.

“Otherdancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you…”

She could make a joke or tease him or sharea fact that would boggle his mind; instead she confessed, “I’mjust thinking how I can’t remember ever being this happy.” Heat rushed to herface - it was always tricky for her to discuss her feelings, even with him -but she held his gaze and watched his grin creep a little wider.

(She did not think on why they married in such a hurry with only theirfamilies and Hunk present to witness, about his first impending mission intospace - away from her.)

When Lance’s palm rested on her cheek, she cradled itcloser, her eyes slipping shut as he leaned down to kiss her. She hummedagainst his lips, her stomach flipping pleasantly, and murmured, “And what are you thinking about, my darling goofball?”

“Likea lazy ocean hugs the shore, hold me close, sway me more…”

“Howdang lucky I am I met you,” Lance said. “How lucky I am to love you.”

She shivered when his nose brushed hers,his breath warm on her cheek, but teased, “You’re lucky I gave you the chance.”

(She almost didn’t,she thought regretfully. He was her nuisance of a teammate - a pilot who triedso hard to show off he made his crew fail - while they were cadets, so whatirony she fell so hard for him once she saw he could buckle down when he neededto?)

“It’sjust because I’m cute, right?” Lance teased, his thumb skirting under her eye.

“Makeme thrill as only you know how, sway me smooth, sway me now…”

Pidge slid her hand up and down his chest,over the smooth fabric of his gray suitjacket before she plucks at his slender blue tie. “Somethinglike that.”

She’d tried to convince him to wear hisGarrison uniform jacket, to show off the new stripes in the pictures her motherand his sister took, but now she found herself grateful for the tie.

She tugged him down and kissed him, alittle longer than last time - long enough it left them breathless when theyparted.

Lance recaptured her hand and they resumedtheir dance, sweeping around in a wider circle while she followed his lead. Hisforehead fell onto hers, and he said, “I never told you earlier but…you lookbeautiful.”

“Likea flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with ease…”

Pidge smiled, face warm. She swished herlong white hem around and sighed when Lance’s warm hand wandered up to where the dressleft her back bare. “It’s not exactly a wedding gown,” she told him, “but itdid the job.”

“Itmore than did the job,” Lance agreed. He kissed her, and when his lips partedover hers heat pooled in her stomach.

She gripped his tie again and tangled herfingers through his hair that was almost more carefully styled than her plaits.He cupped her face between his hands, kissing her like a man starved, like henever would again.

(She loved him so much - wanted him closeand with her - she couldn’tbreath when she thought of them parting.)

The air she needed to live was almost notworth it, but the smirk Lance flashed her once he caught his breath made hervery grateful she stood within the fold of his arms.

“Onlyyou have that magic technique, when we sway I go weak…”

His hands fell to her waist. “Youmust be glad Hunk talked me into wearing an actual tie.” He lowered his voiceand whispered in a tone of mocking horror, “I wanted to wear a bow tie.”

Pidge snorted but she couldn’tfight the laughter bubbling through her chest. “Why?” she demanded. She wrapped her arms aroundhis neck so they returned to their lazier slow dance. “Oh my God, that would’vebeen worse than committing murder.”

“Whatdo you have against bow ties, Pidge?” Lance asked. He raised an eyebrow, buthis attempt at being serious fell flat the instant he dissolved into giggles. “Youjust like tugging me down for one more, huh?”

“Whenmarimba rhythms start to play, hold me close, make me sway…”

Her face warmed impossibly more, but sherolled her eyes, fingers tightening around his tie, and grumbled, “Yes,so shut up and kiss me, Mr. Lieutenant Holt.”

“Withpleasure, Mrs. Lieutenant H—”

Kissing Lance was an easy - and pleasant -way to quiet him. Frank Sinatra’s smooth voice faded into the background,the candles burned low before their own wax quenched the flames, and Pidge lostherself in Lance’s arms as he unraveled her kiss by kiss and touch by touch.

“Whenwe dance you have a way with me, stay with me, sway with me…”

What little Pidge can see of the dark videoblurs behind a curtain of tears she frantically wipes away. She can do withoutthem, without the awful tightness in her chest and the heaviness weighing downher very soul.

They’re useless to her, but not even her workdistracts her from the pain anymore.

A harsh wave of anger washes over her, herjaw clenching and her fingers tightening around her blasted phone. It takes allher self-control not to chuck it, still playing the video with its soft musicand softer, incomprehensible voices, across the lab at the far wall. At theleast she wants to insert it into the UTM and let the pistons crush it intoshards of fiberglass and silicon.

The empty shell - the non-cog - sitting onthe stool beside her is far from a comforting presence. The entire time thevideo played, she dared to glance at his - its- face, dared to hope for a sign of recognition or just a change in itsexpression.

But nothing - just a blank, flat affectwith not even a hint of the smile that, even in quiet moments, would playaround his lips.

“Youhave to be in there,”Pidge hisses, furious. She squeezes her phone, cradling it close to her chest,and wags an angry finger in the shell’s expressionless face.

It doesn’t even blink.

“H-how’reyou—you can’t be—but you haveto be—”Pidge cuts off with a strangled gasp. She stumbles to her feet, dropping thephone on the lab bench before rounding towards the shell with her headspinning. She feels as unbalanced as she did the last time she drank too much,as unsteady on her feet as she is in her soul, but without Hunk or Keith orMatt there to catch her.

“We’rebringing you back,” Pidge swears, not for the first time. Her fingers find theugly device protruding from its hair - once so carefully groomed, now unwashedand shaggy - and says, “I’m going to find a way to take this damn hoktril outwithout killing you even if I have to question every Altean neurologist in theuniverse myself.”

But the body that used to be Lance’sstares dispassionately past the woman he loved, as indifferent to her anger andgrief and touch as it was to the video of their first dance.

#plance #pidgance #lidge #flirtyrobot #ask to tag??#qna #reem writes fic #voltron #hope it was worth the wait!!#not sure the first scene had the effect i was going for #i had this idea very early this morning #but when i woke up (again) i felt like i lost the spark for it a bit #but i think it came out all right #anchoredtether

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