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squirrelwrangler · 2 years

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The Fandoms of Princess Findis (9)

Part 9, Part 8, Part 7, Part 6, Part 5, Part 4, Part Three, Part Two, Part One

The monster of a fic started back in 2017, celebrating my self-indulgent love of creating crossover fusions, in-jokes, and worldbuilding. Princess Findis is an author, and her latest creation is Voltron. (FINALLY done with this scene. Not the fic itself.)

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Heledir pushed himself back up into a sitting position, an action that informed him of how stiff his muscles had become. Tomorrow he vowed to go riding out to visit Fân and Indolen Dondwen to enjoy the atmosphere outside the city and the strain of a few hours in the saddle. Aereth and Bân were visiting his family down south in the Plains of Yavanna, making visits to them inconvenient. Heledir longed for the ease of Nargothrond when his men were gathered in a singular barracks wing. Perhaps he could cajole Arodreth to join him on tomorrow’s ride outside of Tirion. Old Father Bull ran errands to fetch plants, tools, and new fertilizers for his gardens constantly and would not object to company. He need not avail himself to the services of the gymnasium that Tacholdir’s fiancée frequented just yet. Angell swore that their bathhouse was worth the membership, though.

“Your thoughts have wandered from my presence again,” Findis chided.

“Forgive me, Dear Princess,” Heledir said. “I am here as your humble literary servant.”

“Blue’s mortal large family is why I asked for your input and novel experience. This is why truly great art is not crafted in isolation.” The rebuking edge to Findis’s declaration was only in Heledir’s imagination because he knew of her antagonistic history with her half-brother and the cruel words that Fëanor had not successfully refrained from slamming onto a young girl’s weakened self-worth. Findis buried the hurt towards the distant half-brother who had challenged Findis’s right to exist, let alone her worth or skills, had mocked and disparaged her mother and siblings, had threatened to murder her brother, and had murdered some many of her dearest friends. A rich life grew like a garden above where that painful memory was consigned, and as Findis confessed the one time that Finrod had dared to breach the topic, no revenge would wound her half-brother more than irrelevance.

“Do we have enough notes?”

“For today,” Findis said. “I’ll take them to Handë’s publisher. The main artist has not been chosen, and for this style of continuously published pamphlet I will write the scripts for the first month or two, then the main narrative is handled by the dedicated team. They send me the final drafts for approval, but I am just Pitya-Eru. Elsewise the scope would exhaust me, and as charming as a crew of flying metal lion ships are, this is not the project I can give my full attention to. There is a concept that I have desired to grow into a full novel to which I shall dedicate my time - but I beg that you ask no details of that from me yet. It is but in its shell, too undeveloped to hatch into the light.”

“I will be your second eyes and your acoustics board when you do wish to share your next novel.” Heledir received a beatific smile for his offer. Warmth pooled in his abdomen. The sense of restoration balanced equally between the two occupants of this quiet bookroom in which many such offers to read over the drafts of Finvain’s novels had been offered and accepted. “I am a selfish man, I confess to you. You have not replaced me as a confidante, how joyous this makes me! My ego grows as vast as the great Belegaer.”

Findis giggled. “I will steal you from my nephew. Dress you my livery. Despair at the mud you track into my rooms from your random disappearing acts to go birdwatch or spy on our neighbors, for you are a cat writ large, Heledir, with all its arrogance and freedom.”

“Shall I pledge to you right now? Give me your badge and I shall wear it!”

Findis’s giggles deepened into her delightfully husky laugh. “No, Heledir! I don’t want you underfoot. Charming menace that you are, I could not stand your daily company.”

The rejection of an offer made in jest could still sting, but Findis’s laughter was his aim. Heledir basked in his victory.

“We face no hurry on the drafts; Handë’s publication will not be out until after the High Feast, and the story about the monkey and his companions traveling to the Halls of Nienna on the Westernmost Coast has not yet concluded. My commission is for the replacement of that adventurous yarn.” As she gathered the sketches with their scribbles of notes, Findis reread the profiles. The skim was to ensure that she had not made herself a liar. “Finrod’s assistance with the names will help to kiln-bake the cast, and afterwards we shall review. The exact nature of the villains defeated at the end of each chapter are best left up to the artists, and it is folly to try to plan everyone and how the weave of the tale unfolds from the start.” Findis paused in her shuffle and placed one of the papers on the writing desk and reached for her pen. A v of tiny wrinkles appeared between her brows, the spark of concentration. She added another character skill to Copper-wencë, that of language acquisition. “Your experience in Beleriand proves the necessity of that talent.”

“Division of skill is key,” Heledir stated.

“For this manner of story, exactly,” Findis said, pointing at him with the pen. She twirled it around her fingers with a flourish and placed it on the small writing desk. “We are done for today. Mother and Nerdanel have yet to return from their date, but I crave food and shall pester the cook for something refreshing. Figs are in season. You may join if you wish, Heledir.”

“Though I would love to mooch off of the royal largesse, I have commitments this evening.”

“Such as?”

“Taking the volumes to Edrahil. His opinion is as keen as mine for soundness of plot and mysteries, and Maiwë likes the frothier romances.”

Findis smiled as she reached to pull Heledir from the floor, the opportunity that he needed to slide his hand up her arm to grasp the golden bracelet and pull it off her wrist. Findis snorted as Heledir held the circle close to his face to read the tengwar inscription on the inside: a date that he could not place the significance of. “It was a gift from Cousin Netyarë.”

“What is the date? That’s the old Tree Years.”

“The anniversary of the publication of First Impressions. It was a congratulations.” Her blue eyes narrowed. “What prompted this?”

Heledir slid the bracelet back onto her wrist. “No suspicion, just curiosity.” Jealousy had spurred the thought of Uilon’s connection to the bracelet somehow, which Heledir would do his best to banish from any further thoughts and never admit to Findis. His deflection did not fool Findis, but the older woman did not press.

“I will ask Netyarë which goldsmith she commissioned the piece from when I visit Valmar, if the craftsmanship intrigues you.”

Hiding behind a wide fake smile, he replied, “The craftsman probably died in Beleriand. My lord showers me with jewelry as it is.”

Findis squeezed his fingers. “It would not harm you to dress finely, as your friends do. Tacholdir can help you with the trends that will suit your features and sensibilities. And between my nephew, his father, Edrahil, and Lord Aclar Herenvarnion, you can afford the clothing of your station and connections.”

“Does this bother you?” Heledir asked as he pulled on his doublet, wondering why the cuff had already begun fraying on a garment that he had not owned for more than a few months.

“Only that I would invite you to join me to the ballet in a few weeks, and we shall be gossip fodder if you dress meanly.”

“Which one?”

“The Raven and the Swan. Quáwen has a solo. Invite your cadre of friends to join us; the performance will be held in Alqualondë so the ones that live on Tol Eressëa like Faron can join us. Galuven and Edrahil have seats promised.”

Heledir smiled. “Until our next planning session.”

Findis fluttered her hands over the white cotton of her high-waisted gown, patting away wrinkles in an involuntary mirroring to Heledir’s futile efforts to straighten his own clothing back into presentability. He could read the desire on her face to take a motherly hand to him and take over his lacing, as if he was a toddler unable to fasten his own garments. As Heledir was completely sober, such assistance was unnecessary - and would have still been unnecessary had he been as drunk as Gadwar at his first Hadorin party. “At the end of the week. Tell my nephew to join us. I need those names.”

#my fic #silm fic #the meta fan findis stuff #yes i added a nod to Journey to the West at the last second #also yes that is another mention of the Princess Tutu fusion #Quáwen is Ahiru

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izlaria · 3 years

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Someone you like (part 4)

This is the fourth chapter of my “Someone you like” inspired fic. It’s also available on AO3 in case you prefer that platform. Please hit me up to talk about Plance!

Summary: In the days following their arrival on Earth, Pidge finds that conflicting feelings don't just disappear because there are more people around. On the contrary, with the approach of the final battle, they seem to get worse.

FYI, we’re still on Pidge pining hour.

18 and 16 years old

Life was not easy when you were a soldier fighting against an evil, intergalactic empire, but Pidge had found a sort of balance to it all. Now that they were back on Earth and she knew her family was relatively safe, much of the sorrow she’d carried had dissolved into hopefulness.

Much, but not all.

Pidge leaned her head against the wall, hugging the papers to her chest. Being on the Garrison made it easier for her to ignore her erratic heartbeats, because she could just avoid Lance most of the time, but it also sent her into overdrive when she accidentally met him in the hallways. She could usually depend on her mother to be there – Pidge was grounded, after all –, but there were times when not even Colleen could protect her.

She wanted to talk to Lance, of course. He was one of her best friends and no crush could ever change that, but it took a lot out of Pidge to hear him drone on about Allura and all the places he wanted to show her on Earth.

Maybe her evasiveness wasn’t the most mature of Pidge’s choices, but she was tired and lovesick and feeling neglected. She would have to be excused a little pettiness.

“Do you want to tell me why I just saw you ignore Lance?” Matt raised his brows at her, an expression that Pidge herself often mimicked and that was especially irritating to be the target of. He was standing off to the side of her station, gloves still on.

Pidge pushed away from the wall, feeling flustered. She hadn’t realized her brother had witnessed the scene.

“Did I ignore Lance?” Pidge opted to feign innocence. “I was so lost in thought I didn’t really see him there. Or you.” This last bit she said with a touch of hostility.

Matt crossed his arms and hummed, sounding disbelieving. “You always were the worst liar out of the two of us, Pidge.”

She shouldered past Matt with a glare. There was a lot of work to do until the Atlas was completed and the last thing she needed were distractions like her feelings for Lance or a fight with her brother.

“When did you land on Earth, anyway?” Pidge put the papers down on her table and moved to one of the computer screens, where she’d left a new code running. It was an improved version of her and Matt’s previous software for predicting Galra presence. “I could use your eyes on this.”

Matt stood at her back, looking over her shoulder at the lines that lit up the computer.

“This is interesting…” He squinted down at Pidge. “Don’t think for a second that a new challenge will make me forget what I just saw.”

She took advantage of Matt’s positioning to elbow him in the gut.

Truthfully, Pidge knew her brother wouldn’t tease her too much about her circumstances. Matt was caring and even protective when it came to her well-being, so he would never rat her out to Lance or any of the others, even if he disagreed with her actions.

Despite that, she struggled with being vulnerable around him.

Pidge didn’t want to think about it, but the years they’d spent apart had certainly affected their relationship. Before going to space, Matt was more than her brother, he had been her closest friend. But now she had Hunk, Lance, and even Keith and Allura. If she needed guidance, Coran and Shiro were only a call away.

She would always be close to Matt, but he was no longer the only person whose company she valued.

“We should finish this up before mom comes around,” Pidge said, trying to refocus. “She comes to collect me at the end of the day.” She rolled her eyes.

“That still going on?” Matt chuckled as he pulled a chair over to her station. He scanned the reports she had just brought in.

“I can’t even go out to eat with the team. We’ve had to meet in the cafeteria, of all places.”

“I’m just glad the cooking staff changed since I was a student.” Matt wrinkled his nose. “That was just nasty.”

“Except for the burgers.” And here Pidge smiled, suddenly reminded of all the times Hunk and Lance had dragged her to lunch and how they always ended up making a mess of their table.

“On Mondays, that’s right!” Matt glanced at her and Pidge couldn’t quite read the look in his eyes. “Until when are you grounded, anyway?”

“Let’s see, I was fifteen when I was whisked into space, so…” She pretended to do the calculations. “Until my twenty-first birthday, unless dad intervenes.”

Matt snorted. “Good luck with that. He doesn’t really have any weight with mom right now. She’s still upset about the whole being-pronounced-dead thing.”

Pidge groaned, burying her face into her hands. “I’ll be going to war in a month, but I still have no freedom here.” She raised her eyes to look at him. “Can’t you talk to mom?”

“And risk my newfound position as the favorite? You’re on your own, kiddo.” He continued to stare down at the papers for a moment, before turning to face her properly. “You know why she’s doing this, right? You spent three years MIA. We thought you were dead.” He exhaled forcefully. “I thought you were dead.”

Pidge didn’t really know how to respond. Since her arrival on Earth, she’d had versions of this conversation with several people, but her brother had always stood back and given her a little space. He probably knew better than most how overwhelming such a welcome could be. “I am sorry, Matt.”

He gave her a tight-lipped smile. “Turnaround is fair play, I guess.”

“Stop.” Pidge put a hand on his arm. She worked her jaw, trying to figure out what to say. “I never wanted you to find out how that felt.”

Matt nodded once, swallowing hard. Pidge could tell that he was putting his emotions back in check.

“I’m proud of what you’ve done, Katie. Mom might act like you’re still a kid, but I was out there before you came along.” It reminded Pidge that, though he hadn’t been present for her battles, Matt had seen his own share of horrors. “Voltron turned the tide, in no small part because of you.”

“Thank you.” She tried to blink away the tears. Matt smiled and brought his hands up to cup her face.

“My little sister is a badass, so I don’t want to see you hiding behind corners because of some stupid boy.” When she tried to protest, he just squished her cheeks. “Who does not deserve you, by the way.”

Pidge couldn’t help but laugh. She could always count on Matt to make her smile through her tears.

“I thought you liked Lance,” she said once Matt had let go of her face. He grimaced.

“He’s eighteen and a flirt.” Her brother didn’t even try to go back to work, he merely kicked his legs up onto a workbench and crossed his arms. “I would feel better about Keith, even.”

“You say that because Shiro would be just as bad of a protective older brother as you.” She pushed at his chair, making Matt almost lose his balance.

“You would never be alone unchaperoned, it would be great,” he confirmed, still pulling himself back into position.

“You realize that I’m technically nineteen?” She aimed a sharp look at him.

“You realize you look twelve?” Matt shot back, looking unbearably satisfied with himself. This time Pidge had no mercy for him; she sent his chair rolling down the aisle and Matt with it.

“Honestly, you have nothing to worry about.” She wrapped an arm around her middle. “Lance is so enamored with Allura that I could yell in his ear that I like him and the goofball would think I meant it platonically.”

Matt wheeled himself back to her. “Then he’s a fool.”

“You’re just saying that,” Pidge scoffed. “You were just as bad as him when meeting Allura.”

“Look, Allura is beautiful, that’s true, but it doesn’t diminish your qualities.” He put a hand on her shoulder, leaning in close so that their voices didn’t echo in the empty laboratory. “You are funny and witty and smarter than anyone in this damn complex. Don’t you dare compare yourself to Allura.”

Pidge dragged her chair until she was resting against Matt’s shoulder.

“It’s sort of inevitable. She’s the one he likes and I have to accept it.” She looked at the computer, where lines of code kept appearing and disappearing. “It’s just hard to be near him. I feel like I’ll do something and everyone will… know.”

“You spent almost a year pretending to be someone else, I think your acting skills are a little better than that.”

“Didn’t you criticize my lying just a few minutes ago?” she deadpanned.

“Well…” Matt gave her a cheeky grin. “I’ve known you your entire life, so I’m a Katie Holt expert.”

“Of course,” she drawled out, rolling her eyes.

Pidge felt her brother put an arm over her shoulder, squeezing her to his side.

“You’re perfect, okay?” he murmured into her hair. “Don’t ever let anyone convince you otherwise.”

She closed her eyes and let herself fall into his embrace. It was something she had missed, even now that the team was back on Earth. Everything had changed since the Kerberos mission and, while a lot of it was good, Pidge couldn’t deny that she wished Matt would stay with them more often.

“Okay.” Her voice trembled, but Matt didn’t mention it, choosing to tighten his hold on her.

“Knock, knock! Anyone in here?” As soon as the voice sounded, Pidge scrambled to hide her face. She got up and pretended to check a different monitor, turning her back to the door. She heard Lance approach their station. “Oh, hey, guys!” Then, seeming to notice the mood of the room. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, man.” Matt was the first to recover. Pidge felt him move, probably trying to keep Lance from getting any closer. “We were just discussing some Holt secret coding.” She almost snickered at this, despite the heartbeat that still hammered in her ears. It was the sort of thing that only a non-techie would believe.

“And I thought us McClains were bad with our ropa vieja recipe.” She chanced a look over her shoulder to catch Lance’s smile. He was always at his brightest when talking about his family.

“You needed something, Lance?” Matt was being a bit more brusque than normal, but his expression was thankfully still amenable. Pidge would have hit him if he just started being a jerk to Lance.

“Not really,” the other boy responded. He looked around Matt to smile at Pidge. “I was just hoping to catch up with Pidge before your mother comes around.” He shuddered. “Let me tell you, that’s a scary lady. She could almost beat mami with that I’m-not-mad-just-disappointed face.”

“You tell me?” Matt sighed. “That’s one thing I don’t look forward to when touching down at the Garrison.”

“You wanted to talk to me?” Pidge interrupted before they could keep going. Putting two of the friendliest people she knew in the same room was only a good idea if she had the patience for a long conversation. Which she didn’t.

“Ah, are you done ignoring me, Pidgeon?” Lance cocked his hip to one side, looking too sure of himself for his own good.

“I’m working, Lance, something you should be doing as well.” She pretended to fix her glasses, if only to have something to do.

The boy waved a dismissive hand at her. “I’m done for the day and I know for a fact that you’re just working on pet projects until Colleen comes to get you.” When he tried to lean down towards her, Matt moved to stand between them. Lance hesitated, before letting the strange behavior go. “Matt can keep your mom busy if she shows up, right?”

It was difficult to say no to Lance. He was jovial and charming, in particular when he wasn’t actually trying to impress anyone.

“Can you, Matt?” Pidge found herself asking. Her brother frowned at her with uncertainty.

“If that’s what you want, Pidge,” he yielded, when she didn’t back down.

“Let’s go before you get me in trouble, McClain.” Pidge gave a long-suffering sigh and moved past the two boys, who were saying their goodbyes.

Lance caught up to her at the door, opening it with an exaggerated bow.

She walked briskly down the hallway, but Lance had the advantage of his height. For every two, quick steps Pidge took, he only had to take one long stride.

“In a rush to get away?” There was laughter in his voice.

“You’ve seen how mom gets,” she replied, peaking around corners as they moved. “If she doesn’t know where I am for more than five minutes, she seems to think I’ll jump into a ship and disappear for another four years.”

“As if I had it any better.” He gestured to a hallway Pidge knew led to the analytics department. “I’m just lucky Veronica is the only one in my family with clearance to come into the Garrison.”

Pidge snorted. “I should sic my mom on you and Hunk, to make things even.”

Though she’d spent so much of their time on Earth making up excuses not to see Lance, the conversation between them flowed naturally. He had an easy-going energy that calmed Pidge’s more tense nature. While they were in the castle-ship, he had been able to soothe the worst of her worries, until Pidge could actually have fun, despite the fears that troubled her mind.

She didn’t know what would have become of her in this war, if Lance hadn’t been there.

“On the subject of your family…” Lance sent her an anxious look. “Is everything really alright with your brother?”

Pidge could tell he was actually worried, which sent a wave of affection and pain through her chest. She struggled to keep her expression blank.

“We were just talking about the war.” She allowed apprehension to seep into her tone. “I know he has a role to perform out there, but I wish he could stay longer.”

Lance twisted his mouth to the side, an unhappy expression he often adopted when trying to look empathetic. “What has Matt said about it?”

“He misses home, but he can’t really ignore what’s going on with the rebel forces.” Pidge rubbed at her temple. “If we are actually able to end the war, then things might be different, but for now…” she trailed off.

Communications from all around the universe told them Voltron wasn’t the only force preparing for battle. There were a lot of moving parts to consider, especially with the still unknown variable of whose influence had been affecting the Altean colony.

“I know what you mean. After this is all over, I think I’ll take a long vacation to just enjoy good, old Earth.”

This surprised Pidge, startling her from her previous line of thought.

“What, is the Tailor going to retire?” She knocked Lance lightly on the arm, trying for a playful mood.

“No,” he objected. He bent at the waist to look her in the eye and winked. “You know I can’t deny the rest of the universe the beauty of my presence.”

Pidge pushed his face away. It was easy to pretend to be annoyed at Lance when he insisted on acting like this. He was most dangerous when he was genuine. “Be real, man.”

“I am!” He laughed as he stood upright. “It’s just… We’ve been off-planet for so long, I kinda want some time to spend with my family, maybe travel around. I’ve only ever been to Cuba and the US, can you believe it? I’ve seen more of space than of my own planet.”

“Yeah, me too.” Pidge frowned. She hadn’t thought about the situation in these terms before. “I’ve been to Italy and England, but that’s it.”

“We should come up with a plan, get the others in on it.” Lance shot her a smile.

They had walked all the way to the MFE taxiway and Pidge focused her attention on the aircraft that Ryan Kinkade maneuvered across from them. She didn’t want to think of Lance’s warmth so close to her, nor of the future he described.

It didn’t matter how long she avoided him, Lance always found a way back into her life and into her heart. This awareness was painful, when Pidge knew he would never look at her as more than a best friend or a younger sister.

She felt something hit her cheek and looked up at the sky. Dark clouds gathered over them and soon there was another drop.

“Oh, it’s raining,” Pidge commented offhandedly. By her side, Lance let out a laugh. He sounded so joyful that she couldn’t stop herself from staring.

Lance had opened his arms and raised his face to the rain. It reminded her of something he had said months ago, about the aspects of Earth he missed while in space. She was once again struck by how attracted she was to Lance: his cheerfulness, his stupid humor, the curve of his Adam’s apple and the way his uniform clung to him in the rain.

“I really missed this!” he exclaimed mid-laugh.

Pidge stood still, admiring his delight even as her hands closed to fists at her sides. “Yeah,” she breathed out, “me too.”

After they left the mall, there was still some time for Allura to kill before her date and it was decided that she, Romelle and Pidge would stop to grab something to eat. Rizavi and Ina had previous plans, but they encouraged the girls to have some fun together, leaving unsaid that it might be their last chance to do so.

“I cannot emphasize how thankful I am, Pidge.” Allura reached across the table to grab her hand. She and Romelle had insisted on going into a coffeeshop that had recently reopened; the design was minimalist but cozy, a step-up from anything else they’d seen outside downtown.

“And I’ve said it a hundred times already, princess, I don’t mind.” Pidge let her hand go slack in Allura’s, trying not to snap at her friend. While she appreciated the gratitude, the constant touching was starting to grate on her nerves.

“You do mind,” Allura contested, with the kind of serious but diplomatic tone she used when arguing with Garrison officers. “I could see your hesitance when the vendor first offered the trade. None would have denied your right to keep the item.”

Allura pulled back into herself as she spoke. It was strange to see her uncomfortable, since the princess usually kept either a tranquil or a powerful front in the face of adversity. Free from her touch, Pidge suddenly felt bad for not responding more fervently to Allura’s efforts towards a closer bond. In the castle-ship, she had pretended they were simply too different and, on Earth, too busy.

The truth was much less dignified: Allura had seemed like an unapproachable ideal, made solid only to remind Pidge of all that she could not be. She was prim and beautiful and feminine. Once upon a time, before the complexities of her multiple identities, Katie had aspired to this image, to some degree.

“You’re more important to me than a video game.” Pidge tried to be casual with the way she said this, but the knowing glint that shone in Allura’s eyes told her it was unsuccessful. “I’ll have plenty of time to find it again after the war is over.”

“Perhaps you could teach me these games once we are back.” Allura smiled at her, the picture of earnestness. “I was always curious about the time you and the other paladins dedicated to them.”

“It can be pretty frustrating,” Pidge warned, thinking of the hours she’d wasted with Hunk and Lance just to get past some particularly difficult levels.

“I have noticed that you scream a lot while playing,” the other commented thoughtfully, “but that appears to be part of the bonding experience.”

“You can say that again.” She scoffed.

“Why would I say it again?” Allura tilted her head to the side in confusion and Pidge had to disguise her laughter.

“I’m just agreeing with you.” She sometimes forgot that the Alteans weren’t completely used to Earth culture. In the Castle of Lions, the paladins were the ones to adhere to new patterns. Now, Allura and Coran had to slowly learn their customs, like with this date.

“I suppose we did have something similar in Altea,” Allura mused. “Activities like the maze we had in the Castle were quite popular among the youth.” She leaned over the table to speak in a lower voice. “The element of danger was a point of interest, though I couldn’t quite comprehend why.”

“That’s a lie and you know it!” Pidge pointed accusingly at Allura. “You’re almost as bad as Keith with throwing yourself into dangerous situations.”

“Am not!” It was always funny to rile her up like this. Allura was so calm and collected that getting her to sound immature was a reward in itself. The other shook her head and settled back into her seat, straightening her posture. “Oh, I know what you are doing.”

Pidge continued to grin at her. “What am I doing?”

The princess narrowed her eyes at Pidge, but her mouth struggled with a smile. “You and Lance have such a way of getting me to lose my cool.” She tapped a rhythm on the table. “I must admit it is endearing.”

There it was again, the shock of warmth and sadness that had troubled Pidge the entire day. She loved Allura and was even happy for her, but her heart was conflicted by the news of her new-found interest in Lance.

It just seemed so sudden, Pidge hadn’t had the opportunity to prepare herself. Or maybe those two had grown closer in the Garrison, while she tried her best not to see them, and this was simply the outcome of her bad choices.

Pidge was saved from responding by the arrival of Romelle, her arms full of napkins.

“What a bargain!” She proclaimed as the packages fell from her hands and bounced across the tabletop. “They have agreed to serve us their best delicacies in trade of Pidge’s autographs, a video of her endorsement and an appearance once every phoeb for the next five moons!” The blonde beamed down at them. “On that regard, what is an endorsement?”

Allura and Pidge shared a dismayed look over the piles of napkins.

“Surely they do not expect Pidge to autograph all of these.” Allura gave Romelle an hesitant smile, as if her politeness could change the answer they all knew was coming.

Romelle blinked at them. “The cook assured me it was an amazing deal.”

Pidge pinched the bridge of her nose, calling on any patience she could muster. She had nothing against Romelle and the Altean was nice and cheerful most of the time, but her naivete when dealing with human conventions never failed to amaze.

“Oh dear,” Allura fretted. “I should go deal with that.”

“Think you can convince them to give us food without getting me stuck here for the near future?” Pidge teased, to disguise her vexation.

Her friend slid off the booth. “I have reasoned with beings from several galaxies, I cannot fathom a Terran entrepreneur will be more stubborn than certain members of the coalition.” Allura straightened her spine and clasped her hands over her stomach, looking every bit the princess she was. The determination in her expression made Pidge smile.

“I can autograph one pile of napkins and I agree to do a video endorsement, but I’m not changing back into costume.” She turned to look at Romelle, who seemed to be accompanying the conversation with good-humored confusion. There was something almost sly about the look in her eyes. “I’m going into space tomorrow, how was I supposed to come back? Besides, I’m grounded. If mom found out we were finished shopping, she’d already be here to drag me home.”

“I might have been swayed by the delicious smells wafting from the kitchen,” the other admitted in a manner that could pass for sheepish. She eyed the napkins, before picking up a package. “I suppose these are a little excessive.”

Allura sighed. “I will be right back.”

They watched the princess move towards the front of the coffeeshop, where the human owner was talking to another set of customers. Romelle sat down where Allura had previously been.

“Alone at last.” She clapped her hands together and faced Pidge with a seriousness that contrasted with her usual vibrancy.

Pidge narrowed her eyes at Romelle. “I knew you were plotting something.”

The blonde shrugged. “I wanted to talk to you privately and I didn’t think we would get the chance in the Garrison.” She glanced back to where Allura stood waiting for the other customers to leave. “The owner was a darling, but he was a tremendous flirt, so Allura won’t be here any time soon.”

“Do I even have to sign anything?” Pidge rested her chin on her hand.

“He wants a picture with you and the princess and an autograph to hang on the wall, but that’s it.” Romelle winked at her.

“So what do you want?” Pidge tapped a finger against her cheek. She didn’t mean to sound so suspicious, but the girl’s orchestrations made the situation feel a little like a trap.

“To thank you.” The emotion in her voice sounded almost like pity. “For your sacrifice today.”

Pidge groaned. “I already told Allura that the video game wasn’t that much of a loss.”

“I am not talking about the game.” There was a moment of silence, during which Pidge kept very still. “I saw your reaction when we told you about the date. It was only then that I realized: you like pointy chin.”

“What makes you think that?” She raised a brow at Romelle, doing her best to appear natural.

“It makes sense.” Romelle looked up at the sparse decorations that adorned the coffeeshop, her expression pensive. “He’s the one you spend the most time with, after Hunk. I didn’t think you were interested in romance, given your almost complete lack of sentimentality,” and here she made a face at Pidge, “but I suppose we’re all dealing with high emotions right now.”

Pidge didn’t know how to reply. So far, Matt was the only one who had realized her crush on Lance and he’d been thankfully quiet since. The whole day left her feeling off-center, especially with what Romelle now wanted her to confess. Pidge didn’t want to talk about her feelings. She wanted to take her bayard and carve the jealousy and affection and misery right out of her chest.

Romelle took her silence as a sign to go on. “Look, I know we are not close, but you can talk to me.” The expression on her face was so eager that Pidge didn’t immediately protest. “You are… not kind. Not always, at least, but genuine.” Romelle hurried through her words. “Which is more than can be said about others I’ve met since arriving on Earth. And I can see how much you care for Allura, though you hide it beneath your sarcasm and reluctance.”

“Has anyone on Earth given you trouble?” Pidge chose to focus on the subject that was easier to approach. Romelle clearly knew what she was doing, because the blonde gave her a very annoyed look. “The team and I have tried to shield you from the politics of having non-humans around, but it’s not always possible.”

“I grew up worshipping a man who turned out to be harvesting quintessence from the bodies of my family and friends,” Romelle stated coolly. “I can handle the Terrans.”

“Well, this thing has to go both ways.” Pidge leaned back against the booth to gesture forcefully in the other’s direction. “If you want me to talk to you, then you need to talk to me.”

Romelle seemed to consider this, her eyes narrowed. “Fair enough.” She glanced quickly over her shoulder, then leaned forward. “I know we both want what’s best for Allura, but I hope you will be happy, too.”

Her eagerness brought a small smile to Pidge’s lips, even as her chest constricted with the acknowledgement of her feelings.

There were many things in the universe that she valued more than romance: her family, her intellect and ability to continue learning, and now her friends. Pidge would do anything to keep them safe and content, regardless of how she felt about Lance. She would eventually get over him, of this Pidge was sure.

She loved Lance, but she loved herself more.

“I don’t need a boy to be happy, Romelle. I just want this war to be over.”

The blonde nodded at her response. “You have already done so much for me by going against Lotor.” She sighed. “You will always have my loyalty for that.”

Pidge took a moment to study her. Romelle could be energetic and joyful, but she had also suffered more loss than Pidge could really comprehend. She had never believed Matt and her father were dead, even on the early days of the Garrison’s declaration. Hope had moved her forward, but Romelle hadn’t had that privilege.

“Have I ever told you how I became a paladin?” she asked, much to Romelle’s surprise.

“I don’t believe so, no.” The other furrowed her brows in puzzlement. “Are you changing the subject again?”

“I was just thinking that we have more in common than you know.” Pidge lowered her eyes to the tabletop, tracing a series of scratches with the tip of her fingers. “You have met my brother Matt, haven’t you?”

Allura approached as she said this, a tray of food balanced on her hand. “Oh, has Romelle heard of your search for Matt?”

Pidge stood up to help Allura place the coffee without spilling it and grinned at her friend’s enthusiasm. “I was just about to tell her.”

The princess sat down next to Romelle and put her hands to her chest in a show of sympathy. “It is a lovely story, please go on.”

With a laugh, she did.

#voltron #plance #lidge #pidgance #flirtyrobot #cyance #voltron legendary defender #vld #katie holt #pidge gunderson #vld lance #lance mcclain #vld fanfiction #vld syl verse

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Whumptober 2020 - Day 16

Even though the events in today’s fic are caused by physical whump, it ends up being mostly emotional whump, and the darkest emotionally so far. Please do not read without checking the warnings first. Some things are blatantly stated, while others are heavily hinted at and left to the imagination, but either way it’s heavy so make sure it’s not going to bother you before you read.

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Day 16 - Hallucinations

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: heavily implied/referenced child abuse, panic attacks, claustrophobia, nyctophobia

They had just finished dinner and were still sitting at the long dining table, discussing the next day’s plans, when everything went wrong.

It started with his vision going a little blurry. Keith blinked, then blinked again, trying his best to clear his eyes and the slight bout of dizziness without losing his focus on what Allura was saying. When that didn’t work, he shook his head. When that didn’t work, he brought one hand up to rub his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Hey man, you okay?” Hunk whispered from his right.

“Yeah. I’m just -”

He turned to look at Hunk, but the face he was met with made him jump so hard he fell out of his chair backwards and into Lance’s lap.

“Dude, what the heck?”

It couldn’t be. It made no sense. But there he was, leering from the chair where Hunk should have been. The same broad face, flushed with alcohol, the same thick brown eyebrows pulled together into one long, angry line, the same scowl that promised nothing but pain to come. He opened his mouth and nothing but garbled nonsense came out, but Keith was sure it was something menacing.

Scrambling to his feet, he quickly put distance between himself and the table, and just in time, too, because the man was beginning to stand. The boy beside him, too, who Keith could now see was not Lance at all, but...Toby? His eyes went even wider, his breaths coming faster as his back hit the wall.

Bill and Toby. They didn’t even know each other. They were from different homes, completely different towns, in fact. Why were they both here? Had they...had they done something with his friends?

His eyes flicked back and forth between them. Bill looked as angry as ever, sweat sticking his already greasy hair to his forehead as his fists clenched, ready to strike.

Toby was giving him that smirk, the one that said he was about to nonchalantly steal all of his food off his plate, or get him in trouble with the foster parents for something he didn’t do, or lock him out of the house for an entire weekend.

Bill took a step closer, and Keith flinched back into the wall, his palms pressing against it. More of the same unintelligible language came from Toby, and Keith frowned, wondering if something was wrong with his translator. It didn’t matter. Neither of those two meant anything good. He was about to beat a hasty retreat, try to go find what might have become of his friends, when movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

For an instant he thought it was Shiro, and he almost melted in relief. Shiro would help him. Shiro would make sure they didn’t touch him.

But when he fully turned his head to see, his heart stopped beating completely before stuttering into overdrive. It was them. Not just him, but her, too, standing just behind him. Both still sporting the same supermodel good looks and expensive fashions, despite the fact that they were supposed to have spent the last five or six years in jail. They looked just like the nightmares that haunted him night after night. Just like they had back then, back when he was with them, back when…

Keith’s legs gave out from under him and he hit the floor with a thud, but was back up on his feet an instant later and scooting himself backwards along the wall, away from all of them, towards the door. “No. No, you can’t…” You can’t be here, he wanted to say, but he couldn’t say that, because that would make them mad, and if they were mad then things would be ten times worse for him.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” he tried instead. “I didn’t…” The door was close now, and he turned and fled. Voices shouted behind him, but he ignored them, even though he knew that this was bad, running was bad, running was going to make them so mad, but he couldn’t handle them all at once, he couldn’t. He had barely survived any of them one at a time.

The halls of the Castle were comfortingly familiar, but somehow far too familiar at the same time. If they had somehow gotten in without anyone noticing, had taken the place of his friends without him realizing it, then who’s to say that they didn’t know this place even better than he did? He needed somewhere to hide, and fast. But where could he go that they wouldn’t immediately find him?

“Keith?”

The voice was familiar, but not in the way he expected once he whirled around to face the source. A young girl stood at the end of the hallway, hair as long, stick-straight, and blonde as he remembered. “Brooke?”

She tilted her head to the side as he ran toward her, a puzzled look on her face. He honestly couldn’t decide whether seeing her again elated or terrified him, but what mattered right then was that they were both in danger.

“Hey, we’ve gotta go. It’s not safe here.” He knew better than to grab her wrist without asking, so he went for her hand, instead, telegraphing his movements so as not to startle her. “I’m sorry, but…” He took a deep breath, looking her straight in the eyes. “They’re here. We’ve gotta go. We need to hide.”

Brooke resisted when he began to run again, but was unable to keep from being tugged along behind him. “Keith, what…? I don’t understand!”

She sounded so much like Pidge that he had to do a double-take, but no, that was definitely Brooke. “I know, I don’t understand, either. I don’t know how....they were supposed to still be in jail. My social worker said they got ten years, and it hasn’t been…” He swore under his breath. “We’ve gotta hide. I don’t know where to go. They’re gonna find us.”

“Listen, can we…? I think we need to stop and talk about this for a second.”

He would have turned to yell at her if he hadn’t been so intent on not stopping. “No, Brooke! We can’t! Do you…have you already forgotten what they’ll do to us if they find us?”

“Okay, well...um...what about your room? Can we hide in your room?”

“No!” He shook his head adamantly. “My room is the first place they’d look.” His mind was racing faster than his feet. “The other wing of the Castle. The one we don’t use. That’s where we can go.”

Veering off to the left, he pulled her into a rarely-used hallway and up to a door that had to be forced open. He made sure to shut it back behind them to cover their tracks. Dust puffed out around their feet as they ran, and Keith’s head swiveled back and forth, trying to determine an appropriate place to stop. Part of him was screaming to keep going, to get deeper into the Castle and further away from them, but the other part wanted to hide now, before they caught up and found them.

Finally the latter won out, and he skidded to a halt, flinging open the nearest door. It was a closet. He almost started running again. A closet was the last place he wanted to be right now, when the memories were already crowding in, threatening to overwhelm him. But there was enough room on the floor for both of them to sit semi-comfortably, and it was here, and available, and a closet was probably the last place they would think to look for them. No one would expect the two of them to voluntarily get in a closet.

Brooke looked appropriately scared when he turned to look at her, despite the lack of fear in her words up until then. With a quick apology, he shoved her inside, glanced back down the hall, then climbed in after her and shut the door.

Darkness fell. Keith’s breath caught in his throat.

“Keith?” Her voice was soft. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He clenched his teeth, swallowed, nodded even though she couldn’t see him. “Yeah. It’s...it’s okay. I know it’s...I know you’re probably scared. But we should be safe here. Even though it’s, you know...not the ideal location. But, uh...hey, at least it’s both of us this time. We’re not alone in here. And, you know. Free to move around. Talk. Hear. All that stuff.”

“Are you…” Brooke shifted around. “Keith, are you talking about...sensory deprivation? Did somebody...did somebody lock you in a closet and -”

“You know they did, Brooke, you were there!” he whisper-shouted through his teeth. “And now they’re here, I don’t know how, but I saw them! Bill and Toby, too, they...they’re from other homes I was in, before. I don’t know how they got here. I don’t know, I don’t understand.” Running his hands up through his hair, he gripped it tightly and began rocking back and forth.

“Hey.” A small hand found his arm and gripped it tightly. “It’s gonna be okay. Okay? You...I don’t know what’s going on with you right now, but…” She sucked in a deep breath. “But I’m not Brooke. I don’t even know who Brooke is. It’s me, it’s Pidge.”

Keith stopped rocking, his brain screeching to a halt. “N-no, no, I saw you, I know who you are, you’re Brooke, I saw you.”

“No, look.” A green light came from some kind of watch on Brooke’s wrist, cutting through the pitch black. A tightness he hadn’t noticed taking over his chest eased just a little.

But the next words that Brooke spoke were garbled, just like Bill’s and Toby’s had been. It was as if his brain couldn’t process seeing her and hearing her at the same time. Shaking his head, he ducked it between his arms, staring down at the floor.

“I’m sorry. I wish I knew how to help you right now.”

“Keith? You in here? It’s me, Shiro.”

His head jerked up at the muffled, familiar voice. Shiro. He was okay. He would keep them safe. Even though he didn’t know Brooke, Keith knew that Shiro would protect her just like he had always protected him.

“That’s my friend,” he told her, standing, bumping his head on a shelf in his haste. “It’s alright, he’ll help us.”

He wanted to throw the door open and fling himself into Shiro’s arms, but restrained himself to cracking it open carefully. It was a good thing he did, too. The man that was standing out in the hallway, hands on his hips, lips turned upward in that look that said he was already plotting a suitable punishment , was decidedly not Shiro.

Keith slammed the door and fell up against it. “No, no no no…”

“What is it? Keith, what’s wrong? What about Shiro?” Brooke asked.

“It’s not, it’s not Shiro. I thought it was him but it’s not, it’s him, and now he knows where we are, and there’s no way to keep him out -”

“Keith?” That voice came through the door again, the one that sounded just like Shiro but wasn’t, and Keith froze, his lungs heaving for air and heart pounding.

“It’s okay,” Brooke whispered. “I promise. Why don’t you just open the door -”

“No!” he exploded. “Have you lost your mind? How can you have possibly forgotten what they did to us, what they made us do…?”

“Keith, buddy.” That voice made all his muscles seize up again. “I don’t know who you��re seeing when you look at me, but I promise, it’s me, Shiro. Listen to my voice.”

He shook his head against the door. “N-no, no, I’m not falling for your tricks. I saw you. I know who you are.”

“I think...I think that you can’t trust your eyes right now. I’m not sure what’s going on, but you seem to be seeing things that aren’t real. There are no enemies here. Just your friends.”

“Just Lance,” a voice that was decidedly Lance’s said.

“And Hunk.”

“And Allura.” He didn’t know anyone else who had that distinct of an accent.

“And I’m not Brooke. I’m Pidge.”

He glanced down at her, and for a split second, her hair wavered between Brooke’s length and color and Pidge’s.

“It’s true,” the Shiro voice said. “She’s the one that sent me a message, telling me where the two of you were.”

Now he looked at her again, this time in horror. If this was really Pidge and Shiro, then that would make perfect sense. But this was Brooke, and that was him, right? She wouldn’t rat him out to the man they both feared so much...right?

She started speaking again, and he closed his eyes so he could understand. “...want to help you, Keith. No one here is going to hurt you, I swear.”

He was so, so tired. His brain was a whirling mass of confusion and fear, and he just wanted this to all be over, to go back to the normal day in the middle of space with a bunch of friends and sentient robot lions that he had been having. He wanted them to be telling the truth, to be able to blame all of this somehow on his brain and know that his past tormentors weren’t really here, but...he couldn’t. Even though it made no sense for them to be outside an unlocked door just talking to him instead of forcing their way in and doing whatever they wanted, he still couldn’t trust it.

“Ah, Number One, did you locate them?” That was another distinct voice and accent, and Keith desperately wanted it to really be Coran.

“Yeah. Did you find anything?”

“Yes, in fact, I did! It seems that one of the last ingredients on Number Two’s list for dinner tonight was a certain powder made from the Pera root, which is native to the planet of Troletsi, and has a distinct, tangy flavor -”

“Coran. I need you to skip to the point.”

“Ah, yes. Sorry. The point is that the Pera root is toxic to Galra. Among the many possible symptoms is visual hallucinations.”

Hallucinations?

“Oh, man.” That was Hunk...or someone who sounded like him. “I’m so sorry, Keith, I had no idea -”

“Hunk, let’s save it for later, okay?” Silence fell for a moment, then the Shiro voice spoke up again, quietly. “Keith? Did you hear all that?”

“Yeah,” he said back, just as quietly, then thought better of it. “Y-yes, sir.” Just in case it was him. No need to make him even more mad than he’d already be.

“So it’s like I said, you can’t trust your eyes right now. You’re gonna have to trust me, trust my voice, trust that there’s no way we would let anybody in here who was gonna hurt you.”

He leaned his forehead against the door, swallowed. “I...I don’t know if I can.”

“Hey Coran?” Brooke...no, Pidge? spoke up. “What’s the cure?”

“I’m afraid all we can do is wait for the effects to wear off, Number Five.”

Out of the corner of his eye he could see her nod. “Keith? If you want, I’ll sit in here with you until you feel better. I know you’re not super happy about being in this closet, but…”

“We’ll leave, if it makes you feel safer,” Shiro said. “You can stay with Pidge, and either come find us or just go back to your room when you’re ready.”

Footsteps retreated down the hallway, and he felt he could breathe a little easier for the first time in several minutes. Brooke-Pidge patted the floor next to her, away from the door, with a small smile, and he stepped over and settled down with no complaint.

“You can still call me Brooke, if you want to. I don’t mind. And you can talk about whatever you want, or...not talk at all. Either way is okay with me. Just as long as you know that you can talk to me, or any of us, whenever you need to.”

Keith didn’t say anything in reply, but she scooted in a little closer to him, resting her cheek against his arm. Together they sat in silence, the green glow of her gauntlet like a nightlight between them.

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For the fandom ask meme thing can I request the whole damn alphabet or is that not very cash money of me? I’m nosy lmao I wanna know all of them!

AHDKAJSDKJAHSKDA JACK YOU’RE THE BEST

A - Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)

I’ve had my current OTP for like almost 8 years and it’s, obviously, Thoschei (Doctor/Master). My other current obsession is the Gallifrey OT4 hehehe

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

It’s funny because I didn’t ship Hannigram at first... I’d thought the idea of a cannibal having a relationship was terrifying because what if they had sex and Hannibal got hungry in the middle of the act? Lmaoooo

But yeah they’re my endgame now. I watched the show when it first aired and I was about 14/15 years old so now you see why I thought that. Although I’m still afraid I’m gonna be reading a fic and Hannibal will suddendly bite Will’s dick off or smth AKJHSAKJSAHSASKAJ

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice)

Uhhh Doctor/Clara. Mainly because I don’t like to ship the Doctor with companions (there may be one or two exceptions but I don’t ship them enough to actually say I ship them lol) and I don’t know I just never vibed with it

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice)

Doctor/River. I mean, I did like it for a while years ago but now it’s just... eh. I think she has a waaay better chemistry with the 12th Doctor, but still don’t ship it. I might give it a try once I listen to the River audios but so far meh. I’m not much of a multishipper anyway.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what

God. I’ve written a couple of Academy Era (focused on the Deca) crack fanfics and I still have to translate them to English. They’re pure garbage but I love them. I have a lot of fun writing crack fics because they’re easier and I can ignore whatever piece of canon I want just for the laughs

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom

Guess it’s Doctor Who, been here (in and out of the fandom) for over 8/9 years

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

Uhhhh I think it was Han Solo and Leia, since I was a kid really. I wanted to marry both of them lol

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., tv shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)

I had to google what a source text is and still don’t know

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

I don’t think so, but Twitter definitively has. I remember a couple years ago I was curious to see what voltron was about and watched a few episodes, it was ok, fun and cute but the fandom was so annoying I stopped watching it for good and don’t care about it enough to pick it up again

J - Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr

I had definitively forgotten about supernatural until I saw it all over my dashboard in the year of our lord 2020 lmao like in my wholock days I tried to watch the show because everyone on my dash (is it still called dashboard?) was talking about it and I watched about 8 episodes before dropping it. But seeing it again on the dash was actually a happy surprise because the memes are too funny hahaha

K -Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms

I’m extremely shy irl and on the internet as well but I wanna say that @janeturenne is one of the best authors ever and her fanfics are a blessing in my life; also @thebraxiatelcollection who brings awesome content to my dash and is also one of the best authors. And of course, you, Jack, also one of the best authors god I’m so BLESSED

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

Uhhh I guess I’m neutral about the current companions. They’re not my favorites but I don’t really dislike them - they had a lot of potential and chibs came up with some good storylines but did not develop them well in my opinion. I think Graham is a fun grandpa whom I’m going to miss when he leaves; Ryan is cool and could’ve done a lot more if the writers had kept a few things, it’d be awesome if he vlogged all of their adventures. He’s like the one I was curious to see more but sadly didn’t feel a connection; and Yaz, I hope she’ll keep growing and that her friendship with the Doctor will finally be developed to a level we can connect to her.

It sounds weird because with the fam it’s always ‘what I wish could have been’ because I never felt really connected to them :(

M - Say something genuinely nice about a ship that you don’t ship (or its shippers, or anything related to you)

Ok... I don’t really ship Rey/Finn but I think it’s one of the sweetest ships ever, and if they ended up together I’d be happy. They love each other and are there for each other always so, yeah :D

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

I don’t know if I got the question right but it’s three things I wish I saw more in my main fandom? Well, if it’s that, then, 3 things about the Doctor Who fandom: 1) people having more civilized or light-hearted discussions about things. Like, I genuinely disliked an 8th doctor audio I listened once that my friends loved, and they made fun of me and we joked about it. Also once we were in a live twitch video playing among us and discussing doctor who, and then we got into a ship “discourse” as a joke and nobody really cared and just laughed because everyone knew it’s fictional shit so why get mad over it? 2) Doctor Who has a titanic amount of content, it’s all canon but at the same time it’s not, so who cares? If you want to listen to Big Finish audios and if you can afford it, then lisiten; if you can’t, it’s okay, no one has the right to tell you you’re less of a fan. Just tell them to fuck off; 3) The best way to keep fandom alive is by creating content. Here in my local fandom we have several podcasts dedicated to all areas of the whoniverse (the show, the expanded universe, the audios, etc), those old fandom websites who do serious work to bring news to the fans, people who make subtitles for the classic series (we don’t have it available here so they do their best to make it accessible to other fans), accounts dedicated to promoting dr who fans who create content, and we even have people making their own audiodramas with dw characters and writing book-lenght fanfiction to help explain the show to people who’ve never watched it, and a great variety of things. I’ve seen a few of these things in the international fandom, mostly by older fans, so I wish younger fans about my age who have the means to make this kind of stuff would make it too. Maybe there’d be less twitter drama out there lol

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of

“the killing moon” by echo & the bunnymen reminds me of thoschei. yep it was totally random

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

The fact that we don’t have a pride and prejudice AU for brax/romana yet is driving me insane

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why

I’ve mentioned it before but doctor/river, don’t really remember why idk I just don’t vibe with it anymore. But also because thoschei has so many different pairings in 1 ship that I don’t really feel the need to ship them with anyone else lol

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

GOD I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT BECAUSE IT’S SO SPECIFIC ok fellow academy era stans gather around if you have read Divided Loyalties there’s a scene where it SHOWS that Magnus had a crush on Ushas. And NO ONE HAS EVER TALKED ABOUT THEM and the power couple they would’ve made. I write them into all my fanfics in hopes of making other people ship them but I’ve had no success so far

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

The Master is a big fan of musicals and in the 77 years he spent on earth he watched every single one ever. I’m gonna be bold and say that when he was young, still Koschei, he was an artist, and thought about dropping everything to become an actor on Gallifrey. Time Lords do appreciate art, and have their own plays, but it’s just the same old and boring ones the young people don’t care about. The Master then created a shocking performance that was way ahead of its time and the older Time Lords were so appalled they banned him from writing and presenting plays and that’s his villain origin story

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

1) The Doctor and the Master married on Gallifrey and the entire show is just them having the most litigious divorce in the universe (still isn’t final because the Master has killed all the judges); 2) Ushas/The Rani is ace; 3) The Deca was a 10 people polyamorous relationship; 4) Romana and Livia were girlfriends at the Academy and they hate each other now because the break up was baad; 5) Romana writes fanfiction; 6) Romana/Leela had a thing in Davidia I KNOW it; 7) Leela pegs Narvin; 8) Brax has a life-size painting of Romana at his collection or a statue or smth; 9) Brax’s dream in Reborn is actually REAL and he’s married to Romana, Leela and Narvin all at the same time

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

I don’t even think I’m in 5 fandoms but

Doctor Who: The Master, The Doctor, Romana, Leela, Sarah Jane, Bill (this was the hardest thing ever)

The X-Files: Mulder, Scully, Monica, and can I add The Lone Gunmen too?

Star Wars: Leia, Obi-Wan, Finn, Poe Dameron and honorable mention to Din Djarin and Grogu

Hannibal: Hannibal, Will, Bev, Alana, Chiyoh

V - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

That’s hard

Doctor Who: thoschei ofc, gallifrey ot4.......... uuhh as you can see i don’t ship many pairings in the show

The X-Files: Mulder and Scully. And whatever Scully and Monica had going on because they definitively flirted

Star Wars: Poe/Finn, Han/Leia, whatever Han/Lando had going on too

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

WHATVASHAJSKAJSA ok this is a little embarassing but I don’t have a lot of kinks for many ships... I guess I have some for thoschei like, choking, whipping, blindfolds/gagging, bondage, begging, biting, sem-public, phone sex, dirty talk, body worship, praise kink, etc. Alright alright I know it’s a lot but in my defense they've shown half of these on the show

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

The Master, Romana, Leela, Brax, Narvin, Bill Potts, Martha Jones, Sarah Jane, Donna Noble, Lucie Miller. No particular order for most of them but the Master is my precious baby and I will die for this mf

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

Not many, usually the people I follow are in the same fandoms as I am but I’ve seen some mutuals reblog some Hadestown stuff which is a play that I’ve never seen but definitively would because the protagonists look hot

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)

I DON’T KNOW WHAT DOES IT MEAN

it took me three hours to do this but it was fun!! thank you bb <3

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Kings Over Aces - Chapter 2

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Word Count: 3,114 (Total Word Count: 6,290) Read on AO3

Story Summary:

The Voltron Coalition has an alliance in the works with the resource-rich planet of Yuipra, and it’s the paladins’ job to keep on the king’s good side while the deal is made. That shouldn’t shouldn’t be too great a challenge; after all, they’ve courted plenty of planets before for the sake of alliances.

Unfortunately, things are made much more complicated when the king takes a special interest in Keith.

Fic content warnings for attempted rape/non-con.

“I’m telling you, he wants me,” Lance said, for what was probably the dozenth time since breakfast.

Pidge rolled her eyes, stretching her leg out along the couch to kick Lance where he was seated on the opposite cushion without moving from where she’d comfortably settled with her tablet. The paladins were spending their downtime after training this morning in the lounge, all having claimed their usual spots to relax, but Lance harping on about last night’s dinner was making it even more difficult than usual - which was saying something, as the weirdly translated Altean books Keith tried to pass time with were hard enough to focus on anyway. “He does not ‘want’ you,” she said. “You think every person we ever meet at these coalition things ‘wants’ you, and how many times has that been the case?”

“Plenty of times,” Lance answered. “I’m not gonna be able to keep track exactly.”

“It’s sort of a numbers game by this point, isn’t it?” Hunk asked, tilting his head back from where he was seated cross-legged on the floor in front of the other two to join the conversation. “You flirt with basically every single person you find attractive - ”

“ - And your standards for that aren’t exactly sky-high,” said Pidge, “So you’ve probably hit on like five hundred people since we got shot out into space. Which would make your success rate - ”

“All right, I see where this math is going,” Lance groaned. “For your information, I do not flirt with nearly that many people.”

“Good point,” Pidge said. “Just winking and making finger guns probably doesn’t count. Or at least only counts as, like, half a flirt.”

“It’s not - you know what, whatever. We’re not talking about my overall track record, just last night. And that king was totally into me. Basically talked just to me the entire night. You saw, right, Keith?” He turned to Keith, who silently cursed his inability to turn invisible. “Back me up here.”

“Um,” Keith said. “Well, you certainly talked to him a lot.”

“I was replying to him, that’s how conversations work. But he was totally flirting with me, right?”

“Uh…”

Lance huffed and crossed his arms. “Okay, that doesn’t count for anything. Keith probably wouldn’t recognize flirting if his life depended on it.” Keith let out a little harrumph of indignation. Sure, that was true, but there was no need to just announce it like that.

“Nah, I’m gonna go ahead and take his testimony as gospel,” Pidge said. “Sorry, Lance. You bombed.”

“Need me to get Kaltenecker to make you some ice cream?” Hunk asked, reaching up to pat Lance on the leg.

“I’m like two seconds away from slapping all of you.”

“The bitter sting of rejection is such an ugly look on you,” Pidge said drily. A small beep sounded from her tablet, and a moment later, she sat up. “Allura just messaged. They’re getting an incoming signal from Yuipra, we’re probably gonna solidify alliance terms. Gotta go join ‘em in the bridge.”

Lance groaned. “Why do we all have to go? Shiro and Allura are in charge of all of that.”

“I dunno, to make a good impression?” Pidge stretched as she stood from the couch. “Besides, you should be excited. Get another chance to talk to the love of your life.”

“At no point did I ever say anything about him being the ‘love of my life’,” Lance said as he and Hunk reluctantly stood too. “All I said was that he wants me. Which I still maintain is one hundred percent true.”

“If you say so. You coming, Keith?”

“Yeah, I’m coming,” Keith said. He shut off his electric reader and dropped it onto the seat to come back to later before joining the others, shuffling in behind them for the short walk to the bridge.

When they arrived, joining Allura and Shiro on the deck, the holoscreen was already on and tuned to an image of King Olren, the arms of two of his ever-present guards just on the edges of the frame. The discussion was already in motion, but Olren paused mid-sentence as the door to the bridge slid open.

“Ah, the rest of your paladins have arrived, I see,” he said, smiling down at them as they took their places on the bridge. “It is a delight to see you all again.”

“You too, your majesty,” Hunk said.

Allura smiled as she looked back over her shoulder at the others. “King Olren was just telling us that he was quite impressed by our performance yesterday, as well as our engagement with his people at the banquet.”

“Quite so,” Olren said with a nod. “Your presence went over very well amongst my nobility. And, of course, I was just as enamored by Voltron as anyone in my court. Your knowledge and passion are obvious. Now, I’ve spent the morning reviewing the terms of our potential alliance with my advisors. Yuipra’s stance on interplanetary relations is perfectly in line with your current mission statement of resistance against the Galra empire and liberation of those under its control. However, I must confess slight apprehension over how the citizenry would respond to engaging in a conflict in which we are currently not directly involved. As your proposed terms are outlined right now, the use of our resources versus the coalition benefits that you would grant us in return seem rather unbalanced.”

“That’s only in the short term,” Shiro spoke up. “We may currently be thin on benefits, but that’s entirely due to past Galra occupation that we are working to wipe out. Already we’re seeing the signs of environmental improvements and economic growth from planets that have been liberated and are being helped by the Coalition now. The trade agreements and political relations we build now will yield positive growth over time, and in the long run it’ll more than offset the costs of your involvement.”

“And you have evidence to back your claims of long-term benefits?”

“I would be more than happy to send you any details about the Coalition’s fiscal plans and projections of resource growth that you need,” said Allura. “You will find that we have been nothing but meticulous.”

Olren nodded. “That would do nicely, Princess, if you would be so kind. I must admit, your confidence alone is quite the sales pitch.” Allura lifted her chin, a proud smile on her lips, and Olren grinned back. “The rapid creation and propagation of the Voltron coalition makes ever more sense. It’s certainly likely that Yuipra will have its part in it as you make history.”

“We thank you, your majesty,” Allura said.

“I am still not, however, quite ready yet to solidify an alliance with your coalition,” Olren continued, and Allura deflated. “Not due to problems with any stipulations we’ve laid out as yet, but because I like to know those with whom I ally on a more… personal level, you see. It is one thing to be able to ally with someone politically, but such bonds are far more meaningful, not to mention harder to break, when they are personalized to a nigh emotional level. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Allura paused a moment before answering, “Well - well, yes, of course. I completely understand where you are coming from.”

“Excellent. Now, I’ve gotten a bit of a chance to gain some familiarity during our banquet, but if Voltron would be so willing to indulge me, I really prefer to do so more privately. One-on-one, actually.”

“All right,” Allura said slowly. “So, erm, what, exactly, are you proposing?”

“Suppose I’ll get right down to it,” Olren said through a little breath of a laugh. “I wish to host an intimate dinner in my private dining room tomorrow evening. And I would like your red paladin to accompany me as my date.”

Lance cast the others a grin - a smirk that seemed to say, I told you so - before he stepped forward and bowed grandly. “Your majesty,” he said as he straightened up, “It would be an honor to - ”

“No, no, not him,” Olren said, waving a hand dismissively. “The red paladin.”

“I am the red - ” Lance started, before his face fell and his eyes widened. “Wait, do you mean - are you - are you talking about Keith?!” he spluttered, gesturing with his thumb toward Keith, who stood in stunned silence as all the eyes in the room spun toward him.

“Yes. Keith,” Olren said with a smile. “I do hope you will accept my invitation?”

“Uh - I - I - ” Keith stammered out.

“Is, ah, is that really necessary?” Shiro asked. “Voltron functions as a unit, you see, and there’s no need to have only one of us to dinner rather than the whole group.”

“If you function as a unit, then your red paladin’s character should reflect that of all of you,” Olren said. “You need not worry, really, over the effect on our potential alliance. I must admit, I’ve found myself quite taken with his disposition already. But you do understand why I may want to take the time to personally assure myself that we will be a good match, yes?”

“Understandable, yes,” Allura said. “I’m sure that we can arrange - ” She paused as she glanced back over her shoulder at Keith, whose knees were growing shaky and who had long since felt his face heating into a bright red.

Allura furrowed her brow and turned back toward Olren. “Could you please grant us a few doboshes to discuss our availability?” she asked. “We will be happy to resume this conversation shortly.”

“Of course,” Olren said. “I look forward to a call. And I must admit, I do expect to like what I hear. I’m not in the habit of taking ‘no’ for an answer.” He cast them all one last smile before his holoscreen went dark and then disappeared.

Allura let out a breath before turning around toward Keith. “Keith,” she said. “Are you ill?”

Keith blinked at her. “Am I… what?”

“You look ill.”

Slowly he shook his head. “No, I’m - I’m not sick.”

“Because if you have any sort of bug that the king might catch, that would certainly not reflect well, nor be ideal for you and your state of mind during a dinner. Or if something in their meal disagreed with you - ”

“It’s just, um - this is - he said.” Keith took a deep breath. “He said - he said he wanted me to be his date.”

“Yes?” Allura said. “And?”

“And, well, I, uh - I don’t - I don’t really have - ” Allura tilted her head, and Keith took a deep breath before finishing, “I don’t date.”

“Oh for the love of - ” Lance groaned. “Of course. Of course Mullet’s never been on a date before. We should’ve known.”

“Is that all?” Allura asked. “Keith, I’m sure it won’t be much of a problem. Everyone gets nervous the first time they go on a date. We could always go through some etiquette with you, some conversation starters. We’ll no doubt have to brief you on a number of courting customs anyway, seeing as nobility is rather more particular in how they go about it, but I’m certain that - ”

“No, look, that’s not it,” Keith interrupted. “It’s - it’s not that I haven’t dated. I mean, I, um, I haven’t, but it isn’t - it’s just that, I don’t date.”

“I’m… not sure I follow,” Allura said.

With a grunt of frustration, Keith brought a hand up to card his fingers through his hair as he searched for the words to explain it in a way she’d understand. “I just - I don’t do that, I - I don’t feel the things that people are supposed to feel when - when they’re on dates, like, the romance and all, they - they don’t - ”

“Hang on,” Pidge interrupted, lifting a hand and peering at him with narrowed eyes through her glasses. “Keith, are you aro?”

Keith felt his voice halt in his throat, and he crossed his arms and took a step back, ducking his head a little as he closed in on himself and avoided looking at his teammates’ faces. It wasn’t that he thought they’d react badly to it, or judge him for it - at least, he sure hoped they wouldn’t. It was just that this was personal, and he much would’ve preferred to come out when he was actually ready to, not just… like this.

But, of course, now that it was out there, it was out there. Not like there was any point in denying it. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Um, aroace, to be specific, but, uh, yeah. Yeah.”

He dared a glance up beneath his lashes. Pidge was nodding slowly in understanding, and Shiro was more or less expressionless - he’d already known, after all. The others all just appeared to be confused.

“I’m sorry, arrow?” Allura said. “Pidge, what is that?”

“Aro. Short for aromantic,” Pidge answered. “Means he doesn’t feel romantic attraction.”

“Wait, for real?” Lance said, his brow wrinkling and his eyes scanning Keith up and down as if looking for some sort of clue on his clothes to verify it.

“Yes, for real,” Keith snapped. “Why the fuck would I lie about something like that?”

Lance lifted his hands innocently. “Shit, man, I wasn’t accusing you of lying. Just, you know, processing the new information. Guess that kinda clears up some of the rumors that were going around the Garrison…”

For a moment Keith was about to demand some follow-up about these rumors, but decided to let it go for now. He’d overheard plenty of gossip about himself as a student on every other subject - whether he cheated on the sims and how he did it, how he got into the Garrison, his juvie history, his relationship to Shiro, his family. A couple rumors about his sexuality were a mere drop in the bucket. It wasn’t important now.

What was important was the matter at hand: the dinner date with King Olren. “Look, the point is, I don’t do the whole ‘dating’ thing. It’s - it’s not my thing. I wouldn’t be able to pull it off.”

Allura crossed her arms, tapping her finger pensively against her elbow. “Well, what if we trained you on it?”

Keith frowned at her. “What?”

“On dating. I’m sure we’d be able to give you sufficient instruction to handle a single dinner date. If we trained you, do you think you’d be able to manage?”

Keith took a step back. “Allura, I told you, I don’t feel - ”

“I know, I understand. I’m not asking you to be attracted to him. I know you can’t control that. But I also know that this could be a very advantageous alliance for Voltron, and a date with you seems to be the deciding factor. Would it be at all possible for you to, er… fake it?”

“Fake it?” Keith repeated incredulously.

“Yeah, yeah, that could work,” Lance said, nodding. “I mean, that’s not exactly hard to pull off, right? I’ve faked my way through dates before. You know, I meet someone online, but when I show up to the restaurant for a date it turns out they’re a total weirdo, so I smile through the dinner and make small talk and just sorta, like, humor them. Let them have a nice evening then get the fuck outta there.”

“What, you can’t just be up front about not liking them?”

“It’s called manners, Mullet.”

“Look, I’m not going to - ”

“They do kind of have a point, Keith,” Shiro interrupted.

Keith turned to him, taken aback. If anyone knew how uncomfortable Keith was over the concept of dating, it would be Shiro. Keith had only even learned about aromanticism and asexuality because Shiro had explained them to him, back in their Galaxy Garrison days, and his surrogate brother had held his hand tightly through the process of coming out for the first time. So him saying that Allura and Lance ‘had a point’ about sending him on a date… it was unexpected, to say the very least. “Shiro?” he said. “You - you think I should…”

“Keith, I’m not saying you need to, uh, take it very far,” Shiro said slowly. “I know you’ve got your boundaries, and I respect them. It’s just, well, it isn’t as though Olren is asking for your hand in marriage or anything. All he’s requested is a dinner date. I realize that it wouldn’t be a comfortable experience, but one awkward evening in exchange for all the resources Yuipra can offer… It would be a shame to have to pass it up.”

“Exactly,” said Allura, giving Shiro a grateful nod. “There’s no need to make it a bigger deal than it is. One dinner date. That’s all.”

“I mean, Olren’s certainly not my type either,” Shiro said with a shrug. “But if it was me he’d asked after, well, I wouldn’t love it, but I’d take one for the team, you know?”

Something rolled in Keith’s stomach and he swallowed down a lump in his throat. That was true. Shiro would do this without hesitation. Hell, even if it had been a woman asking, which would definitely leave Shiro uncomfortable to all get out, he would take the fall. Because that’s what he does - he makes sacrifices for his team. That’s what a leader does. And Keith was the leader now.

One date, he repeated mentally. He could handle just one date, surely. For Voltron’s sake.

“All right,” he said, his voice coming out sounding quieter and dryer than he would have liked. “All right, I’ll, uh, I’ll do it. You can let him know.”

Allura let out a breath of relief and smiled at him. “Thank you, Keith. I’ll get a missive off to him at once, and we can start training.”

“You know what I still don’t understand?” Lance said as Allura turned away toward her podium.

“What?” asked Keith.

“This guy had a dinner with our whole team,” Lance said. “He was sitting at the same table as Shiro and Allura and, well, me… and he goes for Keith. I just don’t get it.”

“Lance,” Shiro said with a frown.

“Look, I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. It’s not like he didn’t have options. He actually chose to thirst after the mullet. Out of everyone there. This was a conscious decision on his part.”

“Everyone has their own tastes.”

“It’s like if he’d gone to an art museum and decided that his favorite exhibit was the bathroom door.”

“That’s enough, Lance,” Shiro scolded.

Lance shook his head. “I dunno, man. Just doesn’t make any sense to me.”

Keith could only shrug in reply. It didn’t make any sense to him either.

#aroace keith #keith #vld keith #voltron fic #vld fic #my writing #fic: kings over aces

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Fanfic Rec

Hey! I wanna rec some fanfics that I've read here! They are of several different fandoms, but I will organize everything, don't worry. All the fics that I will post here arr available on AO3, and all of them are written in English.

Fandoms:

Heroes of Olympus / Percy Jackson;

Harry Potter;

Voltron: Legendary Defender;

Series Unfortunate Events;

Gravity Falls;

Batman;

The Thundermans.

Relationships:

- Heroes of Oympus / Percy Jackson:

Jasico (Nico di Angelo/Jason Grace);

Jercy (Percy Jackson/Jason Grace).

Harry Potter:

Drarry (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter)

- Voltron: Legendary Defender:

Klance (Keith/Lance).

- Series Unfortunate Events:

Duncan Quagmire/Klaus Baudelaire;

Violet Baudelaire/Quigley Quagmire;

Beatrice Baudelaire/Bertrand Baudelaire/Lemony Snicket.

Gravity Falls:

Dipper Pines & Mabel Pines;

Mabel Pines & Stan Pines;

Dipper Pines & Ford Pines;

Dipper Pines & Ford Pines & Mabel Pines & Stan Pines;

Fiddleford H. McGucket & Dipper Pines & Mabel Pines;

Fiddleford H. McGucket & Ford Pines;

Ford Pines & Stan Pines;

Dipper Pines & Stan Pines;

Ford Pines & Mabel Pines.

Batman:

Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne;

Tim Drake & Damian Wayne;

Tim Drake & Jason Todd;

Jason Todd & Damian Wayne;

Bruce Wayne & Jason Todd;

Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne;

Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne;

Stephanie Brown & Damian Wayne;

Damian Wayne & Bruce Wayne;

Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne.

The Thundermans:

Max Thunderman & Phoebe Thunderman;

Dr. Colosso & Max Thunderman;

Allison/Max Thunderman;

Max Thunderman & Hank Thunderman;

Thunderman Family.

PS:You won't find any Top!Lance or Top!Harry

Heroes of Olympus / Percy Jackson

Jasico:

North:

Nico falls into Tartarus. Jason follows shortly thereafter.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13019724/chapters/29776236

Countdown:

When Nico di Angelo was ten years old he met Percy Jackson, but his watch didn’t stop. He was vaguely disappointed.

Soulmate timers AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1119869/chapters/2256441

Even the Strongest Will Break:

Top!Nico/Bottom!Jason (I put this just to warn those who don't like it, but that is NOT the central theme of the story, it only happens once, in the last or penultimate chapter. The central theme of this story is Jason's traumatic situations.)

It had been happening a lot. Ever since they had gotten back from a recent run in with Deimos, the spirit of fear, dread, and terror. He had messed with Jason’s mind, went deep inside of him and pulled out his inner most fears. He had brought Jason Grace to knees in fear and probably would have broken him, if Annabeth hadn’t slammed an old greek vase down on the spirit’s head. He was grateful for Annabeth, but ever since that incident, there was always this feeling of fear at the back of his neck. And, he wet the bed.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12131247/chapters/27517335

Communication: Alternative Universe - No Powers

Mute!Jason Grace

Nico works in a coffee shop and Jason is having trouble making himself understood.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2142762

Let Us Go Then, You and I: (Alternative Universe - College/University)

Jason notices a strange boy in the library.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1501262/chapters/3171011

To find where I belong:

“It’s Nico,” Thalia said. Jason almost thought he’d heard wrong. Nobody had seen Nico di Angelo since the war ended, and Jason still regretted that he hadn’t been able to stop him from leaving. Nico had told him about his plans to disappear, but Jason hadn't thought he'd really do it. Now he knew better.

“You found him?” Jason breathed.

“It’s a long story,” Thalia said. “But he’s been badly wounded. Think you could come pick him up?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1162705

The Emotion and the Response:

After the war ends, Nico disappears, and Jason isn't going to sit idly by while his friend hides away among the dead. He'll get him to come back, even if it means going down into the Underworld and dragging Nico out of there himself.

Part 1 of Not with a bang

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1086949/chapters/2186767

The Motion and the Act:

Nico and Jason finally tell the others about their relationship.

Part 2 of Not with a bang

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1138673

(it was always you):

Both overlooked, both struggling to fit in where they didn't belong, Nico and Jason became fast friends when Jason was sent to Westover Hall to bring Nico and his sister to camp. Jason was Nico's hero, his best friend, everything he wanted to be.

And then Jason disappeared.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13371255/chapters/30620913

Consort:

Smut, Top!Nico/Bottom!Jason

"You knelt for me earlier, Jason Grace. Am I wrong to think you might do it again?"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22643527

Exposition:

"He can think of dozens of ways for them to begin, that's all."

Jason, and how Nico could be the one for him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22964572

Our Dictionary:

epitome,n.

I can’t think of one word that can fully mean what we have. It’s far from perfect, but it’s too good to be imperfect. It’s not always happy, but it’s not always sad either. We are together, but not quite as one. We do have each other, but we’re still separate beings just keeping each other company.

I suppose I have to concede that whatever this is, has to be love. Platonic, romantic, ours. The precious resin seeping through our cracks, holding us together, keeping us bound.

(A non-chronological series of flash fiction.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22014838/chapters/52535770

First Step After the Fall:

As a general rule, Jason tried not to expect anything from Nico. He didn’t expect Nico to reply to every one of his postcards, or for Nico to want to be his friend. He certainly never expected to arrive at his dorm room late one afternoon after tennis practice to find Nico passed out in his bed.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21028073

Survivor's Guilt:

Nico has unbearable nightmares. The panic attacks come in waves, his sense on his self slipping like water through fingers. When Chiron insists that the seven of the prophecy live in an apartment complex, Jason insists that Nico live with him, since he's the only one who can see how Nico is ripping apart at his seams. Nico can barely keep the horrors of Tartarus contained, and tells his stories of what happened in Tartarus. Surviving it was hard enough, but reliving it may prove to destroy him once and for all.

Written pre Blood of Olympus.

(This fanfiction is a bit complicated, so I decided to explain:

Jason and Nico are best friends, and they live together in an apartment that is in the same building as the rest of the 7 also live. The beginning of the story is basically Jason helping Nico with nightmares, panic attacks, among other things. But there comes a time when Nico tells Jason what happened in Tartarus, and a horrible creature comes back to haunt them. The thing is, Nico doesn't like Jason romantically, because he still loves Percy, this story revolves around Nico's love for Percy, but it's one-sided, because Percy dates Annabeth, but a creature comes back to attack them discreetly, and mess with it. This story is not really about Jasico, there are only a few things at the end. This story is basically about one-sided love, among other things, especially this creature.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1133440/chapters/2290931

Homecoming:

But he did know what his normal dreams felt like, knew his nightmares even better, and knew his flashbacks like the back of his hand.

By 2019, the crew of the Argo II have drifted apart. An earthquake, a message from a god, and Nico di Angelo bring them back together to face the apocalypse one more time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20545019/chapters/48767933

Jercy:

Jason Grace Doesn't bottom:

“You think the gods are meddling again?”Percy asked.

“Isn’t that what they do best?”He replied.

(Trust me, this fanfiction is one of the best Jercy I've ever read! It's wonderful! Take a look! It includes, to my great delight, unsafe Jason, and past child abuse in Jason.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22340215

Wait for Me: Hadestown/Orpheus & Eurydice AU

(This fanfiction takes place in the original Percy Jackson universe, if you are in doubt.)

Percy Jackson might sometimes be impulsive and reckless, but he knew the gods. He had walked among them, had been asked to join them.

So he knew how to get him back.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22884169

Head.Cars.Bending:

Dom!Percy/Sub!Jason

“Percy. Please. I’m driving.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16422161

When It Rains, It Pours:

Tempest finally delivered Jason's message for Percy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20040409

Stay the night. Please.

Drabble prompt: 'Stay the night. Please.'

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8488180

The Last Summer:

It's been two years since Gaea was defeated, and a new age has arrived for the Greek and Roman worlds.

Jason finally has time to relax. He's spent the better part of those two years building an alliance between the two camp, and now his work is done. He isn't quite sure what's next, but he has plenty of time to worry about it. Summer is here, and what better way to celebrate his efforts than a stay at Camp Half Blood?

Percy is drowning. Unable to see a future for himself in the new age, he returns to Camp Half Blood feeling stuck in the past. Jason catches him at the exact wrong moment, and won't let Percy go without having a talk. What starts out as a simple conversation soon escalates into the friendship that both of them desperately need in this time of uncertainty.

The gods have gone silent, the monsters have disappeared. When a new force reveals itself and threatens the lives of everyone they hold dear, Percy and Jason must find it within themselves to help save the world one last time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22828987/chapters/54559852

Harry Potter

Drarry:

Facts, Convenience, and Falling in Love: (No smut)

Alpha!Draco Malfoy/Omega!Harry Potter

While most of the wizarding world is under the impression that Harry Potter is an alpha, he knows it's only a matter of time before he gets outed as an omega. As insurance against the backlash he'll no doubt face when his secondary gender is discovered by the general public, Harry ends up attending an event designed to help people find mates. Who he ends up matching with might be a bit of a surprise though.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23189614

An Unplanned Gift: (No smut)

Mpreg, Top!Draco Malfoy/Bottom!Harry Potter

"We’ve used spells every time, haven’t we? Except… when we were drunk last pub night,” Draco replies, eyes widening. “Oh, Harry, I’m sorry, I know this was all supposed to be in good fun.”

Harry shakes his head. “It’s fine. Er, what do you think?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20574134

Good to Me (And I'd Be So Good to You):

Tall Draco Malfoy

Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry's groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that's okay: Harry's got a plan.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1385362

Such a Softer Sin: Alternative Universe - Soulmates, Alternative Universe - Canon Divergence

Angst with a Happy Ending

After Draco meets Harry Potter, he's left with two tattoos, one on each wrist. One for a soul mate, one for his enemy. He's never known any one else who has the same name on both wrists.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6058141

Completely Screwed (In the Clean Way): Alternative Universe - Soulmates

On the night of his 17th birthday, Harry Potter receives two names, one on each wrist. One name is his worst enemy's, the other is his soulmate's. The difficult part of this is usually figuring out which is which, but when Harry's names are the same, Harry has no idea what to do. Oh, and there's the whole Voldemort thing.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9902510

Third Time's The Charm: Alternative Universe - Canon Divergence

Slytherin Harry Potter, Abusive Dursley Family

Dolores Umbridge wasn't the only decision the Ministry made in an attempt to control the narrative after Harry Potter claimed that Voldemort came back from the dead at the end of the school year in 1994. Deciding it was too dangerous to leave Harry in Gryffindor, the House of the Brave, the Ministry decides to pass legislature mandating that students face the Sorting Hat again at the start of their 4th year. Officially, it's under the reasoning that as students grow and develop, they may find themselves better suited to another House and the Ministry is really big on Students Continuing To Develop Healthily And Normally. Unofficially, it's an attempt to remove Harry from any friends who might have believed him about Voldemort. And so, in Harry's 5th year, he's resorted as a Slytherin- the House full of children of Death Eaters just as Wizarding Britain is on the brink of another war.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21109571/chapters/50230406

Lost:

Abused Harry Potter, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Slytherin AU

Harry Potter was perfect, right? He was the Golden Boy, the boy who lived, the Chosen One, his life had to be perfect. Well, that’s what everyone at Hogwarts thought, anyway.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20661836/chapters/49067783

Love is Deaf: Post - Canon

Fluff, Deaf Harry Potter

A fic wherein Harry comes back for eighth year deaf. The only people who still talk to him are Hermione and Ron cause everyone else finds it so awkward. Draco watches from afar as Harry writes down all he wants to say, gestures wildly and eventually starts giving up on communicating altogether.

One day as they pass each other in the hallway Draco suddenly grabs Harry’s hand, places something in it and then scurries off. Harry looks down and opens a piece of paper that reads ‘meet me in the kitchens for breakfast tomorrow’. Harry has no idea his world is about to change forever.

So basically one of the many things Draco had to learn as a child was sign language and he decides to do something crazy and teach Harry.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13243431/chapters/30293283

What if I had?

Hogwarts Eighth Year, Smut Later (But I don`t know if is Bottom! Harry or not)

Draco knew Azkaban was not an option, not for his crimes.

No, Draco knew that when he came out with the dark mark-his choice or not-he knew he had his fate decided.

What happens when Draco gets help from someone unexpected, unexpected and unwanted, but welcome.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20670938/chapters/49091162

Mood Ring:

Mpreg, Top!Draco Malfoy/Bottom!Harry Potter

“We should probably see a healer.” Draco announced, rubbing Harry’s back. He had been feeling sick the last few weeks. Constant nausea and loss of appetite.

“We don’t need to see a healer.” Harry groaned, “It’s probably a cold or something.”

“Harry. You said it was like you were pregnant again.” Draco argued, “We need to take you to a healer.”

“It’s not possible. You know it’s not possible.” Harry stated stubbornly, “I haven’t been taking any fertility potions or anything. I can’t magically get pregnant without the help of magic.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7895914

A Mother's Son:

Smut, Top!Draco Malfoy/Bottom!Harry Potter Rape / Non - Con

All Harry wanted to do was return Draco's wand. Unfortunately no one thought to warn him that he was a Veela, even though everyone knew about Lily.

(The warning of Rape/Non-con is more specifically because it can be dub con, but there is no actual "force")

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1438927

Don't Fight (What You Can't Deny):

Harry's life changes when he comes across a book that no one else can seem to read. Except for Malfoy, of course.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3603681/chapters/7950867

(Love) Is All You Need:

Draco Malfoy has a chance to start over after being invited back for Eighth year. Althiugh he had doubts of re joining something he helped to destroy, he finds himself wanting to go back.

As much as he doesn't want to be involved in any drama and carry on by himself, it's not something that will go as smoothly.

Especially considering that he is a Veela and his true mate is none other than Harry Potter himself.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22080460/chapters/52695160

Starting Over (Temporary Title):

Past Abuse, Creature fanfic

The war is finally over and things have changed. Or at least, people think things have changed. Harry Potter, however, sees the Wizarding World as the same but with one less murderous wizard to worry about.

During Lucius Malfoy's trial, Harry must make a decision that will change his and the Malfoy's lives. A decision that may lead to uncovered mysteries from Harry's past loved ones.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7091590/chapters/16117288

At the Crossroads There We’ll Meet:

Time Travel

Potter keeps dying; Draco keeps saving him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2039154

Beholden To:

Rape / Non - Con

It's only months after the war and Draco can't handle it any longer. Stupid Potter, and his stupid attitude and his stupid having to die almost killed him. That's what happens when you're a Veela mated to the reckless golden boy.

Just a Matter of Time:

Top!Draco Malfoy/Bottom! Harry Potter

Draco's in a bit of a rut. He's nearing forty, divorced, and he still can't figure out how to make his Time Turner reconstruction work. He's bored, he can admit it, so he's not nearly as concerned as he should be when his pet project malfunctions and sends him twenty years into the past. That is, until he ends up relying on a nineteen-year-old Harry Potter for help and starts developing some very inconvenient—and possibly reciprocated—feelings.

(I have to confess that this is not my favorite Drarry fanifction. It's about time travel, and Draco is forty, and he goes back to the past. Harry is nineteen years old in the past. I don't like older people staying with younger people, even for a short period of time, as it is in this fanifction, so I put it here just in case someone likes it, because the story itself is good, Draco is just too old for Harry.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20680190

How to get what you want (even if you don't know what it is):

Smut, Top!Draco Malfoy/Bottom!Harry Potter, Mpreg

"Let me get this clear, shall we? You want me to bugger you in the arse, so you can get pregnant with my superior semen?"

Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his face with both hands. "I knew this was a stupid idea. The most stupid of all stupid ideas."

But Harry wanted a different life, a family, a child, and when his Healer told him it was possible for him to carry a child himself, being a wizard, the thought kind of stuck. Even if he wasn't compleatly truthful about his motives. Not to Malfoy and certainly not to himself.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19950838/chapters/47241751

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Klance:

Together (That's How We Belong): (No smut)

Alpha!Keith/Omega!Lance

Keith’s abrupt return takes Lance completely by surprise, as do the unanticipated, yet very noticeable changes in the alpha’s appearance. Yet while the omega is secretly overjoyed to finally see the alpha again, when Keith is within his reach, Lance’s nerves get the best of him, and an accidental blunder will forever change the course of their lives.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17204288

In This Reality:

“You may be a goofy guy from Earth, but if there’s anyone who can support Allura during this it’s you,” Keith finally says softly, turning from the sunset to look at him. It makes Lance’s heart race and he swallows drily, hoping the blush that creeping on his face isn’t visible under Kosmo’s fur. “The annoying, stupid, Earth version of you.”

While Honerva destroys realities, Lance finds himself going back in time to do things differently and is enlisted in helping an unlikely friend save the universe.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18092651/chapters/42767819

Toward the Future:

Keith wasn’t stupid. He saw the way Lance looked at Allura. With a softness in his eyes, one Keith had only ever seen there once. He saw Allura wish Lance good luck and he saw their twin blushes and maybe Lance had been breaking his heart every few minutes since he came back to the team.

(Rewritten from the S8 with Klance.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17072585/chapters/40145954

Fragmented:

In a world of soulmates, Lance drew the short straw. Forever marked inferior to his soulmate, and the people around him, made worse by the first words that pass Keith's lips...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8153570

Kick in the Teeth:

The time travel one-shot that ended up being more fun than expected.

Roughly: Post-Canon Lance wakes up in the Red Lion just after Naxzela and kicks canon in the teeth about as hard as canon tanked his character development.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20109358/chapters/47636014

The Wrong Altean:

It is Lance’s birthday and the gang decides to surprise Lance at his farm for a surprise birthday visit, however, when they arrive, they find the place strangely quiet and even more disturbing, there are signs of struggle. A Galra blade has been found inside Lance’s house one that doesn’t belong to Keith. It is up to them to find Lance before their worst fears become reality.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22670497/chapters/54185773

Just A Touch:

Keith isn't prepared to find himself clinging to Lance, his annoying classmate at the Garrison who is also maybe his "soulmate." He isn't prepared to get expelled or to live alone in the desert and search for the source of a mysterious energy. He definitely isn't prepared to fly into space on a whim or to pilot a magical robot lion in a millennia-old war for the entire universe.

But all of that does happen, so now he has to deal with it. Keith has to adjust to life in space, to becoming a soldier, and to building close and trusting relationships with his teammates – including Lance.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10862013/chapters/24124074

Buried Treasure:

(This fanfiction takes place in the original universe of the series.)

“Last chancey,” the captain sneered down at them. “Wheree be me treasure?” Lance couldn’t answer and Keith’s swears and denial only made pirate grin. “So be it.” And the first shovelful of dirt to bury them alive fell from above.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22361689

Because Love was Your Reality (But it wasn't Mine):

Lance found love in this reality once—he doesn’t think he’ll ever have it again. He swore to love Allura in this universe and the next, and he’s intent on keeping that promise. On the anniversary of her passing, Allura tells him that it’s okay to move on, to find love again and Lance doesn’t believe her—doesn’t want to believe her. How is he supposed to love someone like he loved her?

Altean marks, space phones, and two hearts that were denied their love once, with time telling them to try again.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16991271/chapters/39941202

Don't Forget Your Vitamins:

Fluff, Smut, Alpha!Keith/Omega!Lance

Lance is an omega. Keith is a beta. This was something Lance had made peace with and determined that there was no way they could ever work. No matter how much he would like it to. Saving the universe and all that didn’t leave a whole lot of time to pursue such a complicated relationship.

However, when Keith finally starts getting the food and nutrition his hybrid body needs he is finally revealed to be an alpha. As he struggles with his new presentation, Lance tries his best to be there for him and support him. But it's difficult when the guy you love is now totally capable of giving you the best sex of your life.

Takes place post-season 3. Keith pilots the black lion and Lance pilots the red lion. Shiro is Shiro not a clone and everything is fine except for the impending war against the Galra.

Part 1 of Don't Forget Your Vitamins

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12245481

I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm:

Fluff, Alpha!Keith/Omega!Lance

Team Voltron and the castle are on an ice cold planet and Lance is suffering. He hates the cold. He was not made for the cold. He's going to freeze to death and no he isn't being too dramatic about it.

Thankfully, his alpha mate is Galra and they come with some useful features for his predicament. Keith is more than happy to help out.

Part 2 of Don't Forget Your Vitamins

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12484528

The Black Paladin:

Black Paladin!Lance

Shiro was gone.

He vanished into thin air after the battle with Zarkon and no one had any idea what to do. The Black Lion was back inside the castle with the shields up so nobody could even get close to her. The Hall of Lions felt cold and empty with the Black Lion just sitting there and looking majestic as ever but now with blackened eyes that might never light up again.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9727025

Magnetic In Our Purple Season Five:

It wasn’t the first time Lance had called Keith to chat and give updates, and sometimes he was even the one picking up to hear about some especially stupid teammate or a warning that he wouldn’t be able to talk for a while because of a covert mission or something. There shouldn’t be a reason for him to hesitate to call his rival, old team leader, and best friend (longtime crush more like it), but there he was with fingers hovering over the familiar face reluctantly. He didn’t want to sound like he was whining or insulting Shiro, it was just…

OR Lance calls Keith after Shiro’s outburst, resulting in the clone's reveal and changing the entire face of Voltron. Between Keith's struggles with the idea of family, Lance's lingering strife from his time with the clone, and their growing feelings for one another, what seemed set in stone must change. For better or for worse.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20122084/chapters/47668594

Lance Has the Flu:

Lance has the flu and Keith takes care of him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21375325

Diplomacy with Tentacle Aliens:

Rape / Non-Con, Top!Keith/Bottom!Lance

Lance and Keith go to engage in diplomacy with a species who, according to the Blade of Marmora, are feared by even the Galra Empire. However, due to the planet's harsh atmosphere, those who enter the planet never leave, so little is known about the species. The Red and Blue Paladins are going in not knowing what to expect, and they're about to find out first hand what happens when you attempt diplomacy with tentacle aliens.

(Fanfiction unfinished.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12191529/chapters/27680001

Lance Has Asthma and Gets a Respiratory Infection:

Fluff, Asthmatic Lance

(This fanfiction takes place in the original universe of the series.)

Lance has asthma and gets a respiratory infection. He wakes up in the middle of the night and needs Keith to help him breathe.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19894864

Series Unfortunate Events

The Awful Abduction:

Kidnapping, Duncan Quagmire/Klaus Baudelaire, Violet Baudelaire/Quigley Quagmire

When the Baudelaire Orphans find the Quagmires at the bottom of Esmé's elevator shaft, they concoct a plan to rescue them. Klaus insists on staying behind however; something doesn't feel right to him.

Little does he know that this one event won't go well.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23310241/chapters/55832605

Cracked China AU (Part One):

Graphic Depictions of Violence, Duncan Quagmire/Klaus Baudelaire, Violet Baudelaire/Quigley Baudelaire, Beatride Baudelaire/Bertrand Baudelaire/Lemony Snicket

The Daily Punctilio claims that the Baudelaire family died in the fire that destroyed their home. They've got it all wrong.

Beatrice, Bertrand, Violet, and Sunny Baudelaire were inside the mansion when it burned down, but they escaped through the secret tunnels below. Now faking their deaths and on the run, they meet up with some allies and visit familiar destinations, looking for the one thing that can free them from both sides of V.F.D.

Klaus Baudelaire was sent to Briny Beach alone on the day of the Baudelaire Fire, his sisters suddenly left behind. Strange to think how that cost them their lives. Sent by Mr. Poe to live with a man named Count Olaf, Klaus meets Duncan and Isadora Quagmire, two triplets who everyone seems to think are his siblings. Chased from guardian to guardian by the sinister Count Olaf, Klaus and the Quagmires just want some peace and quiet. Count Olaf, however, has plans for them... and their money.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21387760/chapters/50949763

Gravity Falls

But We Could Change It:

Time Travel, Dipper Pines & Mabel Pines, Mabel Pines & Stan Pines, Dipper Pines & Ford Pines, Dipper Pines & Ford Pines & Mabel Pines & Stan Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket & Dipper Pines & Mabel Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket & Ford Pines, Ford Pines & Stan Pines, Dipper Pines & Stan Pines, Ford Pines & Mabel Pines

Even though everything turned out mostly okay, there was no denying Weirdmeggedon had sucked. So when Mabel found a Time Tape she suggested they go back in time and... rearrange a few things. After all, nothing bad had happened with time traveling before, right? Besides, it wouldn't be that hard to fix the past. They just had to stop Grunkle Ford from finishing the portal and getting sucked into it.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

Right?

Yeah, like anything in Gravity Falls was ever simple.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21701614/chapters/51763012

Batman

Raisin Delight:

Time Travel, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne

A year after Jason Todd dies, Tim Drake and Bruce Wayne take on the case when they notice strange occurrences in Gotham city. This has disastrous consequences, but so do most things that Tim gets caught up in, so what's new, really.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15644082

Cracked Foundation:

Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne & Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Jason Todd

The last thing Damian expected to happen when he ran away from home was to spend a day crammed into a small space with Jason Todd. His father's second son was a black sheep. An outcast. An angry, insanity driven criminal who enjoyed screwing with the batfamily in every way he could. At least, that's what Damian thought. Maybe he was wrong about Todd.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14234844/chapters/32821734

I am We:

Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Damian Wayne

Damian's hit by a spell that splits him up into four different versions of himself.

Anger, Anxiety, Happiness, and one more that Dick can't quite name.

They're a handful. (He loves them all anyway.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21271943/chapters/50647211

Yesterday's Voices:

Bruce Wayne & His Kids

While trying to take down a drug cartel that deals with memory altering drugs, things go awry, and Batman wakes up with no recollection of the last five years. As a result, his family must now race against time to find the antidote, while also having to deal with a Bruce who still thinks Jason is Robin. A Bruce who doesn't recognise most of them. A Bruce far less jaded and cynical than the one they're used to. A Bruce who still cares.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11035398/chapters/24597084

Secrets:

It was always on the left. He couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. That was the side his skull had been bashed in on. But it never started in his head. It started with tingling in the tips of his fingers and a ringing in his ears that wouldn’t go away. And when the pain inevitably started, just like it always did, he couldn’t help but think that getting his skull bashed in had hurt less.

Ever since he came back to life, Jason has been dealing with chronic migraines.

Part 2 of Chronic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14770473

Can I Still Be Robin?

“Hi, Mr. Grayson?” Damian groaned and rolled over onto his side and cursed the school policy that parents and guardians had to be contacted in the event of a so-called emergency. It wasn’t even that big of a deal.

“Yes, hi. This is Nurse Amy from Gotham Academy calling about Damian?” The phone call wouldn’t do anything but cause Grayson to panic.

“Yes. We need you to come pick him up. He passed out during lunch."

Part 3 of Chronic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14831252

Juxtaposition:

Juxtaposition (n) the state of being close together or side by side.

Or the one where Jason reminds Tim that sometimes Damian takes jokes all too seriously.

+ the one where Tim reminds Jason that he has only himself to blame.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9606995/chapters/21704609

When the Stakes are Higher:

Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne

There's a new serial killer in Gotham, and he's managing to evade even Batman's attempts to catch him. The psychopath's inclinations have Bruce on edge, but Jason's not as worried...until it becomes personal. But when even the world's greatest detective is at a loss, will their efforts be enough to prevent another tragedy in the Wayne family?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7826554/chapters/17865421

Time-Travel is not for Amateurs:

Tim Drake & Damian Wayne

That one time a Damian from an alternate future decided make things better.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/617874/chapters/1114756

The Thundermans

This is Your Heart (Can You Feel It?):

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Max Thunderman & Phoebe Thunderman, Max Thunderman & Hank Thunderman, Thunderman Family

"Dad," Max chokes, clawing at the hand around his neck as the grip tightens and his vision starts to blur. "Dad...please."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17023923/chapters/40024776

He's A Rebel:

Max Thunderman & Phoebe Thunderman, Dr. Colosso & Max Thunderman, Allison/Max Thunderman

An old enemy of Hank gets into the house and renders all the heroes powerless. Max, identifying as a villain, is the only one left standing. The question is, will he finally betray his family for good, or will he fight to protect them?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21945634/chapters/52375057

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I hope you enjoyed these fanfictions that I chose! I have others, but they are common stories, without romantic relationships. I know that Batman's stories had no romantic relationship, but I don't read stories of Bruce having a relationship, and I don't read incest either. Anyway, these other stories, I can post them later, if you really liked this list!

#Heroes of Olympus #Harry Potter #Voltron #Series Unfortunate Events #Gravity Falls #Batman

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Damsel in Distress

Fandom - Voltron: Legendary Defender

Ship - Lance x Shiro

Word Count - 1,633

Lance feels sad that he'll be going through yet another holiday season without a romantic partner, but this changes when his friends intervene with his love life.

This fic is for @worstmissionever on Tumblr for the @voltronsecretsanta2k19 gift exchange! I hope you like it!!

(Read below or on AO3 here!)

It was that time of the year again, when the air got colder and snow began to fall and everybody seemed to get just a bit more cheerful. It was almost perfect. Almost, as Lance would be going through yet another Christmas without a romantic partner to snuggle with by the fire.

Lance sighed as he pulled his navy blue winter coat on. He was heading out to spend time with his friends - Pidge, Keith, Allura, Coran, Hunk, and Shiro. They would all be going to their town’s winter festival together, and Lance knew that would cheer him up and distract him from his lonely thoughts. At least he still had friends to celebrate the holiday season with.

When he arrived at their meeting spot near the entrance, everyone else was already there. “Ah what a surprise, Lance is late.” Keith teased.

“Typical Lance.” Pidge added.

Lance let out a sharp, exaggerated gasp and clutched at the fabric of his coat over his chest dramatically. “I’m wounded, truly wounded.” They all laughed at his usual silly behavior they all knew and loved, some rolling their eyes fondly.

“Alright guys, it’s time to get this fun started!” Hunk announced, turning toward the entrance, the others following behind him.

Before he started to walk with them, Lance felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Shiro smirking down at him. “Don’t worry, I only got here just a minute before you did. You’re not the only one who was late.” Shiro ruffled his hair affectionately before making his way to catch up to the others. Lance couldn’t help but notice the way his heart started to beat just a bit faster, as it always did around Shiro.

The two were utterly, infuriatingly oblivious to it, but they were pining for one another. Everyone else in the group knew it, and had a plan set in motion to get them alone together that night. Lance and Shiro wouldn’t see it coming.

They had a long day of games, food, and rides. At one point, Shiro even won a stuffed lion and gave it to Lance. Although Lance thought it was a bit strange that Shiro picked the blue lion, Lance’s favorite color, rather than the black lion, which was Shiro’s favorite. He thought that maybe Shiro was only playing just to win it for him, but shook that idea away as quickly as it had come. There’s no way he would do that… right?

The group seemed to be running low on energy, now chatting quietly to one another as they walked through the stalls set up by local artists. Lance could tell their lively night of fun and games would soon be coming to a close.

“Hey,” Allura spoke up suddenly, grabbing everyone’s attention, “I heard there’s a hedge maze nearby, we should go through there to end off our night.” she suggested.

“Yes, I hear it’s lovely this time of the year.” Coran added.

Shiro nodded his head in agreement. “That sounds like a good idea, let’s go.”

Allura lead the way, and when they got there everyone stopped outside of the entrance. “After you.” Allura stepped off to the side, the others behind her, and gestured for Shiro and Lance to walk in ahead of the rest of them.

Lance’s brow furrowed and he pulled Hunk roughly to the side, while Allura was talking to Shiro about the supposed history of the maze, which he assumed was at least half made-up. “Dude!” he whispered sharply, “this is so obviously a set-up of some kind, what are you guys planning?”

Hunk looked guilty but tried to hide it, to no avail, Lance knew something was up. “It’s nothing really! We’re all just going to have a nice walk through the maze, that’s it!”

Lance crosses his arms and huffed. “Sure.” he said, unbelieving.

“Just trust me, it’s gonna be fine.” Hunk gave him a reassuring smile and turned back to the rest of the group, dragging Lance with him.

Somehow Lance and Shiro ended up walking together in front of the rest of the group, and he has suspicion that it wasn’t simply mere coincidence. He tried to enjoy the maze for now though, despite his worry. He had never been a fan of the cold, growing up near warm beaches in his childhood. But he had to admit, the dimmed Christmas lights were pretty and the serenity of it all was mesmerizing.

Lance assumed they had been in the maze for about ten minutes, by the time he realized something was off. He stopped in his tracks, looked behind him, and frowned. “Seriously?”

Shiro turned to see what Lance had found, the empty trail behind them where their friends had been mere minutes before. “Where did they go? Do you think they got lost?” Shiro wondered.

“No, actually I think they’re up to something.” Lance mumbled.

“Ah yeah, I knew they were acting kind of suspicious.” Shiro sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know what’s going on with them, but let’s just enjoy the maze for now, okay?”

“Fine.” Lance mumbled, “I’ll enjoy it but I won’t like it.”

Shiro let out a laugh at that, and it warmed Lance’s heart to see and hear such a beautiful thing. He shook his head at his thoughts and continued forward. He was so distracted thinking about this situation, about the others leaving them alone because Hunk knew about Lance’s feelings for Shiro so of course they all set him up, that he hadn’t even realized there was a large root sticking out from the ground on the path in front of him. Lance’s left foot came into contact with it and was bent painfully as he fell forward into the freezing snow. He hissed in pain as he turned onto his back and pulled his leg up to his chest, cradling it. It hurt, and he knew it was at least sprained. He must have looked like such an idiot right now.

“Lance! Are you okay?” Shiro knelt down by his side and pulled The leg of Lance’s pants up to check the injured ankle. “Okay, So I’m guessing this hurts.” he said, cringing at the sight of the already bruising foot.

“Does it really look that bad?” Lance asked, sitting up carefully to get a better look at it. He winced when his leg moved, hissing in pain.

“Here, do you think you can get on my back so I can carry you?” Shiro offered, turning his back to Lance.

Lance rolled his eyes and cursed this awkward situation. “Yeah, hold on.” He struggled to crawl over, but was able to make it without moving his leg too much. “Alright, I’m ready.”

Shiro stood up slowly, careful not to jostle Lance’s body too much, and gripped the undersides of Lance’s legs to keep him steady. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Thanks Shiro.” Shiro turned around and made his way back the way they came. Lance rested his forehead against Shiro’s back, cursing in his mind at the heat rising to his cheeks. He was embarrassed. And, of course, in his typical Lance way of doing things, he started talking to distract himself from the awkwardness of the situation. “So you’re like my hero now, huh.”

Shiro scoffed, but Lance could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, “I wouldn’t say ‘hero’, I’m just carrying you back.”

“Exactly! You’re the only one of our friends who didn’t abandon me in my time of need. Also you’re strong enough to carry me this whole way, you are definitely a hero!”

Shiro laughed. “I guess.”

“You are. Also you’re still helping me even though I was a complete dumbass and got us stuck in this mess in the first place. So I definitely owe you.”

“Lance, you’re not a dumbass just because you tripped.”

“But I should’ve noticed it!”

Shiro was quiet for a moment. “Lance, you said you owe me for this, right?”

“Yes, why?”

“Then pay me back by not talking badly of yourself anymore. You deserve better.”

Lance felt heat rise to his cheeks. And he swore he could see the tips of Shiro’s ears turn a bit pinker, but maybe it was just the cold air causing them to change color.

“Thank you.” Lance mumbled, a tingly feeling in his chest that wouldn’t go away.

“Anything for you, Lance.” The rest of their walk was spent in comfortable silence.

By the time they got back to the entrance, the others were all waiting for them. “Wow. I expected hand-holding, not for Shiro to be carrying you. But congrats to the happy couple I guess.” Pidge mused.

“Uhh… happy couple?” Lance asked.

“Didn’t you two read the note?” Coran asked.

“What?” Shiro asked, confused.

They all stood there in silence for a moment before Hunk explained. “The note we left you at the romantic bench in the middle of the maze, didn’t you see it?”

“We never made it to the center. Lance tripped and sprained his ankle so I carried him back.”

“Uh… what did the note say?” Lance asked.

“That doesn’t matter now!” Allura cut in. “What matters is that Shiro saved your life and it’s time for him to kiss the damsel in distress!”

“What?!” Lance shrieked.

Keith stepped forward then. “Shiro, Lance likes you. Lance, Shiro likes you. I can’t make it any more obvious, just date already.”

“Keith, blunt as always.” Pidge murmured.

Shiro laughed after a moment, “Well this certainly clears a few things up. Now let’s get you a first aid kit, damsel.”

Lance shoved his head in the back of Shiro’s coat to hide his blushing mess of a face and groaned in embarrassment. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

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Fanfic Author Meme

Tagged by @diligent-thunder and @rockmarina =)

Okay, so I’m me, and I talked way too much, so I’m putting this under a cut to save your dashes. You’re welcome 😘

Please do not reblog this post.

Author Name:

Fleetofshippyships + Knowyourincantations + Legendaryroar

Fandoms You Write For:

(in order of decreasing # of fics) Harry Potter, Voltron, Merlin, Yuri on Ice, Star Trek, Star Wars and then a few one-offs that aren’t really worth mentioning.

Where You Post:

AO3 primarily, Tumblr, trying to post more on Pillowfort, I also post on a couple of sites for knowyourincantations

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story:

RestraintNone of my old multi-chapter fics are available to read at this time and I don’t really write multi-chapter fics anymore.

If oneshot/drabble collections or two-shots count, then:

Fleetofshippyships: Vanilla and Sweet Spices (Drarry, Explicit, 2 chapters, 20k)

and this really doesn’t count, but technically it has multiple ‘chapters’ soooooooooo

Legendaryroar: Kinktober 2018 (Multiple ships (Voltron), Explicit (duh), 31 ‘chapters’, 26k)

Favourite Story You Wrote:

I don’t think I ever have a static favourite, I’ve just written too many things, I too quickly move on to the next (and frequently forget some of my own fics exist XD), but recently I re-read In Pursuit of Red Wine (Dreville, Teen, 29k) and really enjoyed that again, and I am really attached to it cos it was my first longish rarepair fic, kind of proving to myself that I can write longer rarepair stuff.

I also recently re-read Unburdened (Merthur (BBC Merlin), Explicit, 2k) and really enjoyed that too, had a total disconnect from having written it since it’s been so long, so I was able to read it without self-judging, and oh boy that was nice.

I’m also quite proud of Healing What’s Left (Parkgrass, Teen, 2k) for some reason, I dunno, maybe the dark political backdrop of the fic, or maybe just cos it’s the first time I’ve written Daphne as the main character and I’m happy with the result and now have some headcanons about her rather than her being an unknown blank character to me.

I also binge read a lot of my Voltron stuff recently and had big feels over that so....I also specifically enjoyed re-reading The Perks of Skincare (Klance (Voltron), Explicit, 3k) again cos I dunno, I like how I wrote Lance XD and also the Sheith fic I linked earlier is a fav for sure. Shiro/Rest is the ultimate OTP.

It really depends how soon after I write something or when I go back to re-read it as to what my fav is at any given time (or people commenting on it and hyping me up for it again).

Story You Were Nervous to Post:

Everything. But most recently I was terrified out of my mind before posting:

Friday Night by the Fire (Harry/Neville, Teen, 583 words) because I have a lot of fears about screwing up trying to write ace characters and somehow not even making that a focal point of the drabble made it even more terrifying, No More Waiting (TianShan (19 Days), Teen, 2k) because it was a new fandom to write in, Harry Potter and the Maudlin Merman series (Drarry, Teen+ Mature, 3k +6k) due to my feelings of inadequacy because it would be better as long fic but I struggle too much with writing these days to write long fics and can only manage short things. I’d rather write this as a long fic, but then I’d never finish it so connected oneshots are the best I can do right now, but I still feel it’s not good enough and have a meltdown whenever I post one. And speaking of which, I’ve been sitting on the next one for months and should probably just fucking post it already.

Actually, most recently: Minding One’s Limits (Cho/Ginny, G rated, 1.5k), because I gave Cho a disability modeled off my fibromyalgia and wrote a scenario similar to something I’d dealt with myself, it was incredibly uncomfortable to write in the first place, and then terrifying to post, even though it’s so short. But in the end I’m proud I finally wrote about it a bit? I dunno, might take me a while to work up the nerve again though XD (also was my first time writing that ship, so there was a lot of nervousness over that too)

Oh, and I was a super ball of anxiety posting Kinktober 2018 (Multiple ships, Explicit, 31 ‘chapters’, 26k) because for almost all of those it was the first time I was writing those kinks (and some were kind of squicks for me but I wanted to see if I could write them anyway cos I’m dumb like that) and in a lot of cases those ships were completely new for me to write too, in addition to trying to write and post 1 a day, so...yeah. Also that was my first time writing tentacle and human/werewolf smut so...yeah. I was an absolute mess that month and not in a fun way. But I’m still really glad I did it, it was fun =D

In summary, I’m always an anxious mess posting anything, but most especially if it’s something I’ve not written before or is personal to me XD

How Do You Choose Your Titles:

Most of the time I’m staring down the empty title field in AO3 cursing like a fucking sailor when I choose titles XD Sometimes it’s a line/theme/feeling from the fic. Sometimes it’s totally random and just comes to me. Sometimes I just grasp the first thing that I can no matter how stupid it sounds cos it’s been three days and I still don’t have a title and I’m over it and ready to post before I lose my nerve.

And tbh, it’s only getting harder to think of titles as my number of fics increases, and I’ve now started thinking of the perfect titles only to realise I already have a published fic by that title so....TITLES CAN DIE A FIERY DEATH

Sometimes, not so much anymore, it would turn out that I would give a wip doc a name just so I’d know what it was, sometimes as a joke with whoever was reading it and cheerleading while I wrote it, and then I would refer to it by that and think of it as that so much that when it came time to actually give the fic a title, it was too late and I could not think past that stupid file name, and that’s how Potter’s Insatiable Cock happened, and how I very nearly called a Merthur fic Arthur’s Wanking Tower (saved that one at the last moment thank god cos the tone of that fic is actually really serious and emotional and wtf was I even thinking with that file name and actually I linked to that fic above XD it ended up being called Unburdened).

Potter’s Insatiable Cock slipped through cos it’s actually relevant to the fic content and I could live with it.

But needless to say, I don’t give my wip docs joke names anymore XD

Do You Outline:

Only if I never want to actually write the idea...once I outline, it’s over. I can’t write to a detailed plan. It stifles me. I’ll always get stuck having to try and think ahead to the plan, and then I lose the flow and nothing works because I’m a pantser/intuitive/instinctive writer not a planner. Sometimes I jot down ideas but in like, the vaguest of ways, usually more focused on emotional development than actual scenes or events or anything because then I won’t be able to write it (and I rarely stick to those vague ideas anyway).

I can really only write when I’m staring down a blank doc with no idea where it’s going and discover it as I go (which is why writing is so fun for me). I can only finish a fic if I don’t think too hard about what’s going to happen next and just let it happen as I write.

This of course means that editing is a fucking bitch when I finish anything, beginnings often get totally re-written, but if I plan, it just doesn't happen at all, so I’ll take the extra editing if it means I manage to write something.

I do have a lot of detailed plotty fic idea outlines...and I mourn them cos I’m never going to write them now, but they’re so goooooooooood XD

Complete:

Online (across all 3 accounts): 381 (incl. my hidden drarry fics as they are technically online just hidden, not incl. individual oneshots/drabbles in collection ‘fics’, of which there are ridiculously many). Offline: 20 (I have the worst habit of just sitting on completed fics and I really need to stop)

In-Progress:

Too many to name, last time I counted it was ~60 but that wasn’t even including my vld wips so...I don’t actually know. I hoard wips and just switch up what I work on all the time depending on mood/interest levels/effort required.

Current main focuses are a 50k+ plotty Drarry (*fingerscrossed* cos this is my first time seriously attempting something long (will probably reach 80k at least) in a very long time and I put it down for a few months and thought that was it but then I picked it up again recently, yay!), and re-writing some hidden fics I can’t put them back up in the quality they’re in, I just can’t guys, they’re awful.

I’ve been thinking a lot about working on the longish 8th year Pansmione fic I started for the wlw big bang before I had to pull out of cos stupid life stuff. I might pick that up again for a bit too, couldn’t be more different from the Drarry one so it’d make a nice focus break =)

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started:

I don’t even plan fics I’m writing, I sure don’t plan ahead to stuff I haven’t even started XD The only think I can think of for this category would be me re-writing my hidden long Drarry fics.

Oh, and there will be a Merthur oneshot coming (hopefully) soon, because @april-thelightfury115 won my custom fic giveaway with a merthur idea. Just waiting for my brain to cooperate so I can start that and not suck XD but I’m so fucking excited to write some Merthur again, you have no idea.

Oh, and lots more Sapphic September drabbles coming too, I’m way behind and only just posted day 11 cos this month is literal hell for me, but I am still planning on finishing the prompt list, no matter how long it takes, but no plan for those, not even which ships, I just sit down with the next prompt and a blank doc and see what happens.

Do You Accept Prompts:

Yes, I love writing to prompts, I’m take them via google form here, but I’m in such a bad space with my health I’ve been really struggling with writing lately, managed to do a bit of editing (fuck knows how), but writing new stuff is so hard, so there’s a long wait while I wait for my fibro fog to ease off to the point I can write new stuff with more regularity (and less stupid errors I have to edit out later).

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write:

Again, I so don’t plan. But I really want to be making more progress on the long plotty drarry wip I’m trying to write. I’m still not sure I’ll have the guts to post it even if I do finish it, given its subject matter (it would make a great careers or consent fest fic tbh), but damn I’m really excited by it. Not sure I can maintain it being plotty and not revert to focusing on the relationship (which is easier for me), but I can only try and see what happens. (trying to write a non-relationship plot without planning is a nightmare but I don’t have a choice if I want to write it at all XD)

I’m also now excited for my longish pansmione wip too actually, just because it’s already longer than my Dreville long-ish fic and it’s exciting and scary to do longer rarepair stuff. I’m way out of my comfort zone with the fic itself, but I dunno, I re-read some recently and fell in love with it all over again, like, flustered lesbian-awakening, disaster for Pansy (but sure she still hates her) Hermione? YES PLEASE! and also, I am guilty of not writing female characters as much as I should because, well, canonically, they don’t have much depth and I’m very meh about them, but in this there’s a huge focus on them because they’re all determined to band together for 8th year and Hermione is making friends with them (Parvati is like, dragging her along all the time XD) where she once dismissed them so it’s scary but exciting =D I’m getting more practice with all the sapphic I do over on knowyourincantations, so I feel more confident working on this wip now =D

I’m also kind of excited about re-writing my old long fics, because they’re all 3 years old now, and my writing tastes (and skill, yikes) have totally changed, so it’s like I’m writing the story again but how I would write it now while maintaining the overall same plot, so it’s really interesting, like discovering the story all over again. Like in one (Making Malfoy Blush) I’ve gone as far as introducing a new side character to replace another’s parts because I no longer feel those parts are in character for them. It’s super terrifying, but it’s fun at the same time =) it’ll take me forever to do these though, so I dunno about ‘upcoming’ really, I only chip away every now and then when I’m unable to write new stuff but am still coherent enough to do something.

Eh, it is what it is, I can’t write like I used to, hence me being inactive more than active these days, but I’m trying to work within my new limitations instead of getting frustrated with them and just giving up entirely =)

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Now, who to tag....I think anyone I would tag has already done it, and if not..I blame the fog if I’m forgetting someone obvious, if you wanna do it just say I tagged you so I can be nosy and take a look =)

Again, please do not reblog this post

#*#tag meme #tag game #about me #hope i don't regret linking to my other ao3 accounts #but i'm at the point if I get more bullshit like before i'll just abandon fandom entirely rather than shift to one of my other accounts #they served that purpose well when I needed it but the reasons for having to do it are not a problem anymore #so i'm tentatively linking to them for anyone who wants to read my other works #and hoping no one is mean about it #and please don't reblog this post in case I have to delete it to cut the link

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some-cookie-crumbz · 5 years

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Another Set of Updates

Okay, gonna try to keep this as brief as possible!

My poll regarding which Kidge-a-Palooza AU I should turn into a story proper is still available: [here]. I’m gonna leave it up for another week or so, so please give it a vote if you haven’t already!

Chapter 4 of Here (In Your Arms) is up and available: [here].

Chapter 2 of Paint me in Trust is up and available: [here].

Chapter 2(6) of Time, Space and Everything Between is up and available: [here].

Since the update for Time, Space and Everything Between is up, I wanted to clarify a few things about where it’ll be going from hence forth. That information (spoiler free) can be found below for those that are interested.

Okay, so, confession time! This fic wasn’t supposed to become what it is now. Originally, I planned for this fic to be about six/ seven chapters and go in a somewhat different direction than it has. There was going to be an entire chapter dedicated just to the Kogane and Holt families bonding. The rescue of Shiro was going to go almost the same as it did in the series canon, with Keith being kept on Earth with his father using his camouflage device and entering the Garrison in hopes of snuffing out who the Blue Paladin was. The only big changes to it that I intended to make was Keith and Pidge knowing each other prior, Keith actually being a Galra, and when they head back to the shack, they’re greeted by Papa Kogane. From there, I was planning to end the fic with them going through the wormhole and implying events played out mostly the same as canon. But, then I decided I didn’t really like that idea either, so then I thought I’d go the route of letting Keith grow up with the Holt’s. Like, Ethan moving out there and Krolia leaving Keith on Earth to have a tradional human childhood.

As you can see, I didn’t end up doing any of that. And you may be wondering why.

Because the last season of Voltron left me that disappointed but I will admit I had issues with the show even before that Spit-in-the-Face ending but we’ll get there and I was raised by parents who said “If you don’t know how you’d improve something, you shouldn’t be the one to complain about it.”

Well, fine then. I’m gonna do just that.

ALSO I WANT TO CLARIFY that I am NOT saying I could have written the show better than the show runners themselves! I’ve never been in the position(s) they were in. I do, however, have the benefit of hindsight, which allows me to look at where the show succeeded and failed respectively, and take steps that I think would offer a more cohesive, enjoyable story-telling experience as a whole. I am taking the things that I, personally, took issue with, as well as some of the bigger things I’ve seen the fandom at large take issue with. At the end of the day, though, most of these decisions will be made from my own personal desires/ whims (since, you know, ship-feels and all that jazz). I will, however, be open to criticism from any and all who read my fics, so please feel free to tell me what you think does or doesn’t work as we go along.

I’m gonna break this down into four main categories down below; Things I’m Adding, Things I’m Cutting, Things I’m Adjusting, and Cut Fic Content. All but one of these is pretty self-explanatory, I think, but I promise to explain that little oddity when we get there. I’ll also touch on what and why I chose to approach certain things the way that I did.

Things I’m Adding

Melenor and Garett

Queen Melenor is kind of an anomaly in the series, don’t you think? It was kind of implied throughout most of the series proper that she died while Allura was still pretty young, which would have made a lot more sense for both Allura’s relationship with Alfor, as well as why Alfor was so distant from Zarkon when Daibazaal began tattering at the seams. But then Season 8 happened and threw all that out the window! All of a sudden, Melenor’s death suddenly carries this great significance for Allura, to the point she has a hallucination about her. Plus, it also kinda throws a wrench into scenes from the earlier seasons. Allura specifically says “Zarkon killed my Father and my Mother!” but… If Melenor was killed by Zarkon, where was she during the fall of Altea? Why wasn’t she with her daughter and husband in the final moments? And it makes even less sense when you look at that first scene where Allura and Coran were introduced. There were eight pods there. You mean to tell me Alfor didn’t think it might be a good idea to save an extra body or two to help guide Allura as she steps into the role she will have to take once he’s gone? Or even to help with maintaining/ rebuilding the Castle of Lions?

So, I’ve decided to add Melenor as a way to give some more characterization to not only she herself as a character, but also Alfor. Plus, I decided to make use of Garett (whose name I spell differently for reasons), Coran’s son from the original series, too. I think it’d be more fun to have an extra set of hands on board to help maintain the Castle of Lions and teach the Paladins, but maybe closer to their age range. So, we’ll see how things go with adding him to the roster. :3

Backstory for the Blades

This was something that we should have gotten a little bit of exposition on, considering how inflated their importance got. Like, the Blade became instrumental to the functionality of both Voltron and the Rebels due to their intelligence gathering. I think it’d have been kind of cool to see where it all started and what events in specific triggered it into becoming.

More Focus on Team Relationships

I didn’t really feel like the big victory against Zarkon was earned at the end of Season 2. I also didn’t think the team really earned any of their bigger victories, such as against Lotor and Honerva. They never felt like a real team that meshed because they just kinda stuck the same pairs/ clicks together. This was my biggest issue throughout most of the show and I really want to explore the dynamics we never really got to see. There are a few standout relationships that definitely needed some retooling, but I’ll mention those farther down.

More Alien Worlds

Sci-fi and Fantasy are my big genres because I. Fudgin. Love seeing the designs for different technology, worlds and races. And while we did get some interesting ones with the series proper - which I’ll be mostly still including - I wish we’d gotten to see more. So, because I have no self-control, I’ll be planning to do that here!

Shiro’s Love Life

Shiro deserved better. I feel like that’s kind of something that most of the fandom can agree on. I don’t say this from a place of hate for Curtis, though, because… Well, what is there to hate? He was a literal background character who did nothing, said maybe two lines of dialogue, and that was it. Considering how much they pushed Shiro being the rep for the LGBT+ crowd, they did literally nothing with his love life. Hell, Adam was only revealed as his fiance because Bex fought tooth and nail for them to say it! If they hadn’t pushed the way they did, it would have all been subtext.

So, Shiro is going to have a romantic side plot in this fic, where we’ll focus on him and the character I’ve picked to be his partner.

Minor Side Romances

Some other little side pairings are gonna get a bit of love, here, too, since Voltron really only did the romance side of things well with, like, two couples. All the main couples are also gonna get plenty of spotlight, but I also think it would be fun to do some smaller side ships every now and then, too.

Things I’m Cutting

Villain Roulette

There was way too much jumping back and forth between who our main villain to focus on was. Bam, it’s Zarkon! No, wait, now it’s Lotor! Just kidding, here comes Zarkon again! Except that it was actually Lotor! Or so you thought; it’s actually Honerva haha great prank amiright? It was exhausting and I think it’d be a lot simpler to just… Stick with one villain who controls the smaller monster-of-the-day bad guys for an extended period of time and, once they’re for reals defeated, then move on to the next. I’ll be taking this approach for the sake of not only having a more focused story, but also my own sanity. I’ve never been good at gambling so trying the same thing as the show would probably turn out even worse for me.

Keith’s Excellent Blade Adventure with His Mommy

This is all unnecessary in this story, so we won’t be doing it at all. Keith’s sorry purple tail is staying with Team Voltron; no buts, no fuss, no coconuts.

Shiro’s Illness and Adam’s Death

Adam’s death is something I could go on about for hours specifically because it seemed unfair and kinda petty. Like, I feel they killed him specifically because they couldn’t kill Shiro, and they wanted to amp up the Tragic Backstory for our prior leader. So, instead, that’s getting the boot, as well as Shiro’s illness, since it’s also unneeded for plot convenience. Plus, it could have been nice to have a character that was willing to call Shiro out on the Atlus. Shiro always got treated like some kind of flawless entity, and I think it’d been nice to have someone call that Nice Guy Schtick out.

Allura and the Entity Plotline

This whole thing made no sense, got no proper development because of how late into the game they introduced it, and ended up being nothing more than a tool for them to kill Allura off. So, that can GTFO of my house post haste.

The Ending as a Whole

Some parts of the ending worked, but most of it just sucked. When the ending is so bad that it makes me feel obligated to stan characters I was ambivalent/ outright disliked? Yeah, gonna need to walk that back a bit.

Most of Seasons 3-6

The pacing in these seasons really was terrible. We derailed working on the team dynamic, building up the Coalition and Rebel forces, and developing the Paladins’ characters to instead focus on all that shit with Lotor. That… Was infuriating. Especially considering it was all basically a waste.

Additionally, we had Keith sidelined and his arc - which was clearly going to be center around him learning how to be a leader - completely pushed aside and then treated as if it did happened when he showed up late with Starbucks at the end of Season 6. That felt really unbelievable to me.

Time Skips

There were way too many time skips, for serious. Especially when those time skips didn’t include any kind of change in development/ character for the team. There’ll be smaller time skips, but nothing as egregious as what we got in seasons 6 and 7.

Things I’m Adjusting

Lion Swap

This’ll still be happening, but the circumstances that trigger it will be different. I may also shift around who gets to take which Lion when we get to that point. I haven’t decided just yet, but I’ll have it figured out before we reach that point. Most of this fic is already planned out and, honestly, the Lion Swap will be finalized once I figure out what I’m doing with a few of the other characters.

Shiro and Keith’s Relationship

This, right here? This was one of my biggest issues with Voltron. Keith was completely codependent on Shiro, while Shiro clearly cared about Keith’s well-being but it always felt like he’d have been just fine if something similar to what happened to him happened to Keith. It’s just… Really gross to me. It doesn’t help that I also find the whole “Dying for Your Lover” Trope – which I’ve seen a lot of people praise The Black Paladins for implying - to be incredibly disgusting and unhealthy. Also Keith’s flagrant hypocrisy never getting called out bothers me a lot since I actually like when a character behaves in a hypocritical manner, since it feels organic, but it has to be called out because hypocrisy can lead to double-standards and create harmful environments and I need to stop for now

So, Keith and Shiro are still going to be close, but they aren’t going to be that close.

Keith and Allura’s Relationship

Oh, look! Another potentially interesting aspect of the show that they kinda dropped the ball on! I really hated Allura’s heel-turn on Keith when it’s revealed that he’s Galra in S2 because a) It’s not like Keith himself knew this and was actively hiding it, and b) It felt out of character for the way Allura had been presented thus far. Her lashing out at Zarkon when she was captured made sense since he directly killed her father, her people and her planet. And I could understand being wary of the Blades – to the extent that she was in the first half – but after Keith’s heritage is revealed, she’s completely cold to him and only seems to decide he’s a good guy when he’s willing to take on a potential suicide mission! They either needed to drag the animosity out and show it effecting Allura’s ability to work with the team as a whole and also show the team sticking up for Keith because the fact that Hunk was the only one that said anything is kinda messed up like where tf was Shiro if he and Keith are oh so close? or they needed to tone Allura’s attitude towards him back a bit more, have her approach him in a manner similar to how she addressed the Blade members; acknowledging he is there and contributing, but not praising or thanking him outright.

And since Keith presents and knows he’s part Galra from the start in this fic? Well, we’ll actually get to play around with that dynamic a little more. And while I’m on the subject of our favorite Altean princess…

Allura’s Character Inconsistencies

Allura’s character jumped around a lot in some of the earlier seasons and I’d be willing to wager that this is because the writers never settled on an age for her. And I don’t mean during the big changes like her becoming a Paladin or Lotor’s betrayal, since it’d make sense she be shaken by situations that drastic. One minute, she’s this composed, confident and well-spoken young leader doing the best she can. The next, she’s a more temperamental sort who has low self-esteem/ confidence in her own abilities to even successfully contribute to a team. Now, I think I kniw what they were trying to do; they were trying to show that the more impulsive side of her is more genuine while the composed side is her trying to be the leader she is expected to be. I get it. They fixed this and improved on it later down the line, but they could have done better by maybe addressing it and using it as a chance to develop her relationship with another member or two of Team Voltron.

Season 2’s Ending

The defeat of Zarkon happened way too soon. Especially since then, because they wanted to play around with Lotor’s intentions, they had to bring him back as a cyborg-zombie fueled by quintessence. Zarkon should have only been defeated once and then we should have been allowed to move on to the next main villain. As such, I’m moving Zarkon’s defeat further down the line and will be modifying some of the consequences there in.

P Much Everything About Lotor’s Acr/ Motives

Lotor… Man, Lotor was confusing and a lot of wasted potential. They painted him as if they wanted him to be a morally grey villain, where he does terrible things for what he considers the betterment of others, but then, once it’s revealed that he was keeping secrets, he just… Goes full ham. He becomes Evil McAwful incarnate and it felt unrealistic. There were about 20 different directions they could have taken Lotor – before and after the reveal – and I just didn’t care for the approach they took. So, I’ll be doing things a little different and seeing how that goes.

What I’m Keeping from Seasons 3-6

Very, very little things are going to be kept from each of the aforementioned seasons and implemented in the fic. I’m not planning to keep too many of the big plot moments because they all bled into the issues I had with the story as it stood on its own. I will, however, take some of the small things from those three seasons and include them here. This also applies to certain elements from the other seasons as well, but we’ll get there when we get there.

Adopting Kosmo

Kosmo will be in this fic, come Hell or high water. He is the Best Boi and deserves to be here.

Cut Fic Content

Okay, so here’s the weird one in this line up! As the title implies, there’s some content that I have cut from the fic, even this early on. I actually have some of the Kogane-Holt bonding scenes still drafted up somewhere in my files. I removed them because I was worried that they’d feel too much like filler. There’s also some scenes I started to work out from when I planned to have Keith grow up with Pidge and Matt; specifically including a scene where Krolia and Ethan talk about the idea and decide to commit.

Some of these ideas won’t work in the fic as it stands now, though. I also, however, like the idea of putting it out for everyone to read. So, I’m debating on making a separate one-shot collection of things that could have happened, or just adding them as the occasional buffer between the arcs of the story. I’ll make a poll when I get closer to the point of deciding how to proceed, so keep an eye out for that. :3

That’s all for now! I hope you all enjoy the updates and I’ll hopefully be updating again sooner than this time!

#crumbles grumbles #info dump about my fics #I was planning to hold off on updating until I responded to all my current comments #But I was way too excited about having these ready to go!

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sennaleee · 6 years

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When you come out of hiatus can I hear some bladder headcanons you have for the voltron boys

Sure thing! Fair warning: I still haven’t watched pastseason 3 of Voltron, so these headcanons are based on a mixture of the episodesI’ve seen + characterizations from various fics I’ve read. So I’m sorry ifsomething seems super off. >_

(Also I have received other asks for individual Voltroncharacter headcanons, but they all fall under the umbrella of “Voltronboys,” so I am not going to answer those asks themselves. So, if you askedforever ago about one of the Voltron characters, I won’t be answering thatmessage itself. If you’d like me to further elaborate about a certain characterthough, feel free to send another ask about them and I’ll be happy to do so.^__^ )

Lance:He has a pretty strong bladder. Unfortunately, his knowledgeof this often leads to him overestimating just how long he’ll be able to waitbefore relieving himself. This has come back to bite him plenty of times duringa training exercise or a mission or even just when visiting a foreign planet,since he also isn’t too fond of asking others where the bathroom is. Especiallywhen alien bathrooms aren’t always recognizable as actual bathrooms, and thenLance is either forced to figure out how things work on his own or embarrasshimself further by asking his host to explain. It’s gotten to a point whereLance often doesn’t even bother to ask for a toilet while on a foreign planet,as it’s generally a lot less humiliating to wait until he’s back on the ship,even if he is doing a very obvious potty dance for the last hour of his time onthe planet before Shiro finally takes pity on him and dismisses him back to theship.

Keith:Basically the opposite of Lance in terms of bladderstrength. He has a teeny bladder and he knows it, so he’s always careful to usethe bathroom before doing anything where he knows he won’t have access to atoilet for awhile. Of course, it isn’t always possible to plan for a surpriseattack, so there have been several times where Keith has had to flyinto battle while desperate. There have been nearly as many times that he’s hadto slink out of his lion with wet pants afterwards. Luckily his armor mostlyhides any sign of stains, but he still can’t help but to walk a bit stifflywith the discomfort of having cold, wet cloth pressed against his legs andgroin, so the other Paladins always know something is up. They’ve all learnednot to ask after Lance got a particularly harsh verbal beatdown the one time heimplied that Keith might’ve had an accident. At the time, Lance had justthought he was joking—he had no idea that that was actually why Keith was soupset, but Keith’s reaction made it immediately apparent that he had hit thenail on the head. Now, Lance is usually the first person to help Keith rushaway when he has very obviously wet himself or is desperate for a bathroom.

Shiro:He has a pretty strong bladder, but, for one reason oranother, tends to get desperate more than any of the other Paladins. He oftenputs off visiting the bathroom in favor of his leader duties. He knows itshouldn’t be, but finding time to relieve himself is actually pretty low on hislist of priorities. He rarely wets himself, but he does often find himselfbolting to the bathroom once he reaches his absolute limit. He also doesn’tlike to admit how badly he has to pee when he’s desperate. He’ll make upbasically any other possible excuse to keep from telling someone else he has topee. While not necessarily bladder shy, he hates not having privacy when hepees, which also contributes to his commonly becoming desperate, since he’drather hold it and wait to use a more private bathroom than give in and peewhere other people might hear him.

Hunk:He has the strongest bladder of all of the Paladins by far,and he is also the least shy about admitting he has to pee, so he rarelybecomes desperate. Really, the only times he does become desperate are when hedoesn’t have access to a bathroom for whatever reason, such as if he gets stuckin a long, unexpected battle, or if he’s on an alien planet. He is very againstpeeing in weird places and would rather wet himself than have to pee in aninappropriate place (like a bottle or a sink or on the ground). He is also mostlikely to be the one to help the other Paladins if they get in a desperatesituation. It helps that he’s so rarely desperate himself, so he is usuallyable to focus on helping his friend rather than his own discomfort.

And a bonus Pidge, because even though she’s a girl, I can’tnot include her in a Paladin-based post, lol:She absolutely hates being uncomfortable, so she is muchmore likely to wet herself than hold it if she reaches the line between “I kindof have to pee” and “I absolutely need to pee.” She’s also the most likely ofall the Paladins to choose to pee in a private area outside or in abottle/towel/other receptacle if there is no bathroom available. She values thecomfort of her bladder over basically everything else. Besides, she’s foundthat holding her bladder is a huge distraction for her, and for someone whorelies so strongly on her intelligence, having something constantly distractingher until she deals with it is crippling to her ability to function. She complains a lot when she has to pee and is very vocal when she finally gets her reliefas well.

#omorashi #omocute #fandomo #fictomo #voltron omo #omo headcanons #ok do i really want to tag every character #for blog organization purposes i guess i should..#lance omo #keith omo #shiro omo #hunk omo #pidge omo #sorry these are shorter than usual but #i compromised since there were so many characters in this one post lol #like i said though if anyone wants me to elaborate on a particular character #please feel free to send another ask about that character specifically and i'll do my best!!

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Cosmogyral || jjk

PART: one | two | three

Summary: The princess in the moon notices some stars are missing.

Genre: fluff, angst, smut ( later ), space au, voltron ish au

Length: 1.2k

A/N: this is such fun project for me. i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it !!

"Have you counted the stars recently?" Jeongguk's head turned to look at you, even though he was mid spar with an android which quickly took his lack of focus to jab at him. However, with a flick of his wrist, he sent it flying against the floor, a sharp clunk of metal, but Jeongguk did not revel in his victory now busy looking at you.

His eyebrow quirked at your statement knowing you were going to use it to weave an excuse to not do your paperwork. But sat in your window seat, face pressed against the glass as your eyes scanned the sky for a trace of the missing stars, you missed the disbelief on his face.

"I don't bother anymore, most of them changed to provide you company in the castle," Jeongguk muttered, sheathing his sword as he made his way towards you, a smile spreading at how forgetful you were, "that would account for the missing stars."

"Have you not noticed it's been rather quiet recently?" Your voice raised and finally, you ripped your gaze from the window to look at Jeongguk, waiting for an answer. Jeongguk was sweaty, a bead rolling down his cheek and dripping from his chin as he tried to find the right words to answer you. Your tone was no longer friendly, it was formal and he felt like he was being tested.

"Yes, I've found it rather pleasant, miss," the smirk on his lips quickly died as he noticed your lips, turned down in a frown as you tugged on the ends of your hair, a sign you were genuinely worried and not just playing a game with him. Jeongguk's back straightened as he took a nervous step forward with the intention to pat you on the shoulder, but as his arm moved forward, you abruptly stood up and walked away, a hand running through your head.

"They've gone missing." You were worried, they weren't just any stars but zodiacs, you paced the combat room, bare feet silent on the padded floor, "there are six who have vanished." Not just any six, you wanted to add but you knew Jeongguk would just reprimand you for making favourites, even if they were the most caring friends you could ask for.

"Impossible, the zodiacs are the strongest beings in the galaxy. Emotionless beings with the sole purpose to protect you, they would have fought back," Jeongguk knew as he said the words that you were right, they probably had been taken. But it was his duty to not get emotional on duty and provide you with a clear-headed opinion.

"We both know they're not emotionless, in fact, their previous incarnations fit that description better. The new bunch are a big group of softies," a smile spread across both of your faces and with that you knew he wasn't going to stop you from finding them. It was your fault, after all, you had gone on a diplomatic tour of the planets under the Republic and had come back to silence.

"Now it's just the two of us," you swallowed as you tried to keep the tears that threatened to fall at bay, "again." You wanted the castle to be full of laughter again instead of this silence that was becoming deafening. The moon had been like this after the first war, your mother, and previous queen, had sacrificed herself to bring peace after a controlled virus had wiped out all of your people.

You had survived because of the stars, they had a plan for you and after your mother left, boarding a ship that was never to return, you were left alone. Jeongguk had been a gift from your mother, found on an abandoned ship close to the moon, she had brought him back and made him join the military to become your guard. But all you wanted was a friend, a shoulder to cry on and to see the stars you had wished upon to come back.

Jeongguk looked like he wanted to say something, but he stopped as he watched you sprint back to the window, placing your hand flat on it, awakening the computer system, "House, show me Namjoon."

"I told you not to name them!" Jeongguk cried, his palm hitting his head as he summoned another fighting stimulation to take out the anger you were building in him with all your rebellion. But as his sword made contact, he was filled with memories of his close friends and he knew you needed to find them soon because they were useless alone.

The Zodiacs were desired by many, and he watched you look through different readings on the maps, trying to locate their frequency but to no avail. You had only been home for a day, of which you had been kept busy with various chores and schedules and now you were too tired to locate the boys. Both of you hadn't seen them for a year or longer, although you had frequent talks over the radio where you would complain about the oblivious Jeongguk and his brutish ways.

"Sub me in," Jeongguk thought he had misheard, but in a flash, you had pushed him out of the way and wrapped your thighs around the neck of the droid, the hard metal was unfamiliar against the soft flesh causing you to grimace, a small grunt later you had squeezed its' head clean off, "Gukkie I'm worried." You flipped onto the mat, landing on one knee as you turned to look at him wondering if he was going to help or continue to pretend not to care.

"So am I," his bottom lip quivered and you watched him look at across the barren landscape, "let's rest tonight and then we follow where the stars guide us." Jeongguk had known the zodiacs for a long time, a group of boys who had kept him company as he floated to the ends of the universe.

Jeongguk was the one who had reminded you that you just needed to wish on a star and the day after your mother had left, he was greeted by the rowdy group of boys who had taken up residence in the castle. It wasn't hard to imagine how they had been taken and he was sure if any random being told Taehyung there were sweets in their ship, he would climb aboard, which was probably why he felt sick to his stomach.

He was happy he had agreed to find them as he watched you sprint out of the room, a wide smile on your face and your long dress flowing behind you. Jeongguk wondered how you were a living contradiction of power and feminity, although as he remembered the strength that hid under those gowns, he knew you were strong to protect the memory of a civilisation that had once been the strongest ever known, wiped out to just you.

You had all your people's memories resting on your shoulder and the duty to bring peace back to the universe and he was going to stay by your side throughout it all.

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hedonistink · 6 years

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Title: Slipped Into Place Fandom: Voltron Pairing: Shklance Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Shaladin Secret Santa 2017, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, In Heat, Rutting, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Heat Suppressants, Oral Sex, Knotting, Unsafe Sex, Trans Male Lance

Fic Summary: In which Shiro's suppressants finally run out and Keith's looming rut leads to Keith and Lance tracking down the source of a very appealing scent wafting through the castle.

Sorry this is so late! Hey @haganenoheichou I’m your gifter for @shaladinsecretsanta ! You asked for shklance, omegaverse, CanonAU, and trans!Paladins and then this very long thing happened! Hopefully the length makes up for the delay a little! Happy belated holidays!

Dealing with a rut was difficult enough on its own between the possessive urges over the most absurd things, the constant desire to just shove a hand down one's pants and start rubbing one out or else to hump the nearest thing with an available hole to fuck, and the urge to see an Omega fat with one's pups. But when your mate was another Alpha, as was the case for Keith and Lance, it made things even more annoyingly difficult, Keith was quickly finding out.

Lance's last rut had come eight weeks or so before but without the presence of an Omega to soothe him, the experience had been… rough. It was Lance's first rut since they were mated and they'd fought rather explosively a few times during those three days. Keith was left with a bruise around his eye socket for days.

Keith didn't like that lashing out at his mate or vice versa was becoming the new normal during the few days that each of their ruts lasted. He didn't like feeling like he was ignoring a large part of his instincts to be with the person he cared about. But he also wasn't about to abandon his mate just because of a few primitive urges every three months. It was just annoying.

"…Sorry," Keith apologized reflexively after snarling at Lance for trying to swipe one of his space grapes.

Lance raised a brow at the sound before setting his hand carefully back into his lap. "…Rut coming?" he asked.

Groaning, Keith slumped down in his seat, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah… apparently. Fucking sucks…"

Lance huffed out a small laugh. "You're telling me… I'm already not looking forward to a few weeks from now…"

"It's such a pain, I—" Keith stopped, catching a whiff of something sweet in the air. "I… Lance, do you smell that?"

"What?" Lance asked before sniffing at the air. His eyes widened before he turned back to look at Keith. "Is… is that…?"

"Omega," Keith confirmed, feeling his instincts flaring and his urges spiking. "There's a fucking Omega on the ship. And they're in heat. Pretty heavily by the smell of it."

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Title: Learn By Heart Fandom: “Voltron: Legendary Defender” Summary: It's Allura's first semester teaching, and she's prepared for anything ...except Takashi Shirogane. Ships: Shallura Warnings: N/A Author’s Notes: This is for my @shalluraexchange giftee, @zsyree! I hope you like it even if it wasn't your first-choice prompt.

They're not supposed to be at any particular college/university, but this is me, and I write what I know. What I know is Indiana University Bloomington. So to any IU alumni or students out there, some of this should be familiar.

Before anyone asks - they're the same age. (I even have her say it in the fic.) How is that possible? Welllll, she went to college right after high school, while he enrolled in the Air Force. She's completed her undergrad courses and is just starting her graduate career, and, as such, has been press-ganged by her advisor into teaching. Meanwhile, he's taken a few college-level courses as part of his advancement in the USAF, but he's otherwise been preoccupied with his tours of duty. Then he was injured and he needed time to heal, recover, get the prosthetic and then get used to it. This is his first time in a formal higher education setting.

Fic below the cut (3,600 words - also on AO3)

Allura was logging into the classroom’s computer when she heard a polite, “Excuse me?” from behind her.

She turned towards the smoothly masculine voice and smiled pleasantly even as her stomach flopped. Standing before her was a handsome young man, her age or maybe a little older, with a shock of white hair, a scar across his nose (just under warm, dark eyes), and an easygoing smile. Broad shoulders and chest… she made herself stop and look him in the eye. Remain professional, she chided herself. Aside from the black turtleneck he was wearing, he looked like a military recruitment poster come to life.

“You’re Professor Smythe?”

Her smile widened a little at how surprised he sounded. “I am Ms. Fala,” she corrected. “I’m one of Professor Smythe’s grad students. I’m teaching this section. Can I help you?”

His gaze had been drifting a bit south and he cleared his throat and straightened up again. Well, at least I’m not the only one who likes what they see. “I’m Takashi Shirogane. I was told to give you this when I arrived.” He held out a piece of paper and when she looked down to take it, she realized almost immediately what it was. Not because of the paper, which was neatly folded in half, but because where his right hand should have been was a jet black mechanical prosthetic.

She accepted the paper and unfolded it and, sure enough, it was a notice of need for accommodation. She read it and nodded. “All in order. Do you need this back?”

“Yes, please. I have to show it to all my teachers.” She handed it back to him and he thanked her quietly as he tucked it back into his jeans pocket.

“What sort of accommodation do you require?”

“Not much. I just need to sit front and center with my laptop and mic. It’s not a big setup; it shouldn’t be in anyone else’s way. I can use a mouse pretty well but I can’t really type fast enough to keep up, so I’ve got a speech-to-text program set up to take notes on what you say. I also have a notebook for jotting things down the old-fashioned way, but I’m still getting used to the new hand, and I want to make sure I don’t miss anything important.”

She nodded and gestured to the still empty front row. “I would suggest sitting here, actually, rather than in the center. I spend most of my time at the computer podium or very near it. Also, I do upload my PowerPoints at the end of each class, so you can access those online.”

His smile widened. “Great, thank you. That’s a big help.”

“Do you need a plug? There are several free ones on the podium.”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty of charge, but if it’s not too much of a bother…”

“No bother at all, Mr. Shirogane.”

“My friends all call me Shiro.”

She cleared her throat. “Get your things set up, Mr. Shirogane,” she said pleasantly. Unfortunately, you’re a student, so you’re going to have to stay “Mr. Shirogane.” That was a disappointment, but hey, at least she’d have a nice view during class. STOP THAT. Stop objectifying one of your students. “There’s a plug right here you can use,” she said, indicating one on the back of the podium.

“Thank you, Ms. Fala.” And he went to his seat, already slinging his backpack off to get it open.

She resumed setting up her “first day of class” slides and tried to keep her thoughts professional and on the topic of Comparative Politics.

The first class was standard and boring – talking about the curriculum, where to find the syllabus and PowerPoints online, her grading scale, etc. It was a first-year introductory class, and most of these students were just taking it for the necessary “Breadth of Inquiry” credits that the university required. Still, if she could turn even one of them into a poli-sci major, she’d count that as a huge victory. But ultimately, her job was to relay the required material to them, go over their papers, and compile their grades.

Still, for a boring introductory class on a basic topic, she found Mr. Shirogane alert and attentive. The small microphone clipped to the lid of his laptop was unobtrusive. While other students were barely staying awake, he hand-wrote the URLs, her college-affiliated email address, and her office hour times down in his notebook and never once looked bored.

She let them out early (promising them they were unlikely to get this consideration for the rest of the semester) and began the process of logging off and shutting down. Due to his extra preparations, Mr. Shirogane was quickly the only one left in the room with her.

“Well, it should be an interesting class,” he said conversationally as he started unplugging everything and packing it up.

“I appreciate your interest, but don’t get your hopes up,” she warned with a light chuckle. Be careful not to flirt, she reminded herself.

“I’m not. I’m genuinely looking forward to it.”

“Are you going to major in political science?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Minor. Well, double minor: this and history.”

Her eyebrows went up. Not quite a major, but at least he has a definite interest in the subject instead of just taking it as something to get out of the way. “Very nice. Do you have a major in mind?”

He nodded. “Double major: physics and astronomy.”

“Double major AND double minor?” She whistled quietly at the mere thought of the workload for that. “Well, you’re not afraid of hard work, that’s for sure. And physics/astronomy with poli-sci/history? Unusual choice.”

He shrugged. “Well, I want to be an astronaut, so that kind of dictates my majors. There are a few other options, but those were the ones that were most interesting to me. I can pretty much do what I want with my minors, and I thought it’d be nice to diverge a bit, indulge some of my other interests.”

“An astronaut?” She blinked.

His smile thinned. “I know, but just because I lost my hand doesn’t mean I can’t…”

“Oh, no!” She rushed to reassure him. “I wasn’t… that’s not…!” She cleared her throat. “Of course you can. I was just surprised that I have a future astronaut in my class, that’s all.”

His smile turned apologetic. “Sorry. I’m used to people thinking I’m,” he looked down at his right hand, which closed up into a loose fist, “broken. Like I can’t do anything like that anymore. Everyone talks like I have to give up the dream I’ve had since I was a kid, just because of the hand.”

“So, it’s… recent then?” She realized what she was asking and cursed at herself mentally. “Not that you need to talk about it; I shouldn’t pry.”

He shrugged. “It’s okay. I lost it a year and a half ago. Afghanistan.”

“Oh, you’re in the military?”

He started to nod and then caught himself. “Well, I was. Air Force.”

“Thank you for your service…” She paused. “I’m sorry, I don’t know your rank.”

“I was a Staff Sergeant, but you don’t have to call me that. Medical discharge and all that.” He waved his prosthetic hand. “Finally getting back into the world. I generally prefer Shiro or Takashi to ‘Sergeant Shirogane’ all the time.”

She cleared her throat. “Well, Mr. Shirogane, I’ll see you in class again on Wednesday, yes?”

“Bright and early!” he confirmed. “Did you lose a bet to get the 9 AM class?”

She smirked. “I’m the newest grad student, so I had little choice. And you can’t really complain; you signed up for this section.”

“Well, technically, yes, but it was the only one that still had available seats.” They both laughed and he swung his backpack onto his back again. “See you, Wednesday, Ms. Fala.”

She watched him go, chided herself for ogling him again (I’m not sure how jeans that tight can be comfortable, but bless him for wearing them anyway), and grabbed her things. She had her own coursework to see to, after all.

*****

Coran set aside the work she’d handed him on her thesis. “So, how’s your first semester of teaching going, Allura?”

She barely caught her smile from slipping. “Fine.”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “You know I can tell when you’re lying to me.”

“No, really, it’s going as well as could be expected, it’s just…” She chewed on her lower lip.

He reached over his desk to pat her hand. “Students can be rough, especially on a new teacher. They can smell it, like sharks smelling blood. We’re nearly to midterms; I know it’s probably getting stressful.”

“No, it’s… well, I mean, it is, but not because of that. It’s just,” she took a deep breath, “I think I’m going to need you to grade one of my students’ work from now on. Just the one!” she added quickly. “I know you’re busy and I’m asking a lot of you, but it’s really just the one, and he’s honestly one of the best students, so…”

“Allura, slow down!” Her advisor was clearly confused. “If he’s one of the best students, why are you trying to pawn his work off on me?”

She looked away. “It’s… um…” She risked a look back at him.

Professor Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe had a single eyebrow arched and the most “Well?” face she’d ever seen. (The mustache helped.)

She sighed and looked down at her hands in her lap. “I am developing an inappropriate attraction. Even though I’m not acting on it, I feel like my ability to grade his work objectively could be called into question.”

“Oh. Yes, that is a pickle. And you’re not acting on this attraction at all, correct?”

She nodded. “I’m very careful, honestly. The only times we’re alone together are just before and after class, and only for a few minutes each time. Well, and sometimes office hours, but they’re entirely professional!”

“He comes to your office hours?”

“Well, so do some of the other students,” she pointed out.

“And comes early and stays late? For a 9 AM class?”

She cleared her throat. “He has a prosthetic hand. He needs the extra time to set up his computer and software and to pack it all up again. And when he comes to office hours, it’s usually because his speech-to-text program misheard some of my words and he needs clarification for what they’re supposed to be. It’s all entirely professional!” She realized she was sounding defensive (and repeating herself wasn’t helping), so she shut up, feeling ashamed of herself. My first semester teaching and something like this happens.

Coran just nodded. “You’re doing everything right then. That’s fine. I’ll grade his work for the rest of the semester, just to be safe.”

She sighed in relief. “Thank you.”

But then he leaned forward and asked, dropping his voice conspiratorially, “So, how bad is it?”

She blinked. “What, his work? It’s not bad at all, he’s working towards a minor, so he’s actually interested in the subject matter and…”

“No, no, not that. How bad is this crush of yours?”

“Coran.”

“I’m just going to be an insufferable git until you tell me,” he pointed out.

She groaned and flopped back in her chair, tilting her head up to look at the ceiling. “His smile makes my heart stop, my stomach flip, and my knees weak.”

“Oh ho! That is bad!” He was enjoying this.

“And he sits right in front of me. He has to, because of the speech-to-text. He can type, but not fast enough to take good notes. So he’s right there all the time, and he’s always paying full attention to me and the lecture, and …”

“Handsome?”

“Extremely,” she confirmed. She lowered her head to look at Coran again. “He was in the Air Force! He wants to be an astronaut! He’s only a few months older than I am. He’s strong and brave and charming and I may die if he wears that one sweater to class again.” She dropped her head into her hands. “Don’t even get me started on my inappropriate staring as he walks out of the classroom.”

Coran guffawed. “Well, the rules are no fraternizing with students, but nothing wrong with looking! You can’t help who you’re attracted to.”

“You’re not helping,” she muttered through her hands.

“Well, I’m helping by grading his work for you,” he pointed out. “Courage. The semester won’t last forever, even if it seems like it will.”

She lifted her head. “But then I won’t see him again at all.”

Coran tsked at her. “Midterms really must be stressing you out. You’re overlooking the obvious.”

She frowned at him, brow furrowing. “What?”

He shook a finger at her. “You’re a bright girl – one of the best grad students I’ve got – you’ll figure it out! In the meantime, send me the astronaut’s work. We’ll see if it’s truly ‘out of this world.’” He chuckled, clearly pleased at himself.

She groaned again as she stood. “Can you try to write any comments legibly? I’m beginning to believe the campus rumors that the anthropology department tricks their students into trying to decipher your handwriting as if it were some long-lost ancient script.”

“I make no promises,” he declared loftily.

*****

“Mr. Shirogane!” she called after him when she saw him in the student union. She hurried up to him and smiled as he turned. “I’m glad I found you.”

“Ms. Fala,” he greeted her. His smile was warm, as always, and elicited that now-familiar feeling of happy sickness within her. But his smile faltered a little. “Is something wrong?”

“No!” She cleared her throat and tried to calm herself down. “No, nothing at all.”

He let out a sigh of relief. “I was worried that there was a problem with my test or my essay or something.”

“No, it’s not about that. Can we talk somewhere a little… quieter?” They were by Sugar ‘n’ Spice – one of the main coffee hubs in the union – and the hallway by it was half-filled with people waiting in line for a hot beverage.

It was full-on winter now, and students had been hiding their increasing finals-induced stress under hats and scarves and bulky coats. Mr. Shirogane had a black-and-purple beanie, black gloves, and the sort of coat she imagined Arctic explorers would wear to find the North Pole. Or, well, models would wear to give the impression they were exploring the Arctic. Maybe that was just her impression of all of his clothes.

He nodded and looked around. “Um…”

“If you don’t mind the cold, we could go outside?”

He snorted. “Well, it will be much less crowded.” He gestured grandly. “After you.”

She headed downstairs and ducked out into a tiny courtyard off a seating area. She liked coming here in warmer weather, enjoying the relative peace and quiet of the usually-unnoticed outdoor spot. It offered some nice benches and a lovely little sculpture, all of it surrounded by ivy-covered walls, with an old, high, wrought iron gate leading to stairs going up to the main street level. It was bitterly cold, so naturally no one was out here. It was also rather dark; this late in the year, it got dark so early, and with the courtyard’s relatively low position, it was already well-hidden from what sunlight there was left to them. The union’s exterior lights were already on, so she could still easily see his curious expression as she turned to face him.

“So, there was nothing wrong with my final?” he asked.

“You did fine. In fact, I just finished submitting all the grades for the class.”

He arched an eyebrow. “You submitted my final grade or Professor Smythe did?”

She fidgeted. “I submitted all the grades except yours, but Professor Smythe has submitted yours, yes.”

“Can I ask why I seem to be the only one in class who has to put up with his handwriting?”

She couldn’t help laughing at that, and it took her a moment to pull herself back together. “Well, if you had asked me before now, I would have told you that it was because I wanted him to see your work.”

He studied her. “Okay. So what’s the real reason?”

“It’s not a lie. I did want him to see it. You’re a very thoughtful and dedicated student. I can tell you’ve been giving this class a hundred and ten percent, and I appreciate it. So it’s not a lie, but it’s also not the entire truth.” She cleared her throat and tried to keep herself from fidgeting out of nervousness. “I had to turn your work over to someone else to grade. Someone who could be objective.”

Both of his eyebrows went up. “You… Why couldn’t you be objective?” His voice sounded hushed.

She bit her lip, then made herself stop that. C’mon. You rehearsed this about a thousand times. You can do this. “I…” You have to do this. “As incredibly unprofessional as it is to say, when I first found out you were my student, I was terribly disappointed.”

He looked like he’d been slapped.

That spurred her on (and also made her speak a bit quicker, sound less smooth and steady than she’d hoped). “Not because of…! Because you were so handsome!”

That transmuted the wounded look into stunned silence. She made herself take a deep breath before continuing.

“I thought it would be okay. There are a lot of very attractive people on campus, and I’ve always handled things well. I thought things would be the same with you. But they weren’t. They haven’t been, ever. My attraction to you only got worse as I got to know you. So, I turned your work over to Professor Smythe, because it was too hard to view your work objectively.”

He blinked and, after a moment’s consideration, asked, “Is that why the professor always sat in on class on days I had to do oral presentations?”

She nodded and stopped herself from fidgeting again. “Exactly. I would never have been able to give you a proper grade on your work. You have a very nice voice and you use it well.” She blushed. “That sounds terrible out of context, but… your delivery is good, and you have such a deep interest in the subject… Oh heavens, it’s just getting worse!” She cleared her throat. “He had to be the one to grade your presentations, is my point.”

He readjusted the straps of his backpack. “So, you’re… um… telling me this now because…?”

“Because soon I won’t be your teacher any more. And I was hoping that we could go out, get some pizza and beer, just talk.”

“About us?”

Her blush was getting worse, she could feel it. “About us, about one another, about… about anything. I love our little chats before and after class. I always want more time to just talk with you.”

He just stood there, looking at her. She wanted to scream, but she held it in, trying not to look as anxious as she felt. Then he held out his forearm to her. “Pinch me?”

She blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Pinch me, because I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming this.”

She laughed. “I am not going to pinch you!”

“Why not?” he demanded.

“Well, for one thing, that’s your right arm; I can’t really make much of a dent in that.”

He huffed at himself and withdrew the arm. “Sorry, I still forget sometimes.”

“And, for another, I doubt you’d feel it much through that thick coat anyway.”

“I’m pretty sure you could do some damage if you really wanted to.”

“Which brings me to my final point: I don’t want to hurt you!”

“You really want to go out with me?” he asked, dropping the levity.

She smiled and nodded. “Ever since I first saw you. Having you sit right in front of me all semester has been driving me mad.”

“I’d like that. Uh, when you’re not my teacher anymore. Speaking of which, when will that be?”

“Well, the grades for the class are submitted, so I will officially no longer be your teacher at 6 PM.”

“What time is it now?” he asked immediately.

A deep gong from the campus clock tower began declaring the hour. Allura silently counted out the booming chimes until the 6th one sounded and the clock tower’s bells fell into silence again.

A wide grin split his face. “So. Pizza & beer then?”

She nodded. “Sounds wonderful.”

“And, just so we’re on even footing, I have to tell you, I’ve never been one for those ‘hot for teacher’ type scenarios until I met you.”

Her blush cranked to full volume as she laughed. “And here I was going to tell you how charming you were.”

Unexpectedly, he reached out and took her hand in his right. He lifted it to his lips to kiss the back of her …well, glove. “You’re the most beautiful and intelligent woman I’ve ever met,” he told her.

“Okay, you can have your ‘charming’ title back. C’mon, I’m starved, and getting a seat at Mother Bear’s is going to be madness.” She grabbed hold of his hand and tugged him towards the gate.

“I don’t mind waiting for a table.” He gave her hand a squeeze. “More time to spend with you, Ms.. uh..” He laughed.

She joined in. “You can call me ‘Allura’ now, Shiro.”

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