#blackkatjinx

[luminyan]

hi

"When we know something is true beyond question or doubt. Can you feel it? Maybe I'm wrong, you decide. We could sit and be stubborn with faces so stern. Could have been one lonely night."

[goodlucktai]

Top 5 movies? :3

oh jeez,, ill try

how to train your dragon

practical magic

legally blonde

odd thomas

addams family values

+john dies at the end

[astrodances]

You’ll See

FF.net link || AO3 link

So I don’t know how or why I got so lucky to have @blackkatjinx as my giftee for a second Voltron event, but here we are and I am so grateful. Happy holidays/happy new year, Jinx! I’m your @paladinsecretsanta2k18 buddy! I swear, you always have the best prompts to work with and once again, I couldn’t resist mixing a bunch of your prompts together (and taking full advantage of your “etc etc etc” ;P). This ended up being my longest one-shot I’ve ever written so far, and honestly, one of the most personally satisfying. So, thank you. I can only hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. :)

As for the story itself, consider it a sort-of modern AU in which Allura has never seen anything resembling snow during Team Voltron’s adventures throughout the universe. For all intents and purposes, snow is a rare/unique phenomenon to Earth. :P Okay, that all said, again, I hope you enjoy!

If there was one thing Allura had learned over the course of her life, it’s that blindfolds were never to be trusted. With enemies, it was a guaranteed instinct. With friends, it was usually assuaged by a sense of anticipation or excitement. But with human friends?

The jury was still out on that one.

“You’re sure that’s on all the way?” asked Shiro from somewhere to Allura’s left.

“I’m positive,” Hunk answered. He was holding her right hand and guiding her forward with a hand on her back.

“Are one of you going to explain what’s going on soon?” she asked. No answer, only conspiratorial hums of amusement.

Each step felt more jarring than the last. Hunk had insisted that she put on heavy boots and (what felt like) an equally-heavy jacket when she’d woken up minutes ago. As soon as she’d done so, he’d presented a scarf and asked, very politely, if he could blindfold her. She’d only agreed because it was Hunk, but now with the two most trustworthy Paladins guiding her yet refusing to answer her questions, she was certain this had been someone else’s idea entirely.

The sound of a doorknob turning caught Allura’s attention, and a blast of cold air greeted her a second later. Alright, the jacket just bought the boys some trust.

After stepping out onto what she was sure the front porch, and hearing the door click closed behind her, she felt Shiro’s hand on her other arm. “Okay, now carefully, step...step...and step,” he instructed as they guided her down the small flight of stairs to the front yard.

Or what Allura assumed should’ve been the front yard.

Instead of the sturdy stone pathway she’d come to be familiar with, something...malleable sunk beneath her boots. She skittered forward a few steps, only to step on more of the substance and be pulled back by the boys when she felt her balance, and her calm, slipping. And, now that she thought about it, shouldn’t there have been a fourth step to the porch stairs? What the quiznak was happening?

“Surprise!” Shiro and Hunk sang out as the latter removed her blindfold.

Allura felt like she was dreaming.

Everything, everywhere, was white. Bushes, human cars, other buildings, all covered in some sort of white substance. She looked down at the ground to see a scatter of her footprints impressed into it, and dared to first toe, then stomp on it with her boot. She yelped as she sank a few inches into it and recoiled, but the hands holding her kept her steady.

Keith, Lance, and Pidge were standing a few feet away, watching her with amused expressions and clearly not bothered by their changed environment.

Yep, humans and blindfolds. Officially not a good mix in Allura’s book.

She looked between Hunk and Shiro for some sort of explanation, both for what was going on and why on their Earth they thought surprising her with this would be a good idea.

“It’s snow!” Hunk chuckled.

“Snow?” Allura repeated.

The other three moved closer, and Lance offered a deeper explanation. “It’s frozen water that falls from the sky!”

He reached a hand out and looked up, and Allura cautiously did the same. Sure enough, little specks of white were drifting down, something she must’ve overlooked in her momentary panic before. They pelted her face with feathery kisses of cold, and she brought a hand up to gather some in her palm like Lance. When she looked at it closely, she could indeed see it already melting into water against the warmth of her skin.

She looked around at the cheerful faces surrounding her. Apparently humans enjoyed this...snow, so much so that apparently they hadn’t felt the need to warn her about it when they told her she would be experiencing her first Earth winter soon.

“So, what do you think?”

Allura glanced at her new surroundings once more. Now that she had an explanation, and wasn’t blindfolded, the substance seemed harmless enough. Sparkly even, if she tilted her head just so. That was a definite plus. “It’s...alright,” she answered, and a collective sigh of relief left the group. “Are we supposed to do something with it?”

A wickedly innocent grin popped onto Pidge’s face. “Oh I’m glad you asked that question, Princess,” she began, bending forward to scoop a chunk of snow into her hands. She carefully patted the snow together, then slowly stood up. “SNOWBALL FIGHT!”

The warning cry wasn’t enough for Allura. She gasped out a stunned “ooh!” as Pidge threw a snowball squarely at her, hitting her in the chest. Her jacket softened the blow, but it still surprised her that such a soft substance could carry such a hard impact.

Pidge immediately took off running into the front yard, with the other Paladins laughing and chasing after her.

“Come join the fight!” Keith called back to Allura.

That was all the invitation she needed.

There was one thing Pidge hadn't factored in when she'd thrown that first snowball, and that was that Allura was freakishly strong.

Shiro knew better, and that's why he had wisely grabbed Keith and dragged him along into forming a team with her. Pidge boasted that she had "the sharpshooter's aim" on her, Lance, and Hunk's team, but it barely proved to be a fair trade-off.

The Paladins spent all morning and afternoon playing in the snow. After the snowball fight, Pidge and Allura called a temporary truce, and together they worked on what Allura kept calling a "snow entity." She tried to give it Altean ears, but after they kept falling off, Pidge explained that snow entities didn't have ears. Just, to Allura's horror, vegetables for noses and buttons for eyes.

Hunk had gone inside at some point to make hot cocoa for everyone. When he next stepped outside, they all thought he was going to announce that it was ready and call them in for it, but his look of concern seemed to foretell that his mind was on something far from the sweet beverages.

As the rest of the Paladins turned towards him, he began to explain, “Hey, guys, I just saw on T.V. that there’s gonna be a blizzard tonight. They think it’s gonna be one of the worst to hit the area in the last ten years.”

“A blizzard?” asked Allura curiously.

“It’s a really bad snow storm.” Hunk glanced around at the already-falling snow and gestured to it. “It’ll be like this, but like, a bazillion times worse, with a lot of wind and extremely low visibility.”

A sense of danger mixed with disappointment rippled its way through Allura. Here she was just getting used to snow, even having fun with it, and now it was turning against her. She asked, “What should we do?”

Shiro was dusting off his hands when he chimed in. “There’s not much we can do except wait it out indoors.”

Hunk took notice of her slumped shoulders, and added, “But hey! The hot cocoa is just about ready! C’mon in!”

As Keith, Lance, and Shiro followed Hunk into the house, Allura held Pidge back for a minute. She nodded towards their creation and asked, “Pidge, would you mind taking a picture of the snow entity for me? I left my phone upstairs and...I want to remember it.”

Pidge grinned and pulled her towards it by the wrist, taking out her phone with her other hand. “I’ll do you one even better.” She positioned them so they were crouching next to the snowman, then held up her phone to take a selfie. “Say...freeze!”

“What-“

Flash!

Allura barely managed to grin in time, but Pidge nevertheless cackled at catching her off-guard.

As they stood up, Pidge patted the snow entity on the head, saying, “Rest in peace, snowy one. You have a loooong night ahead.” She turned to the princess. “Ours should be a bit more fun.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you’ll see.”

It was a lot warmer inside, that was certain. Allura didn’t realize how cold she really was until she tried to unzip her jacket with numb fingers. It took a couple of tries to grab onto the zipper, but she finally got it.

Free from their heavy coats and boots, Allura and Pidge rounded the corner from the entryway into the living room and found quite a busy scene.

Keith was gathering stacks of pillows, blankets, and sheets onto the couch from all over the house. Hunk was just setting down a tray of cocoa and a bowl of marshmallows, while Shiro and Lance worked together to hang up some more string lights along the walls (not that they needed any more). And above it all, there was some festive music playing from the T.V.’s speakers.

Pidge joined Hunk around the cocoa, but Allura veered off to talk to Keith.

“I know you used to be the Paladin of the Red Lion, Guardian of Fire and all, but do you really need that many blankets to stay warm?” she asked, taking a seat on the arm of the couch.

Keith chuckled as he set the last of the blankets down. “Nah, the others just had me get all these. It was either this or help with the lights.” He mirrored her position on the other couch arm. “Besides,” he smirked, “I don’t need blankets to keep warm. I’ve got my own inner fire.” He tapped his fist twice against his chest, putting on a face of false bravado.

They broke into laughter, and as they settled, Allura asked, “Well, why do they need all this?” She gestured to the pile between them with a nod.

“You’ll see.”

She darted her eyes in confusion. “Why does everyone keep saying-“

“LANCE!”

Shiro’s sudden outburst grabbed the room’s attention, and everyone turned to see a length of string lights draped around his shoulders and head, his face set into an unamused scowl. Lance stood nearby, distinctly out of arm’s reach, a mischievous laugh escaping his lips. He plugged the lights that were on Shiro into the existing line on the wall, and he lit up like a sparkling Christmas tree.

“Lights are done!” Lance proclaimed as he strolled over to the cocoa and picked up a mug. He sprinkled a few marshmallows over it and took a sip, letting it warm him.

Shiro, meanwhile, had taken off the lights and finished hanging them up. “Now they’re done,” he determined pointedly. He gave Lance his best disapproving “Space Dad” glare as he fixed up his own hot cocoa, but the second he took his own sip the glare melted into a satisfied grin.

By now, everyone had a mug of cocoa in hand and had taken up a spot around the living room, letting the music reinvigorate them in tandem with the sweet taste of the drink.

As Allura drank hers, she glanced out the window. She could still see her and Pidge’s snow entity, but it was all through a blurry white haze. Both nighttime and the storm were well on their way.

“So, what now?” she asked, turning to the group again.

“Now, we build a fort,” Lance answered, twisting his mug in a hand draped over his knee. He was leaning against the side of the armchair Hunk was sitting in.

Allura stared blankly at him. Out of all the answers she might’ve expected to get, that was not one of them. Unsure of what to do with it, she simply asked why.

“To brave the elements, of course!” He gave her a goofy, adventurous grin.

Unimpressed, she looked around at her surroundings and pointed out, “Isn’t that what the house is for?”

Lance shook his head in amusement. “Oh ho ho, dear Allura, no.” He set his cocoa down next to him and got to his knees, raising a fist in front of him. “This fort will protect us from the harsh realities of the storm out there!” He bent one of his legs forward, and his voice rose triumphantly. “It will keep us cozy all night long!” He lifted his other knee forward and pushed himself up to a standing position. “And most importantly, it will be the ultimate reflection of our awesomeness!”

Shiro rolled his eyes while Pidge and Hunk echoed Lance’s sentiment with a chorus of “yeah!”

Noticing Allura’s persisting look of doubt, Keith tapped the stacks of blankets and sheets between them and explained, “What Lance means to say is that we’re gonna hang these up all over the living room and camp out under them tonight because of the storm. It’s just a fun thing humans do sometimes.” He shrugged, then smirked over at Lance, taking pride in having eased the confusion from the princess’s mind. “You’re welcome.”

Lance simply stuck his tongue out in return, then made his way over to the couch and grabbed one of the blankets on top. “Well, it’ll probably make more sense once we build it and you see it. So let’s get building!”

By the time the group finished building the fort, the winds were howling outside. Shiro had started a fire in the fireplace to combat the eeriness of the sound, but at this point it was just bonus: combined with all the string lights, the fort was a paragon of coziness.

With such a large room to work with, the Paladins has used up nearly every square inch, save for a pocket of open space in front of the fire and T.V. To deal with the angle of the T.V. on the wall, they draped a “second-story sheet,” as Pidge called it, above the center of the room. The rest of the sheets were held up by the walls, chairs, and couches, which themselves served as backboards for carefully-crafted piles of blankets and pillows for each Paladin. The covered entrance to the fort near the entryway was deemed as the new front door of the house, with anything beyond it being treated as if the storm itself had been brought inside. That left the arch between the living room and the kitchen as the only “usable” entrance to the fort, which was fine by everyone. A snack supply route was critical to the fort’s success.

Once done, everyone gathered in the center of the fort around bowls of popcorn and other snacks, armed with their umpteenth round of hot cocoa. Spirits were incredibly high, and Allura felt the need to take advantage of the moment.

“A toast!” she began, raising her mug to the air. “To Fort Voltron, to snow, and to us!”

They all cheered with her and tilted back their drinks, then took up position amongst the blanket piles. For their first activity in the fort, they decided to watch a double feature of Christmas movies.

Just after starting the second movie, however, Allura found herself thrust into darkness. The movie and string lights went out, and the whole house seemed to go completely quiet. The only light left was the fire, its crackling pops the only sound standing between her and the wind outside. A chill ran through her.

“Power outage,” Shiro muttered, setting down his drink.

“Aw yeeeeaaah!” Lance drawled out. Five sets of eyes stared blankly at him. “What?” He shrugged. “This makes things so much cozier!”

Allura begged to differ. She pulled her one of her blankets closer around her shoulders and willed herself to focus on the fire. The wind sounded like it was threatening to tear the house apart at any tick.

“Cozier or not, it looks like we’re done with movies for the night,” Hunk pointed out.

“What about Pidge’s laptop? We could play movies on that for a while?” Shiro suggested.

Pidge immediately leapt into a defensive crouch in front of her “storage corner” of the fort where her laptop was. “Oh no,” she hissed. “We’re not wasting its battery on some movie while the power’s out.”

“Alright then...anybody got any other ideas?” Lance asked.

They all thought for a moment, until Allura piped up. “I think I remember seeing some games stored up in the guest bedroom?”

“Oh yeah! I forgot about those!” Hunk noted. He took a look around the group. “Alright, here’s the plan. Allura and Shiro, you’ll go upstairs and bring down all the games you can carry. Lance, you, Keith, and I will go salvage what we can from the kitchen and find some flashlights and candles. Pidge-“ He turned to the Green Paladin to find her still placed protectively in front of her electronics. “Pidge...you watch the fire and hold down the fort. Literally.”

An evil glint lit up her eye. “With pleasure.”

With everyone tasked with a job, Hunk nodded. “See you on the other side,” he said with a mock salute.

As Keith, Lance, and Hunk left for the kitchen, Shiro and Allura grabbed the one flashlight that was already in the living room for emergencies and made their way out the entryway entrance to the fort. As they stood up and stretched, Allura truly felt like she was outside again. With no power and now no fire nearby, the rest of the house was quickly losing heat.

Shiro led the way up the stairs with the flashlight and pushed open the door to the guest bedroom Allura had been staying in. When they opened the closet, there was indeed a bunch of board games stacked on the upper shelves.

“Ooh, I haven’t seen some of these in ages,” Shiro remarked in awe. He pulled down the top two boxes and handed them to Allura, but stopped when he noticed how quiet she was being. “Something wrong?”

Allura’s eyes were trained on the window as she spoke. “I just feel uneasy about this whole thing. Shouldn’t we be trying to restore power instead of playing games?”

He watched her for a moment before setting the boxes aside and grabbing her by the shoulders so she was facing him. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” he said gently. “I know this kind of weather is new to you, but believe me when I say that these kinds of storms happen all the time on Earth, and what we’re doing is the usual human response. We won’t be able to do much about the power until morning anyways.”

“But didn’t Hunk say this was going to be one of the worst storms in the last ten years?”

“He did. But for us that just means that we’ll probably see a lot more snow than normal, and some older houses might get some minor damage.” He quickly continued when he saw her eyes light up with renewed concern. “But don’t worry! This house-“ He knocked on the wall with his knuckles. “-is as sturdy as our lions.”

She contemplated what he was saying as he added, “Again, I know this must be weird for you, but these kinds of storms are seen as fun and, at the risk of sounding like Lance, cozy. And in my opinion, they’re great for team bonding. Trust me, we’ll have so much fun tonight, you’ll forget there’s a storm at all. You’ll see.”

Allura had to bite back a groan at hearing that phrase again, but the feeling melted into a sigh. All her instincts were trying to kick in at the sense of danger she’d be getting from the blizzard and now the power outage, but the rest of the Paladins truly were having fun. She just needed to start trusting their instincts on this. After all, this was their planet, and even if it wasn’t, she knew they’d always have her back in the face of any danger.

“Alright,” she conceded, earning a smile from Shiro. Then in an attempt to get into the others’ mindset, she asked, “So in that case, I take it we’re on a mission to get these games?”

Shiro laughed. “That’s the ticket!”

They returned to gathering the games and by the time they crept back downstairs, Allura was feeling the energy she had felt earlier while playing in the snow.

Before they could re-enter the fort, however, Pidge stuck her head out the makeshift door covering the entrance.

“Password,” she demanded.

Shiro and Allura shared a look of confusion before the latter spoke up. “There’s no password.”

“Yes there is. I made one up while all of you were away.”

Shiro shook his head with a chuckle and decided to go along with it. “Alright...is it, ‘Green Lion rules?’”

“Nope,” Pidge denied.

“Okay, good, because it’s actually the Black Lion that rules.” He smirked at Pidge’s evil eye. “Princess, any guesses?”

“Hmm...” Allura hummed playfully while looking to the ceiling for inspiration. “Is it, ‘Pidge now rules the fort and will need someone strong to keep Lance’s eventual rebellion in check?’”

There was a moment of silence as Pidge contemplated the implications of what she was hearing. She then held back the sheet and said, “Allura only, welcome back to Fort Voltron.”

Allura winked at Shiro with a cheesy grin and shuffled into the fort with her stack of games. Behind her, she could hear Shiro mock-whine at being left out still. “Hey, what about me?”

“What have you got to offer?” Pidge asked.

As their negotiations continued, Allura crawled to the center of the fort, where Lance, Hunk, and Keith were placing and lighting candles at strategic, non-flammable spots.

“I come bearing games!” Allura announced.

They cheered and Hunk handed off his lighter to Lance to help her set up one of the games. Allura had to laugh at the game he chose: its cover featured a man in a top hat that bore a mustache similar to Coran’s, only it was white instead of orange.

Pidge eventually joined them again, with Shiro following her with a grimace.

“What did it take for you to get in?” Allura asked sympathetically.

Shiro grumbled, then answered, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

As if on cue, Pidge used her best announcer voice to say, “Attention, team! Tonight, we have a very special performance taking place live right here in Fort Voltron! Singing a Disney song of his choice against a curtain of fire, give it up for the one, the only, the legendary Shiro the Hero!”

The rest of the Paladins, who had become entranced with Pidge’s introduction, began to clap and holler as they went along with the impromptu performance. Allura, on the other hand, had to cover the surprised laughter threatening to escape her as Shiro begrudgingly crawled over to kneel in front of the fire. It looked like she had gotten off easy when it came to Pidge’s “passwords.”

Before Shiro could do anything, Pidge shouted, “Wait!” and pulled out her phone to start recording the magic that was about to happen. “Okay, go!”

Shiro leveled her with a glare. “I thought you wanted to save your battery until the power returned.”

“Oh, I do. But this needs to be recorded for prosperity.”

With another grumble, Shiro ducked his head and took a deep breath, then stared back up at his teammates with as much seriousness as he could muster. As he began to sing, many of them were surprised to find out how pleasant his singing voice was. Combined with the fire and candlelight glowing against his skin along with the increasingly heartfelt poses he added in, his performance transformed everyone’s mock clapping into genuine applause by the end of the song.

“Totally worth it,” Pidge declared as she stopped recording on her phone, breaking Shiro out of his zone with another glare aimed at her.

As Shiro took up a spot next to Allura again, she complimented him on his voice, but he countered with, “Next time, I get to be her guard against Lance.”

“Against who now?” Lance caught from the other side of the fort.

“Nothing!” Allura waved off innocently, then smirked at Shiro. “You wish.”

Everyone settled into a circle around the waiting board game in the center. As they all chose their pieces and Hunk explained the basic rules to her, Allura shook her little top hat in her hand. The Coran look-a-like on the front of the box had one, so she chose it in his honor.

The game itself started out innocently enough, but as time went on it was clear that either Keith or Lance was going to be the winner, and their competitive rivalry was fully aware of that fact. When Keith finally won, Lance simply threw his remaining money in the air and crossed his arms in a pout.

“Enjoy it, Mullet,” he taunted, “Because that’s the only win you’ll be seeing all night.”

“And the only one you’ll even come close to,” Keith bounced right back.

Hunk let out an impressed “ooh burn!” as Lance threw a pillow at Keith, and Allura leaned over to Pidge to ask, “Is this how Earth board games usually end?”

“Mainly for this one. Other ones are less...violent,” she answered. Violent or not, she was enjoying every second of it.

As the pseudo-pillow fight broke the tension of the game, the group started looking through the stacks of boxes for the next one to play.

And so the night continued, with each Paladin earning a share of wins as they made their way through the games, the candlelight bouncing their laughing shadows off the fabric walls of the fort. When the fire eventually became too warm and cozy, and everyone’s eyelids started to droop, they all gathered together under a pile of blankets and finally dozed off on each other’s shoulders.

When the smell of bacon and pancakes roused Allura the next morning, she blinked away the sleep from her eyes and stretched into a yawn. She sat up to find the string lights once again sparkling above her, and music playing on the T.V. again. It seemed the power had returned at some point in the night.

Shiro and Hunk’s voices flowed in from the kitchen, but Lance, Keith, and Pidge still laid nearby, all in various degrees of sleepiness. Allura quietly got up and crawled to the fireplace, then popped her head up above the sheets to look out the window at the front yard. Or so she thought.

Where she expected to see a white-covered landscape much like it had been yesterday, she saw a layer of snow packed a third of the way up against the window. She stood up to try to see beyond it, but it remained level for as far as she could see. Where her and Pidge’s snow entity had stood yesterday, there was now a tiny hill just barely distinguishable from the rest of the yard.

And it was still snowing.

“Incredible, isn’t it?”

Allura jumped at Hunk’s voice from behind her. She wheeled around to find him kneeling below with a breakfast plate in each hand and a smile adorning his face.

“Here,” he offered, handing her a plate as she crouched back down. They joined Shiro, who was delivering breakfast to the others before taking up his own spot in the circle again.

As he prepared to take his first bite, Hunk told everybody, “So it looks like we’re snowed in officially now.”

“You don’t say?” Lance joked, taking a bite of his bacon and ignoring the evil look from Hunk.

Shiro took a sip of his cocoa and added, “Weatherman said we got four feet, and to expect another couple today.”

“You know what that means, right?” Pidge posed to the group.

“Rematch?” Lance asked, eyeing Keith, who rolled his own eyes.

“Well, maybe,” she continued. “But more importantly, it means more chances to make Shiro sing!”

Shiro froze, his forkful of pancake halfway to his mouth as he looked like he was considering diving straight out the window and into the snow. “That was a one-time deal, Pidge,” he said as he finally took the bite.

“Perhaps. But I did get it on video, and now that the power’s back on, that means the wifi is also back on, and that means that I can post this gem for the whole wide world to see,” Pidge explained, dangling her phone just out of Shiro’s reach.

Shiro, for what it was worth, was very calm as he set down his plate to the side and wiped his mouth with a napkin. As soon as he was done, however, he sprang to life and lunged after her phone.

As the group fell into a game of keep-away with Shiro and the phone, Allura found herself smiling and laughing harder than she had in a long time.

Shiro was right. Earth storms were fun.

[plothooksinc]

In Your Business: 18, 40, & 60

18. Phobias

What a one to pick.  Mainly, SPIDERRRSS.  I can deal with them from a distance as long as they’re not moving, I can deal with tiny ones as long as they don’t surprise me.  But surprise spiders will make me scream and yeet in the opposite direction, regardless of what’s in the opposite direction.  (That is to say, I’ve hit windows, door frames, and solid manly chests before in my primal attempt at escape.  The last one’s okay, I guess.)  Said phobia extends to spider webs and people making convincing spidery shapes with their hand, go figure.  My phobia to these little shits is so well known around these parts that when I went to see Fellowship of the Ring with a dozen people and that spider crawls out onto Frodo’s shoulder, the whole frigging group leaned forward and watched me instead of the scene because apparently I am that entertaining.  But bonus, generally I had a lot of people who field spider sightings and run interference so I never have to see them.  My housemate knows the difference between a “shit I stubbed my toe” scream and a “I just walked facefirst into an orb web” scream.  It’s uh.  Yeah, it’s pretty bad.

(So please tag your spiders, y’all.)

Since getting depressed and hermitting in my house, I’ve also developed a form of agoraphobia, which is a real bitch and which I actively fight against to avoid having to stay in my house.  It can trigger so badly that I’m afraid of going out under the open sky, though, so I have to be careful how I push it.   And... fire.  Not actually fire fire, but the kind of sudden fire like a match flaring or a gas oven being ignited or just unpredictable pops and cracks.  Fire itself is real pretty if I get to control it.  (Candles are okay.)  I put this one down to a couple reasons, one of which I woke up to my house burning down at 4am once.  Shit happens.

40.  Have you ever been in a fist fight?

Many.  Not for a long time now, which I’m more than okay with.  IIII will leave that one there.

60.  Have you ever fallen asleep at work or at school?

LMAO yes, constantly.  I mean I work from home these days, so when I get tired nobody’s gonna notice if I go power nap for 20 mins to be able to stay awake for the rest of it, but I did used to doze off in the office, too.  I don’t sleep well at night so I guess my brain likes to catnap during the day.  Heck, I’ve fallen asleep during live bands at night clubs before. (Daytona machines are surprisingly comfortable.)

I think I also did at school, but not to the extent I do now.

Thank you for asking!

[kitty-bandit]

4 & 21 for the writing asks. :3

Aaa! Another! Thank you! （*´▽｀*）

4. is there a book you regret selling/donating?

Nope, but there are books I’m upset about lending to someone. I had given a writing book and the His Dark Materials series to a friend about 2 years ago and they have still not returned them. I’m afraid to ask about it now. I haven’t given out books since…

21. what’s your favorite punctuation mark?

Probably this little bad boy right here: ¿Dondé esta el baño?

I just really love the upside down question mark. It’s adorable! And I don’t get to use it enough. ;;A;;

✰Writing Asks ✰

[dudettemal]

Fandom: Voltron Rating: G Progress: Complete Tags:  Physical Hurt; Paladins as family Summary: Keith gets injured while protecting Hunk and Pidge on a mission. After he gets out of the med bay, he is fine, but everybody still treats him like he should be resting. Notes: This is my gift for @BlackKatJinx (who I apparently can’t @) for the @keith-birthday-exchange ! Thank you for your patience!

It was cold.

While he didn’t appreciate the cold per se, he saw the merit in it cooling down the agitating burning injury.

Not far away, but muffled by what seemed like a thousand layers of cold, he heard Kosmo whining. “It’s going to be alright, buddy,” Hunk tried to calm the Cosmic wolf down – or himself. Keith wasn’t too sure on that.

  It had started as a normal mission. As an easy mission even. But of course, nothing ever stayed easy for them. Keith stood protectively in front of Pidge and Hunk, grinding his teeth and wielding both of his swords at once. A slight trickle of blood ran down on the side of his face. He adjusted his grip lightly, trusting Pidge and Hunk to finish rewiring everything as quickly as they could, and charged the next Sentry.

His breath was ragged and he had long since quit counting how many he had defeated, but he was well aware he had to watch his step so he wouldn’t slip on ripped metal pieces.

“—Keith!” Pidge called him. “Keith, we are finished!” He pulled his Blade out of one of the bodies, sparks still flying – the electricity tickling his skin.

He nodded and took a deep breath. “Let’s run before more come.”

Hunk blinked at him. “Are you alright?” he asked, eyes narrowed in concern.

Keith stared at him. “We don’t have time,” he snapped at him, the edge of his sight blurring. “We need to get back to the Castleship!”

Pidge frowned but then nodded. “Let’s hurry,” she agreed and pulled Hunk, who seemed like he wanted to protest again. “Can you call—“ A flash appeared right before them. “Kosmo,” she ended.

The space wolf looked at Keith once before Pidge grabbed his fur and Kosmo latched onto Keith before teleporting them back to the ship.

Coran turned around when he heard them appearing behind him, just in time to see the Galran Ship blow into a million tiny pieces. “Well done, you three,” his voice trailed off towards the end and eyed Keith. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” Keith answered -- too quickly. “Stop worrying about me. It’s just a scratch.” Kosmo whined softly and pressed his nose against Keith’s hand. “Really, don’t worry, buddy. I just need to take a nap and I’ll be good.”

“Stop there,” Hunk told him, “You have a head wound, Keith. You can’t sleep.”

“Hunk is right,” Pidge agreed immediately. “And you have a lot of smaller wounds too—“

Keith massaged his temples. The pain didn’t die down, instead, it slowly increased. His sight still hadn’t gotten better either. “Listen, guys,” he started to argue and blinked when the world suddenly turned. “I—“

  Shiro caught him. Shiro always caught him. “Thanks,” he mumbled and steadied himself, but Shiro didn’t let go of him for a moment longer. “Shiro?”

“You scared me, Keith,” he told him and pulled him into a gentle hug. “Please never…”

“I’m fine, Shiro,” he told him, “Stop being so worried. It barely hurt.”

Shiro sighed and shook his head. “You almost died on us. Do you have any idea how much you were bleeding?”

“I had to protect Hunk and Pidge,” he told him and stood on his own. “It really wasn’t that bad.”

Shiro narrowed his eyes and spread a blanket over Keith’s shoulders. “Come,” he said and Keith followed him out of the room without complaint. But his eyes narrowed when he realized how stricken Shiro’s expression was.

Hunk looked up from cooking when Shiro led Keith into the kitchen, and Kosmo immediately jumped and teleported right in front of Keith, barking happily. “Hey boy,” Keith greeted the Cosmic Wolf. “Did you miss me?” Kosmo barked at him and waved his tail wildly.

Hunk stepped to him. “It’s so nice to see you awake again,” he whispered as if he couldn’t believe it.

Keith nodded. “You and Pidge got out without a scratch, right? My memory ends in the middle of the fight.” Hunk just stared at him for a moment. “Hunk?” And then he was hugged.

“We were so worried, Keith,” Hunk told him and pulled him tighter. “We could have helped you fight, but instead you just—“ he closed his eyes. “—you just decided to do everything on your own again. That’s not fair. We’re a team! You’ve got to share with us!” Something wet dropped on Keith’s neck and he hugged back.

“I’m sorry,” he told him, “But I’m fine.”

Hunk took a deep breath and nodded into Keith’s neck. “Thank Altean technology for that.”

Keith blinked at that and then looked around in the kitchen, gaze wandering over the still stacked plates, the ingredients. “What’s for dinner?”

Hunk blinked. “It’s breakfast, Keith.”

“Can I help you with something?” he asked and Hunk let go of him.

“Just stay,” he told him and lightly shoved Keith to one of the chairs. “Are you thirsty? Or hungry? I’ll fix something up for you really quick.”

“I’m fine,” Keith answered, “And I’m not as bad as Shiro in the kitchen.”

“Hey,” Shiro interrupted, but he sounded more amused than scolding. “I’m not that bad. Hunk is right though sit down. You just got out of the med bay.”

Keith crossed his arms. “Yes and this means I’m healthy again while the two of you look like you haven’t slept in weeks.” He pointedly stared at Shiro.

Hunk slowly nodded. “Do you want to set the table then?”

Keith nodded. “Sure, I can do that.”

 Keith almost dropped the last plate when Allura came into the kitchen and immediately pulled him into an almost bone-crushing hug. “Welcome back,” she greeted him after a moment. “I’m so glad you already woke up.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Allura,” he responded and set the plate down before turning around. “With the way you’re all acting… it sounds like I got a lot more injured than just a few scratches.” He offered Allura a quick smile. “But I’m really feeling alright again, so you can all stop worrying.”

Allura barely kept herself from hugging him again. “It was a lot more than a scratch,” she eventually mumbled. “Without your Galra side… you probably wouldn’t have survived.”

Keith nodded. “I understand, but I still wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“Is that—“ he heard Pidge’s voice from outside before she appeared in the doorframe a split second later. “You’re up!”

Keith snorted. “I get that a lot today,” he told her. “Are you alright?”

She looked at him as if he was crazy. “Of course I’m alright. You made sure of that.” Her hands shook slightly. “But next time tell us when you’re reaching your limit. The mission wasn’t even important, Keith.”

“I didn’t even realize it was that close,” he answered her and she hugged him too. “I’m really feeling alright.”

Allura seemed slightly conflicted. “Hunk mentioned something humans called ‘adrenaline’,” she mentioned, “but Coran and I were reminded of a Galran instinct to protect their families.”

Keith shrugged lightly. “You know, science isn’t my strongest point, Allura.”

She nodded solemnly. “That’s not my point—“

Pidge smiled softly. “It isn’t that important either,” she told Allura.

It was that very moment, Lance and Coran came into the kitchen.

“Number 4,” Coran greeted him warmly, “What a fine morning to see you awake!”

“Yeah, it really is!” Lance pulled him into a half-hug. “You scared everybody pretty badly when you just teleported in and fainted after saying you were fine.”

“I was feeling well, a little slow, but not in actual pain,” Keith explained. “But right now, I’m starting to starve.”

“Food is just about finished!” Hunk responded immediately and turned around with a steaming plate of pastel blue pancakes… that sparkled lightly. “You can already dig in.”

“That smells amazing,” Keith told him and sat down in his chair.

Shiro sighed lightly and sat down next to him. “You don’t realize what I wanted to tell you.”

Keith looked at him. “That everybody cares,” he told him, “but I know that. That’s why I’m going to fight till my last breath for everybody.” He reached for the food. “Nothing you say will make me think differently.”

 Keith sat at the window, watching the storm outside ripping deep violet leaves off the branches. He had no idea what planet they had landed, but it looked surprisingly like earth. If he ignored the colours. The blanket Shiro had given him offered him the extra warmth he craved even though the temperature in the ship was as steady as ever.

He closed his eyes with a soft sigh, mind wandering back to when Shiro had all but locked the training deck for him a few ticks ago. “Do you want tea?” Allura interrupted his thoughts and held out a steaming cup.

“Thanks,” Keith answered and took the offered cup, “What are we doing here?”

She sat down on the bench next to him. “Waiting for you to get better. We weren’t quite sure how long it would take, so we landed here.” His gaze trailed outside the window. “And how much luck we have to be here to see the leaves falling. At auta…” she trailed off, narrowing her eyes in thought.

“Autumn,” Keith offered, “That’s how we call it.”

Allura nodded. “We never had anything like this on Altea.” He pulled the blanket a little snugger around himself and drew her attention with the movement. “Are you cold? Should I raise the temperature?”

Keith shook his head. “I’m good. Just stop worrying, Allura.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I got out of the med bay and Coran said I’m healthy again so you all can stop treating me like I’m going to faint any moment.”

Allura was silent for a moment. “I know that,” she told him, “but I think the scare is still there. Please bear with us a little longer.”

“Don’t worry,” he assured her, “I’m not mad, just bored. I mean everybody got their hobby and mine is training which Shiro decided wasn’t for me.” His gaze dropped outside again. “And I’m from Texas. Nothing that isn’t important will get me out there.”

Suddenly Kosmo appeared with a flash and jumped on Keith. Keith could barely save the tea from spilling on the ground while Kosmo pushed a branch on Keith’s lap. Keith blinked, looking at the leaves in Kosmo’s fur.

“Do you want to play?” Kosmo inclined his head, ears twitching curiously. Then he nudged Keith’s hand until Keith started to pet him.

“What a nice present,” Allura assured the wolf when she ran her hand through the fluffy fur as well. Kosmo yipped happily and waved his tail before slowly crawling onto Keith’s lap, ignoring the branch when it slipped down and licked Keith’s cheek happily.

“Thanks, Kosmo,” Keith said and wiped his cheek on his shoulder before slightly tickling Kosmo. He only yipped again before sliding back down on the ground and barking excitedly.

  There wasn’t much to do in the command centre. Maybe that was why he was allowed there without any restrictions. Kosmo was snuggled into Hunk’s seat when suddenly a transmission came in.

“Keith?” Kolivan’s voice filled the silence of the room and Keith sat up from his place.

“Kolivan,” he greeted, “Do you want me to get Allura or Coran?”

But then Krolia stepped into the transmission next to him. “There is no need,” she assured him. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” he told her, “I’m just not allowed to do anything.”

Kolivan nodded, but there was still concern shining in Krolia’s eyes. “Take care of yourself, Keith,” she reminded him gently.

He smiled lightly. “I know.” Then he looked back to Kolivan. “Do you have any idea when we’re leaving again?”

“No,” Kolivan answered, “As soon as everybody believes you to be healthy again.”

Keith looked at Kosmo who looked at Krolia. “Then I hope autumn will be over soon. It’s way too cold outside and Kosmo keeps bringing me everything between sticks and branches that are so big, they are almost trees.”

Krolia smiled at him. “I told you playing fetch wasn’t the best idea.”

Keith looked down on the table before him before looking back at Pidge. “I don’t think it’s the time for board games.”

But she only rolled her eyes. “It’s going to be fun, Keith. The others are joining us and I think you’re going to murder us if we don’t find something to entertain you with.”

He shook his head in disbelieve but settled on a chair. “I’m not good at board games.”

“That’s fine!” Pidge assured him quickly. “Really, it’s just about fun.”

[hoelko]

Your comic came out looking great! Also I really love your art style. It is so expressive and wonderful to look at. :D

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[blackkatjinx]

An update for my redbubble shop!

Some simple designs; the purple one has a mosaic filter over it. Not sure how it’ll look printed but I like the way it came out!

Second is just some warm colors; I was practicing my blending and liked how it turned out.

Available on more products than what it shown!

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

I am once again asking for some fics! Do you think you could find some dark Donnie fics, please? (Not the 2003 dark turtles but the almost evil, morally dubious kind of dark)

Sure!

The Benefits of Not Shutting the Fuck Up by Floozdooz @floozdooz @floozalicious - Donnie goes to impressive lengths to close Raph's smart mouths (tw tcest, tw dubcon, tw explict)

evil is a relay sport by leones @leonsi - Leo watches Donnie tread a dark line with the death of Don Visovio (tw blood and violence, speciesm)

Harsh Lesson by squishyturtlefuckfics - Casey makes the mistake of showing up during mating season, and Donnie and his brothers take advantage (tw dubcon, elements of rape/noncon)

This art by Snkprprsti from @purple-lamento - Donnie and Leo in the woods together (tw blood, tcest)

This art by @ringingt - I'm sorry, this is just another great piece of art (tw blood, identity issues, medical torture, psychological horror)

Safe by what_should_i_post_here - Donnie pushes Leo's limits (tw dubcon, tcest, explicit content)

White Like Regret, Bright Like Lies by sleepingseeker @sleepingseeker - An injured Donnie is wracked by memories of childhood guilt (tw blood, family dysfunction)

This art isn't actually about Donnie himself, technically, but it's still a great representation of inner darkness by @blackkatjinx (tw identity issues)

Angelo by PrincessFreak - Mikey has a strange, secret life, and Donnie takes advantage (tw underage prostitutions, rape/noncon, heavy non/dubcon due to identity issues, tcest, explicit)

Bloody Chicken by PrincessFreak - Donnie's reaction to Leo's self-harm is not entirely healthy (tw self-harm, tcest, explicit)

Mutant Turtle Sexual Anatomy Observational Study #1 - Puberty by PrincessFreak - Donnie's scientific curiosity leads him to a dark place and a quiet betrayal (tw underage masturbation, non-consensual voyeurism, tcest, explicit, betrayal)

Doctor Donnie by PrincessFreak - Donnie presses the power of his medical position (tw dubcon, explicit, tcest, injuries, blood, betrayal)

What Leo Doesn't Know Won't Hurt Him by PrincessFreak - Donnie engages in the entirely wrong kind of experimentation while Leo lies unconscious in the lab (tw underage sex, explicit, rape/noncon, tcest, betrayal, injuries, medical abuse, somnophilia, guilt, unreliable narrator)

Browser History by PrincessFreak (I'm sorry, this author just does a great Dark Donnie) - Donnie is unusually curious about his brother's secret habits (tw discussions of potentially squicky fetishes, invasion of privacy, underage masturbation, potential tcest)

Baby Brother by PrincessFreak - Mikey has an ugly experience in Donnie's lab (tw underage rape, tcest, manipulation, csa, child on child sex abuse, betrayal, dissociation, internalized victim blaming, freeze response)

Donnie is a Peeping Tom by PrincessFreak - Donnie's secret gets found (tw betrayal, nonconsensual voyeurism, tcest, mentions of potentially squicky fetishes, invasion of privacy, explicit)

Panic Room - Animation Meme (Flipaclip) [ROTTMNT Donnie] by NashaTimes X - Donnie is having some problems in his inner world (tw identity issues, blood, gore, eye horror, unreality, flashing)

ArtRaffle:#1Winner by Nightneko9 - Mikey is confronted by a an altered version of his brother (tw rape, dubcon, possession, link is only accessible to Inkbunny members)

Now this is life by DarkxKitsune - Series where Donnie carefully reshapes Mikey's mind in an attempt to relieve the family's tension (tw tcest, rape/noncon, emotional manipulation, mind control, medical abuse, sexual abuse, explicit)

Obsession by DarkxKitsune - Donnie's obsession with Mikey sends the family on a dark spiral (tw rape, nonconsensual drug use, tcest, explicit)

Collection (Donatello) from Visions: One Word Prompts by Gemma Winchester (PrincessGemma12) @princessgemma12 - 10 sentences about the different universes Donnie inhabits (tw implied teen parenting, violence, darker warnings for the other stories/chapters)

Hushabye by Aubretia Lycania - Donnie is taking care of Raph--except things aren't what they seem, and matters spiral rapidly out of control (tw abuse, medical abuse, violence, injuries, manipulation, ableism)

Choke by BoxedNaga - Fanart/one-page comic about a rather demanding Don (tw dubcon)

Project DxM by ObsessiveFangirl - Donnie catches Mikey messing around his lab one too many times (tw explicit, tcest, dubcon/possible noncon, weird medical shit

Experiment: Neutralizer Orb by GoblinCatKC - Donnie's attempts to discipline Leo take an extreme turn (tw rape/noncon, choking, tcest, explicit, imprisonment)

Compulsion by squishyturtlefuckfics - Donnie and his brothers catch Raph in a dark new game (tw rape/noncon, tcest, explicit, parental incest, sexual abuse, emotional manipulation, betrayal, poisoning)

Mind Meld Part Deux by goldenspecter - Donnie faces the consequences of his actions after "Mind Meld" (kind-of-dark Donnie, anyway; tw betrayal, manipulation, mind control recovery)

Broken words - Donatello by blackdragonsama @blackdragon-sama - Donnie's brilliant mind is pushed to a breaking point, complete with art (tw identity issues, unreality, implied mind control, dark thoughts)

The Chase by Oas1s for Missbille - Mutant Donnie on the hunt (tw blood, implied violence, identity issues)

"Turn" from Drabbles and Slash by her_silhouette - A brainwashed Donnie gives Raph an offer he doesn't know if he wants to refuse (tw implied violence, mind control, betrayal, family conflict, tcest)

Dr Don by Lokrume - An overworked Donnie makes a mistake that leaves him out of control and puts his brothers in danger (tw medical torture, torture, betrayal, nonconsensual drug use, blood, injury, manipulation, gaslighting, identity issues, unreality; this is one of my favorite Dark Dons)

Blackmailing Nightwatcher by Jordancatgirl7 (Aloneindarknes7 - Donnie blackmails Raph with his Nightwatcher identity (tw tcest, explicit, dubcon, unhealthy relationships, blackmail)

Does Machines by GoblinCatKC - Donnie recruits his brothers to use Leo for an unsavory purpose (tw extreme dubcon/noncon, violence, humiliation, manipulation, tcest, explicit)

Get Hooked by soda_coded (orphan_account) - Donnie plays a game with Leo, and the shock collar's at the heart of it (tw dubcon, tcest, explicit)

Chain Of Command by TurtleQuest - Donnie and the others use Leo for this own pleasure (tw rape, imprisonment, torture, betrayal, tcest, explicit, family dysfunction)

"Steel Leverage," "Utility Closet," "Falling into Place," "Installation," "Experimentation," and "Forced Consent" from sub!Leo prompts by GoblinCatKC - The darkest Don/Leo stories from this legendary collection (tw tcest, explicit, different variations of noncon/rape and dubcon)

Mad Scientists by babygirl127 - Donnie's determination to protect his family takes an ugly twist, and April and Casey pay the price (tw implied violence, blood/gore, tortured, unethical experimentation, betrayal, unreality, unreliable narrator, mentioned speciesm)

Hospitality from A Different Path by VenusTheMarvelTurtle - A Foot!Leo story where he gets caught up in Donnie's unforgiving grip (tw torture, past child abuse, nonconsensual drug use, blood, humiliation, starvation; tcest, csa, mental illness, unhealthy relationships, and rape in other stories of the series)

Contradictions by tmntraphfan - Donnie struggles with his feelings while betraying his brother (tw forced feminization, rape/noncon, somnophilia, tcest, explicit, sexual abuse, betrayal, guilt, unreliable narrator)

Paint It Red by cndrow - Donnie's feelings for Raph come to the fore in a very ugly fashion (tw torture, betrayal, rape, dark kink, blood and gore, tcest, unsafe sex, explicit)

"say sorry to the lions, right now" from covered with dead flowers / it was cold it was cold yes it was / cold by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Leo and Donnie clash in the after of Mind Meld (tw implied ableism, past betrayal, past manipulation)

everyday you're a little more decayed by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Donnie's grip on reality is fracturing, and something slips through the cracks (tw unreality, identity issues, body horror)

"Coffee/Tea" from Bitter Winter Nights by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Leo and Donnie share drinks with underlying tensions (tw implied rape/noncon, past character death, imprisonment, implied torture)

"Singing" from Bitter Winter Nights by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Donnie explores some new hobbies (tw blood, instability, torture, medical experimentation)

"Strip Me To My Molten Core" from Midnight Whispers by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Another glimpse at the ugly side of science (tw implied violence, dissection, speciesm, dehumanization)

"Sweet-Edged Cruelty" from Midnight Whispers by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Donnie and his brothers make an interesting discovery (tw gore, speciesm, dehumanization, cannibalism)

[vethbrenatto]

@blackkatjinx​ cursed me with this knowledge and now you all must be cursed too.

[luminyan]

Artist Asks: 📏 💐 🙊

📏 What’s your go-to canvas size?

i go by inches and not pixels, but normally some variation of 5x6in at 300dpi? 

💐 Do your drawing suit your aesthetics?

I think so, yeah!!

🙊 Share your latest silly doodle with no context

[ artist asks!! ]

[altumvidetur]

Kaishin Fic Recs

Previously: Haikyuu!! Fic Recs

So, I was thinking about the coronavirus pandemic and what I could do to help people out. I’m isolated because I’m at higher risk, so I can’t really offer to go out for my elderly neighbors or my family… but I thought I could try to help keep people entertained.

Because I don’t have an AO3 account right now, I’ve been compiling fic recs for my own amusement for a year or so. And I thought – maybe that’s the time to share these with everyone? So everyone will have plenty of things to read while they have to stay at home, or even to escape anxiety a little bit if you’re forced to go out.

Of course, these cater to my own tastes, so you may find stuff you don’t like around here. I never include works in progress. The Mature and Explicit works will be in italic. I ask you to READ THE WORK’S TAGS before continuing, so you won’t find anything that makes you uncomfortable.

I’ve decided to split it in a series of posts, and, well, when it comes to DCMK, I have one major OTP. So here’s enough Kaishin to keep you entertained for a year:

The Dwelling Night, by proser132

Three shot. KaiShin. Brief moments were all they had, but dwelling on dreams is sometimes enough.

In Theory, by orphan_account

Kaito's got a whole list of cheesy and awful pickup lines to use on Shinichi.

(Un)fortunately for him, Shinichi's got just as many to throw back.

As You Wish, by orphan_account

Shinichi hasn't been doing a very good job of pretending he isn't hiding something from Kaito, and Kaito is more than determined to find out what it is -- even if it means asking everyone the detective knows in order to do so.

He just wants to know what all the boxes are for.

you’re the reason i come home, by LunaDarkside

Shinichi comes home after a two-week investigation in New York. Kaito could not be more thrilled.

Lovesick, by DragonSorceress22

"You know what I want? I want a fic where Kaito sends out a heist notice but then he gets sick but he can't NOT go. I guess it could go the other way too, where Conan solves a heist notice but then he gets sick but he can't NOT go. I want to read that fic." "There's tons of fics like that..." And now there's one more.

whispers and nicks and all these tricks, by LunaDarkside

In which there is sex pollen at a heist, and Kaito and Shinichi end up in the same room. Coincidentally enough.

Be Real, by DragonSorceress22

This, KID thought, was what someone reaching their limit looked like.

a study in scarlette, by kittebasu

There are people who want to live forever, and then there is Shinichi, who just wants to live a little longer than this.

wait a minute (so you’re not just losing the dress), by LunaDarkside

Everything is overwhelmingly good. And then Kaito has to go and say it.

“I’ve never done this before,” he mumbles mindlessly against the pliant softness of Shinichi’s lips, and everything immediately stops.

“Wait, what?” Shinichi jerks upwards, eyes wide.

Or, neither Shinichi nor Kaito has any experience, but they make do.

The printer’s a lie, by OrphanText

In which Kuroba has an annoying printer, a very good looking (and mildly terrifying) RA, and general bad ideas up his sleeves (but it works out in the end).

The Alcohol Test, by DragonSorceress22

When your rival-turned-best-friend is a phantom thief who has recently reached legal drinking age, there’s really only one responsible way to approach the matter. Spreadsheets.

Getting Off Track, by solomonara

The easiest way to find out what someone wants is to ask them, so of course neither Shinichi nor Kaito KID is going to do that. (OR: In which Shinichi and Kaito KID take turns falling into each other's arms.)

Wouldn’t Change A Thing, by BlackKatJinx

“Don't you get tired of it?”

“'It'?” He asks.

“Stealing.”

By Any Other Name, by AngelicSentinel

the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you hear them say your name.

Snowed In, by DragonSorceress22

Shinichi and Kaito are exceptionally bad at quiet nights at home.

Go Out With a Bang (Since We’re to Wilt Anyway), by KXL

Love can be cruel, and painful, but Kaito knew that already. Maybe he's just a masochist.

take in another breath (get closer), by Melomaniac

He paused on the threshold of the door between the pseudo-corridor and the seating area, and faintly corrected himself. Not as alone as he thought. Not as alone at all.

Sat by himself, with his chin resting on his hand, an arm loosely propped on the small table, an explosion of paper and assorted important looking documents in front of him, flask of (presumably) coffee held to his lips, was Kudou Shinichi, whose eyes had met Kaito’s when he walked into the carriage, had widened, and hadn’t looked away since.

In which there is a late night (or an early morning), a train, copious amounts of flirting, a phone, a name, and a stolen heart.

Last Day Again, by Phantoms_Echo

(Summary by me: Groundhog Day!AU with Kaito becoming more and more unhinged as he desperately tries to break the time loop he’s stuck in.)

Net Force, by LunaDarkside

Ran decides it's high time for Shinichi and Kaito to get together. Awkward matchmaking ensues.

Of Corset Hurts, by KXL

Shinichi and Kaito are both pretty much done with the situation, though for somewhat different reasons. Both reasons involve overly long dresses to some degree.

Ace up Their Sleeves, by Procrastination_Sensation

Summary by me: Soulmates!AU in which seeing your soulmark in someone else (your soulmate) causes debilitating pain until the two of you kiss.

Murder by Cremation, by KXL

Capturing the lawless monsters who ate people after burning them up was, apparently, the easy part.

Halloween Heist, by Phantoms_Echo

Because Halloween Scavenger Hunt doesn't sound as nice.

Trick or Treat, Tantei-kun! Up for a little Halloween game? I’ve left clues all over town. Find them all, you’ll get a treat. Fail to find them in time, you’ll get a trick. Good luck, Tantei-kun. -Kaitou KID

the suffering of fools, by AngelicSentinel

It's Las Vegas; the lights are bright, the liquor is flowing, and Ran married someone other than Shinichi. He just wants to drown his sorrows, but a half-familiar face steals his drink.

♠ ♦ ♣ ♥ Case Files, by AngelicSentinel

Solving life's little mysteries, one at a time.

one-shots in the suffering of fools universe

A Study in Trust, by Calculatrice

Conan swallows anger and condemnation and, for the very first time, gives Kaitou KID the benefit of the doubt. ________________

In which Conan constantly has to revise what he thinks of a certain thief, and is frankly getting pretty sick of feeling like his subconscious is already ahead of him.

Jacket, by Calculatrice

He turns to look at KID, grimacing as his overlong sleeves swish around him.

“It doesn’t exactly fit me,” he frowns as he points out the obvious. “Does this do anything for you?”

Kiss and tell., by DragonSorceress22

Shinichi might have gotten a little ahead of himself. And KID. Luckily, Hakuba has a level head and a soft spot for lovesick genius-idiots.

the goat one-shot, by helloimtrash

They're family now.

Interrogation, by Calculatrice

Admittedly, there are many things Kaito could probably be blamed for, but pulling Shinichi into the nearest empty hallway to kiss him senseless isn’t one of them.

So It Goes, by Calculatrice

It goes like this.

(In which Murphy’s Law isn’t much of a law - more something to be gleefully stomped on.)

Mii Plaza, by Calculatrice and helloimtrash

“Okay,” Kaito grins as the opening notes of Wii Sports ring out. “Are you ready for defeat?”

“Can’t we just play Mario Kart,” Shinichi frowns, crossing his legs as he watches Kaito push the coffee table out of the way. “It’s like, one in the morning.”

The Forensics of Falling, by LunaDarkside

[FF.Net Link] When fans of world-famous magician and actor Kuroba Kaito begin turning up dead, Inspector Kudou Shinichi is put on the case.

the toxicology of trust, by LunaDarkside

World-famous magician and actor Kuroba Kaito and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Force's star inspector Kudou Shinichi finally get some much-needed time off. Or they would, if there wasn't a killer on their cruise.

(sequel to The Forensics of Falling)

On Familiarity, by lastdream

No one had ever known Kaito quite like Shinichi did, and Kaito wasn't sure he could take it.

Lies and the Art of Relaxation, by DragonSorceress22

Shinichi is stressed and Kaito is a liar. Business as usual.

And Again, by Calculatrice

It’s late, late in the night, and while on another night they may have been awake and neck-deep in plans, or perhaps delirious and making silly conversation, tonight he and Kaito are both curled in bed.

the only bed worth sleeping, by LunaDarkside

Kaito's not a detective, but he's pretty sure there's no logical explanation for Shinichi's disappearance from his apartment. Or for the cat that's shown up in his kitchen.

Magic Eight Ball, by Rikkamaru

Shinichi chases Kaitou Kid into the Blue Parrot thinking he's injured.

(For the Kaishin Discord, which made a "challenge" that a few people took up.)

swing for the fences, by LunaDarkside

"How to Fall in Love with Kudou Shinichi (Featuring Pink Panties, Dead Bodies, and Ill-Advised Bets): A Comprehensive and Kind of Embarrassing Guide" by Kuroba Kaito.

In The Soul, by Calculatrice

Shinichi ferries souls from the shores of the living to those of the dead, so they may pass safely on to an eternal afterlife. It’s really not a difficult concept, and definitely not one he thought could be wilfully ignored, but Kuroba Kaito obviously didn’t get the memo.

even miracles, by LunaDarkside

“No, Mother,” Shinichi says pleasantly. “I don’t think it would be a good idea to host a dinner party to find me a wife.”

bros before, by LunaDarkside

Shinichi needs a fake date for his parents' vow renewal ceremony. Naturally, he asks his best friend, Hattori. 

maybe I was going too fast, by Ann1215

A year after Kaito faces off Conan, who'd figured out his identity, he comes across Kudou Shinichi during their first year of university.

Trouble is, Kudou has no idea who Kaito is.

swear i’ll never leave again, by Ann1215

When Kaito eventually grows tired of his mother's relentless matchmaking tendencies, he ropes Shinichi into tricking everyone they know and love that they're both engaged. To each other. And it's easy enough, because all they have to do is:

1. Don't lie to each other. 2. Don't tell anyone about their plan. 3. Don't fall in love with each other.

At least, it was supposed to be easy.

(See you) Next Illusion!, by PhantomsEcho

Collections of Oneshots too long to fit in Next Conan Hint.

beneath a waxing moon, by kittebasu

The man stares at him, and then shakes his head, messy hair shaking with it. “Car trouble, Detective?” The way his lips curl around the word ‘detective’ strikes Shinichi as strange, eerily familiar, and Shinichi almost has to physically shake the feeling away before he can reply.

“Engine’s making a weird noise,” Shinichi says, and then his thoughts catch up with alacrity, his muscles tensing all at once. “What makes you think I’m a detective?”

“Police tags on your car,” the man replies, grin growing wider. “Plus this is a Camry from the nineties. No one drives those but police, these days, and regular officers drive patrol cars.” He leans forward a little, gloved hands circling his helmet and lowering it slightly to his handlebars for extra balance. “Far from undercover, if you know what you’re looking for.”

The cloud cover shifts, revealing the gorgeous full moon, and the light catches the man just right, surrounding him in a pearly glow and putting his face in shadow. “And you know what you’re looking for?”

broken glass, by jadedgalaxies

KID presses Shinichi into the wall, covering his mouth with a gloved hand and shushing him quietly. Shinichi’s heart thrums. KID isn’t looking at him but every part of KID that is pressed against Shinichi is electrified. Even amidst the circumstances that led to this moment, KID’s heartbeat is steady under Shinichi’s trembling fingers. His hair tickles Shinichi’s nose, his scent sweet and overpowering. KID is warm, alive, thrilling. Shinichi’s face warms.

In this moment, beneath the pale moonlight, helping KID evade arrest, detective Kudou Shinichi realizes he’s in love with the Phantom Thief, Kaitou KID. And he probably has been for a long time.

-

Shinichi realizes he's in love with Kaitou KID and that's just the beginning.

Owned and Never More Free, by Curry Jolokia

Kaitou Kid is uncatchable. Except for this.

about a love that glows, by LunaDarkside

The good news is that it’s not an overt time limit on his life, and it’s not anything parasitic. It’s not a life-force drainer, or a bad luck charm, or a magnet for unfortunate circumstances. It’s not going to bother him in day-to-day life.

The bad news is that if Shinichi falls in love with someone, he’ll die. And they’ll die.

(There is no good news, really.)

the empty vault of night, by AngelicSentinel

Shinichi offers Kid a gift. For a price.

Sound of Silence, by Cesela

His return to being Kudou Shinichi was not everything he had hoped for, not with Ran moving on, a limp and a shattered soul as he struggles with the return to normalcy. And then there’s the neighbour with a soft smile slowly battering down his walls. Kaishin / Shinkai

A Case Closed Carol, by solomonara

With apologies to Charles Dickens. Shinichi is working way too hard and has zero time for Christmas or anything else, really. But a rather unlikely source is about to put him back on track...

where villains spend the weekend, by aishiteita

A former teen sleuth enlists a should-be-retired-thief's help to slap ennui in the face.

(Alternatively, a study in motives.)

always ends in a hazy shower scene, by LunaDarkside

Shinichi didn’t mean to shack up with an internationally wanted thief.

[astrodances]

Prove It

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Happy Halloween everyone, especially to my @vldhalloween giftee, @blackkatjinx! With all the treat ideas they gave me, it was only logical to turn this into a fluffy Halloween party! 💚👻 And for the record, I can attest to the fact that food goo tastes like green apple jolly ranchers (because of SDCC), which will help explain some things in the story. 😜 I hope you enjoy!

"Boo!"

"AAAH!"

Coran's wail and a flail of limbs were met with bemused laughter from Lance as the advisor fell back against the floor. The bridge was deserted save for the two. Everyone else was scattered around the castle, getting ready for the Halloween party the paladins had insisted upon having that night.

Lance continued to chuckle as he positioned the jack-o'-lantern he used to scare Coran with at the corner of his station. "There. Now your area is fully decorated, too."

Coran glanced from the Blue Paladin down to the pumpkin at his feet. Hunk and Keith had found the odd vegetation at a deserted planet a few quintants ago, and came back with a lion's share of them (at Hunk's insistence). According to the boys, they were a little more purple than they were used to back on Earth, but they served their purpose well enough. Which apparently was scaring Coran with carved faces in them.

"...I think I liked it better when it was just pumpkins at your guys' stations. That way they were all behind me," Coran muttered as he took Lance's hand to help him up.

"Aw, but look, this one has a mustache carved into the back, just for you!" Lance twisted the gourd around, revealing the perfectly-carved fluff of hair, and Coran relaxed a bit. He could handle the ugliest and the most gruesome creatures the universe had thrown at him so far, but there was something particularly unsettling about Earth designs. He'd have to make a note to avoid them should they ever visit their planet.

"That's...better," he said warily, dusting off his uniform. "Keep it like that and it can stay."

"Deal."

"Anyway, I thought you were getting ready for the party," Coran noticed. He was still getting acquainted with all the traditions of the holiday, but if he'd gathered his intel right, then Lance should've been in a "cos-toome" by now, not still in his usual green jacket and blue pants.

Lance shuffled his feet, looking at the floor between them. "Yeah, about that...could you help me with part of it?"

Coran straightened his posture, ready to serve. "Of course."

The reassurance seemed to do little for Lance's sudden nerves, as he rambled, "See I...I thought it'd be kinda funny to dress up as the Black Paladin, y'know, after that whole 'musical lions' situation..."

Coran quirked an eyebrow at the unfamiliar phrase, but let him continue.

"Of course it'd be out of respect and all to the position, I just...I want to prove to Shiro that I can be a good leader, too." He let out a weak laugh. "And dressing the part is a big step towards that, am I right?"

"Lance," Coran placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, urging him to look directly at him. "Being the Black Paladin, any paladin, isn't about the armor you wear. Look at you now, you're flying the Red Lion while still wearing blue! It's about the leadership qualities you possess, about being able to bring the team together to form Voltron. And right now, Shiro is the most qualified for that spot. But believe me when I say, you don't need black armor to prove yourself. You're well on your way to being a brilliant leader."

Lance smiled softly back at Coran, who got a sudden flash of inspiration in the back of his mind, causing him to smirk mischievously and finish his next thought with a wink. "But that doesn't mean it can hurt to dress up like our heroes from time to time."

"Does that mean you'll help me?" Lance's eyes sparkled with hope.

Coran looped his arm around his shoulders, pulling him close as he led him off the bridge. "And then some, kid. And then some..."

Coran's help was something, to be sure. It was easy enough for him to create a black set of armor for Lance to wear, but the flourish and the buddy costume Coran had for himself were a sight to behold.

When the doors slid open to the ballroom where the party was being held, everyone had different reactions, but they were all a form of either shock or awe or both.

There stood Lance and Coran, back to back with perfectly-timed lights and a smoke machine announcing their arrival. Lance was in his black paladin armor, with a blue cape draped across his shoulders and clasped at his collar, his bayard rifle resting confidently against his hip. Coran was in his own paladin armor, an outfit only Allura had seen before (but she still nevertheless giggled at), with a matching red visor and cape completing the look. He struck a pose with a sword he had borrowed from the training deck. Together the two looked like quite the leading duo of Voltron.

Hunk was the first to break the hush that had overtaken the room with an enthusiastic "Woohoo! Go Lance!"

The room gradually fell back into its party atmosphere as Lance scanned the room for Shiro, who he finally saw on the far side of the room, his mouth hanging wide open.

Lance blushed at the sight, then turned to Coran. "Thanks for helping me, Coran. This-" He waved his hand between the two of them. "-helped a lot."

Coran beamed proudly, and replied, "Anytime."

As they parted ways, Lance gulped down the butterflies that were starting to flutter in his gut. He made his way over to the snack table, where Hunk had outdone himself once again with his cooking skills. There were so many treats and drinks available, Lance knew he would have to try them all by the end of the night. For now, however, he settled on picking up two candy apples coated not in caramel, but a thin veil of food goo. The paper in front of the plate had them labeled as "Goo'd Space Apples." Lance rolled his eyes in amusement at his friend's pun as he walked away from the table.

Now came the moment of truth.

Shiro hadn't wandered far from his original spot when Lance got to him. He was decked out in a sweater vest, wearing Pidge's glasses, and carrying a "Universe's #1 Space Dad" mug (filled with "Goo'd Cider," Lance noticed).

"Hey, Space Dad," Lance said as he reached his boyfriend. He held out an apple. "Space apple?"

"Thanks." Shiro took the treat, giving Lance's costume a once-over before quickly looking away with a blush. "I...I really like your costume."

Lance seemed to be as nervous as Shiro. "It's okay I did this, right? I mean, I know I'm not the leader of Voltron and all, but, y'know, the idea kinda just came to me and it seemed too funny to pass up."

Shiro raised an eyebrow at Lance's behavior, before realization dawned over him. "For what it's worth, I'd think you make a great leader," he declared with a proud smile.

Lance returned the smile with one of his own, then focused on his apple as he admitted, "I just hope I get the chance to prove it one day."

"Well, I don't know what the future holds," Shiro began, before suddenly leaning down next to Lance's ear. "But with that armor on, I think I know one way you could prove it tonight."

As Shiro placed a kiss on his cheek and stood back up, he could only laugh at Lance's stunned face.

It was going to be a fun night.

[bluelixn]

This is my entry for the Shance Flower Exchange of 2019 for @blackkatjinx

@shanceflowerexchange

I used the prompt Fairy AU and Daffodils & Violets, I hope you like it lovely 💜💙

By: BlueLionWrites

Summary: As a child, Prince Lance was privy to the legends of the fearsome Unseelie Fae that ruled over what was now known as the Raven’s Keep; it was once a mighty kingdom of towering stone castles overgrown with ivy as black as sin. A thousand years later, a new threat has invaded the Seelie Kingdom of Helianthus and Lance must fight to protect his homeland. When he’s injured in battle and separated from his people, Lance is rescued by an unlikely saviour.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18836467

[kitty-bandit]

@blackkatjinx - Thank you!! I was really proud of it at the time. I still am, tbh. It was quite the accomplishment to finish something so long. ;w; I’m always surprised when people recognize it and tell me they liked it. XD

[ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender]

Day 21: ART

read it on the AO3 at Day 21: ART

by BlackKatJinx

Keith didn’t consider himself a petty person, but he wasn’t above revenge either.

Words: 278, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Keith draws on Lance's Face, That is It, That is the fic, Keithtober2k18, Day 21

read it on the AO3 at Day 21: ART