#the most romantic confession in the whole solar system

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It finally happened!

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solarballs fics masterlist

A collection of ALL my solarballs fics, all 35 (and counting) of them! I don't even know how I wrote most of these in a month; most of these fics are part of the same universe, an alternate universe heavily relying a lot more on fantastical lore and complex characteristics of each character rather than scientific accuracy. Most scientific theories have been handwaved or explained differently. I'll be posting them in chronological order to better understand the entire series.

Spacetime Continuum Extras

Extra scenes, headcanons, concepts, prompts, and designs of my Alternate Universe. Used as a companion piece for the main series as a whole.

As The Years Go By

Uranus reckons his past relationship with Jupiter as he deals with his present feelings for the largest Gas Giant.

(A/N: This is a Jupiter/Uranus story first and foremost, with other relationships like Jupiter/Saturn, Saturn/Planet X being in the background. Because this is set in a nebulous, pre-canon era, all of the characters are based on my interpretation of what they were like.)

History is a Story Told By the Winners of the Fight

Jupiter commits murder, and he's in bad shape to even think about anything else. Uranus and Neptune help plot his schemes.

Ursa Major

Callisto's creation and what comes after. Featuring some Jupiter and Callisto father daughter bonding!

Pride Cometh Before The Fall

Saturn and Planet X find out Jupiter's best-kept secret and undermine his authority.

The Consequences of Our Actions

Five times Earth and Theia are warned about their sharing of orbits, and one time the warnings ring true- but it's already too late.

Moons Should Know Their Place

Luna has recently formed from what he believed had been space debris; yet why are some planets looking at him like he'd committed a crime?

After the Battle

Jupiter and, additionally Saturn, did something bad a few billion years ago. Just how bad was it?

Masterless Cattle

After kicking Tyche and Planet X out of the solar system, the giants along with the remaining planets talk about dividing their spoils of war, such as paraphernalia of the deceased and banished planets, the moons, and new orbits, along with some emotional confessions along the way.

A Name Forged From His Skin of Sins

The beginning of Ganymede.

(A/N: This one is more of the fanon interpretations of the character and its origins. It's for the plot I swear!)

Still Living The Same Life

One shots covering Ganymede's new life.

Nature Abhors A Power Vacuum

Jupiter and the VOICES.

Remember My Name

Planet X's ejection, the aftermath of it, and the begining of their fall from grace.

Seeds of Love Planted in a Faux Gift

Saturn finds out about Jupiter's less-than-stellar vision. He helps in his own way, not predicting the consequences coming with it.

Lamentations of a False King

Thousands of years after the conflict that had shook up the entire solar system, Jupiter and Saturn talk about their regrets and understand each other a lot better. Meanwhile, Saturn's promise to Planet X continues to break down.

Tsunami

Neptune's capture of Triton in egregious, gory details.

(A/N: Because of the new episodes, this fic will be considered divergent from the Solarballs premise of Triton's origins. More eldritch and messed up things happen in this fic.)

Accidentally In Love

Jupiter confesses his romantic feelings for Saturn, who reciprocates; not before discarding a terrible secret that will haunt him for eternity.

Everyone Knows

Jupiter tells everyone that he and Saturn are together. The reactions reaped are mostly positive with... a few odd ones out.

It Starts With Sorry

Saturn apologizes to Jupiter for the things he'd done to him during the Proto Era, letting himself be honest about his feelings just this one time. Jupiter forgives him, because of course he does.

When the Paint Dries

The seventh planet's views on his artistry over the eons.

Break The Cycle

The Giants find out about the revolution, but instead of becoming angry, they realize they are perpetuating the same mistakes as their Sun.

(A/N: This is canon divergent and doesn't really happen. This is a simple "what if.")

If You Need To Be Mean

Mercury thinks about the past often, and how so many things have changed in the past four billion years. Not for the better, according to him.

Saturn's Moons Hanging By A Thread

In the aftermath of the Moon Revolution, Saturn's moons return to their planet and back to their old lives. However, one insult against Titan goes too far, and he finally lets all his feelings over being their main punching bag out in the open.

(A/N: This fic and the next two fics are canon divergent from the episode "Saturn Gets His Moons Back!" But The Moon Club will still happen, although Europa and Ganymede will be included.)

Galileo Figaro

Following Titan leaving his orbit after a spat with his fellow moons, he ends up in Jupiter's orbit talking to familiar faces, who end up, surprisingly, sympathizing with his situation.

Moon-Eater

Saturn uses his power to give his moons a stern talk and a fair warning about the consequences if they ever take things with Titan further than normal. Titan finally gets an apology from one of the moons.

Mars, God of War

Even Mars once had an ocean on its surface. Even the red planet was given the chance to shelter life before it led to its destruction.

(A/N: No longer canon! This one-shot is a what-if conspiracy theory is true, thus I wrote it.)

Take On Me

A collection of moments in time covering Mars and Earth's very tumultuous relationship. Includes copious amounts of codependency and pining from both sides as they struggle to pretend they're not at their wit's end.

I Need Someone To Remember Me

Mercury, Venus, Earth, and Mars talk about the planets they've lost during one of the rare times they hang out. Surprisingly, they're acting civilized for once; as civilized as they can be.

You Didn't Know?

Planet X returns to the solar system, not only to gloat at how he is still alive but also to enact the first part of his revenge: to tear Jupiter and Saturn apart with the only promise Saturn had broken.

(A/N: Canon divergent for the future Planet X arc.)

Aftermath

The return of Planet X has ever-lasting consequences on the dynamics of the solar system. The Giants are the first to feel its effects.

(A/N: Canon divergent from the Planet X arc.)

Antithesis

The Iris and Earth are complete opposites in both action and concept. They talk about it.

(A/N: Canon divergent from the Planet X arc, and focuses on a crossover for plot.)

Mania

Earth has had enough of humanity taking advantage of him and destroying his resources, so he retaliates by making their own home planet their biggest mortal enemy, forcing them into submission. Three hundred years later, Astrodude is sent as an ambassador to convince the Earth to stop his massacre of human lives.

(A/N: Canon divergent and futuristic fic. Not actually compliant to the main story as a whole.)

You Want What You Can't Have (Ooh Girl That's Too Damn Bad)

Planet X is allowed to return to the solar system, and is struck by how in love Jupiter and Saturn are- because it had been them and Saturn first.

Lucifer Morningstar Had Once Been Beautiful

Planet X is self-conscious about their appearance, and Saturn notices, trying to do something about it, despite the wounds they've inflicted on one another.

War and Destruction

Planet X has been dealing with their feelings since returning to the solar system, but these violent emotions often come to a head when they are alone. Mars is tasked to help them through it, due to their destabilized relationship with the Giants.

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I posted 668 times in 2022

That's 668 more posts than 2021!

78 posts created (12%)

590 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 652 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#sherlock holmes - 493 posts

#john watson - 327 posts

#sherlock bbc - 299 posts

#fanart - 185 posts

#queue the very best of times - 137 posts

#acd canon - 127 posts

#bbc sherlock - 85 posts

#johnlock - 60 posts

#granada holmes - 57 posts

#221b baker street - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#at least thats my impression but i havent studied history and maybe thats why i feel a bit helpless attempting to approach it theoretically

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I think it's absolutely hilarious that ACD canon Dr. Watson makes a list of Sherlock Holmes' skills and weaknesses during their first week of living together. It's right after finding out that Holmes knows nothing about the solar system, and Watson is compiling the list to figure out what exactly is his flatmate's profession (but he fails and throws the list "into the fire in despair") - and, if you ask me, also because he's just so intrigued. (I mean, what kind of person makes a list about their flatmate's skill set? I lived with a lot of people at university, but I never made such a list. Don't tell me I'm the weird one here!)

So, the first hilarious thing is that Watson captions the list

✨️Sherlock Holmes - his limits✨️

He doesn't write "Sherlock Holmes - his skills" or something similar, because Holmes has doubtlessly already displayed such a weird and astonishing variety of knowledge (and bragged about it) that it feels much more satisfying to Watson to write about his limits. Watson even confesses: "I couldn't help smiling at the document when I had completed it." Just saying.

Also notice how he starts the list with the things Holmes knows nothing about.

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282 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#4

Okay, so, let’s pretend for a second the creators of the show are right and neither John nor Sherlock have any romantic feelings for each other. What do you make out of this, then?

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322 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#3

First five episodes of Sherlock: Look at me, I'm a witty show about a detective solving cases together with his best friend (???), full of funny little moments and a great aesthetic

Everything after that: Haha gotcha, no, I meant it when I said it, I will burn the heart out of you, oh, and also break every bone in your body while naming it, and I hope you drown slowly because CONGRATULATIONS, everything that will happen from now on will fill you with an aching sadness

363 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

#2

I just realised that when Mycroft kidnapped John and offered him money to spy on Sherlock, he probably didn't actually want him to say yes. It was a test. He wanted to see if John was trustworthy or if his loyalty could be bought (this might also be the reason why he introduced himself as "an enemy" of Sherlock!) and would therefore pose a threat to his brother. Probably if John had said yes, Mycroft had taken all the necessary steps to prevent him from getting too close to Sherlock. (Maybe he has even done something similar before???)

425 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sherlock searching the whole flat for cigarettes like a madman is so funny because he could easily leave the flat and buy new ones, but no, he wants John to witness just how extra Sherlock is and how desperate he is and oh oh! oh! jail for John! jail for John for One Thousand Years!!!!

601 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

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21 times Jane and Jacqueline from the Bold Type gave each other their heart (part 1)*

*I wanted to create a Janequaline gif museum of art and 10 wasn't enough. Part 2 is here.

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I have been so struck with Jane and Jacqueline from the Bold Type. I can't believe how little their relationship has been analysed. They have one of the deepest connections out of all the couples on the show and I can’t unsee their burning love for each other. Most of their interactions (at least in seasons 1-3) are sensual, captivating, complex and honest. In scenes where Jane wants to be sick from nerves from being around Jacqueline, I WANT TO BE SICK FROM NERVES. Their chemistry is that deep-rooted and bloody dreamy.

They push each other out of their comfort zones, call each other out when they need to, and live in full love and respect for one another. Oh and every time they are around one another, you can just tell they want to fuck.

And here's the thing.

If Jacqueline was a male character, there is no doubt their relationship would be seen as romantic, heart-stopping and so, so, so sexual. They would be end-game.

I find this so frustrating.

Why can't Jacqueline and Jane be an actual thing, in an actual mainstream tv show? Why can't they normalise and celebrate relationships with two consensual women with an age gap, who love each other and are attracted to one another? Why are older women in shows deemed as nothing but ‘mother figures���, even when faced with dialogue such as "I want to live up to your expectations SEXUALLY" shows their dynamic is not purely platonic?

It's like as soon as women reach a certain age, they are portrayed as one dimensional - motherly, sexless characters in no way capable of being in a romantic relationship with a younger woman. (Jacqueline literally oozes sex and Jane is obsessed by her, so this couldn't be further from the truth.)

Beneath the surface, Jane and Jacqueline's relationship is so much more than a simple platonic mentorship with mother/daughter vibes. I don't think the show writers anticipated how strong their chemistry would be. It’s like the writers went half-way with it, giving the flirtation and longing looks between them without allowing it to happen because Jacqueline can only ever be a mother / mentor.

I wanted to write this post because we deserve female romantic relationships with healthy age gaps like theirs in mainstream media, on a show which champions all different types of relationships. Their relationship is important and it should be seen.

Together, Jane and Jacqueline’s potential to be two gay queens is SO real, it hurts. So, here's the moments they showed that, and gave their heart to each other (part 1).

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1. Jacqueline refuses a phone call from Beyonce, in favour of staring at Jane with her mouth open. She's literally like, nah I'll call her back, i'm not done at making Jane reveal her soul to me. Special shout out to "No shit, Andrew", still one of the best lines ever. (S1, E1)

2. Jane submits one of her first articles, and Jacqueline tells her "It's excellent" while staring at her like she's her whole Earth and Jupiter and Mars and Solar system with spitting asteroids everywhere. (S1, E1)

3. Jane is nervous every time she's alone with Jacqueline. She has hypertension and just lets everything slip out. E.g. the classic confession: "I want to live up to your expectations sexually."

The sexual tension in this scene - r.i.p honeys, don't resurrect me. (S1, E2)

4. Jacqueline calls Jane late at night and they talk about her difficulty writing an article about never having an orgasm. The most mumsy convo ever riiight = no.

And yet... Jacqueline holds on to every word she says. (S1, E2)

5. Jacqueline constantly has to set professional boundaries with Jane, reminding her that she is her boss. This because a) In the beginning, Jane is kinda the most unruly and shit employee in existence and b) Their tension is cuttable via a knife. Daddy Jacqueline wants to keep her close, but not too close. (Every season, every scene)

6. Jacqueline invites Jane round to her posh gaff, and they sit on the sofa telling each other they love each other with their cute emotional retinas and hand holding. She also met her dog. (And hubby + kids but the dog is most significant.) (S1, E6)

7. Jane pitches Jacqueline a butt facial article, where she says "I am very interested in butt facials", and tells her she'd actually get one to write it. Jacqueline suddenly can't remember how to breathe and her ice cool exterior goes to shit. (S1, E8)

8. Jacqueline sees Jane laughing with Pinstripe, steps out of her office and says, "Jane, we need to talk." The territorial tigress will see you now. (S1, E9)

9. The whole scene of actual SEX GAZES where they are standing by the elevators, and it is unclear whether Jacqueline saw Jane's notebook with her Incite/Scarlet pros & cons list that she left in her office.

You cannot tell me Jacqueline's look there isn't a 'come to bed with me now' look. What is she saying if not that?!?! I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT ELSE IT COULD BE. (S1, E9)

10. Jane finally tells Jacqueline she is leaving Scarlet and she cannot hide how heartbroken she is. She looks like she is internally crumbling.

When she finds out Pinstripe cheated on her she looks 99% less bothered than this. Scarlet & Jacqueline are the actual loves of her life. (S1, E10)

I'll never forget working for you.

See you in part 2 where we can all collectively cry some more about how perfect they are.

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My Dearest Procyon

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Prompt: Karma / Kneel

Ship:  Logicality

Note: I had planned on writing another chapter of My Dearest Procyon but a friend seemed to be having a rough day so I wrote here some fluffy Logicality instead. 

Logan sat at his desk, back straight with perfect posture as his pen glided across the paper before him. It was late. Far later than Logan typically allowed himself to stay up. He set a strict schedule for himself and he tended to ensure that he stuck to it. 

Still, as he glanced at the clock on the shelf above his desk, he frowned. 02:14 AM. His bed time had passed over four hours ago. He adjusted his glasses before focusing back on the written words that seemed to fail him. 

“Dear, 

Dearest,

My Dearest Patton,

I have recently discovered, I have come to realize, I have many things that I wish to discuss with you, but I do not know where to begin. I have never quite been very skilled at discussing things of an emotional nature. To my good fortune, you have always been there to guide me in the direction needed when the occasion arrived for such things. 

I unfortunately find myself to be inadequate in your presence. I can not begin to describe to find to express Despite my intellect and extensive vocabulary, words fail me. It appears that despite my many attempts to discuss the topic of my experience lack of emotional response physical and emotional reaction to your presence, I have failed. 

I fear I may have made things worse by attempting to gain some insight into expressing my troubles by speaking to Roman. He does seem to have an innate ability to woo our more somber friend.  He claimed that I was incapable of speaking to you about these responses due to his state being ‘shook’. Though, I am not quite certain what he means and why he claims ‘shaken’ is grammatically incorrect, but he made his point clear. 

It appears that while I am in your presence, I am unable to think properly due to a number of chemical reactions. I will admit, I had pursued research on the topic for fear that whatever the cause of my lack of judgement, this perpetual state of incoherence may prove to be permanent . Roman assured me that this is karma though it is still unclear as to what Hinduism has to do with any of this. 

It would appear that when I am in a close proximity to you, my brain releases dopamine, adrenaline, serotonin, estrogen, and testosterone creating an intoxicating mixture that, in Roman’s words, causes me to ‘ghost’ anyone and everyone near me. I am unsure about his choice of vernacular, but his point was clear. 

It is apparent that I care for you a great deal more than I have ever cared for another person. You are the figurative star at the center of my solar system. You shine more brightly than the sun itself. Every time I am gifted with the sound of your laughter, my heart breaks with the overflow of emotions the sound causes.

Furthermore, to compare you to a star is admittedly unfair. Though I have a passion for astronomy, the sorrowful beauty of a star could never measure against your own. Stars are dying structures billions of years away from Earth. Most of which have already died and remain ghosts in the sky. You are nothing so morbid. 

Your light and beauty are everbright, never to be extinguished even within the test of time. Your warmth and protection, the light and beauty you bring out from within all of us, these are qualities which will never die. Therefore, you can not compare to a star when a star will inevitably fail. 

I fear that even these words prove to be insufficient withmy intention. I am no poet and I do not pretend to be such. However, I am not ashamed to present another poet's words to assist me in my attempt at disclosure. 

The words of Geoffrey Chaucer come to mind when I think of the way you affect me. His poem, Rondel of Merciless Beauty, seems to express my feelings towards you adequately:

Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;

Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;

Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen. Only your word will heal the injury

To my hurt heart, while yet the wound is clean—

Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;

Their beauty shakes me who was once serene. Upon my word, I tell you faithfully

Through life and after death you are my queen;

For with my death the whole truth shall be seen.

Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;

Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;

Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen…..”

Logan read the words once more, taking in the numerous lines of red ink, striking through unnecessary sentences. His frown deepened before he tore the page out with a frustrated huff. He crumpled the  page violently between his hands, tossing it into the already overflowing bin next to the door. 

This was utterly hopeless! He was not some romantic protagonist in one of Roman’s poorly written romance novels! There was no reason he couldn’t just walk up to the smaller man and confess his feelings like an adult!

A knock at his door made the lanky individual start, heart pounding against his chest in surprise. He glanced at his clock once more: 02:17 AM. No one should be up at this hour. Even Virgil tended to be in bed by now. 

He pushed to his feet, pulling the end of the tie that hung loosely over his shoulders from where he had unfastened it in his frustration after his seventh draft of the letter. He deposited the wrinkled silken fabric onto his desk before moving to curiously pull open the door. 

Patton stood just outside the fairly spacious bedroom dressed comfortably in his cat onsie, a steaming mug in his tired hands. He peered up at Logan and offered a small tired smile. Logan’s heart stopped.

“Well, hiya,” Patton greeted, his usually chipper voice a bit sluggish with sleep, “I saw your light on, on my way to get a glass of water. I figured you’d probably be up with one of your late night projects so I brought you a cup of joe, Lo,” he chuckled, shooting Logan a wink. 

“I-I…” The taller man stuttered, face flushing in panic, “I.. Yes.”

The answer to a question Patton most certainly didn’t ask, had his brows furrowing. It was obvious that Logan was once again short circuiting, but Patton graciously chose not to comment on it. Instead, he offered the warm mug out to the larger man, giving him another one of those million dollar smiles Logan had just been writing about. The taller man practically swooned.

“You’ve been staying up well past your bedtime lately, kiddo,” Patton commented, glancing down at the bin next to his roommate and the crumpled papers scattered around it. “What a mess! You really have been working hard, haven’t you? I worry about you sometimes,” he continued kneeling down to pick up one of the balls of yellow stationary. “You’re such a busy bee. You really should allow yourself more rest, bee-cause sleep is important,” he laughed as he started unraveling the page, “What are you working on anyways?” 

Logan willed himself to move to no avail. He needed to get the paper away from the smaller man! He needed to do it now! Despite his attempts, Logan’s arms remained stubbornly where they were, both gripping the ceramic mug in his hands so tightly that his knuckles were pale. 

His body heated with embarrassment as his gaze became glued to Patton’s gentle features, taking in the way his forehead dimpled as he concentrated on what he was reading. 

Logan could scream if his body wasn’t betraying him in such a horribly demented way! Why was he allowing this?! This could ruin their friendship! This could be the last time he would be allowed to see Patton because he allowed his emotions to get the best of him! He needed to shut them down and shut them down now!

“Oh,” Patton breathed softly, sending a spike of terror through Logan’s heart. “Oh my.” The spike dug deeper causing the gangly geek physical pain. 

“Patton, I can explain-” Logan rushed, finally finding his voice.

“I had no idea you felt this way,” the smaller man breathed, peering up at his roommate, gaze glistening with the threat of tears. 

Logan was no longer convinced that a ‘spike’ was a good analogy. No, he was fairly certain that his heart had just been hit with an explosive ice grenade. He had made Patton cry! He would never forgive himself for this! He deserved-

“This is beautiful, Logan,” Patton added softly, lifting a hand to wipe away the tears, stopping Logan’s panic in its tracks. “I wish I had known…”

“You… You think so?” Logan asked lamely, the cup shaking slightly in his hands.

“Of course!” Patton chuckled, pressing the wrinkled paper against his chest. “Are all of them like this?” He asked, glancing down at the piles in awe.

“Well… To some degree,” the taller roommate admitted, taking a step back to glance at them as well. “Some are admittedly more composed than others.” 

“Logan…” Patton’s voice cracked around the word, the tears beginning to flow more freely now. 

Logan set the mug aside quickly, unsure of how to respond. He was not very good at comfort, that was Patton’s department. He reached out for the smaller individual, knowing Patton prefered physical contact.

“I’m so sorry, Patton. It was not my intention to upset you!” he rushed.

“I’m not upset, Logan,” Patton chuckled wetly, covering his face. “I’m just so happy. I thought I… I didn’t know you… I didn’t know you could feel that way, much less about me!” 

Logan blinked at him in surprise. Patton wasn’t upset? No, he could see the small dimples on his cheeks that usually were an indication of his large grin, even though they were currently hidden behind his hands. Patton was smiling. Relief washed through the taller man.

“Patton, may I,” Logan paused, still unsure of himself but feeling his own happiness warm him. “May I embrace- oof!” 

He barely managed to get the word out before Patton was slamming into him, arms tightly wrapping around Logan’s waist. The little man was surprisingly solid against Logan’s chest as he returned the hold. 

Patton buried his face in his roommate’s dark polo, his tears leaving small damp stains as he breathed in the earthy scent of wood and lavender that always seemed to cling to the other man. It was a comforting sensation that Patton had often found himself thinking about late into the evening when he was unable to sleep.

They remained that way for some time, hovering in Logan’s doorway silently, clinging to one another as if they letting go would cause them to drown. 

“Does this mean, if I were to venture an inquiry, to say, dinner this Friday, you would be inclined to accept?” Logan asked finally, flushing.

“Yes! Of course!” Patton replied without hesitation, pulling away just far enough to peer up at him, face beaming with happiness that caused Logan’s breath to hitch. How could one man be so breathtakingly beautiful?

Without a thought, the taller man’s hand lifted to Patton’s check, bending low to brush his lips against the small peak of the other’s nose. 

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‘It's the Heart that Really Matters in the End’ Chapter 1: The Way to a Man’s Heart

So this is just gonna be a short fluffy, hurt/comfort post-tfp story (no more than 3 chapters), cause I thought we needed more cheery fanfics :)

Author's Note: A fun fact for y'all is that this fic was originally named 'The One Where Molly Bakes Shit' lol! I hope y'all enjoy this plot bunny that implanted itself into my head yesterday.

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               Molly Hooper was a strange woman. Unique, but most definitely strange. This is what went through Sherlock’s head as he stared at the package that now sat atop the counter in Mycroft’s home. It wasn’t large, nor was it miniscule. He wasn’t sure what was inside, but he knew it had been personally delivered by her. A lump rose in the detective’s throat as his mind flashed back to the day before. That phone call should have torn his friendship—and potential romantic entanglement—with Molly to shreds, and yet, here she was delivering mystery packages to him.

               Sherlock stepped closer toward the package as if he were frightened by it. He could smell the light, flowery scent of her perfume, but mixed with the scents of lemon, ginger, and—was that cinnamon? “How peculiar,” Sherlock mused.

               “What’s peculiar, brother mine?” Mycroft Holmes inquired. “You act as if whatever resides in Miss Hooper’s package will harm you.

               “Perhaps it will,” Sherlock snapped in irritation. He paused, took a breath, and continued in a quiet voice, “After all, I deserve it.” Though Mycroft wasn’t good with emotions, he could tell his brother crestfallen.

               “We don’t have time for this, Sherlock,” Mycroft reminded him. “We must meet mummy and father soon.”

               Carefully, Sherlock pulled one of the ends of the fabric bow tied around the package, unraveling it, and opened up the box. Peering inside, he found a variety of baked goods: lemon cakes, cinnamon raisin scones, and the ginger nuts he loved so much. There was a letter addressed to him lying on top of the pastries. Attempting to swallow the lump in his throat, Sherlock untucked the envelope’s flap and retrieved the letter.

Dearest Sherlock,

               It has come to my attention that you were in distress yesterday. Anthea refused to say anything more on the matter other than the fact that all of our lives were on the line—in our case, the phone line.

               Sherlock allowed himself a small smile, unable to keep from hearing Molly laugh at her own joke.

               I’m not angry with you; it’s imperative that you know this. I never intended for my deepest secret to be revealed to you, so for both of our sakes, can we pretend it didn’t happen? I apologise for forcing your empty words; that wasn’t fair. I should have noticed the rising panic in your voice right away, but I allowed my emotions to get the best of me. I see why you suppress them; they’re a nuisance sometimes. Mycroft gave me a teensy bit more information, telling me it was a family matter, and that your parents will be in town today. I couldn’t sleep last night, so I thought I’d bake the scones for your parents, as it’s their favourite, and lemon cakes for Mycroft.  I know you love your ginger nut biscuits, so I thought you might like some. No, you don’t have to share.

               His heart lurched at her words, unable to fathom Molly’s unwavering kindness and love. To just let the situation roll off her shoulders took a strength that Sherlock had always admired about her.

               Writing this next portion if only for my benefit. I feel that writing this to you would be cathartic for me. After you read it, we will both never speak of it again…deal? Okay, her it goes…

               Sherlock Holmes, I love you. I always have and always will. I know it is unwanted by you, but it’s not something that can be controlled; believe me, I’ve tried. I never said anything, because I don’t expect anything. Treat this factoid as if it were as meaningless as knowledge about the solar system.

               Regardless of what happened yesterday, know that I am here for you. If you need to talk, you know where to find me.

Love, Molly

               “Well?” Mycroft asked impatiently. Sherlock said nothing, but allowed his brother to read the letter for himself, only after having torn it right before Molly’s written confession. That was for him alone. Mycroft couldn’t read his brother’s emotions, as they were conflicting, but noticed him slide the torn piece into the inside pocket of his Belstaff before promptly turning away. Something stopped him, though, and he doubled back to snag the ginger nuts before heading to his temporary bedroom.

               Sherlock couldn’t help but mull over the contents of Molly’s letter. The portion of it he carried near his heart was the bit he was most concerned about.

Meaningless. How could Molly ever believe what she felt was meaningless to him? After all, in retrospect, it was her love that saved him on multiple occasions. But did she realise that? Probably not. Sherlock’s heart felt as if it might burst. Everyone he cared about made it out alive last night, and though his sister’s vivisection was a nightmare, Sherlock couldn’t deny the one good thing that came out of it. His carefully constructed walls were in ruins, but the flood of emotion coursing through him was no longer unwelcome. Sherlock thought emotions and sentiment were only destructive, but he found himself feeling rejuvenated. He never felt so alive, his heart thrumming with uncontrollable emotions.

He looked at the time on his watch, and knew they would have to head to Mycroft’s office in less than five minutes in order to beat their parents there. This was going to be the hardest part. There would most surely be tears, and definitely anger. When mummy was angry, she was an unstoppable storm of rage. Sherlock heard Mycroft call to him that it was time to go. Once more unto the breach, he sighed.

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Molly flopped down on her sofa, already exhausted. It was only ten in the morning, and she had already seen Greg who had—on Mycroft’s orders—searched her flat and removed the cameras from whatever had happened the day before, and she delivered baked goods to the Holmes brothers and their parents. The night before, she had been downright distraught, but upon closer inspection, she realised something had to be wrong and that was when Greg had called her whilst he was on his way to rescue John, Sherlock, and Mycroft. She found out that 221B had blown up, but everyone survived, and that John had been stuck in a well for God knows how long. Sherlock had been frightened and panicky during that call, and it made her heart ache for the both of them.

The weirdest part of the whole thing was that Molly couldn’t seem to get ahold of Meena at all for the last couple of days. She had tried again this morning, but still nothing. This was unlike her friend to not immediately pick up her mobile. Just before coming back home, Molly had gone to Meena’s flat to visit, but the landlord informed her that she hadn’t been home in days. It was an entirely separate mystery that made absolutely no sense.

So, now, Molly just sat lazily on the sofa, flipping through channels on the telly, but nothing held her attention for long. She was feeling restless, wishing she could fast-forward through the day so that she could go into work for the night shift already. This was the kind of restlessness that ended up in her kitchen looking like a disaster as she baked to her heart’s content. Maybe, she thought, I’ll just see if John thinks Rosie would like some company.

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7, 32, 42, and 92 !!

7. How tall am Iyoooouuuu i swear why are you like this

I’m 5′ exactly unfortunately

32. Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?oh for sure reasonable level like id hate to blast out my ears and ruin em, but i do sometimes raise the volume just barely enough to block out some stuff

42. Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?FUCK YEAH I BELIEVE IN GHOSTS like the supernatural is a really big thing in my household also yes i believe in aliens like dude im studying astronomy rn and like thinking that our solar system revolves around the our star, the sun, which is just one of the billions of stars in this galaxy, the milky way, which is just one galaxy out of millions in this universe how the heck can there be just one planet in this whole god damn universe thats got life on it like that just cant be right manalso one of the rules we learned about our sun, our solar system and our earth was: “There’s nothing really special nor is there a reasoning behind our existence.” like my professor legit was like “what makes you think you’re the only one? there’s a lot of things out there that have life in a similar likeness” and i was like damn u rite

92. What kind of people are you attracted to?okay romantically? i tend to find that im attracted to ppl who i at first perceive to be really popular, beautiful, hot, clique-y sort of people who would never look talk to me let alone give me the time of day but then i get interested and we become friends and i find out that they’re super down to earth people who find the world to generally be not the nicest place and still choose to be as impossibly kind to everyone without having bias and making sure to be open minded to both new and different types of people as well as concepts and topics regarding themselves also usually theyre usually the type of person who knows that theyre in the middle of a process they know that theyre growing and theyre working on it and they wont give up and they dont plan on letting those around them give up either like yeah theyve got their faults and all but its the fact that theyre self aware and active on the idea that they want to improve that makes me just so happy to get to know and like them they also usually tend to put their whole heart into whatever it is they love whether it be their work, their hobby, or even super tiny lil small things that they think not many others care about, they still love it anyways and so whole heartedlylike without a doubt every time im just so happy that i get to like them and be with them, even when we stay just friends, in fact its even better when we can cause i like to keep them in my life and like it just makes me really happy even being able, being allowed to like them the way i do, being able to make them laugh and smile, see sides of them they dont typically show the public, or even being able to be a person whom they can rely on at times like im so lucky that i am allowed to do that and when i get the chance (usually in cases where i have confessed or whatever) i try to thank them and let them know how happy it made me the fact that i was able to make them happy at times, that i was able to participate in thatfriends wise? i noticed that theyre all super really big different lovable dorks like everyone is so different theres some people ive got a real specific frequency with when it comes to humor but ive been realizing that the people who i really can call my friends, the people who ive taken with me on this journey as im learning where i wanna put myself in the world and just how i fit into everything, theyre all people who at some point or another have done a self assessment and are trying desperately to improve upon themselves, to not only achieve their dreams and goals, to not just do the little things they wanna do like join a band or write a poem or talk to a class of 30 about naruto and i could not be more proud of all of them theyre all people who are really earnest and gentle souls who are way supportive of me and are just big positive energies in my life, i wouldnt be able to be where i am now had it not been for them, as of right now were all going our separate ways cause thats just life but i couldnt be happier for the future cause im so happy to see where theyre gonna go in general theyre all super amazing people who thrive on self growth and taking steps forward while also joking about the fact that sasuke would most definitely be holding energy swords or even doing a modern cosplay of naruto characters or just having debates about soup like im really lucky

[thezodiaczone]

March Forecast for Taurus

Lights, camera, action! March begins with a full moon in Virgo and your dramatic fifth house. In like a lion, indeed! This showstopper kicks off an action-packed month. There’s a rare PAIR of full moons (on March 1 and 31). Just like in January, they fall on the first and last days of the month, bookending March with exclamation points. And two planets—Mercury and Jupiter—will turn retrograde. It’s a time to reflect, integrate and process while also making the major moves prompted by the full moons.

If you’ve been reeling from the eclipses on January 31 and February 15, March could help you start to make sense of it all. This year has sent most of us off to the races. There haven’t been a lot of quiet moments to work through all the energy that’s gotten stirred up. You KNOW it’s time for a change…but what, how, when and where?

For you, Taurus, talking it through with your tribe could be the perfect prescription. The Sun is in Pisces and your eleventh house of groups, networking and technology until March 20. Whether you’re hopping into a lively Facebook group chat, trying out a new social scene or discussing every topic under the sun over tapas, Pisces season is prime time for connecting with kindred spirits and exploring new perspectives. Get out of your head and into the world. Your exploratory dialogues might even lead to a new collaboration, especially around the March 17 Pisces new moon.

Another reason to widen your viewfinder? Intensifier Mars is in Sagittarius and your laser-focused eighth house until March 17. While this is a fruitful time to research and do work that requires heavy concentration, you could also come down with a case of Taurus tunnel vision. Watch a tendency to obsess, as well as a green-eyed streak that could spark jealousy or the temptation to compare yourself to others in your field. Healthy competition is one thing—and you should always surround yourself with people who inspire you to go higher. But rivalries will eat away at your soul and take your eye off what YOU need to be doing.

How can you balance this hyper-focused Mars energy against the contrast of the Sun in your social eleventh house? Well, you could workshop some of those grand ideas with a trusted circle. A mastermind or coaching group could be the perfect place to get insightful feedback. A relationship or joint financial venture could heat up to sizzling with red-hot Mars in this merger-minded zone. In fact, you could meet your next great love or business partner through mutual friends or at an event. The soul connection could be off the hook, so RSVP “yes” instead of hiding in your cocoon.

With your intuition dialed up to such a high frequency, you’ll be able to read people like a large-print book. Be careful about playing guru (even if you’re qualified for the role), or you could end up zapping hours on needy friends and energy vampires. Strong boundaries are a must now.

A key relationship might benefit from a big step back starting March 8, when expansive Jupiter turns retrograde in Scorpio and your seventh house of partnerships. Jupiter will reverse through this interpersonal zone until July 10, giving you a chance to reflect on your closest ties. Which ones are worth nurturing, and which are in disrepair? Be discerning about where you put your energy.

Jupiter first entered Scorpio on October 10, 2017, and it will be here until November 8, 2018, a once-every-12-years transit that brings massive growth to your closest bonds. Since the fall, a relationship may have developed at warp speed. Maybe you parted ways with a longtime love or collaborator. Or you recognized a need to hit “refresh” and get out of a rut by switching up your roles, traveling or doing personal-growth work. Jupiter’s slowdown gives you a chance to rebalance and gain perspective.

Since retrogrades can bring back the past, an ex could resurface—and under Jupiter’s truth-telling beams, there could be serious #realtalk in order. An old issue you were sure was resolved could come up for reconsideration. Philosophical Jupiter could also find you wondering: Is honesty always the best policy with people? And what does that even mean? Transparency and authenticity are vital, but not everyone can handle the tell-all candor. Nor do they need to know EVERY secret, doubt or desire that runs through your head, Bull.

Hash that out with a confidante or a trained professional instead of treating your business partner or S.O. like a pop-up confession booth. Maybe it’s NOT them but something in yourself that needs to evolve. Use this cycle to investigate, rather than rushing to act. That could mean pulling the brakes on a fast-moving relationship or putting negotiations on ice.

You’ll have even more reason to rest starting March 20, when the Sun slips into Aries for a month and activates your restful twelfth house of healing and closure. Duck below the radar and do some internal reflecting. Slow down, catch up on sleep and don’t force anything. On April 19, el Sol will head into Taurus and reset your solar calendar for the year. You’ll have birthday parties to plan and energy to jump-start new initiatives. For now, tie up loose ends and finish what you’ve already begun.

Besides, communication planet Mercury will be retrograde from March 22 to April 15, which can muck up travel, technology and interpersonal affairs. Mercury will backtrack through Aries and your foggy twelfth house, which will make it hard to advocate for yourself or express your thoughts clearly. This transit has “mental vacation” written all over it. You won’t be coming up with any clever #micdrops now, so best not to try. Deactivate or log off of social media for a spell and use this period for soul-searching, creative exploration and healing work.

The one day to come out of your cave and tackle a major undertaking—whether that’s decluttering your house, starting a workout program or cleaning up your diet—is March 31. The month’s second full moon (or “blue moon”) falls in Libra and your sixth house of health, organization and efficiency. The celestial spotlight is on your wellbeing and bringing balance back into your universe. Evaluate which systems and habits are serving you and where you can trim the excess. You could hire a savvy service provider and bid adieu to any slackers on Team Taurus.

Love & Romance

Even as you’re saying sayonara to dead weight at work, you’re ready to roll out the welcome mat when it comes to your love life! The month gets off to a rollicking start for single and attached Bulls, thanks to the year’s only full moon in Virgo and your fifth house of passion, romance and creativity. If you’re single or in a “too new to call it” relationship, the chemistry could ignite like a Roman candle. Stay connected to your heart because you might have some big decisions to make in the coming weeks.

That same day, the “benefic” planets, romantic Venus and expansive Jupiter, form a golden trine, showering your love life with feel-good juju. Venus in Pisces is warming up your friendship and technology house until March 6, and Jupiter is parked in your partnership realm. Under this “all’s fair in love” mashup, friends can become lovers, or you might strike LTR gold online. Couples could be ready to go all in or take a next step, like starting or expanding a family, since the fifth house also rules fertility. (Not the goal? Be vigilant in the protection department if that applies to you!)

These two simultaneous celestial events could have the opposite effect, of stripping the shiny veneer off someone who doesn’t have keeper potential. If this isn’t “the one,” what at first felt like major sizzle could just as quickly fizzle. Grieve if you must, but focus on the silver lining: You won’t waste any more time on a dead-end connection.

With passionate Mars in fiery Sagittarius and your erotic eighth house until March 17, you might be tempted to cozy up with any warm (and appealing) body. “Going the distance” may be less important than the short-term rewards. All fine and good, but stay aware that the intense sexual chemistry could stir up equally potent emotions, including old issues of trust and jealousy. As you bare your bodies, it’s hard not to expose at least a bit of your soul. And if that’s even remotely dishonored or leaves you feeling too vulnerable, it could unleash some raw and hard-to-contain anger. Have a contingency plan in place for dealing with that—perhaps a therapist or energy healer who can help you use this to reach a breakthrough.

A big day for that comes on March 11, when Mars forms a catalyzing trine to disruptor Uranus in your twelfth house of closure and healing. You could decide to dive all the way in with someone—or call the whole thing off. A word of caution: Before you rush down to City Hall or call the divorce attorney, remind yourself that these two impulsive planets can spur you to act irrationally. There may be a mother lode of buried emotions that needs to be processed before you act on them.

With love planet Venus in Aries and your introspective twelfth house from March 6 to 31, it’s a perfect time to let off the gas, even taking a break if you need. The good news? On March 31, Venus will enter Taurus for a few weeks, bringing back your sexy swagger and confidence!

Key Dates

March 13: Venus-Saturn Square Sober Saturn can’t help but deliver a reality check, and when the ringed taskmaster collides with the love planet, this eye-opening realization will probably affect some aspect of your love life. Where are you invested more in fantasy than what’s actually happening? Be proactive, and catch yourself daydream-believing before you get hurt.

Money & Career

Don your lab coat and investigator’s chapeau! Intensifier Mars is in Sagittarius and your eighth house of joint ventures, research and long-term finances until March 17. Whether you’re researching cryptocurrency, evaluating an investment or joining forces with a strategic partner, you’re ready to take a deep dive into all the minutiae. With activator Mars in this collaborative zone, you might pool money, talents or time for mutual gain. How can you create a win-win where everyone prospers?

A large expense or money stress could brew with Mars here, but necessity is the matriarch of invention. Use it to catalyze your own efforts—think of it as a fire burning under you, not a crushing weight. This is also a great time to consolidate and pay off debt more aggressively or to take the shears to your credit cards.

With Mars in this impassioned zone, watch for a competitive streak that could eat you up inside. Yes, it’s important to look at what others in your field are doing, but within reason. Remember that nobody can do YOU better than you. Perfect your own magic formula instead of trying to borrow someone else’s recipe for success.

An unlikely breakthrough moment could arrive on March 11, when Mars unites in a fortuitous trine with innovative Uranus in your twelfth house of creativity and the subconscious. The trick: You’ll have to step out of your analytical left brain to manifest this miracle. Creative work, meditation, even a vivid dream could be rich with messages. Pay attention to signs and serendipities today. But don’t just sit there—act on them! Sometimes you have to do things that scare you, and with both planets in motivating fire signs, this is no time for navel-gazing!

Your dreams get a boost from March 17 to May 16, when Mars sails through Capricorn and your ninth house of entrepreneurship, growth and learning. This is prime time to launch a big venture or to sign up for a workshop to enhance your skills. And hey, how about getting some help around here? The March 31 full moon in Libra illuminates your sixth house of employees and systems. Consider creating new systems for Team Toro or implementing software that brings more efficiency to your workflow and abundance to your bottom line!

Key Dates

March 11: Mercury-Saturn Square People can be (extra) stubborn and passive-aggressive, so you might need to put up firmer boundaries around how much you share. Make sure someone is 100 percent trustworthy before giving them all the details. You may need to dish out some tough love with a colleague who’s got one too many excuses. Spell out expectations clearly—and make sure you’re not being sloppy with your work.

Love Days: 1, 6 Money Days: 23, 13 Luck Days: 20, 11 Off Days: 19, 31, 9

[hailqiqi]

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I finally got around to editing this thing.

“LANCE!!”

He’d barelytaken two steps forward when Pidge barrelled into him. Her arms squeezed himtightly as she buried her face in his chest, flyaway honey-brown hair all overthe place, and time stood still for a heartbeat.

Her hair stillsmelled the same.

Then themoment was gone and he was swamped, swept off his feet and into Hunk’s bigarms, tugged on and squeezed and ruffled and kissed by Shiro, Allura, Keith andCoran, and he felt tears sting his eyes and escape down his cheeks because theywere finally, finally back together.

He’d missedthem.

Later on,sitting on the floor of Blue’s hanger, Lance found himself wishing that theCastle could stay on Earth forever.

After almosthalf a decade stuck in space they’d finally had the option to go home. Visit.Stay, even. Build lives for themselves.

Shiro haddeclined, saying that there was still work to be done in the universe, andKeith had said there wasn’t anything for him back on Earth. Lance hadn’t beenexpecting any different from them.

Hunk’sdecision to stay on with Voltron had surprised him, but not much. Hunk missedhome, but he felt like the rest of the universe really needed him and he had todo what he could to help.

Then Pidge hadconfessed that she was staying on too, terrified of waking up screaming aboutmemories in the closet if she returned home for good. She was worried thatnormal life might make the nightmares worse.

Lance hadwanted to stay on too, but the moment he saw his mother again he knew he had togo home. He’d put her through enough already. His family needed him, and by Godhe needed them too. Not a single day had gone by when he hadn’t thought ofthem.

And then thebitter irony was that not a single day went by when he didn’t think of hisfamily up in space.

He hadn’trealised how lonely it was to be alone in his head until the Castle had leftthe solar system and the bonds had faded into distant pinpricks of starlight.The shocking intrusion when they’d roared back to life that morning had madehim feel whole.

But they wereonly going to be here for a week, and then he was going to be alone again.

“Didn’t thinkI’d find you moping on the first night of our visit.”

Lance jumpedin surprise, spinning around to find Pidge leaning against the wall near thedoor, arms crossed over her chest. Her hair fell to just below her shoulders,and she was wearing an off-the-shoulder emerald-green top, three-quarter blackpants and a rueful smile.

He couldn’tstop his eyes from roving over her, taking her in. Had she always been thisbeautiful? Probably, but she’d definitely gotten even prettier while they’dbeen gone. Or while he’d been gone.

Who was itthat left who?

“Uh,Castle-Ship to Lance? You in there man?”

Lance started,then shook his head. “Yeah, sorry. I just…” He gestured absently at the spacearound him. “…Yeah.”

She smiled,then wandered over to sit beside him. “Blue missed you, you know. Allura wouldalways complain about it.”

“Both of themhave been telling me all about it,” he replied, laughing.

Pidge smiledagain, and they fell into an easy silence, gazing up at the Blue Lion. Therewas just enough distance between them that they weren’t touching, but Lancesuddenly felt far too hot anyway. Had it always been like this? He couldn’tremember.

“I missed youtoo,” Pidge said quietly, bumping his shoulder with hers. He turned to faceher, his hand moving automatically to tuck a stray strand of her hair behindher ear. She smiled warmly as he rubbed his thumb along her cheekbone,marvelling at the softness of her skin, and then she was leaning towards himand resting her head on his shoulder and the world felt a little more rightthan it did before.

 A moment later, Pidge spoke again.

“So… Iremember something about you taking me salsa dancing one day?”

Lance pulledback to look down at her with wide eyes. “Are you serious?”

Pidge grinnedup at him. “Well, neither of us can sleep, and we’re in Cuba, and you have acar, so…” She shrugged, feigning innocence. “Why not?”

Lance threwhis head back with a laugh, then met her gaze with a smirk.

“Do you have adress?”

 —

 Two hourslater and they were giggling together on a crowded dance floor in Matanzas,faces flushed with exertion. They came together, stepped away, around, andback, and maybe it was just the atmosphere in the club but Lance feltelectrified.

He sent herinto a twirl and caught her against his chest on the return, and when shegrinned up at him Lance felt his breath catch in his throat. Then she pushedaway from his torso, straightening up and declaring a need for water beforedragging him through the throng of customers towards the bar.

They’d playedat this before. Stolen kisses, tentative touches, even furtive nights spentpressed together as they worked off the adrenaline from whatever near-deathexperience they’d had that day. He’d liked her and she’d liked him - of that hewas sure - but they’d never really talked about it, and Pidge had avoided mostof his efforts to do so. Lance had never figured out what she was so afraid of,but he hadn’t seen the point in pressing the issue at the time.

Now he foundhimself wishing that he had. His mom would’ve understood better if there was agirlfriend he was staying for.

Pidge tappedhis arm, breaking him out of his thoughts. “Hey! You have to pay the guy!”

Lance groanedas he dug his wallet out of his pocket. “I thought you asked meout?”

“Yeah, but Idon’t have any money,” Pidge shrugs apologetically as she hands him a coldbottle of water. “Besides, I thought you said guys always pay on first dates?”

Lance lookedat her sharply, hope blossoming in his chest. “Is this a date?”

“I’m wearing adress and heels, Lance. It had better be a date.”

“Well then,”he said, taking a swig of water and offering her a smile, “Looks like this isdefinitely a date.”

 —

 Another fewhours saw them sitting on the hood of his car, watching the sun begin to riseover the Caribbean at Varadero.

After the clubthey’d wandered the streets, soaking in some of the old town at night, and thenLance had decided he should show her his favourite place on Earth and drovethem over to the resort town.

It was past 3a.m. when they arrived and everything was long shut, but that hadn’t felt likea problem. Just being there together felt like more than enough.

And aftertwelve months apart, there was plenty to talk about.

She’d laughedand complained that she still couldn’t drive, he’d asked about her family (Mattwas heading back up with Voltron this time, but her dad was staying on Earthwith her mom), she’d asked about his (everyone was doing fine and he had a newniece). She’d told him more about the year they’d been apart - more about thelittle daily things that she knew he missed the most, rather than the meetingsand battles that the others had filled him in on earlier - and he’d talkedabout his new life on Earth, how he was still trying to figure out what he wasgoing to do with his life now that he was 22 with no qualifications.

They’d goneover options - he had a decent amount of money from royalties and Pidge hadinsisted on splitting her trust fund with the whole group, so the choicesranged from ‘Go back to the Garrison’ to ‘Buy a yacht and sail around the worldselling ice cream’ - and now the conversation had petered out, leaving them tiredbut happy as they watched the sun slowly peek over the horizon.

Lance knew thesight was breathtaking but instead he was watching Pidge, smiling at the wayher face lit up and her mouth dropped open in a small ‘oh’. She was entranced,and he found it entrancing.

“I thought amillion sunrises just ‘happen’ all over the galaxy,” he teased, poking her inthe side with a finger.

She squirmedand turned to face him, laughing. “Yeah, but this one’s different. It’s your sunrise.”A blush bloomed across her cheeks as she spoke, painting them a charming pinkthat made his heart beat faster.

Lance grinned,poking her again for emphasis. “Who knew Katie Holt could be romantic?”

Pidge battedat his hand, laughing, then fell silent as he caught her hand in his and heldit firmly.

“Pidge…” Hestarted, heart pounding.

“Lance…” Shereplied, eyes fixed on their joined hands. Then she swung her gaze up to his,determined and fierce, and Lance was suddenly reminded of why he fell in lovewith her in the first place.

“We’re goingto leave in a week. We probably won’t see you again for another year, orlonger.”

Lance closedhis eyes, his heart already aching at the thought. “I know.”

“Can I asksomething selfish?”

He nodded,surprised.

“This time,when we leave…” She paused, glancing down and taking a deep breath beforemeeting his gaze again. “Choose me. Please.”

Lance let goof her hand and cupped her face, trailing his fingers around to the back of herneck to tug her slowly towards him as he leaned down. A brief meeting of lips -their first kiss in over a year, he reminded himself - and then herested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes and revelling in how closeshe was.

He wanted tostay with her.

He loved hisfamily, but they had their own busy, adult lives. The only adult life he knewwas the one he’d shared with Pidge.

He shouldprobably think about it more, but he already knew the answer. He’d known itsince the moment the Castle left twelve months ago.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Okay.”

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Mutual Pining

Mutual Pining

Nightmares (14864 words) by Trashness Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Allura (Voltron) Additional Tags: klance, Fluff, wow i can’t believe how self indulgent this is, best friend hunk, Shiro is all knowing and supportive as hell, Pidge does not have time for your bullshit, Did I Mention Fluff, Homesickness, Canon Universe, oblivious boys Summary:

Lance’s nightmares are getting out of control. It’s effecting his and the team’s performance, but he’s at a loss for how to fix this.

Apparently sleeping next to a warm body helps.

Name (14110 words) by MayaThisIsMadness Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Lance’s Family (Voltron), Keith’s Mother (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, kind of sort of - Freeform, nonbinary pidge, Cuban Lance (Voltron), Keith and Shiro are Siblings, there is angst, Mental Health Issues, it will be fluffy, I’ll update the tags if need be Summary:

Lance didn’t really think he’d ever see motorcycle boy again. Keith didn’t think flower shop boy would remember him. Neither thought their lives could shift so dramatically.

it’s an imperfect magic (12141 words) by DovahFinn Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Pining, Mutual Pining, keith is emotionally constipated, Happy Ending, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, First Kiss, Nonbinary Pidge | Katie Holt Summary:

“Okay, fine. Yeah. I’ll train you.” Lance jumped for joy, letting out a whoop before engulfing Keith in his arms. Keith hated hugs. But Keith loved Lance. And Lance is an impossible person to stay distant from. — AKA Keith didn’t even know unreciprocated soulmates were POSSIBLE, so of course fate gave him one and then got him stuck in space with him.

(Don’t worry, the angst doesn’t last forever.) Rated T for language. Mostly Keith’s language.

Sweet Dreams (14382 words) by MayaThisIsMadness Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Matt Holt Additional Tags: Fluff, klangst, dream - Freeform, Hallucinations, Canon Universe, this is basically a lot of fluff with some side angst, Happy Ending, btw like everyone gets a pov at some point, Kinda Cracky Summary:

A mission goes a little wonky and Keith ends up… alien drugged? He is stuck in a dream where he has everything he wants out of life, but how would the crew react if he chose not to wake up? How will Keith react to all of his space friends when he eventually does wake up? Will we ever know? Yes, actually, because SURPRISE! That’s actually this fic’s plot

it’s not fair (3018 words) by albino_yeti Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron) Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Pining, Mutual Pining, references to past abuse, Trust Issues, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks Summary:

Keith falls for Lance, but his brain won’t let him do shit about it.

Pluto (1587 words) by bluepaladiiin Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron) Additional Tags: Stargazing, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, You think I am kidding but I am not, also this is a gazillion years late oh well, for klance week everyone! Series: Part 6 of Our Solar System Summary:

The first time Keith sees Lance as an actual good human being, and not just an annoying voice constantly echoing in his head, is surprisingly not when he saves Coran from the explosion on the castle. No matter how heroic and big that one moment was, it wasn’t the first thing that alerted Keith’s heart that it may be in more trouble than it had previously calculated.

Or, Keith is realising that Lance is not just jokes on the inside. Everyone has hidden depths, even the most shallow of people.

I’m With You (6372 words) by spacegaykogane Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron) Additional Tags: klance, Hurt Keith (Voltron), Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, So much angst, so much pining Summary:

Lance pinned the whole mission down to four huge missteps: The first was in sending Keith with him.

the stars are bound to change (50828 words) by angstinspace Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Original Characters Additional Tags: klance, Kidfic, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Pining Keith (Voltron), Minor Injuries, Slight Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, like….really slow burn i’m so sorry Summary:

Both paladins turned to their new, small alien companion. She lifted her head to look at each of them in turn, her eyes round. Keith laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“How about you, Zola?” he said. “Are you ready to go?”

She didn’t answer right away. Then she hesitantly asked, “Where are we going?”

As he made eye contact with Lance over her head, Keith could have sworn he felt something electric in the air: a simultaneous resurgence of determination.

“We’re going to take you home.”

Keith and Lance rescue a little alien girl from a hostage situation and bring her home … and learn a few things about themselves and each other along the way.

Keith is Broken (5144 words) by Hayleythewriter Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron) Additional Tags: Fluffy, Fluff, soo much fluff, 2 fluff 4 you, fluff stuff, Cheesy, romantic, Comedy, rom com, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Love Potion/Spell, Lance c a n n o t deal, Gay Keith (Voltron), Pining Keith (Voltron), Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Dorks in Love, Pidge and Hunk are laughing it up, Space Dad Shiro (Voltron), Shiro will fix this, Allura is perfect as usual Summary:

Keith is under some sort of love spell, and 404 error Lance's chill not found, we are sorry but the chill you are looking for does not exist

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Solar Systems

Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day!!! I rlly wanted to do a little snowbaz fluff since I haven’t done it in FOREVER so ye here is to one of my all time favourite ships who I hope are sharing sour cherry scones and grossing Penny out by being two nerds that are deeply in love.

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Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch thought he was safe on Valentine’s Day. Sure, Watford High always had a dance and people where constantly bugging him about who the lucky lady would be, but none of that really mattered. It seemed to be one of the only days Baz could get his true feelings out, and they happened to be for a boy with bronze curls.

The thing with Simon Snow is that he was handsome. He was average height with messes of bronze curls piling on his head and the brightest of blue eyes. His laughter bubbled out of his chest naturally and it infected everyone in the room with a smile at the least. He wasn’t on the sports team, sure, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t popular. Pratically every girl in the school had a crush on him for as long as they could remember, and that’s why, on Valentine’s Day when Simon Snow opened his locker, pieces of paper with notes from secret admirers and little chocolate hearts crashed onto the floor, covering him in a mist of love.

That’s why it was easy for Baz to slip the note in his locker. It’s not like Simon would notice anyway and it was the best way for Baz to finally let this silly crush go. So that’s why he took out a pen the night before and a crisp sheet of paper, and wrote in neat cursive writing:

“Dear Simon Snow,

I don’t expect you to read this. I’m sure that you have tons of other things to do, going along your perfect life and such, but I thought that I should take this opportunity to say the truth.

If the world was a solar system, you’d be the sun. The brightest one in the galaxy, burning on for ages and ages without ever flickering. You’d be there every morning, waking me up with your joyful smile and telling me goodnight with a sleepy kiss. I would be a planet, orbiting around you for years on end, not once drifting away as I begged to get closer and closer, but something always held me back. So I’m stuck in this endless loop of you, seeing your toothy grin in the morning and hoping to get a goodbye in before you disappear again.

The truth is, I know my emotions are just a fantasy. They could never be reached by someone like me, of all people. But still, I do hope that you find love, Simon Snow, for you, of all people, deserve it the most.

With lots of love,

Your secret admirer.”

Baz folded the letter up, not thinking twice about it as he shoved it his satchel, tossing and turning about what the next day could bring. Before he knew it the sun broke across the skyline and his phone chimed, telling him it was time to get ready for school.

During first period he asked the teacher if he could use the restroom and slipped the note into his locker.

—

Penny’s eyes widened at the stack of chocolate and cards, looking at Simon.

“What’s all this? I thought we said we weren’t giving each other Valentine’s gifts.” Simon ran a hand through his curls.

“These all showed up at my locker,” he murmured. If it was possible, Penny’s eyes widened even more.

“Simon!”

“I know Penny. How do I make it stop?” She picked up a cheesy card that said, “Be my Valentine,” and snorted.

“I don’t think you can make it stop, Simon. Everyone thinks you’re the handsomest boy at the school.”

“But I’m not….” Simon says, his mind wandering to other candidates. Penny gave him a look that said, “keep telling yourself that,” and stole one of his chocolates.

“So are you planning on reading any of these ‘confessions of love’ or are you just gonna throw all of them away?”

“You think I’m a monster?” Simon says accusingly. Penny rolls her eyes.

“Of course.” They spent their lunch picking over the cards, gagging at how sappy some of them were and giggling at how freakishly cheesy most where. None of them really stood out to Simon, even though he wishes they did. He recently broke up with his girlfriend and it was getting kinda… lonely. Suddenly, Penny erupts into a fit of giggles that never seem to stop.

“What is it?” Simon asked, glaring at her. She tried and failed to suppress her laughter as she handed him an letter written in black ink and neat, slanted, cursive.

“Get a load of this,” she said, watching him eagerly as he read through it once, twice, three times…. He wrinkled his brow.

“What is it Simon? And don’t say nothing because I know that face.” Something tickled at the edge of Simon’s thoughts, begging for attention. His mind was suddenly filled with images of someone he remembered. An old friend that drifted away. A very handsome friend.

“Penny I… I think I know who wrote this…” But that couldn’t be right, could it? They haven’t talked in years, and all he ever did was glare at Simon whenever he had the chance. But this had to be his writing, write? And even if it wasn’t, there’s only one person on the planet that was as romantic as this to make Simon feel his heart flutter even the slightest.

“I… have to go.” And with that he rushes away, leaving Penny staring after him, more confused than she’s ever been in her life.

—

“Baz!” Someone called out from behind him. Baz took a deep breath, wondering what on earth this could be about.

“What do you want, Snow?” Baz says, turning around to see a flushed Simon clutching a wrinkled piece of paper tightly. His hair was even messier than usual.

“I–” he fumbles over his words for a second before he holds out the piece of paper.

“Did you write this?” Baz doesn’t even have to look at it to know what it is, but he does anyway, cringing the whole way through. He then looks up levelly at Simon, his expression what he hopes is neutral.

“No Snow. Why would I write you a love letter? Not happy with just the ladies fawning over you?” Something in his eyes must betray him though, because Simon steps forward.

“Baz. Did you write it?” Simon says seriously. Baz doesn’t answer, trying to remain calm as Simon inches closer and closer.

“You did, didn’t you?” Baz gulps, knowing that now he ruined everything. Simon is suddenly so close that he can feel his breath on his face. Baz looks anywhere but his eyes, then realizes that’s a mistake as he looks at his lips.

“So what if I did, Snow? It’s not like it’ll matter.” That’s when Simon does it. That’s when he acts on the emotions that have been brewing inside of him for years, confusing him even more. That’s when he realizes that for once, he is actually in love as he pulls Baz to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. Then, he whispers so softly that it sends chills down Baz’s back, “You. Me. Dance this Friday.”

Baz has never felt happier.