#vld multi chapter

[redsodaz]

despite being finished almost 8 months ago, my mind still clings desperately to 'dear reader' - which, considering how terribly oversaturated my brain is with years worth of k+l fanwork, is pretty jarring. ive seldom had a story stick with me for so long.

and i NEVER read college/uni aus. i never read any type of au, really (because i apparently have a strange sort of trauma bond with the shitshow of a source material that is voltron legendary defender). but something about it just caught my eye, and i endlessly thank some sort of non-descript higher power for that, because i was obsessed.

brilliance in the form of a fanwork. shoutout heavily_caffeinated for being THAT author.

[quiznak-ofgrayskull]

In my jojo era and not planning on leaving any time soon lol

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

If you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them?

Oh this is such a fun question, no one's ever asked me this before! Okay ummm... in no particular order because these are special to me in different ways ー

A Fangirl's Dream (still in-progress, I'm just slow TAT)

Ivy has it rough. She's no anime fan or FMA fan. But when she somehow crosses the gate, she finds herself in the worst possible position: a protagonist of an Another World fic trope. And between the alchemy, automail, lack of plot knowledge, and struggling with her attraction to a pretty blonde mechanic, Ivy reluctantly teams up with the main characters in her journey to get home.

This is a fic years in the making and I'm not talking about how the little hiatus it is in. This was a fic I started working on in about middle school as a pair of sister stories that I deleted on an old FFN account. It was going to be some sister stories about two friends that end up in FMA at different times before their stories coincided with one another and they crossed paths in their separate adventures in Amestris.

One friend was an established fan of FMA and the other wasn't an anime fan at all. AFD covers the journey of the friend who isn't a fan of anime in general, having only watched a handful (NANA, Naruto, DBZ). FMA, is not one of them.

In middle school these fics were going to be EdOC for AFD and for Swept Away (SwAy) it was going to be LingOC because at the time, those were the characters I was most obsessed with.

A handful of years back I decided 'you know what, I'm going to rewrite AFD and SwAy and finish them no matter how long it freaking takes!!!!' And in the process, new ships evolved and different journeys for the OCs, Ivy (AFD) and Akasha (SwAy) were developed. Ivy and Winry had such good chemistry, imo, that I decided to shift the story to be about them whereas I had more of a darker descent planned for Akasha who couldn't distinguish that while these were characters she knew and loved, they are real living people in front of that won't act according to the scripts she's crafted in fanfiction's passed.

I'm hoping to get back to writing some chapters for this soon so I can finish AFD and finally starting working on SwAy and make past me proud to have finished them.

The Different Rules of Summer

‘Okay so you think ghosts are fake but totally think that bigfoot and mothman are real?’ Lance scribbled furiously on the piece of paper in total disbelief. ‘Ghosts are total BS, man’ Keith look disinterested. ‘This is why you’re single' Lance didn’t expect that his summer vacation would be spent at a library arguing with his deaf co-worker about why cryptids totally aren’t real. Keith volunteers at a library to keep himself out of trouble while his brother works. The worst part of his day? Explaining to some moron why Mothman is definitely a real entity and why the first moon landing was fake. Funny enough, this is the highlight of both of their summers.

This was such a fever dream of a time to write but in the best way possible. VLD was still ongoing and thing going on in my mind was that I wanted to write a multi-chaptered fic and finish it. So I decided to make a personal challenge for myself that I was going to write a fic with 40 chapters for 40 days.

1 chapter everyday, it didn't matter how long each chapter was as long as I wrote one.

Beginning, middle, end. And I did it. Some days I was cutting it close and it felt like a chore to push the chapter out but I did it. I wrote 40 chapters in 40 days, 1 chapter a day and I'm really proud of myself for doing that. I honestly lwk recommend other people try out this sort of challenge themselves if they're ever up to it and have the time!

So I drafted up 40 chapters to write in the draft, some dumb but memorable titles for said chapters and got to writing and wow did this story unexpected blow up? I was not expecting this story to become as popular as it did but it was so fun to write and talk to the people reading it. Especially the Deafies who found the fic and thought I was accurately portraying Keith's experience as being Deaf.

It's not perfect, there's a lot of mistakes and clumsy writing but I fucking did that and no one can take this away from me.

Man is the Breast, Heaven is the Playground + A Blazing Star Sought Refuge in my Chest

(csm manga spoilers ahead)

You might be the only one in your division not utterly smitten with your partner, Makima. Call it disinterest, call it being observant that her smiles never reach her eyes. Either way, you have no interest in bridging the gap between you both. But one day, an attempt is made, and it isn’t by you. + Your contract was simpleー the Control Devil would not use her powers on you, you just needed to stay with her forever.

My beloved Makima duology that someone on twt deadass tried stealing and passing off as theirs. That shit aside though, wow did I love writing these.

At the time, I was really frustrated by the state of the Makima x Reader tag. Because it was usually just Dom Makima smut. Which, there's nothing wrong with that but because what I wanted to read was something that explored the depth of Makima's character, the goals that motivated her terrible actions in the manga and the loneliness that wracked her sense of self..... I decided that I wanted to read that story, I would have to write it myself.

So I did. And because people loved HBHP so much, I felt inspired to write a sequel that included Nayuta.

A lot of love and care when into writing these stories and it makes me happy when I still see people reading them if they find them in the tag. I didn't expect to like writing for Makima as much as I did, I honestly want to write more concerning her if I'm being honest. I do have a WIP on that right now, it's just taking forever to get my vision just right...

The Summer Moon Was Born to be Loved pt 1 + The Summer Moon Was Born to be Loved pt 2

You got pregnant and the ghost of university days past finds out five years later.

Months in the making as there was a lengthy hiatus between both chapters but this was something I had a lot of fun writing. I wanted to write my own spin on a trope I've seen established and simply wanted to write it well. I had been talking with a friend of mine about it and we discussed how we thought the events would go with different characters from Mitsuya and Hanma from TokRev to Nanami and Gojou from JJK. I thought as far JJK went, Gojou had the potential for most mess and decided to write a story involving him.

And in that, I ended up including a lot of one of my favorite things in the world: the ocean. Utilizing oceanography terminology to showcase the emotional states of the characters, the events happening between chapters, I had a lot of fun doing that.

And I think that I had a pretty clear and concise ending as well. So yes, another personal favorite for sure!

Lost Girl (in progress)

Believing your father’s concerns as the last black family living in the secluded mountains of Wall Maria to be simple paranoia, a you naively set out on YOUR own to discover the world and what it truly holds. Yet after encountering another family secluded in the mountains, the Ackermans, you realize that maybe his concerns weren’t so unfounded in the terrifying yet beautiful reality you live in. Befriending their daughter, a fellow survivor in what it means to be the last of their kind, you find your path leading to the horrors of the Fall of Maria and the 103rd Cadet Corps.

Not my most popular series but one I'm updating slowly nonetheless.

This story has had multiple incarnations. UtSD ver 1 was an OC fic before I turned it into a reader-insert. But version 3 came as LG, another reader-insert but one I think is more polished.

My inspiration for making this was simple. I wanted more Mikasa fic content out there and I wanted to read a fanfiction story where the OC/reader in question were black like me. It's something that's permeated through my brain since high school back when we knew little of where SNK was heading as a story.

What would it be like if you were living in the Walls and black? How would your treatment fair, the beliefs bloomed about you and your kind? Especially if you're decidedly the last of your kind within the Walls. And the comfort that may possibly come from having some sort of like you except not quite.

I don't care if people who aren't black also read this story and partake in the adventure. All I care about is writing something everyone can enjoy, especially if they're someone like me or if they want to read something different.

I hope to one day see more unapologetically POC OC and reader-inserts scattered about the tags alongside ethnically ambiguous ones. I personally usually write ethnically ambiguous characters so everyone can enjoy my fics by not specifying hair texture, saying that your cheeks warmed instead of blushing and things like that. But sometimes, I wanna write something that's really just for me.

Se réjouir, se réjouir

The sun; Neuvillette is the sun. And Furina? She’s not fit to even be the moon. There is a surprising loneliness to freedom.

Wrote this some days after after the 4.2 patch update and finishing the Fontaine AQ. This was a ship I fell quite head over heels with and I had a lot of thoughts in my head about them that I decided to get out of my head by writing something up for them.

I talked about the dynamics that I liked between Neuvillette and Furina already and all the coinciding NeuviFuri material Mihoyoverse was shilling out with their commissions wasn't helping my brainrot either.

For something I pretty much shot out not too long after the update when live, I think I did a pretty damn good job. I had fun with the dynamics and trying to dig into the brain of the characters.

A Little Pain (still in progress even more slowly than AFD)

At the age of 7, there were a few things Hinata Hyuga was sure of. One, her father, Hiashi Hyuga, was the strongest shinobi she knew. Second, just the thought of her having to one day make decisions for her entire clan terrified her beyond belief. Third, her younger sister Hanabi, at the age of 2, was very easy to impress. Hinata Hyuga never wanted to lead her Clan and when she is stripped of her title and essentially an outcast in her home, she finds solace in the brief comforts of a pink-haired girl named Sakura. Though little did Hinata know that losing her heiress title would send her life spiraling down a path of self discovery, bravery, and the realization that changing yourself is a possibility is the most powerful jutsu of all. But... perhaps stopping yourself from fainting whenever you happen to be around your crush is a start. And convincing the entirety of Konoha that it's first all-kunoichi team won't be a complete and total failure should be prioritized before any of that.

Another one of my 'I started this in high school' stories that has been through a rewrite and I'm trying to finish little by little. SakuHina is one of my favorite Naruto ships, has been for years and as someone who has been reading over a decade of Naruto fanfic tropes, I've seen my fair share of 'what if A was on Team 7' fics.

(Here's a post I have on that lmao from my old blog before it got accidentally axed)

So I decided to write my own version of that but the new team in question is Konoha's very first all-kunoichi team. Also, Hinata has a crush on Sakura this time around instead of Naruto. And boy do I have a lot planned for this story, I'm excited every time I get back to my google docs and get to typing little by little.

[vinylfoxbooks]

Fox Intro Post

I'm finally getting around to my introduction post thingy, so here it is:

Name: Fox Pronouns: She/they Sexuality: Lesbian and on the ace spectrum Age: 18

Fandoms: Marauders, The Magnus Archives, VLD, etc. etc.

Ships: Jegulus, Moonchaser (mostly exes), Starrosekillerchaser (and any variation), Dorlene, PandaMaryLily, JonMartin, QPR TimSasha, Gerry/Micheal, Keith/Matt, etc.

I write primarily Jegulus oneshots here on Tumblr and also on my AO3 but I've also done a couple other things. I post on Saturdays (unless I don't have anything) and sometimes Mondays if I have a lot to post. I don't really do big projects often because I don't have the attention span for that so it's hard, but I will post chapters on Mondays on the off-chance that I do have a multi-chapter fic. I'm also a hard nonbinary James headcannon and it's in everything I write.

I am open to asks of any kinds: headcanons, advice (though IDK how much help I'll be), random questions, random things you want to say, microfic requests, anything!

I also have a second account (vinylfoxtalks) where I'll talk more about personal things and books (I love reading, specifically this year my reading list consists of entirely Rick Riordan and Brandon Sanderson). This is also where I like from.

Here is my bingo master post

Finally, here's some of my favourite things I've written:

Microfics

June 15 - Release Jegulus microfic w/ canon divergence

June 23 - Brain Fluffy Jegulus microfic

June 24 - Improve Jegulus microfic w/ body horror, and killer James

June 28 - Lawyer Jegulus microfic w/ protective Effie

August 9 - Cemetery Jartylus microfic w/ the three dancing in a cemetery

August 19 - Invite Jegulus microfic w/ Six of Crows Halloween Costumes

Lilene Lily x Marlene microfic w/ Lily and Marlene going to their school's dance together

August 27 - Magazine Jegulus microfic w/ James doing fiber art for their friends

September 1 - Fashion Jegulus microfic w/ Sirius helping Regulus get ready for a date with James

September 6 - Glass Jegulus microfic w/ Mary learning that James is not, in fact, straight

September 7 - King, September 8 - Shadow, and September 9 - Curl Jegulus microfics w/ Regulus and Sirius learning their pirate lovers have been captured

September 11 - Journal Jegulus microfic w/ Sirius finding out about Jegulus and confronting James

September 14 - Metal Jegulus microfic w/ Regulus reacting to James' new piercing

September 23 - Candle Jegulus microfic w/ James joining Regulus in a self-care day

September 26 - Light Moonchaser microfic w/ James and Remus sneaking away from a party

October 4 - Honour and October 8 - Scratch Jegulus microfics w/ James coming to rescue Regulus while he's being forced to attend his parents' party

October 9 - Jealous Jegulus microfic w/ unrequited Moonchaser and Bartylus leading to Jegulus making a plan

October 13 - Wave Jegulus microfic w/ Regulus being forced to go to the beach with his partner and brother

October 26 - Remember Jegulus microfic w/ Potions teacher Regulus getting informed that James still has a picture of him in their room

Ao3 Fics

Got Some Spare Balls Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 1,251 Regulus loses the ball to his lip ring and is annoyed by the fact that he has to wait and watch the jewelry until he can grab a spare ball from Evan or Dorcas. However, and much to his surprise, James comes to the rescue with a container of spare jewelry that Regulus didn't know about.

They're Soulmates (Impossible Not to Love) Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 5,013 James and Regulus announce their relationship in a very dramatic way--usual for a man like James Potter--but the Gryffindors are more shocked by the way that Sirius reacts to their relationship; not at all. And that's because Sirius has known about them for longer than any of them realize. They're childhood friends and Sirius has watched his brother and best friend fall in love, he's seen the way that they're perfect for each other.

His Bare Skin in Flashing Lights Jegulus oneshot, M, wc: 3,402 Remus, Sirius, and Peter sneak into a Slytherin party with the help of Marlene and Dorcas, though they're very aware of the fact that James was 'busy'. Upon being at the party they see a certain someone with a certain little brother.

Oh Boy Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 7,476 Harry's family is going to be having one big dinner and Harry was told to invite his friends and Draco to it. So he does, and his friends get to meet the pure chaos that is Harry's family and see the interactions between them.

He Knows (Because He's One Too) Jegulus oneshot, G, wc: 4,410 Remus, a werewolf, and Sirius, a vampire are trying to hide the fact that they're not human to their overwhelmingly human best friend. However, they learn that they might not have to because there's the possibility of James dating a witch...

What a Coincidence (My Love and I are Wearing Red) Jegulus oneshot, M, wc: 6,899 The marauders are throwing a traffic light party and James is wearing red, but who is he dating? Who else is wearing red at the party, because Lily's wearing green.

You Please Yourself by Pleasing Me Jegulus oneshot, M, wc: 1,424 Reggie loves hickies. He loves the look of them, not necessarily the act that accompanies them. Luckily, James has an oral fixation and is all the more willing to give him a necklace of hickies.

And a Song Someone Sings (Once Upon a December) Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 12,514 In which the Potters and childhood friends host a Christmas gala every five years for all the less fortunate wizards and everyone's invited.

He's Looking At Me Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 7,160 Sirius and Remus encourage James to ask his boyfriend, Regulus, to the Yule Ball but Lily doesn't hear 'him' and assumes that he's going to ask her out. Through sharing this with the girls, Marlene gets her with Mary.

The Restricted Section JonMartin oneshot, T, wc: 2,020 Sasha and Tim are having a hard time getting a book they need for a follow up on a statement, because it's in a restricted section that they just can't access. Jon, however, happens to be able to help them--because of course the nerd would have access to a restricted section in an academic library. But that's not the only thing the two assistants learn about their boss because who is this Martin guy helping them?

You're Severely Mistaken JonMartin oneshot, T, wc: 1,788 Tim and Sasha are nervous about dressing up for pride month because Jon, to them, seems like the old homophobic boss that grumbles about 'kids and their sexualities and blue hair.' Turns out, they were wrong.

Love is an Art (And You're a Professional) Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 7,628 James is a potter and Regulus is a painter. They share a studio and each other's hearts but neither of them know of their association with Sirius (just as he doesn't know about them). Just cute, fluffy moments between Regulus and James in their lives and prepping for an art gallery, and learning about their intertwined lives.

Fluorine Uranium Carbon Potassium (Barium Boron Yttrium) Jegulus oneshot, M, wc: 2,458 James is taking chemistry though they constantly complain about it. When asked why they continue to take it, they can't really supply an answer. Turns out the best thing keeping them in the course is one pretty boy that they can fool around with.

Oh I, Do I Love a Little Bit (Of Kiss Me Kill Me) Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 4,715 Sirius convinces Regulus to help him and the rest of his frat run a charity event and he gets stuck watching the person he's had a massive crush on make out with people all day.

I'm Leaving Home for the Coastline (Some Place Under the Sun) Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 11,470, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompt: 'Regulus Stealing James' Sweater' Regulus runs away from France and finds himself in a small town where he finds a very pretty person.

I'm a Creature of Fine Sensation Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 1,903, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompt: 'Black and White Films' James takes Regulus along on a tradition that they have with Remus and Lily, going to a drive in theater that plays black and white movies.

Beauty in Betrayal Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 7,368, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompt: 'Apocalypse' Regulus shows up at the Potters' house on Halloween and tells them that they were betrayed and that they need to run. They do and them, Harry, and their friends find refuge in a hidden area.

Starry Eyes and Warm Smiles Jegulus, 11/11 chapters, T, wc: 29,848 Regulus gets paired with his annoying classmate in his art class, James Potter. Regulus slowly learns that James maybe isn't that bad after all and James might be able to get a date out of this whole thing.

Following the Prophecy Jegulus fic, 5/5 chapters, T, wc: 17,927, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompt: 'Dungeons & Dragons' Lily is DMing a D&D campaign with some friends and new faces, that's it. It's just a kind of homebrew D&D Here's a link to the character sheets, one per chapter posted.

Oh My God, They Were Roommates Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 4,066, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompt: 'Childhood Friends' Sirius invites Remus, the guy that he's been talking to and Regulus' coworker, over to their flat for the first time and informs his brother and best friend that they should engage in their 'plan', the same thing that they do to everyone new that Sirius brings about to the flat.

Protect Me (Take Me Away) Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 13,784, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompts: 'Regulus Sings to James' and 'Sectumsempra' James and Remus are pirates that went under cover as knights to kidnap the princes. Along the way, they happened to fall in love.

This Man Belongs With Me, I Want Him Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 5,193, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompts: 'Animagus AU' and 'Black Cat Regulus' James goes on the arduous journey to visit his husband, a vampire living in a faraway castle in France, and how he loves the journey.

Better Than a Movie Jegulus oneshot, E, wc: 6,310, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompt: 'Latex' The group convinces Regulus to go to a Halloween party, where he happens to run into James... James who's wearing a skirt.

Two Alike Minds Jegulus oneshot, T, wc: 7,234, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompts: 'Camping Trip' and 'A Proposal' James takes Regulus out on a camping trip to help distract him from his classwork. It turns out to be the best camping trip of Regulus' life, no matter the complaining.

All I Need is (To Come Home to You) Jegulus oneshots, T, wc: 3,336, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompt: 'Wildest Dreams' Regulus and James are together behind the scenes of their fame, and the Marauders go on with a little surprise during their London show during their Wildest Dreams tour. Said surprise being a special guest that turns out to be Regulus and a couple sweet love songs.

Mama's Always Right Jgulus oneshot, T, wc: 10,238, for the Jegulus Bingo Prompt: 'Codependent' James and the Black brothers have known each other since childhood and the Potters and Alphard always assumed that James and Regulus, long before his coming out and subsequent transition, would get together from the way that they acted around each other. That changed with time and gender changes, or did it?

[corvus--rex]

I've been trying to finish the same (exes-to-lovers) oneshot for over a week. And today I got distracted by a different (angel/demon au) oneshot and one of the fics for my multi-chapter monstrosity aka Multiverse Theory I'm planning for this year.

But am I actually working on any of those? No, I'm instead working on testing the cross stitch patterns I made while watching vld for the third time. I have some serious thoughts this time through, but those are for a different post.

[lancesniece]

Undercover, Up Skirts - Part One

Words: 1,333

Status: WIP, Multi-Chapter

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defenders

Pairing: Keith/Lance

Genre: Comedy, Fluff

Warnings: Humor that may be considered offensive, A bit of perverseness on Keith’s Account, slight sexual humor

Summary: When a mission involves a planet that doesn’t allow men to step on it’s soil, Lance decides to do what any sane man would...cross dress. Keith is understandably dismayed.

A/N: Fucking Tumblr mobile sucks you guys, this is why it’s taken me a little while to do some more writing. Anyways, this was supposed to be based on a prompt but I lost it and this monster started writing itself. Expect maybe, I don’t know...Five-ish parts? This doesn’t have a beta so please message me any mistakes you find, and constructive criticism is always welcome!

This whole infiltration mission sounded like a mess to start with. A planet that allowed no men to step on its soil was currently suspected of being in kudos with the Galra, and that was certainly a no-go from Voltron. The problem with being “suspected” is that they can’t just charge in guns blazing without a proper investigation.

This type of mission is the one where they typically all went undercover, but the planet itself presented another problem. No men. And there were only two girls on the ship, so it left a bit of a...problem.

Cross dressing was, of course, always an option. But none of them could pass. Not Shiro, with his buffness. Not Hunk and Keith, with their masculine features, and certainly not Coran. None of them could possibly ever dream of getting away with it.

But...there was Lance, who beamed when Allura brought up the situation.

“I can do it!” Everybody turns to look at him with shock on their faces. The Cuban only grins wider than he was before.

“You...what?” Shiro asks, a bit thrown off.

“I can cross dress, my dudes.” Silence fills the room before Keith speaks up.

“What? Did the last of your sanity finally wither away along with what little dignity you had?”

“Bold of you to assume I had either to begin with.” Lance shoots back, the grin on his face significantly smaller than it was before. “What, you guys don’t think I can do it?”

“It’s not that, buddy.” Hunk reassures gently, bending over where his friend is seated to clamp a hand down on his armoured shoulder. “It’s just...you seem so sure of yourself. Have you done this before?”

“Good question.” Pidge pipes up, a curious look crossing her face. “Are you a Drag Queen?”

Lance sputters. “Make up artist is a better term, but yes, I have! And there is certainly no shame in it.” He sends both Pidge and Keith a glare, whom raises an eyebrow in response.

“Ahem,” Allura clears her throat, effectively gaining the attention of everyone in the room. “Lance. I’m certainly not going to stop you from doing this if you can pass. Three of us beats two.” Lance’s grin is back full force.

“Awesome! Can I raid your closet?”

“Now?” She asks, eyebrow raised. “In the middle of a briefing?”

“Yeah! They can just fill us in later! The more time wasted on getting my appearance down, the more time the Galra have to fuck up that planet.” And. Okay, he makes a valid point. They’re only in the planning stages of the mission anyways so their absence wouldn’t be too big of a deal.

The princess hums, tapping an elegant finger against chin before sighing and nodding. “I suppose you are right, Lance.”

and with Alluras conformation, the two of them leave the table in search of clothing that lance can wear. The rest of them is left with an awkward tension hanging heavy in the room.

“Actually.” Hunk says. “Now that I think about it, he kinda did wear like, concealer sometimes.”

“Which isn’t wrong in the slightest.” Shiro says warily. “But briefing isn’t over, so let’s get focused again.”

Try as he might, Keith just can’t get the idea of Lance prancing around in a dress out of his head. It leaves…a funny feeling in his chest, like butterflies that are floating. Violently.

This is gay, Keith decides. This is so gay.

When Lance walks back out into the briefing room, everyone is stunned quiet. He and Allura were gone for about an hour, and the person that replaced Lance could easily have been the McClain’s sister.

He’s...he’s gorgeous. And Keith normally fucking hates feminine things with a passion, but with lance it looks so pleasing. The Cuban settled with a natural, peachy type of makeup, with light pinks and pale oranges. Altean make up was more natural to begin with, anyways, but the subtle beauty to it was simply marvelous.

His outfit was appealing as well, the pale pink skirt flowing all the way to the ground. The white blouse is equally as flowey, most likely to hide all of the more masculine curves of his body. A decorative florals pattern decorates the sides of the blouse, white threading barely visible against the shade of it. The sleeves were full-length, leaving it very hard to get glimpses of his skin.  All in all, it was very conservative.

Keith was expecting something flashy, and a little slutty if he were being completely honest. Not...this.

It makes his heart beat faster than what’s normally considered healthy. It’s like, the cover is taunting him, promising a leak underneath but never giving it to him.

Wow, when did he become such a pervert?

“You look great!” Hunk says with a huge, supportive smile. Pidge gives him an impressed thumbs up. She clearly wasn’t expecting much from this whole ordeal. Lance grins and places his hands (oh gosh, he even painted his nails pink. Did Alteans even have nail polish?) on his hips.

“Of course I do!” Lance laughs, the sound sweet.

Allura, whom has remained quiet, looks a little too proud of herself. “I was the one who chose his clothes. He does look marvelous, if I do say so myself.”

“Oh! Is that the outfit you wore to Yinniza’s wedding?” Coran asks, a sparkle shining bright in his eyes. “And you do look lovely, my dear.”

Lance grins bashfully as Allura nods at Corans question.

Literally nobody is questioning the sanity in Lance’s actions. It’s concerning, really.

“Pidge was right, you are a Drag Queen.” Keith blurts admits the chaos. Lance scowls at the other, but (wisely) ignores him. This is too fucking crazy man.

Keith looks over at Shiro, desperate for a sane reaction, but instead recoils at what he sees. A light tint of rosy red is placed proudly on his face. Oh god, Lance has flustered Shiro, of all people. And Keith knows that Lance doesn’t fit Shiro’s type and age range, so the fact that he’s flustered says volumes about the Cuban’s current appearance.

Keith promptly kicks Shiro under the table, who violently coughs. “Right, I, uh. Lance, Allura, please sit down. I need to fill you two in on your part in this mission.” The two comply happily. Lance even crosses his legs, sitting prim and proper in his skirt.

“Now, Lance and Allura need to stick together…” This is basically a recap of what they’ve been planning since Allura and Lance have been gone, so Keith easily drones them out.

His thoughts drift, but the source stays the same. Lance and his cross dressing. It makes him wonder just how many times Lance has done this before. And why he does it, for that matter. Apparently he doesn’t do it too often, because Hunk only knew about the concealer and if Hunk doesn’t know something about Lance, nobody else is sure to know.

“...and then Pidge will rigg the…”

But has Lance always been this feminine? Not really. Sure, he has that whole extra ass night routine doing for him but...but it’s not that feminine to begin with. And he has literally no problems with feminine dudes, or drag queens. It’s just they’ve never been his type.

Lance seems to break barriers, it seems, because it becomes apparent very quickly to Keith that if Lance knocked on his door wearing nothing but a robe and a suggestive smile, Keith would be down in a heartbeat.

“...which is where Keith will intervene if…”

And it’s not just sexual. If Lance smooched his cheek and held his hand and smiled at him like he was the center of his world Keith would hop aboard that train with no regrets.

His knee starts to bounce uncontrollably. His palms sweat beneath his Paladin gloves. He can feel his face get hotter and hotter. Keith has a wholesome crush on somebody, for the first time in forever.

Fuck man. This is really gay.

[autisticlancemcclain]

a mother’s love: ch 1

It has been so long since the team has had even half a second to breathe to themselves, let alone take a break. That’s the thing about fighting a relentless empire of space Nazis  – there is ten thousand years worth of shit to fix. They are seven people. Breaks are a pipe dream if not a total fantasy.

But they are, quite simply, seven people. Seven people who cannot function every second of every day with no time to step back, gather themselves. Whether or not they have time for a break is irrelevant; they either schedule one or one will be scheduled for them. So they do, reasoning one single day at the beach would be well worth the sand that would be invariably tracked into the castle, to remain for eternity.

Of course Allura and Coran had been ready to go immediately, having all their clothes and belongings on the castle, but the rest of the team hadn’t thought to pack a swimsuit when they went to check out the weird vives Keith felt int he desert. And there’s a kind of unspoken rule about many things in the castle, as haunted as it is – no one really wants to dig through rooms with old ghosts to find something that might fit them. It feels wrong.

Luckily for everyone, Lance’s needle-threading abilities aren’t limited to flying. He’s pretty good with his hands, too, and after securing some material from Coran, he gets right on it.

For Pidge, he creates what is vocally convinced is the ugliest set of swim shorts to ever see the light of day. He’d been inspired the very second he saw the neon yellow fabric with patches of barf green-brown, littered with pictures of weblums posed in such ways that could only be described as grotesque. He complains the entire time that simply looking at the fabric makes him physically ill, but Pidge is ecstatic. She doesn’t even mind when Lance refuses to continue working with the material, instead making her a swim tee out of plain black. 

Hunk, much more used to being Lance’s model, is happy with a pair of orange trunks that match his headband exactly. Shiro gets a pair in his favourite colour – a dusky pink – and bites back tears, because he is the dweebiest most emotional dork of all time. (Lance was originally going to do the same for Keith; make him a pair in his regular emo colours. Maybe even something that matched his nerdy go-go boots, as abhorrent as the swim-shorts and boots combo would be. But at the last minute he was struck with the divine urge to be a dick, and decided instead to make Keith a pair of plain maroon shorts, and then embroidered ‘dorkass’ into the waistband of the shorts with the same colour. He finds great joy in knowing that Keith will be wearing around a pair of shorts calling him a dorkass. He looks forward to telling him, after Keith wears them for a couple hours and has to live with it.)

On the day they finally get to go, the excitement in the air is palpable.

“Do you have to wear those shorts?” Allura asks for what is probably the fifteenth time in as many minutes.

Pidge sniffs obnoxiously. “Lance poured his heart and soul into making me these wonderful shorts and all you’ve done is shit on them. I should tell him you have no appreciation for his art.”

“It might improve them if I actually defecate on those abominations,” Allura mutters darkly. She glares at them as if they are specifically responsible for Zarkon himself.

Tired of listening to the same argument for fifteen minutes, Keith groans loudly. “For fuck’s sake, we’ve been waiting here for, like, two hours! How long does it take Lance to throw on a pair of shorts and get –”

“Throw on a pair of shorts?! Mullet, please. We are going to a public beach . I am looking like a babe or I am not going.”

Six heads swivel to the source of the sound, revealing Lance in all his glory.

Clearly, Lance has taken the creative opportunity to treat himself. Instead of just making a pair of trunks and throwing on a t-shirt, like everyone else (except for, of course, Allura, who looks absolutely ethereal in an elegant white one-pieces that matches her hair, and a sheer sparkly cover-up that reminds everyone that she is, in fact, royalty), he has taken the time to craft himself a calf-length yellow sundress. He has also somehow fashioned himself what absolutely must be be universe’s largest floppy sunhat, and –

“Are those mom sandals?” Hunk asks, aghast. “Jesus Christ, Lance.”

Pidge bursts out laughing. “If by babe you mean MILF,” she chokes out, because she has zero shame.

Shiro goes scarlet.

“Pidge!” he scolds. “You don’t just call people MILFs!”

“What’s a ‘milf’? Allura asks, frowning curiously.

“I swear to God if any of you tell her what MILF means  – “

Shiro doesn’t have to worry about the rest of the paladins corrupting Allura’s brain (not that his efforts will matter, because she and Hunk have an agreement, as the resident gossips – any and all garnered information will be shared at a later date to be analysed and recorded) because they’re all laughing to hard to get any words out. Except for Lance, of course, who does his very best to appear offended but can’t quite manage. 

At least being called a MILF is still kind of a compliment, no matter how teasingly Pidge had meant it. And he can concede to the point that he has seen his sister in law wear a nearly identical outfit, now that he’s thinking about it, and she’s actually a mom, so. Pidge may have a point.

“Whatever,” Lance says rolling his eyes. He bites his lip to tamp down his smile, shaking his head at the paladins, then lights up. “Wait, if I look like a MILF, I’ll attract all the DILFs! Score!”

Pidge, Hunk, and Keith sober up immediately, laughter disappearing from their faces at the thought of Lance’s flirting. Shiro sighs.

“How come you always ruin all my good jokes?” Pidge whines.

Lance smirks at her. “Not my fault I’m funnier than you are.”

“You are not – ”

“Are too!”

Coran, sensing an impending argument and possible wrestling match, speaks up. “Perhaps we should make our way to the beach while there’s still sunshine, hm?”

Everyone makes various noises of agreement, making their way to the exit. Hunk shifts the pail and shovel he has in his hands. Keith adjusts his utlity belt, which looks absolutely ridiculous paired with his swimsuit – not that he cares. Shiro takes a deep breath, closing his eyes.

God. He cannot wait to sit under the sun and sleep the whole time, leader duties be damned. Someone else can watch the troublemakers that are is teammates. Hopefully no one would drown, because Shiro is not monitoring that shit. He is tired. He needs a break. He is going to nap for six straight hours, and no one is going to stop him. The entire Empire could descend with every single ship they have and Shiro will simply say no. Not happening.

“Not a single fucking one of you is leaving this castle until I watch you put on sunscreen.”

The pure conviction in Lance’s voice makes everyone pause and turn to look at him. After a moment, Pidge breaks the tension with a dry laugh.

“Alright, Mom, sure,” she says sarcastically. She sticks her tongue out at him before turning back around.

Lance wastes no time entertaining her scathing wit. He pulls out a bottle of SPF 80 from what appears to be actual thin air, waving it emphatically at the paladins.

“Since all of you refuse to care for yourselves,” he says, pausing to look pointedly at each of them in turn, “I suppose it will fall onto me.” He gestures in front of him. “In line, children, hold out your hands. You must put it on your face and ears and neck and any exposed skin. No exceptions.”

No one moves. Lance claps his hands sharply, startling them.

“Chop chop! Form a line!”

The paladins just blink at him, gobsmacked. 

Keith speaks up first. “Where did you even get a bottle of Hawaiian Tropic? We’ve been in space for a whole-ass year!”

“Yeah, and why are you only being anal about it now?” Pidge adds.

Lance glares at them, hands on his hips. “I am responsible about my health, and had a bottle in my backpack when we were abducted.”

Four pairs of eyes roll in tandem. Lance insists on saying they were ‘abducted by aliens’ when they left in Blue, because he’s extra, as if it wasn’t him who boarded Blue first. As if he did not see the glowing blue wormhole and immediately suggest they go through it. ‘Abducted by aliens’ yeah right – he boarded their ship and asked them to take him to their leader, more like it. 

It’s a pointless argument to convince him otherwise, though. The paladins have tried dozens of times to no avail.

“Anyway,” Lance continues. “I used the fabricator to make more bottles when we first got here, along with shampoo and conditioner and stuff, all of which I delivered to your rooms. I have been under the impression that you have been dutifully using your protection from actual skin cancer like rational people, but it has recently come to my attention –” he looks pointedly at Pidge, who had been burned so badly on the last planet that the skin on her face peeled off in one go like one of Lance’s face masks, a comparison he did not find nearly as funny and thought-provoking as she did – “that the four of you cannot be trusted to apply protection like grown-ups, and so you will be treated like my niece and nephew, who are the only ones in my family who still complain about, once again, actual protection from literal cancer. So.” He looks at all of them individually, eyebrows raised and jaw set. “Again: line up, children.”

The paladins begrudgingly form a line, sensing from Lance’s tone that although he’s making jokes and speaking lightly, he’s one-hundred percent serious. He shakes his head and tuts at them every time he squeezes a dollop of white goop onto each of their hands.

Allura and Coran, recovering from their shock, exchange horrified looks.

“Human skin has not yet evolved protection from radiation?”

“And you complain about the only protection you have?”

“I’ll remind you that humans are only two hundred thousand years old,” Lance says to the Alteans. “So no, we haven’t really evolved superpowers yet. As for Allura’s point – ” he raises an eyebrow at the other humans, who are finally beginning to look slightly chastised – “some people are just plan stubborn.”

“Okay, okay, you’ve made your point, mother, we are wearing the sun protection,” Pidge says impatiently. “Can we go to the beach now?”

Lance nods. “As soon as I grab some water and snacks.”

“And you complain about the only protection you have?”

This time, it’s Keith who groans. “Come on, Lance, I’m sure there’s water and shit on the beach, and I don’t want to wait the billion years you’re foing to take to pack or whatever. Can we please just go.”

Lances raises a judgmental eyebrow again, and picks up a bag no one had seen from a few feet down the hall. 

‘Bag’, frankly, may not be the right word for it. It is approximately the size of Pidge, it’s so massive.

“What do you even have in there?” Pidge asks incredulously.

“I think you can actually fit the Green Lion in that bag,” he agrees observationally. 

“We’re literally only going to be gone for, like, ten hours,” Keith adds.

Shiro only sighs. Every moment of nonsense is one less minute of his tropical nap – minutes he mourns deeply.

Despite the complaining, Lances haughty eyebrow does not lower. “I notice that none of you have a bag.”

“...So?”

“What are you planning on drying off with? Sand? Especially you, Shiro – aren’t you napping? As for all the alleged water and snacks on the beach, Keith, I don’t see you packing any GAC. And you’re the most accident prone person I’ve ever met, Pidge, did you bother to bring a first aid kit?” He pauses, looking at Hunk’s shovel. “You nailed it, Hunk. No criticism for you.”

Hunk beams. Lance smiles back, then turns a very knowing and prim expression to the rest of the paladins.

The ensuing silence has Lance dripping smugness.

“That’s what I thought. None of you dorks ever plan ahead, yeesh. You’re welcome. Now, come on – we’re losing sunlight! Let’s go!”

chapter 2

[feyravenchatter]

I actually forgot about this one. Found the notes for it and had to read through them since I couldn't remember what it was. It's the prequel bit to a reverse fake relationship. Instead of faking a relationship, they have to prove they really are together

(omegaverse, alpha Keith/omega Lance)

Klance have been mated since just before leaving Earth

it was the only thing that kept Keith from being expelled after Kerberos

Lance had made the mistake of telling his mother about the alpha friend in his class who protected him from the others

it got particularly bad when he told her that Keith would get aggressive with those other alphas

she asked if Lance was being properly courted, and when he tried to explain that it wasn't like that and that they were just friends, her mom brain immediately jumped to asking if he was pregnant and not telling her

Lance just about had a stroke at that one, practically screeching that of course he wasn't, was still a virgin, etc

she decided that she needed to meet this alpha and see for herself, and told Lance that he needed to set up a time for a call with her and his father to talk to Keith

Lance tried to warn him about his catholic parents, and it ended up being both better and far worse than he could have imagined

his parents never accused Keith of anything, but were thorough with their questioning

this is where it got even worse - Keith answered all of their questions, politely, and while he told them the truth, their questions had been phrased in a way that made his answers sound like he and Lance were at least dating if not formally courting

to Lance's absolute horror, his parents were thrilled with Keith's answers and signed off quite happily

Lance was well aware of just how bad his parents could be, but didn't realize how far they'd go

as soon as the call was over, he went over the entire conversation, telling Keith all of the things he'd needed to bite his tongue over, and concludes with the fact that they may be fucked, bc his parents now absolutely believe that they're at least dating

they were thoroughly fucked - Lance's parents had gotten the idea that not only were they dating, but courting, and wanted them mated as soon as possible

neither of them know this of course, until Lance's parents show up to sign off on the mating, despite the fact that Lance is 18 and doesn't need their consent

Keith is also 18, and even though Shiro and Adam had been fostering him, they never got to make the adoption formal, but that doesn't stop Lance's parents

in between the call and Lance's parents appearing without preamble, they talk and decide that they both would actually like a relationship, and begin dating for real, quickly realizing that they should have done it a long time ago

Kerberos happens before the mating, but Lance's parents are convinced that formalizing their relationship will help …somehow

it was true that about the only thing holding Keith together was Lance, but going through with the mating is about the furthest thing from his mind at that point

his inability to process the loss has him acting erratically, and he's only able to calm down around Lance, something that Lance points out, saying that maybe mating isn't the worst idea

Keith finally agrees and Lance's parents are delighted

Keith asks Adam to come as he's the only family Keith has left

Adam's still angry with Shiro, but has never taken that out on Keith and says that he wouldn't miss it

Veronica's only told at the last minute, but she still shows up, only to have to wait in the hall

the legal side of the mating goes quickly and quietly, Lance and his parents getting emotional over using the bonding cuff that had been left to him by his grandmother, just as Keith and Adam are emotional over the cuff Adam gives him that he had been planning to give to Shiro

the cuff exchange is the most emotional part, Keith fumbling getting Lance's abuela's cuff on his wrist, and Lance actually dropping Keith's, but they get through it, the whole thing turning a little awkward when Lance's parents say that they're not leaving until the next day and expect to see their mating marks in the morning

Adam tries to step in for them, saying that they still have class, newly mated or not

Lance's parents wave him off as the door opens, saying that they'll only be stopping by and not staying for long since they have to get back home

Lance doesn't get to object bc Veronica decides this is the best time to crush her baby brother in a hug while also threatening Keith

they do get the entire day off from class to move out of their respective dorms and into a new one together, it's one of the few for mated pairs, and is infinitely more comfortable than the normal dorms, and they end up not leaving it until the next morning, meeting up with Lance's parents with fresh mating marks

two years later in space, and they're meeting with an independent race to hopefully convince them to join the coalition

these people are either naturally suspicious and confrontational, or they're trying to decide who has the better deal

as such, they're looking for any cracks in the team so that if there's anything the team is holding back, they might spill it

they're instantly suspicious of the only matepair on the team, hinting not so subtly that it's an act meant to put the race's leaders at ease

klance now have to convince these people that they are actually mated and have been for over two years

[discordiansamba]

an assortment of plot bunnies that I may or may not get around to writing, in no particular order:

atla

au where aang adopts the world’s ugliest cat. sokka can’t shake the feeling that it reminds them of someone. that’s probably because it’s actually zuko. this is probably the least serious of all my plot bunnies.

non-bender zuko??? I have nothing else to go with this currently?? but it’s definitely there!!

vld

a ‘raised in the Empire’ style AU where Keith went with Krolia when she left for the Blade of Marmora, in which she took up her canon position with Ranveig with child in tow. he was supposed to just be a low level pilot until he connected with the red lion. oops. definitely the type of fic where he stays “working” for the Empire for longer than the events of the first episode bc of Krolia complications.

blade!keith and rebel!matt run a mission together, pre-naxzela. canon fic.

fully human AU Keith where he’s still raised among the Blade after Heath dies trying to protect the blue lion/earth. Krolia vowed to raise him in his stead and well, Kolivan can’t argue with that mostly bc Krolia doesn’t let him. you want mechanic keith? he’s right there.

au where krolia stays on Earth and raises Keith as a single mom after Heath’s death with the use of some illusory tech

ageswap between keith and pidge. keith IS the world’s angriest 14 year old and Pidge is the cool hacker 18 year old she’s always dreamed of being

[delaneytveit]

Satellites Part 6

Hey guys, sorry its been a while. I’ve been updating this story on AO3 pretty regularly and realized that I should probably do that here, (whoops) 

Anyways, I’ll be uploading about 3 or 4 chapters a day so that I can get all caught up on here! So enjoy!!! (oh and also since its already out, pretty much as its in the tags on AO3, I feel that I can announce that this is in fact a dad!lance fic, just a little unconventional) 

(Part 5) (Satellites Master Post) (Part 7)

The team was falling apart.

Shiro knew this, Allura knew this, hell the mice knew this. After their failed recovery mission, they were back to square one with no idea where to even start.

At first they were able to drown themselves in work. Doing whatever they could to find their paladin, but after so long of coming up with nothing, work didn’t offer enough.

It didn’t allow them the grace it once had, it didn't sooth their minds of the grief, it didn’t give them a crutch to hold on to.

No one was okay.

It shouldn’t have surprised Shiro how much the disappearance of their blue paladin affected everyone on the ship. Lance was a light in this war, somehow able to put aside whatever he was dealing with, which the leader knew must be a lot, to help and support everyone else.

Everyone called Shiro space dad, but he was starting to think that maybe that title should have been given to the person who pushed to make this team a family. Lance made Voltron a family.

All too often was the Black Paladin finding bitter memories of the boy. The times when he knew he was being too strict about training, or pushing Lance to do better in a way that would have no other outcome but retaliation. He found himself wishing he had done everything differently. Wished he had been nicer, more understanding, more leader-like. Wished he hadn’t been so quick to shoot down his ideas or jump to the other paladins’ sides in an argument that was probably no more than harmless bickering.

He wished he had paid more attention during the mission.

Some nights he found himself wide awake, mind unable to stop replaying that mission. At first he accepted it as punishment for the neglect of the Blue Paladin, but was quick to pull himself out of that. It was selfish to believe that this was his punishment, earned and dealt to him by the universe when it was Lance who was suffering.

Was he still suffering? Or was it over? There was too much blood to believe he could still be alive. He had been gone for so long, endured so much. Was it so wrong to hope that he was? Shiro knew the horribleness from capture. The druids haunted him. If Lance was...gone...he wouldn’t have to deal with the same trauma Shiro carried. He wouldn’t wake up from the nightmares, wouldn’t have the memories.

But he was supposed to go home. Lance was supposed to go home, and Shiro had made a vow that he would bring each and every kid home.

He didn’t want to break that vow.

It might not be up to him.

Many nights, when he found his mind to be much too loud, he took walks around the ship. To anyone who asked, he’d say he was patrolling, making sure everyone was safe and asleep. He knew it was bullshit. He just couldn’t keep himself cooped up in his dark room. Lance knew that too.

It wasn’t uncommon for Shiro and Lance to cross paths. The younger on his way to or from Blue, or getting a midnight snack. It worried Shiro the first few times. Concerned that he wasn’t getting enough sleep. He had voiced such to the boy one night.

“Your performance will suffer in the long run, you need to take better care of yourself.” in hindsight it probably wasn’t the best thing to say, but in the beginning when training and fighting were still new he had meant it. They couldn’t afford to be less than on top of their shit.

He heard Lance take a heavy sigh.

“You’re right, sorry.”

Lance turned to return to his room, but stopped when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist.

“Lance, are you okay?”

Lance turned to Shiro, a little confused at the question. He stopped himself from mumbling the generic ‘I’m fine’ when he saw the genuine concern on Shiro’s face, making him reconsider.

“Not really, but um Coran is helping me so-”

“You know you can talk to me, if you need anything.”

Lance gave Shiro that trademark cocky smile, but this one was unsettling, it proved that at least a number of the ones in the past were just like this one. A mask.

“Thanks man, really. Think we should both go to bed though. You know, can’t have the Legendary Black Paladin and Resident ninja sharpshooter off their game.” He said, throwing up finger guns and he walked back to his room, effectively ending the conversation.

Shiro didn’t move from that spot for a few minutes. Replaying the conversation, Lance’s expressions over in his head. The fact that he was so easily able to admit his current state was more concerning to Shiro than if he had just deflected.

Was Lance ever okay?

Shiro wondered this as he once again found himself walking the halls. Only coming to a stop when he heard a muffled sob. He stopped walking, straining his ears to find the source of the cry. For a few seconds he heard nothing, chalking it up to either him hearing things or the mice squeaking like they do. But that soon changed when it came again, front he room he had stopped just in front of.

It took a few moments for it to register that the room in question was Lance’s.

Hesitantly, he stepped towards it, knowing that the room should be empty. It had been empty for weeks.

The doors normally locked, slid open with ease when he walked in range of the sensors.

On the bed, wrapped in the blue blankets and quilts that Lance had no doubt picked up from any one of the various planets they had visited, was the last person Shiro would have expected.

Keith.

[stuffandnosense]

All Of Us - (Plangst) - Chpt 4

**And finally I have had a chance to update this one! After much distraction haha. I’m sorry about the wait!**

Chpt 1  |  Chpt 2  | Chpt 3

It’s strange standing in the same back yard, with Lance, where everything fell apart almost a week ago. A conspicuous distance separates us as we watch the sky, waiting for the pod from the castle to arrive.

As popular as Allura and the lions in particular are on Earth, it’s easier for them to land the castle in the middle of nowhere and meet us here, privately, for reunions when they happen. So here we are, not really knowing what to do with ourselves, and I think Dad is finally noticing something isn’t quite right. He keeps going in and out of the house, as if he’s both keeping an eye out for the pod and trying to give us some space.

Space is the problem. We’ve barely seen each other; we’ve been trading off sitting with Shiro in case anything happens, sometimes catching each other in passing, and that’s about it.

“If we tell them today, we might have time to try reviving Shiro before the ceremonies later this week,” I say. “I mean just think if we had that to announce…” He raises an eyebrow at me. “I know, I know, reasonable expectations...I’m just thinking out loud.”

He smirks a little. “When do you not?”

“Yeah…”

I want to say something else, but I don’t know how, or what I would say if I did.

Lance is rocking back and forth on his heels, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets - that same jacket that’s literally been across the universe and back. It’s more worn than it used to be, the colors faded, but he’s never retired it. And strangely enough the only thing I can think right now is that if we don’t fix this, I’ll never be able to “borrow” it from him again without asking, and he’ll never come storming back over here in mock anger looking for it.

A quickly-moving dot catches my eyes on the horizon, and within a moment or two the pod is on us and slowly setting down on the grass.

When the hatch opens Hunk is the first one off, and comes straight at us. I don’t have a chance to protest before we’re both practically swept off our feet in either of his arms.

“You guys! We’ve got to do this more often, I mean it,” he’s saying.

Lance is laughing, and I let him grab Hunk into an embrace of their own first, once Hunk puts us down. I can already see the two little white-haired bullets darting across the grass, and I’m pretty sure Lance’s attention will be occupied elsewhere soon.

“Uncle Lance!” Two voices chime together, a boy and a girl, as they latch onto Lance’s legs and nearly knock him over.

“Holy crap it’s Alfie and Erva! My favorite Alteans. Just don’t tell Coran.”

“I heard that!” Coran calls from inside the pod.

I shake my head as Lance runs off with Alfor and Honerva, nearly knocking Keith over in the process.

“Sorry, Keith!”

“No, you’re not!”

“You’re right; I’m not!” Lance runs back quickly though, and catches Keith in an ambush hug before the shorter young man can ward it off. “Come on, you know you love me though.”

Keith gives him a withering look at first, but it doesn’t last long before the act fades and he cracks a smile. “You’re impossible,” he says, hugging back briefly before Lance lets him go and follows the twins. Allura calls after them to be careful just as Alfor trips over a tree stump and Lance barely catches him before he hits the ground.

“Whoa! Take it easy, buddy.”

Keith looks at me. “Tell me again how you’ve dealt with that one for so long?”

I snort noncommittally as I hug him, trying to smile a little so it doesn’t seem off. As I pull back Hunk is looking down in a way that’s kind of suspicious though; it only a takes a moment to figure out he’s giving my fingers a once-over. I cross my arms to hide them, trying not to make it obvious.

Did he know Lance was going to propose?

“Pidge?”

“Stop staring at me, Hunk.”

“Something’s wrong.”

Of course something’s wrong; it feels like someone stabbed me in the chest. But I can’t say that, so I just stare across the lawn and hope he’ll let it go.

He doesn’t. Hunk grabs my arm and starts dragging me around the side of the house. “Keith, run interference!”

Keith blinks after us; I don’t think he understands what’s going on. “What?”

“If anybody notices we’re gone, distract ‘em!” Hunk answers.

“Right…”

I don’t have the energy to stop him as he gets me around the house and far enough from everyone else to say what he wants.

“What happened?” he demands.

“N-Nothing...let’s go back…”

“Don’t be dumb. Pidge.”

I let out a breath, looking everywhere but at him. “Did you know?” I ask finally “That Lance was going to…” I can’t get the word out but I end up looking down at my empty fingers, and I think he knows what I mean.

Hunk’s shoulders droop. “Yeah...he told me the last time we talked a couple months ago. Needed somebody to calm him down, honestly; he was kinda bouncing off the walls…”

Ouch.

He peers at me with concern written all over his face, and I have to duck my head again because it’s difficult to bear.

“What happened?” he asks again, more gently. “Are you two okay?”

I just stare at the ground, and then at him, and back to the ground...I start shaking my head, and he pulls me into his arms before I can even say anything.

“You don’t want to hug me,” I mumble into his shoulder. “I’m the idiot.”

“You’re both idiots.”

“Fair point…”

“Do you want to tell me?”

I’m quiet for a moment. “He was excited?”

Hunk hesitates before answering. “Is it just gonna make whatever’s going on worse if I tell you I’ve never seen him that excited…?”

***

When I make my way back around to the back yard, I find my way to Allura’s side. She’s at the edge of the yard with my mom, watching Lance play with the kids.

“I think that one’s going to make a good father to my grandchildren someday,” Mom is saying. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t see me yet, or she wouldn’t have said it out loud.

“Mom!”

Her eyebrows hit her hairline as she looks over at me. Yeah. She definitely didn’t see me before. “Sorry, Katie,” she laughs.

Allura smiles when she notices me, and skims right over the awkwardness. “Pidge! It’s been too long! I haven’t seen your hair that way; it’s very nice long.”

“Figured it was time, I guess. It was always long when I was younger; I kind of missed it.” I don’t know why it took so long to let it grow back out. We got back to Earth and I just kept cutting it.

Maybe keeping it that way made me feel closer to Matt; I don’t know. His glasses are still in a safe place in my nightstand, but even though I never needed them I was still shoving them onto my face most days until about last year, too. Sometimes I still do, especially when I’m working.

“Allura...could I talk to you?”

“Certainly; what’s on your mind? You know, you really should come to the Balmera Station sometime; we could use your mind.”

“Maybe. Um...I actually mean...alone, though, if you don’t mind. If I’m not interrupting anything.”

Mom just shakes her head, and Allura raises her eyebrows for a moment, but she takes my arm like the good friend she is and lets me bring her into the house. We push inside the sliding glass doors and lean against the counters in the kitchen, and she is studying me like Hunk was. I think she can see something, too.

“Allura...I um...look, I don’t know if I should have asked about this a long time ago, or if I shouldn’t be asking at all and I’m way out of line...I don’t know. I guess you’ll tell me. But…”

He wouldn't shut up when he called me, Hunk said. I mean, really.

Lance sometimes has more direct access to the communications array than I do, when he’s at the Garrison, and sometimes if he just uses my backdoor. Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure he borrowed my lab one evening about that time a few weeks ago.

“Would you mind telling me what happened with you and Lance?” I ask, quiet. “I know it’s none of my business. I know that. I’m sorry. I just—”

“It’s all right, Pidge. Truly. But you haven’t asked Lance?”

I blink. No. I never did. Why haven’t I? Was I afraid of the answer I would get? So instead of asking I just assumed what, for me, would be the worst answer?

“I…”

She looks at me like a slightly disappointed mother, and I guess I deserve that. But she takes my hands, and she answers me.

“Pidge...what happened between myself and Lance...he ended it. And he should have. I was...not in a good place, at the time. I was lonely. I didn’t want to believe that I might have been taking advantage, but looking back I think, perhaps, that I was.” She sighs and shakes her head. “I know I was. I will always regret that.”

I don’t really know what to say to that, so I just let her go on.

“It was a pleasant time, but it needed to end before it became something much more unhealthy. He was the one to see it first - that we were going nowhere. Or he was the first to speak up about it, in any case.” She squeezes my fingers. “Pidge, he loves you very much. And I think something is wrong, but whatever it is I hope it can be fixed. It would be such a shame otherwise.”

“I...thanks...” I feel like I should be saying more, because she was kind enough to tell me what she did, but I can’t really form any other words.

Allura embraces me for a moment, and I’m finally able to get something else out before she leaves the kitchen. “Hey...I-I don’t think he blames you. If it helps, I don’t either.”

She nods in thanks, slightly, looking back over shoulder. “I can never make excuses for it, but thank you. That means a great deal to me.”

I slip back outside a few minutes later, after some good old fashioned staring at a wall and trying to figure out where my head is. Allura has rejoined the others, and most of them are grouped together now and seem to be discussing everyone heading back to castle, us included. Lance glances my way for a moment, but I have to look away.

No, I can’t blame Alura. Because I think, at the beginning, I was doing the same thing. We’d come back to Earth, and missing Matt was hitting me all over again, and Lance had been there for me after it happened and he was still there when I needed him and...

But I’m not doing it anymore. I haven’t been doing it for a long time. I’m not lonely for just someone; I miss Lance.

***

Everyone helped keep me sane, after what happened to Matt. That’s what family is for anyway. But even though Hunk made sure I ate and Allura was always there if I needed to talk at someone, Lance was the one who was always just...there. Beside me.

He was the one asking Hunk to make something, he was the one ordering me to go find Allura to talk to if I was acting too pent-up, and he was the one asking Keith for help forcibly dragging me to my room to make sure I actually slept instead of working myself to death for distraction. He trained with me, sat with me, let me rant about absolutely nothing if Allura wasn’t available. He let me cry on him in the middle of video game nights. It was always hard to put a finger on, but though the others had their parts, Lance was the one I latched onto, in some sort-of more significant way.

One night in particular, I still think about a lot. Sometimes I wonder if Lance does. We’d just had a meeting with Matt’s resistance group, a couple of months after he died. The whole time I felt like they were looking at me, wondering how I was maybe. A few of them asked.

I said I was fine, but I was anything but. I only managed to hold it together until they left, and I didn’t even make it all the way back to my room. I slipped into one of the small observation rooms instead to cry instead and it was like the stars were laughing at me.

Who did I think I was? they were saying. A sixteen year old girl who couldn’t keep it together for one night after losing one person? Well...two people. Shiro counted. This was a war. We were probably going to lose more people. None of us knew how this was going to end.

It was just a bad night. Irrational thoughts and fears and guilt cascading on each other. But at some point a hand appeared on my shoulder and when I calmed down enough to look Lance was there. I think he’d been there almost the whole time, just sitting beside me on the steps down to the observation window.

When I noticed him I leaned into his shoulder and he put an arm around me. “So...milkshakes and video games?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, laughing once. “That sounds great.”

But we sat there for a while longer, not really wanting to move. I watched him, while we sat, thinking of everything he’d done for me, and...I don’t know. I still don’t know why I did it.

“Lance…?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m going to do something really stupid, and you’re not going to overthink it, and then we’re never going to talk about it. Is that okay?”

He looked at me curiously, an eyebrow cocking for a second or two, but maybe something in my face gave it away because then he just sort of smiled, and I think he knew what I was going to do.”

“Sure...”

So I just did it. One of my hands went to his face and I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips - one he returned. It only lasted a moment, but when I pulled back he was blushing, and I think I was too. I had to let my head fall to his chest to keep it from just getting worse.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “For everything.” Then I jumped up and told him I was going to get out of my armor and meet him later if he was still up for video games.

“Yeah, uh, I’ll get on the milkshakes.”

He’d agreed to never talk about it, and we didn’t. Even when I turned around almost a year after we all got back to Earth and he was still there. When we started dating I was sure he would say something, but he respected my wishes from that night, and he never did. We never talked about it.

Maybe we should have.

***

“So that’s it, and I’m the biggest idiot on the face of the planet. Or the galaxy, I guess, since I’ve kind of been all over it...well I don’t know, I may not be that dumb, but I’m definitely the biggest idiot on Earth...hey, you don’t have to agree with me!”

A huff of warm breath blows over my hair, and the soft furry torso under my head rumbles as if in laughter. I glance up at Green’s carefully neutral face.

“Sure, laugh it up,” I sigh. I feel around at my side for a flower stem and come up with a weed instead. None of it is real anyway - we’re in some sort of liminal space between Green’s head and mine, really - but I’m still briefly annoyed.

Another rumble, and I smile.

“Yeah, I missed you too.”

I turn over on my side and snuggle farther into her green fur. She shows me more of what’s been going on out there, and I let her rummage around in my head a little in return, because I don’t really feel like talking anymore. It’s nice just to be here.

After a while, though, Green starts to nudge me with a question.

“Yes, I’ll talk to him...when I can figure out what to say...what do you mean just do it? I have to do it right...no, I am not going to overthink and never do it!”

Except part of me is almost afraid I might. And Green seems to be telling me waiting could be worse. That he just needs to know how I really feel.

“And how do you know?” I mumble. She doesn’t answer; instead she shakes me off and stands, forcing me to at least sit up. “Okay, okay. Geez.”

As I get to my feet in the meadow that isn’t really there, Green nudges at my legs, trying to get me to look in a particular direction. When I do I realize we’re not alone anymore; several yards away, we’ve somehow been joined by Blue, Red...and Lance.

“What did you do!” I hiss at Green. She just rumbles and nudges me forward again as Lance turns and sees us.

Lance blinks. “What…? We’re usually alone in here.” He glances down at Blue. “You did this, didn’t you?” It must have been Blue, if one of them helped. Red is looking at me like she’d rather just eat me.

“I’m sorry, I think Green had a hand in it too, but I didn’t…” I sigh. “I think they want us to talk.”

“Oh…” He scrubs at the back of his neck anxiously, shifting his weight. He looks around at this space that we’re in. “Doesn’t seem like we’re getting out of this, does it?”

Blue grumbles and nudges him forward now, confirming she’s the one who was complicit in this. I close some of the distance between us and and open my mouth, because I can’t make him start. Not when this is my fault.

“Lance, I…”

“You could have asked me, you know,” Lance says, before I can manage to finish. He isn’t really cutting in. I don’t know if anything else was really coming out anyway.

“What?”

“You were talking to Allura earlier. I’m pretty sure I know what you were talking about; I’m not quite that dumb.”

“You’re not dumb; I’ve never thought that. What are you…?”

“That’s not the point,” he says, slicing at the air with a hand. “The point is that if you wanted to know what happened between me and Allura you could have just asked me. You’ve had years to ask me.”

“I know...I’m sorry.”

“Are you ready to hear what I have to say now? Rather than just assuming you know how my brain works?”

I just nod.

“Look, was it nice at the time? Being with Allura? Of course it was! That was all I thought I’d wanted since I met her! But that was all it was...wish fulfillment, I guess. I mean that’s all it turned out to be, besides helping a friend who wasn’t doing so great. Honestly I wasn’t doing so great either. We helped each other. And that was it. We weren’t in love; not like that. Ever.”

He shrugs. “And if you’ve misread how I’ve acted around her since then, I’m just—I care about her. As a friend. A lot. You know? That’s all.” He huffs. “I thought what we had was different. We didn’t get together after what happened to Matt; we waited until we got back to Earth, and stuff had settled down. I thought it was...safe...I don’t know. I mean I know we helped each other too, still, even though it was different, and that’s fine, but I thought—!”

Lance stops, and even though this is all in our heads he’s trembling a little. He almost looks like he’s breathing too hard.

“But I guess I was wrong.”

“No,” I say quickly. “I was wrong. I was just scared, Lance. I think I wanted it to be real so badly that I had to assume it wasn’t because if I let myself think it was and I was wrong, I…and-and I made a mistake. A huge mistake.”

He just stares. Like he doesn’t know what to do with that.

“Lance? I was idiot. I know that. Can this please just stop now? I miss you.” There. It’s all out now. Maybe Green was right.

But after another agonizing moment Lance sighs as if something is still wrong.

“And I love you,” he says. But it comes out in a way that makes it sounds like he doesn’t know if I feel the same way.

And then I’m trying to remember if I have ever said that to Lance in a way that wasn’t joking, and...I don’t think I have. I haven’t. How have I not told him?

“Lance, I—”

He winces and holds up a hand to stop me. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”

“I mean it. I’ve...meant it for a long time.” I may be only realizing it now myself, but there it is.

So why does it look like it hurts him?

“Lance…?”

He shoves his hands in his jacket pockets and backs up a step. “Pidge…” His voice breaks. “I’d really love to just pretend the last week didn’t happen. But it did. And um...I-I need to deal with that, okay?”

“Okay...” There’s so much more I want to say, but I’m afraid of making it worse. At least we got somewhere, right?

Lance scrubs a hand through his hair and takes a heavy breath. “Yeah...I’m sorry.”

He turns to walk away, and Blue goes with him. In a moment they’ve faded from view.

Red remains for a moment. She doesn’t look quite like she wants to eat me anymore, but she still doesn’t look happy.

“Shouldn’t you be bothering Keith too?”

Red snorts, and Green translates for me.

“You did that, huh? Maybe go do it some more and stop staring at me like that?”

Red huffs again, but she goes, leaving me alone with Green. I sink back to the grass, and Green kind of wraps herself around me and lays down.

“I guess that could have gone worse…?” I mumble. “No, it’s not your fault. It probably wouldn’t have gone much different no matter when it happened.”

***

I wake up in Green’s hangar a short while after that, and of course it’s Lance I run into in the corridor between hangars when I go to look for the others. Because that’s just my luck.

We come close to bouncing off of each other and just stop and stand there awkwardly, not really looking at each other.

“We um…” I clear my throat. “We should talk to the others about Shiro. It’s getting late.”

He seems to relax when I find a topic to settle on. “Yeah, yeah, right. We should.” He motions in the direction of the main lounge, where we’ll probably find them. “I’ve got your back.”

And nothing else may be right at the moment, but at least there is that.

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This is a BIG Problem: Chapter 2

Word Count: 1.8k

Ship(s): Klance Chapters: 1 / 2

Summary: When a mystery figure pulls Keith into an alleyway and kisses him, Keith has a thousand of different ideas of what it could mean. But the last thing he expected was the figure to be the runaway prince, Lance, using him to hide him from the guards. Soon Keith is the second most wanted man (after Lance) and finds himself on an epic adventure with one of the royals that seemed so untouchable

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There was a certain thrill with running away. It was as if for once, Lance could be himself without worrying about starting a international war with everyone and their mother. For just a short moment he could run through the streets with the world off his shoulders, laughing and giggling and make every single impulsive decision he wanted because there was no consequences.

Lance had to admit, he was glad that the Altea family chose to keep to themselves. Sure, they did public events and cheesy balls with princes and princesses from far off nations, but those spectacles occurred so rarely after their father, Alfor, died. They shut themselves up, barely interacting. The people had started to forget their faces, vaguely remembering facial features and hair color.

If Lance was lucky, nobody in the royal family would notice his disappearance. It was a big castle and there was always something to do that kept Allura and Coran busy, so he would go unnoticed for hours. He always found himself sneaking into town when he felt the pressure weigh in on him as they arranged plans for his and Allura's coordination. He made friends, a small few he trusted. And by a small few, he meant Hunk.

So of course he did what he did every time he ran away. He went to the Garrett family bakery.

"Pike!" Hunk says, using Lance's alias so it wouldn't draw attention. Lance smiles walking up to the counter to greet his friend.

"What are you doing here I thought you had... 'Important Buisness,'" Hunk says, using air quotes. Lance sighs, stealing a banana bread from a basket set out.

"I did." Hunk raises an eyebrow.

"I can't be in that house anymore."

"Obviously." Lance leans against the counter, munching on his banana bread and flashing smiles and girls he caught staring because he couldn't help but flirt even when he was in distress.

"Is something wrong? Do you need somewhere to crash for a while?" Lance sighs, finishing the banana bread and setting ten gak on the counter.

"I just wanted to get away for a while. All the responsibility... I can't be there anymore." Hunk hums, turning to help a customer in line, then turns back to Lance.

"So what are you going to do?" Lance sighs.

"That's the problem. I don't know. Allura would be heartbroken if I left, but at the same time I don't feel like I fit in. I don't think I ever will."

"Don't talk like that." Lance sighs.

"You're right. I'm just being... me." Hunk puts his hand on Lance's shoulder.

"It'll be okay, okay." Lance smiles.

"Thanks Hunk." Lance rests his elbow on the table as Hunk continues to take orders. Soon they quickly run out of loafs of bread and Hunk turns to Lance with a nervous smile.

"No. Hunk you know I'm not as good of a baker as you."

"Pleeeasseee? I'm here alone and you're doing nothing." Lance huffs, heading into the back and pulling out a giant recipe book. Granted, this isn't the first time Lance has cooked for the Garrett bakery. Hunk was in constant need of help whenever his parents had to run out for errands or parties and Hunk used any extra hand he had, and he didn't trust Lance with the money ever since he slipped a couple hundred gak in the drawer. "I want all the money I make to be from my own work, not because you think I'm a charity case," Hunk would argue. Lance sighed, taking out the yeast and sugar, mixing it in lukewarm water and waiting for it to rise. It was a very boring process, making bread, but a small part of Lance did enjoy it. The reward was always greater than the effort put in, and the smell of baking bread was heavenly.

He continues to make the bread, kneading the dough and getting flour in his hair. He set it aside to let it rise and smiled, happy with his work as he washed his hands and started to head back out to the store part of the little shop, but his eyes connected with Hunk's, who was slowly shaking his head. In front of him was two of his guards, Shay and Rax. Lance slowly walks back into the kitchen, catching snippets of the conversation between Hunk and the guards.

"I haven't seen the prince," Hunk says with a forced smile, giggling nervously. Rax shows him a picture.

"The princess is really worried about her brother are you sure you've never seen this guy before?"

"Haha-- maybe I saw him somewhere..."

"Where?"

"Uhh well uh you see it's kinda fuzzy a lot of people come through the store--"

"Did you see him or not," Shay cuts in. Lance can tell Hunk is cracking. He looks around the room and finds an open window. He climbs out of it, ignoring how ungraceful it was as he literally fell on the ground so hard he was sure a bone had cracked and he started to run, with no idea where he was going.

"There!" He heard Shay yell. There was heavy footfalls behind him and he started to panic. There was no way he could outrun them. They were trained for chases like this, and Lance was not the most avid runner. He scanned the area for possible cover, then he sees a dark alley between two buildings and a boy coming up to it, his mind seeming to be somewhere else entirely. He had long-ish dark hair and a short red cape on, but other than that his attire seemed to be mostly black and full of patches.  

Lance wasn't sure what drove him to do it. Maybe it was because he needed something to hide behind and he needed to blend into the scene or something, but as both him and the stranger neared the alleyway, he grabbed onto the boy's shirt, pulling him into the darkness with him and on a whim kissed him. He was aware of the obvious shock of the stranger as he dropped anything he was carrying, which wasn't much. The guards passed by a second later, paying no mind to them. Lance pulled away, breathless as he looked back up at the person he just kissed.

He was pretty. He had dark eyes that seemed to be a purple-ish color and his hair fell over his eyes as a bright red blush spread over his cheeks. His mouth was open slightly as he tried to stutter out words. Lance did the best thing he could do whenever he came across a pretty boy that he just kissed. He flirted.

He smiled, closing his eyes slowly and looking up at the boy through his lashes.

"Thanks for saving my skin," he says with a smile, saluting and running into the shadows, finding a ladder and climbing onto a roof because that's what people on the run did, right? He decides to put as much distance between him and the guards as possible before going back to the ground. He looks behind him and starts walking forward.... only to trample someone.

"WHAT THE QUIZNACKING QUIZ ARE YOU DOING?" A voice shrieks as bottles crash to the ground, spilling liquids everywhere. They fizzed and Lance felt one burn his foot. He hissed, backing away.

The girl got on her hands and knees, picking up any salvageable bottles and carefully picking up the glass.

"Here let me help--"

"I GOT IT THANK YOU VERY MUCH," the girl snaps. Lance squeaks, jumping back a little. The girl stands, looking at him with a very much annoyed expression.  She was short, significantly shorter than Lance, and had big round glasses that didn't seem to quite fit her face. Her cheeks were dotted with freckles that almost looked like constellations and she had short hair put into two messy ping-tails. She regarded Lance with a scowl.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Lance hears the ever recognizable heavy footfalls of the royal guards. He mutters a curse word.

"Yeah about that..." He pushes the girl deeper into the shadows and she raises an eyebrow.

"They're looking for you," she says with a smirk. Lance huffs.

"Look I need somewhere to hide out for a while so this can die down a little. Do you have anywhere?" The girl sighs.

"The fates whispered of this possibility but i hoped it wasn't true."

"....What?" The girl grabs the hood of his cloak and pulls him towards a small shop with little trinkets and things in the window, all of them having a sort of mystical energy. She opens the door, pulling them both inside and disappears in the piles of stuff.

"Uh.. cool place?" She comes back out with a sheet in her hand and throws it over Lance's head. Lance shouts.

"What the quiznack was that?"

"You told me to hide you."

"I said if you had a place where I could hide out." The girl huffs, rolling her eyes, heading back to the counter.

"Then its not my fault when mullet boy finds you."

"What are you talking about?" The girl pulls out new bottle from a cupboard and pulls out spices, adding them to the vial. The mixture glows blue, then red.

"My friend. Keith. He's looking for you."

"Why is he looking for me? More importantly, who are you?" The girl rests her chin on her hand almost as if bored. She adds another spice to the mixture, making it a purplish color.

"Pidge."

"Excuse me?"

"Everyone calls me Pidge so I am Pidge."

"You're... freaky." Pidge gives him a look that says, "No duh."

"What are you doing?" he says, walking over. In the process he almost knocks over a glass ball. Pidge barely even bats an eye, sticking her hand out even though she's at least ten feet from it. The ball hovers in the air for a moment before finding its way back to the shelf.

"Be careful," she says in a monotone voice.

"HOW DID YOU DO THAT?"

"Like you've never seen magic before, Prince Asshat."

"Excuse me?" Lance blinks. Pidge looks up, annoyed.

"Sit in a corner and be quiet or something. I'm working on something." Lance raises an eyebrow.

"It kinda just looks like you're making pasta."

"ITS NOT PASTA," Pidge shouts. Lance backs off.

"Then what is it?" Pidge sighs, rubbing her eyes.

"It's something you're going to need in the future." The future...

"Earlier you said something about the fates... Can you see into the future or something."

"Yes and it is a pain."

"Why? Wouldn't it be cool? You could avoid disasters and help people."

"Prince Asshat. I don't know if you understand how the fabric of time works."

"Stop calling me that." She sighs.

"I can take precautions, but telling someone their entire future? It ruins everything for everyone." Lance frowns.

"I don't understand the problem?"

"Avoid one problem, you get one much worse. The best thing you can do is take precautions." Lance raises an eyebrow.

"Like wha--"

"PIDGE HOLY FU--" The stranger is there, and Lance can't breath.

"YOU!" His eyes narrow. Oh quiznack.

[dark-unimaginably-stupid-kids]

Not Dreaming of You  [Ch 1]

(Because You Won’t Let Me Sleep)

Series- Voltron

Pairing(s)- End Game is Klancelot, with a slight incline toward Keitor simply based on the set up.

Other pairs include minor Shallura, past Rolotor, one-sided Sheith. platonic Plance and even a hint of Heith if you squint real hard.

Characters in this fic in order of most screen time: Keith, Lotor, Lance, Pidge, Hunk, our Lovely Lady Generals, Kuron, Shiro, Allura, Rolo and Nyma

 Synopsis: Keith has been tensely living with Lotor for about a year. They aren’t exactly friends, but occasionally they can get along. Suddenly with no explanation their neighbor Rolo moves out and two very noisy whack jobs move in. Somewhere between the loss of Lotor’s old fuck buddy and Keith’s sleep deprivation things start to get a little…odd.

“I’m telling you, there is something wrong with them!”

Chapter 1-

In which Keith gets out of work late and is too tired to deal.

Lance is loud and Lotor is…Lotor.

Work had been exhausting. God knows why anyone in their right mind would travel all over the grocery store with raw meat in their basket just to leave it buried behind the cereals—because that’s absolutely where it’s supposed to go right?

Keith had been the unfortunate one to find the mess and the blood and the boxes and boxes of completed ruined cereal. That was just the cherry on top of his grueling day at the express lane feigning cheer and putting up with stupid customers.

One of these days he was going to quit. Just. Just take his little name tag and stab Iverson in the eye with it.

…That could end in incarceration rather than just a very clear “I Quit” though so…maybe not.

Whatever. He was exhausted. He was allowed to day dream.

Even if it was close to two in the morning and he was laying on the couch praying for his aching muscles to give him the strength to drag himself into the shower because!! He was not crawling into bed like this absolutely not, na-uh.

He was so tired though. Maybe he could just. Take a little nap right on the couch.

His roommate wasn’t due home for another couple hours, little club hopping piece of shit that he was. Heck, if Keith was really lucky Lo would find somewhere else to spend the night and Keith could have the apartment all to himself in the morning to wallow in his miserable life.

But he needed to shower.

Lo or not he needed to shower and crawl into bed and sleep for the next week.

He rolled off the couch and screamed at nothing—quietly, to mind his neighbors beyond thin walls—and when that didn’t help his situation at all he dragged himself to his feet to trudge along to his bedroom for his towel. Normally, he’d carry clothes with him as well as he was so unlike his roommate in that he didn’t thoroughly enjoy parading around the apartment naked but fuck it he wasn’t home and Keith really didn’t want to wear clothes or exist—

He was going to pull the extra fluffy blanket out of the closet tonight it would be glorious and absolutely necessary and prudent to his recovery.

God did he still smell like cow blood?

He still smelled like cow blood.

“What IS that?!”

Keith fumbled with his towel.

“I know it…! PIIIIIIDGE!”

“what-what-what-what!?!! Why are you screaming?!”

That was coming from those thin walls as previously noted. A boy and a girl. The girl sounded further away but grew progressively louder as she presumably got closer to the wall Keith shared with them.

It was two in the morning right? Why were they so active?

And didn’t Rolo live next door? Neither of these two sounded like Rolo.

“Do you smell that?! What is that!?!”

“Lance we just moved in there’s bound to be—Oh.”

“YOU SMELL IT TOO DON’T YOU!?!”

“Well—!”

“Dude! Is it coming from the walls!?!”

They were excitedly squeaking at each other, getting shriller as they went. Keith could feel his head rattling. He really didn’t have the energy to be concerned about what kind of mold Rolo had growing in his apartment. Of course, by default that meant it could very likely spread and become Keith’s concern in a short span of time but…

For right now, he just couldn’t be bothered.

As he held his towel in his hands he briefly considered how disgusting his hands were. He’d washed them eighty times at the store but they just. Didn’t feel clean enough. And now they were on his perfectly clean towel he was going to need to use to dry himself off later.

Maybe he should just dump this in the dirty clothes along with his uniform and just—air dry.

“No. No Lance, we can handle this okay. We just got here. This is gonna be good for us. We’re fine. We’re two… totally stable…totally normal individuals and we can handle this, no wigging out.” The girl sounded determined and her voice somehow retained human levels of shrill.

The boys did not, “But Pidge it’s right there!”

Keith glared at the spot on his wall where he was sure the boy on the other side must have leaned against it with a thump. He was confused, but too tired to ask so instead he walked over to that spot on the wall and slammed his open palm down against it. The smack made his entire body go weak but with the startled yelp from the other side it had been worth it.

“Keep it down!” Keith shouted at them.

“God Lance look what you—how could you already upset the neighbor!?”

“Why does it smell like this!?!”

Keith quirked a brow but the girl shushed him and there was the sound of several thumps and a door shutting hard.

Alright.

Okay.

You know What?

This is fine.

He took his disgusting towel in his disgusting hands anyway and went to shower.

There was something crazy soothing about being drenched in scalding hot water when your body felt like gelatin. He might have stayed in there until the skin on his fingers got pruney but frankly he didn’t care. He wrapped his towel around his waist, having mostly forgotten it was previously dubbed “disgusting” and let himself out of the extremely fogged up bathroom.

Standing out in his apartment in nothing but his towel felt a little strange, but he reminded himself Lo wasn’t home and hopefully, one day when he lived far far away in a lonely little shack in the middle of nowhere, every day would be like this and it wouldn’t be weird then.

The bathroom door looked out onto a hallway that ended in the apartment balcony and Keith offered the darkness of three AM a passing glance when he caught sight of something that looked vaguely terrifying.

If Keith had to admit it, it looked almost like the shadow of a person on the balcony. The shadow of a person, crouched on the floor, staring through the sliding glass door with glowing golden slits for eyes.

But, when Keith’s eyes adjusted from the light and fog of the bathroom to the blurred darkness of the outside there was absolutely no shadow and no glowing eyes.

Clearly, Keith was tired.

His stomach growled in agreement.

Wait, no.

No way. He was not hungry he couldn’t be hungry he didn’t have the energy left to be hungry—!!

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Lotor came home while Keith was standing in their kitchen chewing on a pop tart over the sink, still clad in only his towel.

Keith didn’t need a mirror to realize he was probably pink in the face and doing a piss poor job of hiding his panic.

Lotor stared at him for a long moment, door ajar behind him, coat half shrugged off his shoulder and keys in hand.

“…Good Morning, Red.”

“It’s night time.” Keith mumbled over a mouth of pop tart he hadn’t managed to swallow.

Just like that, Lotor relaxed, “It’s 3 AM. As in morning. Don’t be difficult.”

“…Fair.”

Lotor shut the door and locked it before shrugging his coat the rest of the way off and hanging it from one of the hooks near the door. Keith had one too, but his cropped jacket wasn’t as aesthetically pleasing as Lotor’s long black fleece lined coat. And Lotor would definitely fight him if the hideous bright red thing clashed with his living room.

It had won him the nickname “Red” after all.

To be fair, since Lotor’s dad was footing most of the bill for the apartment the two of them had moved into after their sophomore year, Keith really couldn’t complain much.

“Anyway, is there a reason you’re up this late? And…naked?” Lotor’s eyes drifted up and down Keith’s pale form and Keith felt vaguely violated. When Lotor dared to raise his eyebrows and smirk Keith almost threw the remainder of his pop tart at him.

“Got out of work late, showered, snacked. That’s all.”

“Darn, and here I thought you’d finally cracked and fallen prey to my charms, that I could have gotten lucky tonight after all. Perhaps there’s still a chance to convince you?”

Keith flushed and stuffed his face with the rest of his pop tart, a large part of him wanted to dart into his room and ignore the comment but the part of him that rose to the challenge wanted to bait him. He knew it was a joke but he wanted to see how far Lotor would take it, “You want to convince me?”

Lotor leaned against the kitchen counter, a small but obvious smirk on his face as he looked Keith up and down again, seemingly considering the idea before he shrugged his shoulders, “Eh. You look beat. I’ll try again tomorrow. Stay naked though, makes it easier.”

Clearly Lotor was still working whatever alcohol he’d consumed out of his system if he was going to play flirt like that.

“The pop tart crumbs on your mouth really seal the deal too. Really works for me.” Lotor’s grin widened to show his perfect teeth and Keith rolled his eyes, before rinsing his still vaguely pruney hands in the kitchen sink and wiping his mouth.

“Maybe I should eat something myself actually. Narti had me try something called a Dirty Bong Water. We had…possibly eight of them.” Lotor drawled out before squeezing past Keith in their tiny kitchen toward the refrigerator.

Keith hummed absently, trying to pretend he didn't pay close attention to the warmth of the other man's presence or the way several unnaturally silver strands of hair were falling loose from the bun he'd tied it all into earlier that night.

“We have to go shopping,” Lotor mumbled as he peered around the contents of the fridge. They were almost out of soy milk, the grapes had shriveled and needed to be thrown out, they had two eggs left and a ridiculous amount of pudding but otherwise, yes, it was looking pretty scarce.

“Not it!” Keith shouted immediately.

Lotor turned to stare at him as if he’d grown a second head, “But you work there.”

“Exactly! That’s like my asking you to go to your dad’s firm on your day off.”

Lotor’s brows remained quizzically raised, “That isn’t the same thing at all. Why would I have to go there on my day off? I barely work there as it is.”

“To get groceries.”

“It’s a law firm, Keith. You're not making any sense.”

“I am very tired, Lo.”

The taller boy retreated from the fridge and shut the door behind him as he offered his roommate a sympathetic stare.

“Perhaps you should go to bed then?” He offered.

Keith nodded, “Hopefully the new neighbors will let me—oh! Did you know about that? That we got new neighbors today?”

At this Lotor’s eyes, a pretty deep dark blue, flashed in recognition, “Ah yes, I did see them come in today. Not sure what exactly got into Rolo but he said something about going back to his family for a while.”

Keith blinked, “…Rolo hates his family.”

“I’m aware.”

“He moved into his van when he was fifteen. He couldn’t wait to get away from them. Why the hell—”

Lotor raised a hand to silence Keith before placing both hands on Keith’s shoulders and turning him around, nudging him forward, “I don’t know Red, and there’s no point in asking me, these are mysteries for the daylight hours—”

“Eh it's not like it matters. I didn’t really like him anyway.” Keith continued, tilting his head back, watching Lotor’s long tan fingers as they released his shoulders with a questionable wave.

“Hm?” Lotor hummed. Of course, he didn’t know how little Keith and their neighbor got along given that in the last year he'd never actually seen the two interact. But if he had been paying attention one could even make the case that Rolo would have preferred his family to having to live next to Keith at this point.

Why were things so tense between Keith and his neighbor?

Well, because Lotor had an awful habit of getting bored, wandering over to the apartment next door, and not coming back for hours during which Rolo would play that horrendously awful “sexy times” playlist that Keith was more than tired of listening to.

Of course, to be clear, Keith’s annoyance was primarily with the playlist and not in Lotor’s involvement at all.

Naturally.

The man just had awful taste in music.

Though after Rolo met his girlfriend Nyma and Lotor stopped going over to the backdrop noise of deep repetitive beats Keith might have to admit he found his neighbors existence slightly less annoying.

Even despite the fact the music never stopped because Nyma wasn't even remotely prudish.

But again, Lotor wouldn’t know and it didn't matter because it had nothing to do with Lotor.

Nothing. Not a thing.

“He was just a dick sometimes, ya know?”

A vaguely knowing look passed over Lotor’s face as he eyed his roommate. At Keith’s unsure silence Lotor finally shrugs and reached up to run his fingers through his hair. Remembering at the last moment that his hair was tied up, he lifted both hands instead. One removed the hair tie, the other quickly went to work threading through his locks to make them appear sensible.

Of course, they always appear sensible.

Because Lotor always looks like a goddamn model no matter what he’s doing.

At least, Keith thinks dryly, he knows Lotor’s hair isn’t naturally silver. Hell, he’d even helped touch up the other mans roots once or twice when they’d been having a tolerable week.

Still. Rooming with Lotor had always given him a touch of a self esteem issue. He was just. Perfect. All the time. And on top of that he was a very prosperous flirt who could get pretty much anyone he wanted and flaunted this evil super power with this infuriating pride—

Keith wasn’t really interested in relationships if he was being honest, he was too busy trying to figure out his life and what he was going to do with a bachelor’s in liberal studies and a dead end cashiers job to really try going out and meeting anyone. But sometimes, he figured, it might have been nice.

And maybe it would be nice to get that kind of attention from Lotor in a more genuine way.

Rather—not Lotor, of course not Lotor—but when he’d walked in earlier and almost looked like he was genuinely checking him out it almost made Keith feel…good.

God damn Lotor had nice hair.

“But the new neighbors are noisy. So. I’m not sure if we leveled up or not,” Keith offered finally.

Lotor raised a brow as he decided he wasn’t going to wait for Keith to call it a night and let himself into the bathroom. Keith stayed idle at the entrance to the hallway. Honestly, it was rare they’d talked this long as it was and Keith probably should have taken the hint and just gone to bed.

Heck, he was still wearing just a towel. How exhausted was he that he could just forget that fact?

“Noisy?” Lotor called out to him, surprising him. He really had thought Lotor was going to ignore him and head to bed at this point.

Lotor turned on the sink and proceeded to brush his teeth while Keith explained what he’d overheard when he came back from work.

“Rolo doesn’t have mold. I was there yesterday,” Lotor responded dryly when he was finished rinsing.

“Well what else could it have been?”

“More questions I’m simply not equipped to answer for you tonight, Red. But I’ll tell you what, I’ll go over tomorrow and investigate. Make nice with the new neighbors. I’m sure they’re not as bad as you think.” Lotor dried his hands on the purple hand towel and shut off the bathroom light mumbling about it being way too late to take a shower and odds were Keith had used all the hot water.

This was one of their first arguments as roommates, they both enjoyed scalding hot showers and if Keith was tired he simply would not leave. They had decided at that point Keith would bathe in the mornings and Lotor would take the evenings baring unforeseen circumstances that they would then accommodate to accordingly. Much like he was going to do now.

But again, Lotor was perfect so he probably didn’t even sweat and he certainly didn’t come home smelling like cow blood so he’d be fine.

Regardless, Keith couldn’t help but consider how willing Lotor was to visit the new neighbors.

“…Which one.” He groaned, voice dripping with exasperation.

“Pardon?”

“Which one caught your attention?” Keith grumbled while the taller male paused in front of him, his eyes lingering on Keith’s collar bone for just a second. Keith assumed he’d imagined a mosquito or something. Lotor absolutely hated those and would quite comically rave about setting fire to the apartment if it took longer than ten minutes to kill one.

Not that there was any reason for Keith to be thinking about some of the funnier or cuter things Lotor was capable of when he was so close to him and naked.

Honestly, Keith didn’t want to hear the answer to his question but he couldn’t help that he’d still asked it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Keith.” Lotor even said it with a lilt and the beginnings of that shit eating grin Keith hated so much.

“I swear to god Lotor— they already sound annoying I don’t need you making it worse.”

Lotor laughed outright and Keith wanted to wretch at the awkward feeling in his stomach.

“Red, you think everyone is annoying.”

“And don’t you forget it. You’re not even an exception.”

Lotor nodded, raising a hand to Keith’s head and roughing up his hair. Would it be dramatic to say it felt like his heart stuttered with the motion? Lotor gave him palpitations. Clearly living together was shortening his lifespan.

“I’m aware. Nice chatting with you, we should avoid it in the future.”

Keith shivered at the fond way Lotor said that, but he blamed his current ensemble for it, “We should. Agreed.”

Lotor removed his hand from the others hair and waved, “Night Red.”

Yeah. Yeah really this was such a weird night.

“Night Lo.”

Lotor’s bedroom door shut quietly behind him and Keith shuffled into the hallway closet to dig out his fluffy blanket as he had planned at the beginning of the night.

When he made it to his room the neighbor was playing music. Not as loud as Rolo but still loud enough to keep him up if he were any less exhausted.

The quality of music was also nicer. Softer… Spanish?

When Keith’s head hit the pillow he went out like a light, whether it was from exhaustion paired with the music or the idea of this being the start of one of those “tolerable” spells between himself and his roommate, he didn’t know, he didn’t care.

Sleep was just. So good and so necessary right now.

And yet he woke up around sunrise to the sound of his neighbors shrieking.

“Cover it up! COVER IT UP!”

“I’m TRYING!”

Keith pulled his second pillow over his head and squeezed it tightly. Somehow he got the feeling sleep would be a rare thing from now on, with those two living next door.

What the fuck was wrong with them? ----

AN: So I would have posted this earlier but I was thoroughly distracted by Steven Yeun’s VOICE--

And yes, this is another multi-chaptered fic (Because what the fuck Gen) I’m still going to be working on IFE but it’s at a slightly lower priority right now because A) I’m totally winging it and it was mostly an experiment to play with some world building for my original series and B) There doesn’t seem to be much interest in it ANYWAY so like...no pressure yeah? <3;;; Also C) THIS STORY RIGHT HERE ACTUALLY HAS A PLOT?!!!

Like I have actual chapters planned and Lisa even got a ridiculous derpy outline when I was bored and ended up writing one instead of working on Dusk.

This was SUPPOSED to be a stupid little one shot with Klance and platonic Plance but then suddenly there was Lotor. Descended from space to give me a message! “You’re going to love me and give me the littlest blade now.” And suddenly my derpy Klance one shot became multi chapters predominantly Keitor/Klancelot.

So.

Fuck it.

Let’s see how this goes lol.

[rigb0ner]

❀ ✿ ❁ SHANCE FIC RECS ❀ ✿ ❁

“Your Voice Means That Everyone is Okay.” http://archiveofourown.org/works/11779281/chapters/26559498 by @opticalcrown “Smoke Signals” http://archiveofourown.org/works/8465548/chapters/19394755 by tango1_1 “I’ll be Your New Home” http://archiveofourown.org/works/8942584/chapters/20470024 by robotjellyfish “Closer to Your World” https://archiveofourown.org/works/8549284/chapters/19600723 by @castlesl “Text Me” https://archiveofourown.org/works/11260701/chapters/25177083 by @strawberrylovely “From Broken to Whole” https://archiveofourown.org/works/10545550 by MoonlitPaladin “Guard my Heart” https://archiveofourown.org/works/10724496 by MoonlitPaladin “In for Keeps” https://archiveofourown.org/works/10777035/chapters/26107893 by aikyo10 “Fairest of Them All” https://archiveofourown.org/works/11956920 by @saltyshiro “It’s Not Real” https://archiveofourown.org/works/12006150 by @strawberrylovely

“Two Shadows Went” https://archiveofourown.org/works/9483653 by @pitchgold

“Us. Talking.” https://archiveofourown.org/works/11211030#main by @profoundprincessface

“Coming Home” https://archiveofourown.org/works/7747300?view_adult=true by batbooty

[erithel]

How do you come up with ideas for fan-fiction ?(specifically Voltron I guess)

I think in your “future” fan fic it was about addressing details and things in the show that were abandoned/ or just weren’t mentioned a lot. But of course correct me if I’m wrong, it’s been a bit since I read it :)

Hm. Interesting question.

Mainly when writing fanfiction (or anything tbh), I usually start with one single concept or even an image as a basis.

And honestly it's usually a super simple concept.

To give you examples, for "The Future" the entire fic was actually just built around the line Lance said in canon "Sometimes all you have to do is knock." It stuck in my head in congruence with Keith having walls up and, and it just felt too perfect a combo not to do something with. That's how the fic started. And as I fleshed it out, it gave me an opportunity to naturally address some of those unresolved issues.

Another example is my current multi chapter fic, "Chasing Stars and Memories." The entire thing was born from the single idea that what if Keith and Lance met alternate versions of themselves, but one of them was female?

I have a whole word doc (which I really need to organize better) where I write down ideas if I get them.

A lot of these ideas don't go anywhere, or they go somewhere but not enough for a one shot.

My writing process usually involves writing out individual scenes or moments and then seeing if it's worth building on. I've posted one or two of those scenes on my Patreon, but most of them need some major editing lol.

For VLD, there are always some underlying things I like to address if they fit into the story – Keith sacrifice, Lance's death as examples – but everything starts out as the most basic, one-note idea.

What if the team had to only tell the truth for a week?

What if instead of the actual Game Show, Bob showed a reel of one significant moment for each of them that the other team members had no idea happened?

What if Keith kissed Lance on the lion right before his date with Allura?

What if the canon episode where they were stuck in space going space mad was actually only in Keith's head?

Everything always starts with something quick and easy, and it's really fun to see which ones I can expand on more. :)

[ao3feed-kallura]

"If I cut myself, I would bleed."

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by gayrrett_mp4

entertainment

/ˌen(t)ərˈtānmənt/ noun

>the action of providing or being provided with amusement or enjoyment.

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A VLD m/m OC x canon fic that I will try to update when I can because oh no new Hyper-fixation (I'm so sorry to those who are from my cookie run yandere book, I will try to write for that soon)

Words: 482, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Lotor (Voltron), Lotor's Generals (Voltron), Galran Soldiers (Voltron), Galrans (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Original Galran Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Coran (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), The Blade of Marmora

Relationships: Lotor (Voltron)/Original Character(s), Allura/Keith (Voltron), Allura & Coran & Hunk & Keith & Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt & Shiro, Adam/Shiro (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Eventual Smut, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Relationship(s), Past Child Abuse, Past Character Death, My First Work in This Fandom, Original Character(s), Minor Original Character(s), This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Out of Character, none of this lines up with canon, Angst, I Suck At Writing Fight Scenes, but this book has alot of them, Lotor gets a boyfriend cause ffs give this man somthing nice, Galrans are shitty, gladiator fights, Gladiator Shiro (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron) Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Childhood Trauma, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Everyone Needs A Hug, sex will happen, Rough Sex, Smut, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Heavy Angst, These Bitches Need Therapy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Not Canon Compliant

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