Froggy Fiction

READ BEFORE REQUESTING I want to grow as a writer. Always taking requests, mostly for Voltron, Be More Chill, and Dear Evan Hansen

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Update

I currently have 9 prompts to do, some of which are partially completed. It is likely I will not be able to continue working on them until summer; however, I still encourage people to send in more prompts.

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An apology

I apologize for not having posted anything in the last few days, I've been incredibly busy and as much as I love this account, the prompts I have left to write at this point, and the support I've gotten thus far, this account is still a low priority for me. I am in school and am involved in multiple after school activities. I will try to get back into this as soon as possible but I have no idea when that will be (though I imagine it will be within the week)

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Can you write about lance (from voltron) getting angry? like snaping, because I feel like we haven't seen lance truly angry yet, all the times we have seen him mad, but it seemed more agitated to me, and so I would love it if you wrote about lance snapping, just him being so sick of everything and someone makes a bad comment at the wrong time and he just snaps and he is terrifying, please? (p.s can it be super angst?)

Sorry if this is quite what you wanted, but here you go anon!

I image Lance as someone who would let himself get beat up but would kick someone’s ass if they dared to touch his friend, as well as being quietly intimidating since he often is loud and the contrast shows how serious he’s being.

Warning for some light swearing!

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Lance made his way towards the kitchen, he was up a bit earlier than usual, though not overly so. He had gotten enough scoldings from Allura to know he needed to get his shit together. He often feels like he’s holding back the team and he is willing to make double the effort to become useful.

As he approached the entrance to the kitchen, he heard the muffled sounds of his teammates talking. Hoping Hunk was working his magic and preparing something other than the bland food goo, he sped up a tad. His fantasies of Hunk’s cooking ended abruptly when he got close enough to clearly make out what one of the voices was saying

“-know he’s trying, but he has to step it up! He’s lagging behind all of us.” He heard Shiro say

Lance stopped in his tracks. Shiro, Lance’s hero, just openly spoke about some of Lance’s biggest insecurities.

He spun around to go back to his room, however, dozens of cheesy soap operas and cliché scenes of drama being started from someone misinterpreting, mishearing, or misunderstanding made him stay.

He pressed his back against the wall, and he slid down it until he was sitting. He was a couple feet away from the doorway so while he could make out what his team was saying, he still had time to react and get up if he heard footsteps.

“I say we make him train more,” was Keith’s less than helpful input in lance’s opinion. He has trained a lot on his own, but he just wasn’t improving fast enough.

“Guys, Lance tries really hard, lay off a little,” Lance appreciated Hunk’s support and confidence in him, though it didn’t make Shiro and Keith’s comments sting any less

“Hunk, we know you’re the closest to Lance, but doesn’t that make your opinion a little more biased?”

“Lance isn’t at the same level as us, and he needs to get there.”

Hunk desperately tried to defend him but Lance knew it was a lost cause at this point, the more he listened to, the more he got frustrated. He contemplated getting up and leaving to calm himself down in his room now that he knew this wasn’t a misinterpretation; he was the subject of the conversation, more specifically, his inadequacy.

“Shouldn’t you get back to cooking or something? Shiro and I were discussing this and you kind of butted in,” Lance snapped to attention at that comment, did Keith seriously just say that?

Before Lance even processed what he was doing, he stormed into the kitchen, walked up into Keith’s startled face, his own looking furious, “What the hell did you just say?” his tone was even in a terrifying way

Keith seemed to understand it was a rhetorical question, Shiro seemed unnerved by Lance’s uncharacteristically serious tone.

“Lance, it was nothing-”

“That’s bull, Hunk, and you know it. That was entirely uncalled for.” Lance turned back towards the other two presences in the room, “Listen and listen well. If you even breathe another word that belittles, demeans, puts down, or even suggests Hunk did anything wrong when he hasn’t done a damn thing, then you’d better hope and pray I am as far behind in training as you suggest I am.” His tone was chilling, his eyes locked onto Keith’s, his icy glare effectively putting out the fire in Keith’s.

Keith soon snapped out of it and seemed to contemplate something before speaking, “So are you saying that if we insult Hunk you’ll be more motivated to train harder?” that was the wrong thing to say.

The ice in Lance’s gaze melted, being replaced with a fire that could burn anyone it was directed at, “If you dare to suggest what I think you are, my position on the team will not be your main concern.” his voice had started low, rising with every word, “Are we clear?” his words were short and tight, intimidating everyone in the room.

Nods from both Shiro and Keith were enough for Lance, he wasn’t going to let it go right away but he knew they understood.

“Alright, good,” Lance questioned if he should address what had spurred Hunk being dismissed and decided he would if only a little.

Lance locked eyes with Keith “What you say cuts deep,” he glanced at Shiro “Both of you. I looked up to you both, but I can take it. I know my faults, I know where I need improvement, and Hunk’s right, I do try…”

Lance’s voice had gotten soft as it trailed off, his eye’s having found themselves trained on the floor directly in front of his feet, he could feel the pitying gaze of the other three “All you are doing is vocalizing thoughts I’ve had a thousand times over,” Lance shook himself out of it and looked up again, Shiro and Keith stood in front of him ”but what I can’t take is you putting down my best friend when he has done nothing wrong.”

Lance had just about burned out, getting angry was exhausting. He was done with being frustrated for today, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, initially heading back to his room before opting to go to the only place he knew he couldn’t be disturbed. Blue.

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An AU with Marichat, Ladynoir, or Klance where Marinette/Lance dies and Chat/Keith lose it and go on a rampage in their anger and grief that doesn't particularly suit them as heroes. They break down and become cold and more malicious and ruthless, becoming the villain themselves if you care for that idea, or just more of an anti-hero. If it's with Keith, some disapproval, fear, and general angst from/with the other paladins would be cool. Thanks!

Hello! I really liked writing for this prompt, I chose to do Miraculous for the simple fact that all of the other requests so far that I have done or have left to do are Voltron and I’d like to showcase my work for Miraculous as well. I strayed slightly from the prompt, I hope you don’t mind!

Warning character death mentioned and referenced multiple times (nothing too graphic) 

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Chat stared at Ladybug’s- no, Marinette’s body where it laid. He finally knew who his lady was, but he never wanted to find out like this. The world seemed unbearably silent with a constant buzz being the only sound, the silence ended with Alya’s shriek.

Chat slowly shifted his eyes off of Marinette’s body, towards the girl who collapsed on and began weeping over her best friend’s body. He was still in shock, he couldn’t believe it. His lady, his first friend, Marinette was dead. Tears streamed down Chat’s face. He didn’t bother to hold them back, nor did he wipe them away.

He was frozen in place, he begged his legs to let him more, let him go to Marinette’s side. He stumbled forwards, walking at first though it morphed into a sprint. He had to get to her side. He had to.

But he didn’t get to.

The akuma still had to be dealt with, something that was glaringly obvious as the akuma victim shot a few feet in front of him, causing him to stop and turn towards her.

“Dammit! I missed!”

Chat saw Ladybug’s- Marinette’s earrings in her hand. He suddenly bolted towards the akuma victim, surprising her, and causing her to fumble with her weapon.

He cleared the difference between them in record time and lunged at the girl. He knocked her to the ground and ripped off the jewelry that had previously dangled around her neck, it was half of a BFF necklace.

This was where the akuma was, it was something Ladybug had figured out just before-

Grabbing the earrings from her hand, he stood- the still akumatized victim sprung to her feet, ready to fight. Before she could react, Chat dropped the necklace to the ground and crushed in with his baton. The akuma flew out and began to fly away.

Ladybug had to purify it, but Ladybug wasn’t there anymore.

“CATACLYSM!” It stung the second his hand touched the akuma, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Tears ran down his face from both the physical and emotional pain. He didn’t know how long he stood there letting his tears fall, he didn’t notice when a black butterfly landed on his baton until he heard a voice.

“Chat Noir, you’re in pain, but I can get rid of it all for you. All you have to do it bring me both of the Miraculous’!”

“You killed Ladybug. You killed Marinette.”

He heard Hawkmoth begin to speak “But-” Chat didn’t let him finish.

“But now,” Chat let out a bitter laugh “now you’re going to die.” He gave one last glance at the earrings in his hand before raising them to his ears.

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The Witch’s Arena

I combined two of the prompts I was sent, together. I hope neither of you mind. @captainsupergravity requested this post by @the-kittens-of-voltron and @comic-book-reider requested this post by @ohwhataprettypinkhat

Without further ado, here’s the langst!

Warning, mentions of gory things

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Lance was no longer conscious of what he was doing, he was running on a mixture of fear and adrenaline. Every sound that was made by him slamming a rock as hard as he could against the galra soldier make his stomach lurch and heart sink more and more. Sure the galra were the enemy, but he was the monster.

The mission had started typically enough, land on the planet, liberate it from the galra’s rule, make allies, and continue on their way to fight in this intergalactic space war, though things didn’t work out as planned.

To begin, the planet they landed on were allied with the galra and only partially interested in becoming liberated. Even Lance could admit that they had a pretty sweet setup though, they just reported to the galra and in turn, they got prisoners from the galra labor camps to advance their civilization and no one dared touch them. It was honestly a wonder why they were interested in being liberated at all! Y’know, besides morals.

The thing that really made the mission spiral out of control was when took off his helmet. It was a simple thoughtless action that shouldn’t have any consequences and yet, there Lance was. He had been stripped of armor and weapons and thrown into a makeshift gladiator arena, a pit in the ground with rocks stacked in such a way that anyone inside would be crushed to death if they tried to escape.

Through the chaos, he heard that he had been mistaken for a witch, something blue eye’s apparently signified according to this planet’s inhabitants. None of the team’s begging had any effect on the king.

Shiro had been the one to fight the hardest against the king’s verdict. However, at the threat of the galra being notified of the team’s arrival on the planet, he reluctantly withdrew. Not long after Lance had been thrown into the pit, a traitor galra was uncuffed, handed a weapon, and told that if he could defeat the witch, he would be free to leave. Lance didn’t think he stood a chance.

The sounds around him were muffled, the sound of his heart thumping as the galra slammed his against the wall of the pit, taking over the sounds of his friends’ desperate screams.

One particularly hard slam proved to be his saving grace, a rock came loose from the structure ensuring their captivity, effectively hitting his galra opponent. Lance took the opportunity, picking up the rock with both hands and letting gravity do most of the work, letting it drop on the fallen galra’s head over and over again.

Lance shakily stood up, blood coating his arms, his face, the rock discarded onto the ground, and the unrecognizable body that lay limply on the ground. He turned back towards his team, tears streaming down his face, he couldn't gauge their reactions as the tears made it too hard to see.

Then the king spoke, “The witch trials are not over yet! Bring in the next one!”

Lance’s eyes widened, and he turned fiercely towards the area the rocks were carefully cleared to make way for another prisoner to be thrown in. Before he could even process who he would have to fight next, he heard Pidge’s scream from the audience.

“Matt?!”

I diverged from the canon just a bit with the whole Matt situation to make it extra langsty ;)

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My dude, I live for Langst, and I would LOVE to see something where he's crabby with a really bad headache and maybe gets into a fight with Keith? You can choose what happens after that! Thank you so much! <3

There is a small amount of swearing in this.

I had a lot of fun writing this, thank you for the request!

(I’m really grateful for all of the requests so far, I have 5 more to write already!)

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Lance had just spent the last half hour glaring at his ceiling. He had no idea what the castle time was, only that he should definitely be sleeping; however, he realized his attempts would be fruitless. He had woken up needing to use the restroom, but soon found he would not be able to rest due to a throbbing headache.

The quiet of the castle should have been excellent for a headache, but it only seemed to amplify all sounds. The distant hum of the castle’s inner workings now sounded like a fly buzzing around his head. His footsteps sounding like the click-clack of high heels on tile, each step sending another wave of pain through his skull.

The sound of one of the other paladin’s rooms opening screeched in Lance’s mind. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep anytime soon so he opted to investigate. He had already washed off his face mask, the sound of running water had made the dull thump of his mind loud and sharp. Now, every noise he encountered frustrated him further, sharp pains rippling through his head as a constant rate.

He followed the sounds until he found himself at the training deck, and found Keith inside. Despite only one person occupying the room, it was loud. The whirling of the training bot, the hard footsteps, the clanging of metal whenever Keith hit his sword on anything, the involuntary sounds Keith made to push the air out of his lungs subsequently causing his heavy breathing; all of it hurt.

Granted, Lance shouldn’t have left his room if he wasn’t prepared for noises more intense than the usually peaceful white noise of his room. However, curiosity killed the cat, and there was no satisfaction to bring it back.

Just as Lance had turned to rush back to the less overwhelming noise of his room, he heard Keith call out, “End training sequence!”

Keith’s usually soothing voice sounded shrill and grating, causing Lance to wince. Keith turned towards the Blue Paladin, “Hey sleeping beauty! You’re looking a bit less than beautiful, you should get more sleep.” The comment was nothing but teasing, yet Lance could only process the physical pain it caused.

Lance started walking again only to be physically stopped by Keith, “What do you want, Keith?”

Keith seemed surprised at the blunt and tired sound of Lance’s voice, though he figured Lance was simply up before his usual waking hours, “Why are you asking what I want? You’re the one that interrupted my morning training right after I barely got started,” Now that Keith was closer to Lance, he could see how worse for wear he really was, “Wow, you look terrible.”

Lance glared at him “Fuck you. you woke me up… tha’s all” Lance’s words slurred, raising a few red flags in Keith’s mind, though he ignored them.

“Look, Lance, you should go back to bed-”

“Quit nagging me!” Lance interrupted, “I planned to do that before you decided to actually notice me for once in your life!”

Keith had no idea what Lance was talking about and he figured he would revisit this later when the other paladin was well rested, but for now, he was concerned with getting him to bed. “Lance. Go to bed.” his voice was short and curt, which wasn’t doing wonders for Lance’s head.

“Stop acting like the goddamn leader all the time! Stop acting like you’re better than me! Just stop! Shut up!” Lance knew he was acting irrationally but his head felt hot and heavy, throbbing in time with his increased heart rate. He felt light headed and gave in to how heavy his head felt as it crashed against the smooth floor of the training deck before Keith could even process what had happened.

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The Siren's Captain

My friend irl gave me a prompt to write about a pirate captain lady hunting a siren or humanoid kraken girl only to be saved by her (and they eventually fall in love but thats not in this part).

If you want more of this, simply request it!

Everything in this is my own, the characters are my original characters.

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The water bound girl dragged the sea captain- a self proclaimed enemy of the mermaid- onto floating debris. Slapping the captain’s face lightly, the sea girl spoke, “Hey dude, are you alright?”

The sea captain spit water into the girls face. Glaring at her venomously, she spit out words to match, “Im not a ‘dude’ I am a lady, and furthermore you should refer to me as Captain Lucia Algorian Vaughn!” The girl watched the captain carefully, not entirely sure what she had gotten herself into with her decision to save her.

“Sorry du- I mean Captain Lucia Algorian Vaughn. Jeez, that name’s a mouthful, can I just call you Captain Luc?” She asked, hopeful as she did not like formality.

Captain Luc’s eyes widened and filled with a fire that threatened to boil the ocean, “No you can not!” The shriek caused the sea girl to sink partially into the ocean in a futile attempt to muffle the sound, her eyes peered wide at the livid captain “You will not disrespect me or my name!”

The sea girl slowly raised herself from the water as she realized Luc was finished talking. Luc’s breathing was ragged and uneven from her outburst. The sea girl stuck her pinkie into her ear- twisting it around- and said, “Y'know, you’d think you’d be a lot nicer to someone who just saved your ass.”

Luc’s expression dropped, her eyes widened and her breathing steadied but only for a moment as she started to hyperventilate.

The sea girl looked shocked at Luc’s change in demeanor, and even more so as she exclaimed, “Shit! Fuck, uh alright. So you saved my life so now I have to be your slave right? Is that how this works?” Her panic seemed to increase every word she spoke.

“Erm, well no. What I re-” the sea girl attempted to reassure her, only to be cut off by more of Luc’s panic

“Wait, fuck I told you my name! You can make me do your bidding!” Luc looked terrified, something that didn’t seem to fit her personality under normal circumstances, however in her mind, upholding her image was not a high priority.

The sea girl rested her hand on Luc’s shoulder, “No, you’re thinking of fairies.”

The captain calmed down at that note and suddenly realized where the sea girls hand was, slapping her hand away, she cleared her throat, “On that subject matter, what are you? A siren? An giant mutated talking octopus?” Luc looked dead serious and the sea girl wasn’t sure if she should be afraid by that fact.

“Well my father is merfolk and my mother is a kraken but I mostly take after my father so I’d say I’m merfolk.”

“Alright siren,” a heavy sight from the mermaid was heard, “if you saved my life but you don’t want to enslave me, how can I repay you?

“Why don’t we start with you not trying to kill me anymore?” An almost pleading look was on the her face

Luc raised her eyebrow and cracked a very slight grin, “I guess I’ll have to manage.”

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