#coran angst

[tom-the-tortoise]

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[whydecide]

I hope you would be proud of me.

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Since I saw that Coran got the crystal from the castle and made it into a necklace, I could just see him using it to remember Altea and his family (specifically his pop-pop who built the castle). I know Coran is just the goofball but he’s soft too. He cares a lot and he misses Altea and ... yeah

[icypantherwrites]

Icy’s 30 Days of Thanks Day #6: Cream Waterfalls and Violet Stars and All The Broken Things by MashpotatoeQueen5

It’s important to show appreciation for all things both big and small. As part of the giving season for the month of November I wanted to extend some shoutouts to 30 fanfictions that I’ve read and loved ♥

I would like to thank them for the joy they’ve brought me, the laughs, the tears, the curses, the stomach curdles, the winces, the flinches, the “yessss,” the squeaks, the squeals, the arm flailing and of course the time, effort and love they have given these stories and for sharing them with us all.

All shoutouts are tagged as Icy30DaysofThanks (cough, if Tumblr would be so kind to actually work >>) for you to peruse. Please be sure to give these authors the love and thanks they deserve with a comment, a follow, a rec, a reblog… thank you ♥

Day #6

Cream Waterfalls and Violet Stars and All The Broken Things by MashpotatoeQueen5

Summary: Coran had children once.

(A fic about before and after, and the family that our favorite Space Uncle might have lost in his ten thousand years of slumber. Sad... but hopeful ending?)

My notes: A different headcanon than mine for Coran but equally as beautiful and tragic. I always love some good Coran angst (and there is not enough of it) and there’s almost nothing angstier than thinking to all of what this gorgeous man has lost with Altea’s destruction. I’m still salty over the fact we never got even a hint of it in canon but stories like this are a soothing balm.

Not only is the content lovely the writing style is gorgeous. It’s so fluid and flowing; almost liquid poetry and I would like to drown myself in it. 

[dulceringo]

Let’s start some Coran Angst

I have this idea after watching Guardians of the Galaxy vol 2. What if there is this AU where Coran is a space pirate and kidnapped Lance from Earth cause he is contracted by some all so powerful being living somewhere in the universe. Of course Coran immediately felt a connection to Lance and decided that no, he would not let that beast gets their hands on this child. Not until he knows what is happening to the other children brought to that beast. (Yeah, basically what happened to the whole movie.)

Imagine Coran saying Yondu’s last words to Lance before he died.

“He may be your father...but he was not your Daddy...”

(I made myself cry. Give me some Coran angst!)

[thesmollostbean3]

Silence (Coran Angst)

Silence is deafening. The quiet just makes thoughts seem louder, stronger. Coran knew all to well the sounds of silence. If the silence stays long enough, grief, fear and anger rear their heads. Questions of ‘what could I have done differently’ sneak to the forefront of the mind. Internal hatred comes out to have it’s say as sadness spreads it’s claws, grasping all it could find. These thoughts and emotions were opportunists, and silence gave them just that. An opportunity to reach out and attack. 

For Coran the silence was always there late at night, although never as bad as the one he faced tonight. The human boy, the blue paladin, was suspended in the cryopod once again, having been shot in the stomach by one of the Galran soldiers. This time it wasn’t Coran’s fault but he his mind wandered. A singular memory emerged, a memory filled with fire, a warning, pained screams, despair.   Coran knew that the Lance’s back was covered in a large burn scar. Coran knew that another scar would be left on the boy’s stomach from the blaster wound. The thought irritated him. Lance took so much pride in his appearance yet by the time the war was through he would be covered in too many scars to count. The same could be said about the other Paladins. Each time one of them got harmed they would end up in here and everyone would fret over them for a while before leaving. All but Coran at least. 

Coran would sit there, in that unforgiving silence, reminiscing of Altea and remembering the bright faces of the Paladins before they were forced to fight in a war that they didn’t completely understand. 

Coran would sit there, silence engulfing him as tears slid down his cheeks. 

-Kae

(Whelp not the best... but guys Coran needs some angst!)

[wholitzukoonfire]

Short one-shot alforan (Alfor/Coran) fic I wrote last night. Summary: The war raged, but two boys - now men, still love, still lose, still hide the pain. ((Or Coran and Alfor are together and we get to see what happens in the minutes before Coran is shoved into the cryopod, and capture glimpses of their past together.)) ((Or - again - A fill-in-the-gap of why Coran woke up at least 5 minutes after Allura))