#hidgance

[thesunshine-hunk]

Hidgance AU where Lance is a single father, Pidge is Lance’s babysitter and Hunk is the local coffee shop owner. One way or another, they all end up together

[raphidae]

End of the Year Fic Bonanza!!!

Hi there! I wanted to celebrate the end fo the year by writing some fan fiction! The first ten followers/fans to request a prompt (please, one per follower) will have a story written for them that’s at least 500 words long!

I’ll be editing the list below as I go along! :D

So without further ado, please flood my ask box with requests!

1. FULL - Lance reaction to Shurtis wedding

2. FULL - Shance to Slow Ride

3. FULL - Hidge Sense and Sensibility AU

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I still have seven slots open so send your requests!

[thesunshine-hunk]

IT IS YOURS AND HUNK’S FUTURE GIRLFRIEND <333

[thatgirlonstage]

Hi! I really love your defectors au and I was wondering if you were going to continue it? It is one of my favourite aus and your writing is so good!

[Defectors AU]

Hey!! So glad to hear you like Defectors, I had a blast writing it. I definitely definitely have plans to continue it; it had the misfortune to be published not long before S7 dropped, and after the whole Adam debacle I had to take a step back from the show for a while, so all my Voltron writing got put on the back-burner because I just wanted nothing to do with ANYTHING Voltron for a few weeks. But! I’m coming back and I actually finally started working on the next chapter of Written in Sand the other night, so I’m back in the game here. I can’t tell you a date right now when I would have the next Defectors installment posted but there will for sure be more eventually. In the meantime, if you want to ask me questions about the AU - more about the superpowers or the Garrison or whatever - I’d be happy to chat about that kind of stuff!

[raphidae]

Behold... my TWO FANTASTIC Bingo Cards!

Now I need help with figuring out what to do with these cards, so I’m hoping my followers can help me!

I’m hoping to do either fic, headcanons or a playlist for each spot on these bingo cards until I get a bingo on each, so I’m asking my followers to help me choose what I do. For requests, the format would be: card, spot name, and whether you want me to do a fic, a headcanon or a playlist for it!

My only exception is that I already know what to do for the free spaces on each card so please don’t request those.

So without further adieu, THANK YOU!

P.S. I’m hoping to request more Bingo Cards after I finish these two, so please send me requests ASAP!

[enigmacosmos1493]

Day Five of @hunkshipweek: Wit/Humor

[thatgirlonstage]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This was originally intended for @hunkshipweek before my mental health decided to take a swan dive off a cliff, but I got into the idea for this AU and already had part of it written, so I wanted to finish it even if it’s late ^^. Please heed the tags!

Summary:

The Garrison is the Ten Galaxies' best hope in their constant battle against the Galra Empire. Their enhanced abilities program lets people volunteer to train, undergo experiments, and gain superpowers, forming elite teams that can go toe to toe against the Galra. To be accepted into the Garrison is the greatest achievement and honor anyone can hope for.

Or is it?

Excerpt:

           People called them the Defectors.

           They had earned the title, the three of them: no one else had ever deserted Galaxy Garrison and lived to tell the tale. They were unique, and since that first splash of notoriety, their reputation had only grown. They were anarchists. They were mercenaries. Word was, they’d take out any Garrison target – person or location – for the right price. They had a habit of showing up unexpectedly to help out the most unlikely underdogs. They had bounties on their heads higher than anyone else in the Ten Galaxies. And they never failed, and they were never caught.

           Their legends grew and spread and became embellished, but each of them had their signature abilities. People knew, more or less, what the Garrison had given them before they left.

           Pidge was their recon, their intelligence, their spy. All she had to do to interact with a computer was press her fingers against it. People said she could download every single data point on a hard drive into her brain in an instant. There was nothing she couldn’t hack if she could get into contact with it. The more lurid rumors said she could do the same thing to biological entities too, that she could, in essence, read minds – those theories were laughed off nervously, but no one ever quite had the confidence to completely deny them. She had a robot, too, that stuck to her side like a witch’s familiar, defending and attacking for her.

           Lance was the ranged fighter, their lookout, their scout. No one was sure whether his eyes were bionic or alien, but people said he could see colors no other human being had ever seen before. Anyone who had met him in person would whisper about how the eyes were too bright, too intense, how the pupils seemed to glow, and expand and contract unnaturally. He could see in the dark, in infrared and ultraviolet, he could look through walls. And his aim never faltered.

           Hunk was the tank, the shield and battering ram both. He was bulletproof and laser proof. If there was anything that could pierce his skin or even bruise him, no one had yet discovered it. He had the strength of a wild ox. Everyone tried to aim for his prosthetic leg, expecting it to be a weak point, but it was stolen Galra tech and Garrison modified, and stood up to just about everything. Plus, aiming for his leg was a good way to get your face blasted by the cannon embedded in his knee.

           Those who did meet them – to hire them, by chance, or the unlucky saps who thought they could take them in as bounties – usually found the in-person experience clashed with their expectations. Few people were prepared for Lance’s shameless flirting or Hunk’s nervous rambling. Pidge, at first, usually seemed a little bit more in line with her public image. She was quiet but sharp, eyes glinting with intelligence behind her glasses. Present her with some shiny new tech or a robot, though, and her eyes would go starry and she’d bounce in her seat like a child on Christmas. However, put them in danger, and those who escaped to tell the tale said they understood why they’d never been caught.

[Read the rest on AO3!]

[qwanderer]

“plunk” is my new favorite ship name

it sounds adorable, like the ship

it’s succinct

it clearly identifies an ot3 to its fandom

so efficient! so cute!