#lost future au

[narumitsu-ryuureiji]

Happy Sycamore Sunday!

Made this last May; presumably part of a not fleshed out UF/LF AU where Desmond is present in some way. Gave myself a colour palette challenge via a random colour/shade range picked by a friend.

Yes, I’m finally posting my pfp lmao

Transparent version below cut :

[embretheworld]

that feeling when the fake future version of you accidentally kills your parents and creates multiple parallels between you two.  or i made an au for the lost future where clive does that-

[hey-hamlet]

AU concept - A time-travel fix-it au but it’s just Bakugo who's been sent back from a villain attack on their graduation day to the day after the sludge villain incident. 

feat. Bakugo finally understanding what he did to Izuku, really looking at him before he’d started to heal and trying to make it right while keeping them both alive because Bakugo wasn’t the only one sent back in time.

[stardust-and-blades]

Lost Future chapter 6 preview

He felt broken. Feels broken. He might as well have had his spine snapped in half and his chest explode. He could hardly stand, and could hardly breathe without a panic attack flitting through his thoughts. He was in pain, but he wasn’t rendered useless. He wanted to be there for Keith’s memorial. Wants to make his sendoff, at the very least, full of love and beauty. To exchange their rings for lilies and roses. To make sure his wake is filled with the gentleness he showed Lance. To be entered with some smiles, though he was sure hearts would be bleeding. For him to not be sent off in a world of flames and scars, but with a tulip nestled in his hair kisses on his brow.

He wanted to do what he couldn’t in life.

It took two arguments and a screaming match for Shiro to let Lance in on the funeral plans.

“Please tell me why you think I’m so incapable of taking care of someone I ALSO love,” Lance seethed, glaring at the phone despite Shiro not seeing it.

“I don’t think you’re incapable, Lance,” Shiro said, Lance aware his words hurt. “You need to focus on healing. You have a broken arm, leg, and fractured ribs. You’re not okay.”

“Don’t you patronize me, Shiro. I’ve had a week to recover and have been taking my medication. I can handle this.”

[hey-hamlet]

For lost future au, who else is sent back in time?

All for One.

Luckily for Izuku and Katsuki’s continued existence, he only has a cheap copy of his actual quirk, letting him store only 10 quirks at full capacity, just a little better than Nine’s,,, well,,, nine. Katsuki, by virtue of technically [HEROES RISING SPOILERS] being a past OFA wielder, is immune to his quirk thievery, which takes a full minute with the knock-off quirk.

Unluckily, the man has contacts. 

Lots and lots of contacts. 

He can’t risk Kurogiri or Shigiraki getting knocked out this early into the game, but 200 years gives you plenty of time to amass favours. 

[stardust-and-blades]

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

CHAPTER 6 IS HEEEERE EVERYBODYYYYYY

summary: Lance has some important calls to make, and as he does he is reminded of the past

Pairing: Keith/Lance Fandom: voltron: Legendary Defender warnings: major character death, mourning, death, basically just sad with a touch of soft (the flashbacks are cute at least)

NOTE: next update may not be for a hot second because I need to update Ghost of a Whisper, which is intended to me more lighthearted!

[stardust-and-blades]

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

*aims slingshot at your heart and lets go* YEET

pairings: Keith/lance, Shiro/Adam, Shay/Hunk

Summary: As Lance is in the hospital, the rest of the gang finds out what happened to their friends. And Hunk has a horrible realization of what Keith’s death actually means.

warnings: grief? death? tEARS?

[stardust-and-blades]

Lost Future Ch.5: preview

I’M OUT OF SCHOOL WHICH MEANS FIC TIME

BADUNK -------------

But said man was not in the room. A question mark floated above Lance’s head, wondering why he did not hear the shower going. Keith was one to wake up first. It’s a quirk of his--and partial insomnia. When he did wake up, the first thing he did was gather his clothes, kiss Lance on top of his head, and crank on the hot water. It woke him up, and by the time he was done Lance would be in the kitchen making breakfast.

This time, however, there was no shower. Lance yawned, rubbed his eyes, and cracked open the bedroom door. Blue orbs scoured for the tuft of black hair, and sure enough the sweet smell of brewing coffee hit his nose. He internally thanked the heavens--he needed some coffee stat. Or cuban coffee, but that one is not meant for the faint of heart. Or tiny bodies like Pidge, who drank a whole pot and was jittering like a McDonalds play toy for several hours.