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a sketch for @milkteamiku because I love their daily drabbles but THIS CHAPTER i could not resist cuddly Hance critters i am only mortal
Daily Fic Review #5
Hiding Place by MilkTeaMiku is one of my favorite (if not favorite over all the many omegaverse fics I’ve read) omegaverse fics. It’s really about Klance finding themselves, and learning to be there for each other rather than just porn without plot like most of the omegaverse fics I’ve read. The fic is mainly about Klance trying to be more comfortable around each other, and becoming a more functional relationship, especially in the time of need when Lance is nesting. But no worries! It’s not largely just emotions and drabble, but really fluffy dynamics. (And unlike most omega/alpha and heats, it’s not about fucking during the heat. No shame if that’s what you’re into, though.) MilkTeaMiku is definitely part of my top author lists because they write with a lot of care for the scenes they put in, making every word worth it and not just space-filling. The way they describe Keith’s emotions in this fic is impressive because even though I could never imagine being in that situation, I can somehow understand his complex with ease. And the dialogue alike. 5/5 stars
(I keep having to review fics I’ve read before because I can’t find time to read/finish the one I’m working on currently sorry lol)
Also, please leave fic recs to read in our ask! Or, you can ask for a certain fic so that I can rec you one!
-Elleee
Fic rec -- Where You Exist, So Too Shall I
So, you guys know I’m always on the lookout for Klancelot content.
Where You Exist, So Too Shall I (and its predecessor, Gravity Pulls Me Towards You) by MilkTeaMiku is a great multiship AU one-shot collection (rated T). There’s a lot of great Klance (and Shance, Shklance, and some smaller ships) there, but the author has recently branched out into some Lancelot content, and they’ve now put up a Klancelot chapter!
Lancelot chapters: Chapter 10 - Rescue (contains [sfw] ABO, Omega!Lance, Alpha!Lotor, officer worker AU, mild warning for some nameless Alpha harassing Lance, Lotor intervenes) Chapter 16 - Eagerly (contains [sfw] ABO, Omega!Lance, Alpha!Lotor, historical-ish human AU [with Lotor as royalty], moderate warning for slave trade and kidnapping, Lotor is Lance’s rescuer) Chapter 37 - Model (contains modern AU, fashion designer!Lotor, mildly insecure Lance, and fluff) Chapter 40 - Indulgent (contains [sfw] ABO, domestic AU, Omega!Lance, Alpha!Lotor, mpreg, and so much fluff)
I strongly recommend all of the above.
And of course... Klancelot chapter!: Chapter 46 - Petulant (contains [sfw] ABO [with mention of heats/ruts but nothing happening “on-screen”], domestic AU, Omega!Lance, Alpha!Lotor, Alpha!Keith, domestic AU, and all three in a mated triad) (And yes, I am the person vaguely mentioned in the notes. I’ve been asking for this for a while now...)
Seriously, go read it! It’s short and sweet and a little bit funny. I enjoyed it a lot!
@milkteamiku‘s Seven Days fic forever changed my life. Literally one of the best writers ever so check out their stuff.
Title: Controversiae et Circenses Fandom: “Voltron: Legendary Defender” Summary: Mr. Shirogane and Ms. Fala are taking their own damn sweet time asking each other out. Time for the Voltron High Debate Club to step in and handle things. Ships: Shallura Warnings: Barely-edited Author’s Notes: High School Teacher AU for @milkteamiku! Happy Valentine’s Day from your seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeecret valentine! I hope you like it. ^_^; (3,947 words - also on AO3)
“Okay, we can’t let this go on much longer.”
“Yeah. It’s getting kind of pathetic.”
“How’re things on your end? Get anything good?”
“Oh, definitely! I think we’re go for launch.”
“You’re sure?”
“As sure as I can be without blowing my cover.”
“Okay, cool. So, here’s how we proceed…”
At the bell, Keith ran from his last class to his locker, tossed his unneeded stuff in, and slammed it shut. He was already texting Lance one-handed as he bolted for the stairs. [OMW]
His phone was lighting up with the others responding similarly. Keith shoved his way up the stairs as everyone else tried to go down. People gave him dirty looks, but he ignored them. This was important.
Mr. Shirogane – “Shiro” to most everyone – was one of the best teachers in the school. He was tough but fair and he had ways of making the most boring periods of history interesting. He was also the secondary sponsor of the Debate Club, and most of them had joined just because Shiro was such a cool guy to hang out with (and, as they’d all come to realize, they liked arguing).
But there was a problem. And that problem was the Debate Club’s primary sponsor: Ms. Fala. She was a civics teacher, even stricter than Shiro was. She took her job of educating future citizens on their rights and responsibilities very seriously, and her class was a graduation requirement. She was the bane of nearly every student’s existence. But, more importantly, Shiro clearly had the world’s biggest crush on her.
Most of the time, he could hide it pretty well, but there were times when she smiled at him or when the sunlight coming in the windows hit her hair just right or, hell, whenever she touched his hand or something, when Mr. Shirogane would look like his brain had just been wiped. It would take him a bit to “reboot.” It was funny at first, but it was starting to get annoying.
So, the club had done their research. Allura Fala was only a year or two older than Takashi Shirogane was, she was unmarried and, near as anyone could tell, not seeing anyone. She had pet mice. Shiro didn’t claim to have a fear of rodents, nor did he own a cat; so far, so good. Most importantly, the research indicated there was the hint of a possibility that she might like Shiro in return. Pidge reported a 5% increase in touching and nearly a whopping 10% increase in smiling when she was around him. (Pidge was in Ms. Fala’s class this semester, so she was able to study the subject more closely.)
Subtle hints to Shiro that he should ask Ms. Fala out had failed. Telling Shiro straight out that he should ask her out had failed. The students of Voltron High Debate Club were taking matters into their own hands now. And today was the day.
He slowed down as he approached Shiro’s last period classroom. Fortunately, it wasn’t the same one the Debate Club met in. “Hey, Shiro!” he called as he saw him emerge.
“Keith,” he said with a smile. “I’ll be over to the room in a minute.”
[He’s wearing a tie today] Keith texted surreptitiously. At least he hoped that was what he texted; it was harder when he wasn’t looking. “I actually had some questions, if that’s okay?”
“Of course it is. Walk with me over to the office; we can talk about it while I drop my stuff off.”
“Sure,” Keith said, keeping a straight face. He let Shiro go first and whipped up his phone to send off a thumbs-up emoji.
“Keith’s got him distracted and he says he’s dressed up a bit. At least, I think that’s what that means,” Lance reported. “Is Pidge in position?”
“Uh, yeah? She has her class last,” Hunk reminded him. “She’s been ‘in position’ for the last fifty minutes.”
“You’re taking all the joy out of this, Hunk.”
“Less talking, more working.”
“…but voter turnout is a constant problem,” Pidge was saying. “If you can’t get asses to the polls…”
“Language,” Ms. Fala warned.
“Sorry, but it’s the same sort of ‘butts in the seats’ thing that businesses worry about, isn’t it?”
“Yes, in a sense, though I would argue civic engagement is more pressing than even economic participation, all the moreso because it’s voluntary. People have to buy certain goods and services, but they don’t have to take part in their communities.”
“Exactly, but then how do we get higher voter turnout? I mean, that’s why I’m saying like… I dunno, give a tax credit to voters who show up at the polls or something.”
“You don’t want to have to bribe your citizens into doing their civic duty.”
“No, you don’t want to, but the voter turnout for the last election…” Shiro, you better appreciate the sacrifice I’m making here, Pidge thought. And you better take advantage of it.
“So, it’s actually four different memoirs?” Keith asked.
“Yes, and each with a distinct purpose. Initially, Lady Hyegyong was writing more for herself, but she increasingly directed her memoirs to the public. She was trying to bear witness to history about the treatment of her family members.”
“Like her husband.”
“Yes, but also her father, her uncle, her brother, herself. It’s a great chronicle of the Korean court, written at a time when monarchs were held to be unquestionably moral, almost divine. She showed the human side to them, with all the flaws that entailed. It’s an incredible primary source for the Joseon Dynasty.”
Keith nodded and tried to still look interested. I’m dying here; hurry up, guys. “And it talks about her husband going nuts and being killed, too, right?”
Shiro snorted. “Yes, her memoirs talk about Crown Prince Sado’s descent into madness. That’s all anyone ever wants to read about.”
“Well, sorry, but can you blame me? I mean, that sounds really cool! They should make a movie about it.”
“They have.”
“But not in English, I’m guessing?”
“Correct.”
Keith groaned and Shiro looked at the wall clock. “Hey, we should get to the room. The others are probably wondering where we are.”
Keith glanced at his phone. He hadn’t gotten the all-clear yet. “Do you have any of the movies?”
“What?”
“About Lady whatshername.”
“Hyegyong, and no, I don’t but I thought you didn’t want to watch subtitled movies anyway.”
“Well, I mean, I don’t need subtitles for the bits where the guy is being a nutjob.”
Shiro frowned at him. “Show a little respect. He wasn’t a nutjob. He had a mental illness.”
“Okay, but he did kill people, right?”
Shiro sighed. “Yes, according to his wife, anyway. In the 1805 Memoir, she says…”
“Are we done?”
Lance looked around the room and nodded. “I think we’re good.” He whipped out his phone. “Text Pidge; I got Keith.”
Hunk snorted. “Yeah, like at lunch time? I saw you two sneak off to the bathroom together.”
Lance grinned. “Hey, ain’t nothing wrong with my love life. Let’s focus up.”
Pidge pulled out her phone when it buzzed at her. “Oh, hey,” she said, seeing Hunk’s thumbs-up, “we should probably get to Debate Club.”
Ms. Fala looked at the clock. “Oh, goodness! We did get a bit carried away, didn’t we?” She gathered up her things. Pidge led the way out of the room and waited for her to lock up.
“Uh, actually, I have to go to the bathroom real quick. See you over there!”
Ms. Fala nodded and strode off towards the room.
Keith’s phone pinged at him. “Oh, hey,” he said, “they’re wondering where we are.” In reality, his text from Lance read [Ready for Romance? The room is anyway! LOL XOXO] with a bunch of kissy emojis. Horndog. But he suppressed a grin.
“Yeah, I’m not surprised. C’mon.”
Keith let Shiro lead the way out of the History office. He waited for him to lock up and walked a little ways with him.
“Hey, y’know, I’ve gotta take a pit stop. I’ll catch up.”
“Okay. Don’t take all day in there; we’ve got a meet this weekend to prep for.”
“We’ll be fine. We’ve got this.”
Shiro grinned. “Lance is rubbing off on you.”
Keith grinned back. “You have no idea.”
“Yeah, okay, way more than I needed to hear. Just go already.” Shiro made shooing motions with his hands and headed for the room.
“Huh?” Allura looked around the room. Most of the desks had been pushed up against the wall, except for four pushed together to make a table of sorts (still with their attached chairs). A white tablecloth had been draped over them, and a small votive candle in a glass jar was sitting in the center next to a vase with a red silk rose in it. Gold colored napkins and actual, non-plastic flatware marked two place settings. The lights were off but twinkling white Christmas lights had been strung up around the room and wrapped in pink see-through gauze to soften the light further. There was an iPod and some speakers on the teacher’s desk, quietly playing piano music.
The Debate Club was nowhere to be seen.
“What’s going on here?” Shiro’s voice asked from behind her.
She turned to him and shrugged. “Honestly, I haven’t the first clue.”
Shiro was standing in the doorway. Backlit by the hall lights, he looked like he was glowing. More importantly, he was staring at her, lips parted just faintly. She wasn’t sure if he was even breathing.
She licked her lips, aware of her face heating and hoping the darkness of the room would hide it. “Is… is something wrong?” she asked him, hoping she didn’t have lipstick on her teeth or something.
“You look… luminescent,” he breathed, voice barely above a whisper. Then he cleared his throat and turned his head, rubbing the back of his neck. She could make out the blush in his cheeks, but then he had the lights of the rest of the school behind him. There was still hope he couldn’t see hers, even if her own face had gotten redder (and she was almost certain it had). “Sorry, I…”
“No, it’s okay. I mean, you don’t have to apologize.”
“Table for 2?” She looked past Shiro, who had turned around, and saw Lance standing there in a suit, with a white cloth draped over one arm, and a ridiculously long and thin mustache on his face. He was speaking in an overdone and bad attempt at a French accent. “Wee wee, come weeth me, right zees way.”
Allura snorted a little and tried to turn it into a cough. Lance just pushed past Shiro and “escorted” him to the “table.” “Right here, monsieur and mademoiselle,” he said. He couldn’t pull chairs out for them because they were bolted to the “table,” but he did gesture quite grandly.
“Lance, what are you doing?” she asked him.
“Showeeng you to your table, mademoiselle,” he insisted, repeating his gesture.
“Oh, for goodness’s sake.” But she took a seat, setting her briefcase down beside her.
Shiro shook his head and sat down opposite her, and she jumped as his foot hit hers. “Oh, sorry, I…”
“These desks are…”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“No, I understand.”
Lance smiled at them and then clapped twice in a very imperious manner. Pidge and Keith, both wearing suits and aprons, came running in. Pidge had a basket of bread that she set in the center of the table and Keith had a bottle and two champagne flutes.
“You do not have alcohol on school grounds,” Allura said with a frown.
“Mademoiselle!” Lance gasped in outrage. “Eet ees our very finest sparkleeng grape juice, I weell have you know!” He scoffed.
Shiro dropped his head into one of his hands. His shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter. Keith just set down the glasses and was about to unscrew the top when Lance grabbed the bottle from him. “I weell do zat! Go on, shoo shoo!”
Keith frowned at him and rolled his eyes but left with Pidge. Lance unscrewed the bottle – releasing the telltale hiss of carbonation – and offered the screw-off top to Shiro to smell. Shiro looked up at him and shook his head. “Lance, what are you doing?”
“Eet has a lovely bouquet, sir, eef you would like to…”
“No,” Allura put in, “What Are You DOING? All of you. What is this?”
“I have a terrible feeling I know exactly what this is,” Shiro groaned.
“Well, I would appreciate an explanation,” she told him.
“Ah!” Lance declared. “May wee! But of course!” He poured the champagne flutes full of sparkling white grape juice, set the bottle down, and then declared, “I weell go and check on zee status of your meal!” and practically ran out of the room. He closed the door behind him.
Allura just looked at Shiro expectantly. He cleared his throat. He had quite definitely stopped laughing. “Well?” she asked.
“The, uh…” His blush was clearly visible; that probably meant he’d seen her blushing earlier, but she couldn’t do anything about that now, and she was too curious to care. “…the Club is trying to get us to date.”
“What?” Oops, she was blushing again now. She wished she knew a way to get that to stop. “Why?”
Shiro’s face got redder. “They’ve been after me to ask you out for weeks now.”
“That doesn’t answer my question,” she pointed out.
He rubbed the back of his neck. “No, it doesn’t,” he admitted.
“Well?” she prompted again. He cleared his throat again and picked up his flute, downing half of the grape juice at one go. “Shiro.” She used his nickname after school, because it was simply easier than constantly referring to him as “Mr. Shirogane,” as she did during school hours.
“I wish this actually were alcoholic.” He grabbed the bottle and topped off his glass.
“Shiro, do you…?” But her question was interrupted.
The door opened to Pidge and Keith – under Lance’s watchful eye – bringing in plates of pasta. “Zees ees one of our chef’s specialties!” Lance informed them.
“Oh my GOD, Lance, stop it with the accent,” Pidge grumbled.
“Insolent pig-dog!” he yelled at her. “Do not eensult zee French! Eet ees zee language of L’AMORE.”
“I think he just slipped into Italian,” Pidge muttered.
“He took Spanish because it’s an easy A for him,” Keith told her. “He wouldn’t know French if it bit him on the a-…”
“Keith,” Shiro and Allura said together.
All three of them grinned at that. The plates of pasta were set in front of them. “Our chef has worked very hard on zees especially for you two! Enjoy!” Pidge and Keith left, but Lance went to the iPod to turn it up just a little bit. Then down a little. Then up a little more. Keith finally popped back in to grab Lance by the collar and haul him out of the room. The door practically slammed shut.
“Well, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hungry.” Shiro pulled his napkin out and set it on his lap.
“Or you’re trying to get out of a full explanation by keeping your mouth full,” Allura charged, but she also draped her napkin over her lap.
“Well, they went to all this trouble. I’ve heard Hunk is a great cook.”
“Shiro,” she said again.
“Using your teacher voice on me doesn’t work,” he reminded her, picking up his fork and knife. “I’m one, too.”
“Why would the Club want you to ask me out?”
“Because they want us to date.”
“And they want us to date… why, exactly?”
But it was too late: he’d already shoveled some pasta into his mouth. Quite a bit of it, actually. She sighed and sipped her grape juice, then helped herself to a piece of bread. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll have to conjecture,” she warned him. He just gestured to his mouth full of food and shrugged. “Very well then.
“So, the known facts are this: the Club has set up this classroom to look like a nice restaurant. They have tried to create a classically ‘romantic’ atmosphere, including Italian food, a wine substitute, soft lighting, and music. If I believe you, they want us to date. Also, by your statements, they have been pressuring you to ask me out. They have not, however, pressured me to do the same.”
She took a bite of her bread and chewed thoughtfully. “Thinking back on it, Pidge has been asking me a number of questions lately about my personal life. And all of them have asked me my opinion on you numerous times.”
“What did you say?” Shiro asked immediately.
“Oh, so now you can speak.” He winced and scooped up some more pasta to fill his mouth with. She narrowed her eyes at him, but grinned. “Well, then, to return to my conjecturing: their… curiosity about me and about my opinion of you lends weight to the supposition that they want us to date. I have no reason not to trust your word, so I must therefore also believe they have been urging you to ask me out. The fact that they have not asked me to ask you out speaks to either outdated modes of thinking as regards gender equality OR, more likely, they believe your attraction to me is greater than mine to you. Perhaps even that this is more about making you happy than it is about ‘our’ happiness in any larger sense.”
He looked aggrieved at that. She reached across the table and patted his hand twice. “You’re their favorite, Shiro. I take my job as a teacher very seriously, and I know that doesn’t make me the warmest person in their eyes. It’s hardly surprising.”
He blushed at the touch, but couldn’t say anything still. She used her bread and fork to scoop up some pasta and mm’ed appreciatively.
He cleared his mouth first. “If anyone ever doubted your qualifications to serve as Debate Club sponsor…” He drank more of his grape juice, but then thought of something. “Wait a second, are you saying I don’t take my job seriously?”
She swallowed hurriedly. “No, no, not at all! We have… different teaching styles, that’s all.”
“Uh-huh. ‘Cause it sounded like you were saying…”
“You’re changing the subject.”
“…Maybe,” he admitted.
“Do you want to ask me out, Shiro?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “We’re colleagues.”
“We’re allowed to date if we want to.”
“I just don’t want things to be …weird. Awkward.”
“Well, it’s a little late for that now, after all of this.” She gestured with one hand to the room around them, then picked up her champagne flute. “Will you feel emasculated if I ask you out?”
“No!” he said immediately. “N-not at all! But, I didn’t think you’d… be interested in me.”
She was sipping her fake-champagne when he said that and she nearly choked on it. He started to rise to come help her, but she waved him back into his seat. “Honestly, Shiro.”
“What?”
“Do you not know there’s a betting pool going on about which of the single teachers will ‘net’ you first?”
His blush deepened. “Uh, no. No, I did not know that.”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, now you know. I’ll split the pot with you, don’t worry.”
“Gee, thanks. Now it sounds like you’re only interested in me for the money.”
She chuckled. “You’re handsome, smart, and sweet. Winning the pot is an added bonus. Besides, I’m far more interested in showing up Romelle down in the Science department than I am in the money.”
“Don’t lie; you’re a teacher. I know your salary.”
They both laughed.
“They’re laughing,” Lance said. “I think that’s a good sign.”
“Are they saying anything about the food?” Hunk asked.
“Hunk,” Pidge hissed.
“What? I worked hard on that! A cook likes to know his work is appreciated!”
“Shhhh!” Keith warned them. “They’ll hear us.”
“Like they don’t know we’re out here listening in,” Pidge pointed out. “Or that at least Lance is.”
“Hey!”
“So, you are interested in me,” Shiro confirmed.
She nodded; her mouth was the one full of pasta this time.
He smiled in relief. “You’d think that’d make this easier, but now I just worry that if I ask you out on a boring date, I’ll blow my chance.”
She smiled and swallowed her food. “You know, technically, you haven’t told me that you’re interested in me. I conjectured that.”
“Oh!” He blushed deeper. “I’m… yes, I’m interested in you. In dating you. I…” He sighed and closed his eyes. “Hold on, let me start this over again so I sound less like one of our students.” She laughed and he opened his eyes again. “Your laugh is beautiful.” She blushed, and he continued. “Your smile is captivating. You’re so brilliant, so passionate about your work and your beliefs, so dedicated. It’d be hard not to be attracted to you, even if you weren’t heart-stoppingly gorgeous.” His face felt like it was going to combust, but he’d finally gotten it all out.
“Oh, now you’re overstating it,” she protested lightly.
“Not by much,” he insisted. “I’d give you that golden apple every time, and who cares what the other goddesses think?”
She laughed again. “Didn’t that nonsense start a war?”
“You’d be worth it.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“I do.”
“Shiro…”
“Takashi.”
She smiled. “Only if you’ll call me ‘Allura’ and never start a war over me.”
He reached across the table to rest his hand on hers. “I promise, Allura.”
“So, uh, how long do you think they’re going to be in there?” Pidge asked.
Keith opened his mouth to reply but then the door opened. Ms. Fala was standing there, arms folded, frowning at them. The room lights clicked on behind her, and the music shut off. “Well, there’s our meddlers. You can all come in and help us put the room back the way it needs to be. And then we are doing our meet prep for the weekend,” she informed them.
“Did you like the pasta?” Hunk asked weakly.
She smiled. “It was very good, Hunk; thank you. I hope you didn’t make too much of a mess making it?”
“I already cleaned up the home ec station I used,” he told her. “A good chef doesn’t leave their area messy.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” She stepped away from the doorway to let them in.
Shiro had blown out the votive candle and was disassembling the table. The dishes had been moved to the teacher’s desk.
“So, uh… how’d it go then?” Keith asked.
Shiro and Ms. Fala both looked at him, and he feared for his life suddenly, but then they looked at each other and smiled faintly. “We have plans,” Shiro told him. “That’s all you need to know.”
Lance whooped and started passing out high-fives until Ms. Fala grabbed him by the ear. “And so you have no further need to involve yourselves in other peoples’ personal lives, Correct?”
“Ow, yes, sorry, never again!” he yelped. She let go.
“Glad to hear it.”
“Hey, uh, Shiro?” Pidge asked. “Are you wearing lipstick?”
He blushed and wiped at his mouth. Ms. Fala just cleared her throat. “Let’s get the room squared away,” she ordered as if she weren’t an interesting shade of red herself. “And then I want to hear the argument you wrote on voucher systems for charter schools, Hunk.”
Keith grinned at his co-conspirators. Mission Accomplished. “You heard the lady, guys. Let’s get to work.”
30 Days of Thanks Days 1~10
So I’ve been away from tumblr for a while attempting (key word there) to work on Nanowrimo, and even before that I’ve been pretty MIA. I meant to do this as a daily thing but that’s just... not... gonna happen. Not with my schedule the way it is now. But! I definitely wanted to give a shout out to my favorite authors and reads, so this is Glitter’s 30 days of thanks, part 1 of 3! All of the authors will be tagged, and if you want to follow the thread, follow either “glitter’s 30 days of thanks 2018″ or my general fic rec tag, “to all the fics I’ve read before” (aren’t I clever :P). Also, these are in no particular order! I love them all just the same.
Day 1: A World Like None That You’ve Ever Known by sparklepox
Prince Han has led an easy life as the youngest of six brothers in a peaceful kingdom, but all that changes when he and his men are attacked on the road home. Now he must rely on an elf named Minseok and other kind strangers to keep him safe, help him find his way home, and face what he finds there.
Starting off with a non-Voltron fic. I honestly have lost count the number of times I’ve read this fic. I am SUCH a sucker for high fantasy stories (side-eyes my nanowrimo project) and honestly, you don’t have to have really ANY knowledge of k-pop to enjoy this fic. If you like fantasy, give this a go, seriously. You won’t regret it.
Day 2: As Color Fades Away by @icypantherwrites
"There is no escape for you, Paladin," Haggar whispered, voice echoing from from the very depths of his mind and filling Lance with a horror and dread he could not begin to describe. "Not from this ship. Not from death." She let out a soft laugh that rang with dark promise. "And especially not from me." / In which Zarkon desires the Black Lion and the Blue Paladin pays the price.
Lions and Druids and Galrans, oh my! This is a looooong longfic and it’s major, major whumpage on Lance. There’s a lot of physical and emotional torture, so be mindful of the tags in case you’re senstive to certain triggers. That said, Icy does a wonderful job of delving deep into Lance’s psyche and doesn’t make light of the effects of the trauma, and her exploration of that is really just heartrending. Later chapters are more focused on Lance’s healing, so it’s not whump for the sake of whump! She even went through recently and rewrote the first... third of the story, give or take, so even if you’ve read it before, it’s worth going back and reading it again. Icy is the sweetest human being, too. Drop her a comment (or eighty!) and check out my unofficial soundtrack for this fic here.
Day 3: Moonset Deep by @milkteamiku
All his life he’d been told to make sure he was never seen – it was what all the children were taught from the moment they were born. Never let a human see you, never fall in love with a human, and most importantly, never kiss one.
For Lance, humans were a mystery. He'd lived beneath the surface of the ocean with his shoal his entire life, and had intended to remain there. He knew the danger humans posed to his kind, and what would happen if he came close to one. That's why, when he found one drowning, his first instinct was to save him.
He'd never been good at following the rules anyway.
Wow. Wow wow wow. This is such an incredible fic so far. The world-building, the characterizations, the plot itself. I mean, I read a lot of mermaid AU fics, but this is one of the most memorable ones, by far. The updates are sporadic, though, so if you’re sensitive to long waits, maybe wait til it’s finished. But it’s a stunning, gorgeous fic. Their entire list of works is great, too; the Seven Days series is adorable and thriling and Chestnut and Onyx is on my “to-read” list.
Days 4 and 5: Ghost of the Future and Shadow of the Past by @wittyy-name and @zizzani
When Lance is thrown through time, his future self from one year ahead is transported to the past in his place. This Lance is faster, stronger, and markedly more mature. Not only that, but he's distinctly more intuitive about his teammates and A LOT more touchy with Keith. The team must try and work out how to reverse the two Lance's places and restore them to their original timelines. Things only get more complicated when the Future Lance can't seem to remember where he was when the switch happened, and he refuses to reveal anything about his own time for fear of influencing the team's decisions. and When Lance is thrown through time, he finds himself one year in the future, in place of the Lance that should be here. He finds his team to be remarkably familiar, yet distinctly different. They have more scars, a better grip on the whole saving the universe thing, and over a year’s worth of teamwork to bind them together. But the weirdest part? Keith seems to be a lot more touchy with him. Not that he’s complaining… much. The team must try and work out how to reverse the two Lance’s places and restore them to their original timelines.
Holy whoa. I love time travel fics, but this? This is not just a time travel fic, it’s a time swap fic. Each author writes one fic and they update simultaneously, so you can see what’s happening on both sides of the divide at the same time. Not only is it a pretty ingenius idea, writing mirror fic, but it’s really well executed too. The Klance is established in the future but not in the past, which makes for an interesting dynamic when their signficant others are suddenly swapped. I definitely stayed up way past my bedtime reading these.
Day 6: Trouble’s Making Everything All Right by @thisgirlhastales
Two Paladins become two rough and tumble mercenaries, donning their leather coats and gun holsters, righting wrongs (while committing a few heists of their own), and fighting to get off this bleak, crime-filled planet. Also known as Lance and Keith’s Space Cowboy Adventures.
The space opera to end all space operas. Every other space opera can go home. Why? Because it’s SPACE COWBOYS. I will never not love this fic. It’s still currently ongoing and I’ve not read any of the most recent installment because MY HEART CAN’T HANDLE THE HURT but it’s definitely worth setting aside your weekend to read it. It’s so well done, and by far one of my favorite fics of all time. And, if I’m not mistaken, I believe Mytay will be converting this to original fiction? In which case, GIMME. I need it. Check out my unofficial soundtrack here!
Day 7: Picket Fence in a Yard of Stars by @reader115
The odds of the universe interfering in the life of any one inhabitant are so astronomically small that one should never hope for such things, but instead make an honest effort to choose the best path. But, "astronomically small" is not the same as "impossible" ... as two certain beings are about to learn ...
After all, who better to help fate put Keith and Lance back on the right path than … Keith and Lance?
I love this fic so much. It’s so soft and sweet. Not so much a time travel fic as it is a reality-swap fic, but I am an absolute sucker for fics in which Keith and Lance raise a family together. And I might be biased because Luna and Sol remind me of my own niece and nephew (seriously, the resemblance is uncanny) but I was so invested in this fic. It was so worth the wait for the back half of the fic. Check out my unofficial soundtrack here! Also check out “though he be but smol, he is fierce!” if you need a laugh!
Day 8: The Ones Who Were Left Behind by ContreParry
The paladins may be lost across the universe, but their loved ones back home have not forgotten them.
When I found this fic, it was exactly what I was looking for: a fic that addressed what was going on back on Earth in the wake of the Paladins being swept to the stars in Blue. It’s an intricate web of reactions from their families and I love that even Keith has someone who cares about him, and in the later updates we get a significant plot twist that makes it all the more enticing! It’s been a long while since an update, though, which makes me sad, and all the more eager to see more!
Day 9: Ignorance is Bliss by YouAreInAComaWakeUp
As it turns out, learning that your house is haunted makes the ghosts a lot more aggressive. Who knew?
Ah, well. At least one of them is hot. And he's the less-evil one, too, so that's always a plus.
This is a REALLY interesting take on your typical haunting story. I’m a little late for Halloween with this recommendation, but it is 100% worth the long read, and it’s finished, to boot! And the ending is so satisfying that it just wraps me up in warms and tucks me in to bed. Seriously, if you like the spooks, this is a great read for you. If you like the romance, this is a great read for you. Just. Read it. You won’t be disappointed.
Day 10: Cores of Diamond by @speakswords
Falling in love is easy, as it turns out. Painfully easy. All it takes is one smile, one tender unguarded second with the boy beneath Lance’s bravado, and that’s it. He’s done for. No questions, no bartering, no phase of denial. But if falling for Lance is the easiest thing Keith has ever done, then learning to express it is the hardest. So if he can’t say it, can’t put into words the way the entire world hinges around the moment Lance barged into his lifeㅡ
ㅡwell then he’ll just have to settle for showing him.
Picking just one of speaks’ works to recommend is like picking a favorite child. You just can’t. But if I had to pick ONE representative work, it would be Cores of Diamond. I was literally left breathless at the end of this. The imagery was STUNNING. My heart was all aflutter. It’s one of those that stays with you for a while after you finish. “All the Way Down” is another fun one, too. It was a toss up between those two to rec. But honestly, just go read everything by speaks. Everything.
@fairydens So I don’t have a scanner, and I’m not the best artist. But I was reading your Fanfic Moonset Deep so I thought I’d try Lance. I don’t have any pencil crayons for some weird reason, so I’ll leave this as a work in progress until I get some nice colors. The idea was him clutching at his missing necklace while looking to the surface of the water and have the shadow of Shiro’s boat somewhere. I’m also going to try a baby lance and maybe a concept of Lance’s pendant..
Some rough fanart for @milkteamiku’s fanfic Kindergarden, which features teachers Shiro and Allura, as well as paladin kiddos having fun and making mischief!
I gave up on the line art but the sketch wasn’t too bad. Please excuse my poor photo skills and don’t delete my caption! ❤️💙💚💛