For the new ask game please! Nicercy for 001? Thanks! 💕💕💕
Thanks for playing! Of course! ^o^
when I started shipping it if I did: Like, really actually ship? That’d be Battle of the Labyrinth. How fiercely Nico came through for Percy, how desperately Percy had been searching for Nico. That was definitely the book that absolutely sold them to me as a ship.
my thoughts: The build up! All of PJO featuring Nico is a love-letter from Nico to Percy! Very often, a late come-out in a series feels more shoehorned in, but with this one, I 100% believe that Riordan had it planned all along because it is all over the books!
What makes me happy about them:That I didn’t just read too much into it but that everything I saw as proof of Nico’s love was, you know, proof of Nico’s love. Look, I’m not big on canon ships, I don’t need the validation of my ship being canon, but there is something very exciting when your read on a dynamic turns out to be right. Makes me feel clever and less delusional xD
What makes me sad about them: ...Blood of Olympus. Just. All of that shit. That dumb, dumb, badly and insensitively handled bullshit.
things done in fanfic that annoys me: Cocky, domineering Percy, who act like he’s all that... which he is but the thing is he doesn’t know it and that’s part of Percy’s natural charm for me
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Most with Jason. In... both cases xD”
My happily ever after for them: They get married, have a bunch of kids, live together and retire to instead help new demigods!
who is the big spoon/little spoon: They don’t spoon much, Percy likes to curl up against Nico’s side, using Nico as a pillow. Spooning means no pillow... Percy likes his Nico-shaped pillow
what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Sparring, especially with their powers. They also cook/bake together! And of course walking their dog Mrs. O’Leary! ^o^
MM OKAY SO! Ever since I first started writing kl fic I had this idea for a fake relationship AU. I never managed to complete the plot of it so it never got written, but I’ve always wanted to write one particular scene from it, and when I got this I jumped on the chance to write it!!!
Background on the fic: fake dating AU. Lance’s brother is getting married, and they’re out of town for a long weekend for the wedding. Hunk was invited, and with that Lance and him brought Keith and Pidge as their plus-ones.
When they get there, they find out that Keith and Lance’s exes were invited to the wedding too--what’s worse, they’re attending the wedding as a couple. Keith makes the executive decision that the both of them are going to fake date and be obnoxiously in love to make them jealous. Hijinks ensue, along with feelings, the latter of which are under the cut!
Send me a ship with one of these and I’ll write a mini fic
11. Things you said when you were drunk
Preview: Keith liked to think that the phrase had been better formed in his head, but what came out ended up being, “I thought vodka crans were a Sad Lance Drink.”
Lance huffed a humourless laugh. “Well, you’re lookin’ at a Sad Lance Lance, buddy.”
CW: drinking/drunkenness, (American) underage drinking, mentions of vomit
Keith had never imagined being a fake boyfriend to be more effort than being a real one had ever been. Then again, he’d been a bit foolish to assume that anything could be easy when it involved Lance McClain.
But because Lance’s family wasn’t privy to their little secret, it meant that when the wedding party lost the Nuisance of Honour, the immediate suggestion from Lance’s mother was that Keith, as Lance’s Real Boyfriend™, lead the charge on the search efforts. And come one A.M., it meant that Keith made the call to relieve the others of their duty, and to continue the search alone.
And yes, it might’ve been Keith’s decision to start this fake relationship in the first place. But it didn’t give Lance permission to go AWOL past midnight, on the night before the wedding, when the two of them had to wake up at fucking seven o’clock tomorrow. But the world didn’t trade in the currency of ‘should’s, and that’s why Keith was riding the elevator down to the front lobby at half-past one instead of sinking back into the plush sheets of the king-sized bed waiting for him 25, 26, now 27 floors above.
At this point, he was about ready to tell the concierge to phone the police about a missing person, then fuck off and go to bed. He indulged in the fantasy of shucking this mess off onto somebody else, as he stomped up towards the front desk—squinting his eyes to contend with the reflection of the chandelier against the counter’s polished brass. Turning his head askance as he passed the hotel bar—
Wait. He froze in his tracks. The bar.
It was so obvious he could’ve smacked himself—they’d checked the fucking pool in the first ten minutes of the search, and they didn’t think of the bar?!—but he focused what little energy he had left on diverting his path, moving close enough to peer past the glass into the darkened room, and locating the one patron perched alone on a barstool. He raised a glass in cheer towards the bartender, then knocked back a swig of the drink—far from his first, judging by how very nearly he toppled out of his seat.
“Fantastic,” Keith deadpanned under his breath as Lance managed to steady himself with a hand on the bartop, his laughter ringing out clear as a bell when Keith pushed through the glass door, shadows falling over him as he moved toward the counter. “Hey asshole,” he called out, holding his tongue past that to judge just how drunk Lance was, lest he waste a castigation on someone who’d not remember a word of it come morning.
Lance perked up at the appellation, spinning in the stool and hoisting his glass up once more. “Hey, babe! C’mere.” He set down the drink—thank god—and pat a hand on the stool next to him. “Join us—whatever y’order, ‘s on me.”
Keith bit down a groan—he’d been here all of five seconds, and already Lance’s behaviour was drawing looks from the other patrons, inscrutable in the dark, but undeniable all the same. He closed the distance between them, but refused the invitation, grabbing Lance’s elbow instead and giving a tug. “I’m not doing that—let’s go.”
“Wait, wait wait wait—” his other hand pumped a five-finger ‘stop’ that bumped against Keith’s chest. He laughed, then brought the hand up between them, curling his index finger to beckon Keith closer. When Keith didn’t oblige, he added a pull with the arm in Keith’s grip.
Keith sighed, leaning forward until their eyes matched, until the humidity of Lance’s vodka breath washed uncomfortably on his face. “What.”
“They didn’t card me,” he stage-whispered. He then failed to stifle a snort, and elbowed Keith away. “Guess that’s what ‘cha get with these bougie-ass places—don’t give a fuck as long as you’ve got the money to back it up!”
Keith folded his arms over his chest. “Please tell me you opened up a tab.”
Lance shrugged, reaching for his glass again. “Told ‘em to charge it to our room.”
He groaned—Sober Lance was definitely going to try and macgyver a way to pawn the bill off on Keith. But he supposed that was a problem for later, because in the moment Lance was tipping back the last of his current drink, slamming it down on the bartop with needless fervour, and waving the other hand to catch the bartender’s eye.
“Nope.” Keith reached out for his wrist and pulled the hand down. “You’ve had enough.” He looked up to the bartender, who cocked an eyebrow at him silently as Lance whined unintelligibly in his ear. “He’ll have a water.”
“Nooo…” Lance squirmed to get out of his grasp, only to reach back out for him as his ass slid off the stool. Keith caught him reflexively, arms wrapped around Lance’s waist, Lance with two hands fisted in the front of his shirt.
He brought his eyes up, nose brushing against Keith’s cheek with the act. Keith’s heart fluttered, a stammer building in his chest that ultimately turned into the word, “Okay.”
He hoisted Lance back up onto his perch. Once he was firmly seated, Keith crashed back onto the stool behind him—the one Lance had offered him initially—and eyed the bartender as they returned with a tall glass of water.
“And the vodka cran?” They asked.
“We’re good,” Keith dismissed immediately.
They moved on to the next customer with no further ado. It took Keith a split second to register what had been said, but when he did he turned to Lance, who now pointedly stared into the countertop, his smile fallen.
He liked to think that the phrase had been better formed in his head, but what came out ended up being, “I thought vodka crans were a Sad Lance Drink.”
Lance huffed a humourless laugh, reaching for the water. “Well, you’re lookin’ at a Sad Lance Lance, buddy.” His eyes slipped shut as he tipped back the glass, downing a third of it in one go.
Keith turned to rest an elbow on the table, his fingers drumming against the varnished wood. “So you came down here to drown your sorrows?”
Lance massaged his fingertips into his eyes. “What else ‘m I supposed to do?” He dropped the hand, looking straight ahead.
“Talk to someone? You usually love doing that.”
He made a sour face. “Don’t want to. I want to forget about it.”
Keith cocked an eyebrow. “And how’s that working out so far?”
“Honestly? Pretty good ‘til you showed up.”
Keith took it on the chin—it was no secret that their friendship wasn’t always on the best footing (that is, to anyone who wasn’t tricked into thinking they were in a relationship.) And while Lance usually wasn’t a belligerent drunk, he often got a little too truthful. Frankly, Keith had sort of suspected that Lance continued to harbour a little honest animosity towards him, despite the progress their relationship had undergone, and the unfortunate feelings Keith had developed in the process.
And he supposed he should accept responsibility for that, too. What kind of dumbass suggested to his crush that they pretend to date for the weekend of his brother’s wedding, just so they could make their respective exes jealous?
(The desperate kind, probably.)
“Well… then talk to me.” It was the best he could offer—because like hell he was leaving Lance drunk, depressed, and alone in a hotel bar. “I’m your boyfriend now, after all.”
“Fake boyfriend,” Lance amended pointedly.
Keith frowned—the whole weekend, they’d been calling each other their boyfriends tongue-in-cheek, even when they were alone. It was the first time Lance had expended the effort to correct him. “Is that what’s bothering you?”
“It’s—” He groaned, running his hands through his hair. “I’m way too drunk for this right now.”
“We’ve only got one more day,” he offered in consolation, “and we don’t have to do any couple shit if you don’t want to.”
“Mm-mm.” He dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?” He asked. Lance shrugged, taking another long swig of water. Keith huffed. “Lance, let’s go up—”
“Y’know why we started this in the first place? Like—” He gestured between the two of them. “Us—”
“I know—”
“Dating.” His hand hung in the open air, forgotten as his eyes went unfocused, lost in thought. After a moment, Keith reached out for his wrist, lowering it back down to Lance’s lap.
“I got it. We did it ‘cause… well, to get back at our exes.”
Lance snapped his fingers, grinning. “Exactly! Look at you, smarty pants, ‘n here I thought Hunk and Pidge were supposed to be the geniuses.”
Keith rolled his eyes, nudging the water back towards him. “Focus up, Lance; what about it?”
Lance polished it off, pushing it away so he could rest his elbows on the tabletop. “Guess it leaves me as the only dumb one.”
“Not—” He groaned. “Don’t start with that shit. I mean—”
“I know what you mean,” he murmured, the brief smile slipping off his face. “I’m not that dumb, Keith. Look, we were trying to make Nyma ‘n Rolo jealous, but we failed. They’re still happy, and in love, and they think that we’re happy and in love.”
Keith nodded. “Okay..?”
“But I’m not happy.” His voice started to waver as his volume control went to the wayside. He pushed off the bar to face Keith, a desperate kind of sadness shimmering in the corners of his eyes. “We’re not in love.”
Keith took that on the chin too, though it was noticeably harder to bear. Lance is the drunk one right now, not you, he told himself. Don’t say anything that you’ll both regret. He swallowed whatever protest he’d had down, and nodded for Lance to continue.
“I want to be,” he spoke it softly, like a confession. “I want to be so bad.”
“It’s not enough to want it,” Keith admitted. He knew it all too well.
Lance sniffed, wiping at his eyes. “And it’s not enough to pretend. But it’s nice for a while, at least.” Keith offered a wry smile, and Lance’s gaze slipped to the floor again. “I don’t know, it’s hard. The two of them are, like… you can tell. It’s like they were made for each other. No one’s ever felt that way about me.”
Swallow it down. Keith reached out a hand, placing it on Lance’s knee and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“I knew all along Nyma didn’t love me, even though I did.” He covered the back of Keith’s hand under his palm, holding it there.
“I’m sorry, Lance.” He’d had no idea that Lance had been so serious about Nyma. For his part, he’d never once believed he was in love with Rolo. “If I’d known, I wouldn’t have suggested—”
“It’s okay. It was stupid for me to pretend that it was real.” He sighed, threading their fingers together clumsily. “But it felt real, sometimes.”
“I know,” he lied. It felt like the right thing to say—and besides, what would Lance even care in his state?
“It felt real with you sometimes, too.”
Keith’s breath caught, his fingers twitching in Lance’s grasp. He’s drunk, he reminded himself. He’s drunk; he doesn’t know what he’s saying. He eased the tension in his body with a deep breath. “It’s not stupid, Lance. You… you care so much. You have so much love to give, and there’s nothing wrong with wanting to share it—and you do; you share it with your family, and with your friends. And I guess sometimes, you share it with the people who don’t appreciate it.”
“And it sucks.”
Keith nodded. “I know.” And this time, it was the truth. “But one day, you’re going to find someone who’s stupid in love with you too—someone who’s never going to let you think otherwise.”
Lance scoffed. “Right.”
“I mean it. You’re worth a love worth fighting for, Lance, and you’re going to find it. And when you do, you’ll be the boyfriend of the luckiest person in the world.”
Lance smiled softly. “You’re only saying that ‘cause I’m drunk.”
“Well, I wouldn’t need to convince you to come to bed if you were sober,” he admitted. “But I still mean it.”
“Thanks,” he breathed. “Y’know, whatever guy manages to finally lands you’s going to be one lucky bastard, too.”
Keith sighed. “We’ll see about that.”
“You’re a pretty awesome fake boyfriend, ‘n I bet you’re an even better real one.”
He slid off the stool, wrapping an arm around Lance’s waist. “Well regardless, I’m about to be one hell of a great friend, and drag your sorry ass back to our hotel room.”
Lance hummed contentedly, wrapping his arms around Keith’s shoulders and leaning into him. “I want a piggyback.”
“No chance.” He tugged Lance to his feet, bracing himself when his weight inevitably slouched into him.
“Stop, stop—hanggon,” he slurred, his head slumping. “Guh, dizzy…”
Keith stilled, tapping his foot impatiently. “Have you hurled yet?”
“Mm-mm.” Lance took a step forward, and Keith took the charge onward once more.
Keith rolled his eyes—Lance was so lucky his fake boyfriend happened to be real in love with him. Keith, on the other hand, would have the misfortune of needing to watch his crush hopefully not choke on his own vomit for the next six hours. “How many drinks did you have?”
“No clue, ‘m too gay to count.” He giggled, then whispered, “Don’t tell my mommy, Keith.”
“What, that you’re gay, that you’re drunk, or that you can’t do math?”
“None. Be like… the KGB.”
“Okay, Lance.” He pushed through the glass door with a toe, marching them through before it swung back on them.
“The Keith Gay… Butts.” He dissolved into a fit of giggles.
Keith’s not proud of the laugh he had to stifle, too. “Oh, you’re so lucky I don’t have the hands to dial Pidge right now.”
“What can I say, I’m a lucky guy! Who needs a real boyfriend, anyway? I’ve already got a fake one with a cute butt who takes care of me.”
Keith typed up their floor number on the touchscreen by the elevator door. “God, you’re going to be so hungover tomorrow.”
“D’you got Advil?” Keith shook his head. “We’ll go to Marco’s room—his wife’s usually got some.”
The elevator bell rang, doors opening up for them, and he pulled Lance in. “You think you can act sober enough to face your brother?”
“Pshh, oh yeah, I got this.”
He pushed off of Keith, staggering a bit but ultimately gaining his footing. Then the elevator lurched into motion and he stumbled. Keith was ready to catch him the moment he did, Lance steadying himself with hands on his shoulders. Once stable, they brought their eyes up as one, and dissolved into a short fit of laughter.
When it eased, Lance wrapped his arms around Keith’s neck, squeezing him close. “Sorry for being sloppy.”
Keith shook his head, returning the embrace. “Don’t be; you’ve held my hair back enough times to earn it.”
“Then thanks,” he said. “For being a good boyfriend.”
He twisted his fingers in the hem of Lance’s shirt. “Anytime.”
Klance prompt? I was at my daughters dance class this morning. Her instructor is really tall and thin and very enthusiastic with this group of hyper 4 and 5 year olds. I dunno, but seemed like something I could see Lance doing and Keith watching him and adoring how good his is with kids.
ooooh my god that sounds so cute!!!! idk if i’ll end up writing it but i’m definitely keeping it in mind BLESS
For the writer's ask game? 8, 9, 18, 30, 38, 39.....ok I need to stop. I want to ask so many!!! ❤️
8) Oldest WIP
…………………………dude
Um, hang on lemme check???? DO DROP WIPS COUNT??? immaguess that no, they don’t count.
Imma do of 2018, since 2017 im ashamed of them all lmao.
The oldest WIP is a fic inspired by @softklanceday posts about fallen star Keith who falls for the guardian of fallen stars that is Lance and doesn’t want to go back to the sky and wants to stay with lance instead.
It was like half way done tbh? But I got stuck and….boop :// It was dropped sadly :c
It’s still on my draft folder so…there’s hope that I might pick it up someday.
9) Current WIP
WEEEEEEEEEEEELL!!
Putting aside commissions and zine; I have the Legendary Station Chap 7 and Black Eyes Chap 8, both WIPS.
And a bunch of others…that are half done or just ideas written down…I have a “smut one” im pretty sure I will never finish LMAO.
18) If you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you write about?
Oh man, I love collab-ing with my friend @queerklancing :D We have so much fun collab-ing and moving a story forward without knowing where it will go since we don’t plot about it!! OH I WISH, I WISH WE COULD WRITE A FIREFIGHTER AND DOCTOR KLANCE AU, BOY OH BOY WOULD I BE HAPPY. *side eyes* (if this ask gets 350 notes, we write it, make it happen guys come on, she can’t say no to that)
(I’m kidding, don’t get it to 350 notes, lmao, she already has too much on her plate <3)
I have collab-ed with @vulpes–vulpes too! Amazing written with so much depth man, their writing is amazing and super good. So well written.
Who would I love to collab with? Oh man, I can’t really say since I’m shy and tbh I wouldn’t have any ideas? Maybe just write a classic troope like mermaid + pirate au, or college au or IDK SOMETHING LIKE THAT hfkdshfkjsdhfks
30. Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet
Answered! It’s the FBI Au where Lance is an undercover agent in a college, investigating rumors about a murderer around and think Keith is the murderer but ends up falling for him lmao.
38) Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had
Answered! But an office au where lance shares snacks with keith after a santa exhange and keith gets nothing :3
39) Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had
….none? Back when I did OC I was pretty basic lmao. I was so lame.
And since I started writing Voltron I haven’t really written Original stuff, so I havent really done character concepts :c
Can I ask another one? (if no one has asked about this one!) another of my favs that is so sweet and adorable. And the ending? The best. Love love love it Monkey Bars Without the Monkeys! 4, 9, 17?
oh man you can ask as many as you want
and it’s still a surprise to me that ppl like this fic still so much!!!! :D it makes me really happy ppl enjoy it!!!
4. What are you most proud of?
hmmm idk, I mean, I don’t consider it being one of my best works but it does has its charm tbh.
the dialogue is definitely one of my fave things bc it’s easy going and playful. it has a lot of it but it was a fun fic to write, nothing serious so yeah!! def dialogue!!!
9. Favorite line(s) of dialogue?
Lance smiles. “Does that means I can go with just a warning?” he asks hopefully, dragging his words to convey innocence. It makes Thace chuckle.
“No, but it was a nice try.”
“What if I say you have an awesome hat?”
“No.”
“Awesome tie?”
“Nah.”
“Awesome gun?”
“Don’t look at my gun.”
“Awesome knife?”
“Don’t look at my knife.”
“I ran out of things to compliment then.”
17. Did anything surprise you during the writing?
lmao not really? it wasn’t as I planned it to be honest? but like a lot of my fics, it wrote itself tbh, like, the fic itself knew where it was going and it was like we were on a sync.
so I just rolled with it bc I knew where it was going.
BUT BOY, SOMETIMES FIC KNOW WHERE THEY WANNA GO BUT THEY ARE JUST SCREAMING AT YOU TO FIND A WAY TO WRITE JUST THAT AND YOU ARE LIKE
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN??? YOU ARE JUST WAVING ARMS. IDK WHAT THAT MEANS.
so yeah, writing is definitely an adventure.
here’s the fic for anyone who wants to read it; Monkey Bars Without The Monkeys
and for anyone who wants to ask me a question about any other fic, here’s the post with them :D
I want to do the ask game for Nicercy.... But I am actually struggling to find a question that is new and you haven't answered before... Is there a question you haven't considered or you would like to answer???
Oooh. Thanks for asking! And heh. Let’s see what I haven’t already discussed in the greatest details about this ship.
SFW Questions:
3. Who fixes the vehicle after a breakdown?
Headcanon that, since Percy and Leo are so becoming good friends, Percy hangs out a lot with Leo. And, honestly, even during the Titan War he used to hang out with Beckendorf. So, Percy has definitely learned some things from the tinkerers in his life and totally knows how to fix a car.
(Nico finds it incredibly hot. Nico is also useless with that. He… doesn’t even have a driver’s license after all. I mean come on, boy can literally walk through shadows, what does he need a car for.)
4. Living space has a leak! Who fixes it?
Percy. But he cheats by controlling the water, while Nico contacts someone capable of fixing it (Leo. It’s Leo). xD
5. Who buys the groceries?
Whoever has time for it. Sometimes, Nico has a slow day at work and gets around to buying groceries, other times Percy picks them up on the way home from the dojo.
9. Is someone multilingual? Do they try to teach another language to the other? How does it go?
Nico speaking Italian as his mother tongue, so big yes. He is also in all the universes, teaching Percy so they can raise their kids bilingual too.
And sometimes I forget that in my Chasingverse, I made Percy fluent in German… Which he does end up teaching some of his kids, but not Nico.
13. Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?
Nico has two modes: Either he works through the entire night with no problem and lots of coffee, or he crashes and sleeps until 4PM. Percy used to be highly disturbed by that in the beginning of their relationship, but he now knows that Nico’s body knows how to get the sleep it needs.
NSFW Questions:
4. Oddest place they’d have sex?
In the shadows. Sex during shadow-traveling. After all, it does give Percy a kick canonically sooo I think that rush of a rollercoaster ride would be even more intense and quite interesting during sex. ;D
Fun new ask game! 💜 If they haven't been ask how about.... A, B, G, W? Thanks Phoe!! 💕💕💕
Nicercy please :)
Thanks for playing! ^o^
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Cuuuddles. There are so many cuddles, all the cuddles. Percy turns into an octopus, Nico is convinced he has eight limbs, that’s the only possible explanation.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Percy’s eyes. Like, yes, yes, those legs and those shoulders and that ass. But when Nico looks into those sea-green eyes, he loses all ability to think straight. Pun intended.
For Percy, it’s Nico’s mouth. Especially when he’s smirking. That makes him weak in the knees, honestly.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
It’s Percy. Have you met Percy? Sometimes, it’s really hard for Nico to just have serious sex with him because Percy would laugh and joke about stuff.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Percy can use his water powers for amazing under water blowjobs. And it gives Percy a particular kick to have sex during shadow-traveling.
I am living for all this convenience headcannons/lore. 💕💕💕💕💕 Lance a high school Spanish teacher? Sign me the fuck up. And Keith bringing him his forgotten tests? Yes please. I love this. Embarrassed "sugar daddy" Keith? Brilliant 😭 And babe? Your fics are the best to reread. Convenience was amazing and I absolutely love love love. I also really love and have reread stick it! And of course your newest one has be hanging on the edge I love it so much
I;m,,, love u… bambey……. did u ever knoooowww that you’re my heeerooo…….. CAUSE YOU ARE THE WI–
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I live in Texas and it’s been getting to 106, but it gets more humid than anyone’s business. It doesn’t even cool down at night��
see this is why I feel like I have a wholly reasonable fear of the southern states; how does the humidity in the air not simply boil away????? WHoT??? yes the conversions are there solely for me because you canNOT expect me to do the math of that in my brain OTL
It’s like piety of sorts; I respect it because of how much I fear it
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is2g i read the temperature conversion and got hit by a metaphorical truck do NOT TOUCH THE RED HOT DEATH SPHERES LANCE “How did you wind up in A&E whilst on holiday??” “No one informed me that the giant Target spheres soaked up the entirety of the suns heat in Arizonan… Arizonian? summer.” “You burnt yourself on giant red balls…” “Do not! No! Do not even start!”
gjfggkj y’all gotta stop writing this fic better than I did. I’m givin u guys all shared custody, this ain’t an AU anymore, it’s an AUs
