#some gen

[unwoundbobbin]

Saw this post on Reddit and someone has reuploaded around 100 fics that were originally posted by a bunch of different authors on wraithbait. Apparently they had been cached before wraithbait went offline. So if you’ve never read them before, or there’s one you were missing, they’re here in doc form and here in epub.

[seeds-of-the-garden]

"Keith, if this is how I die, I leave you with this final thought. You suck." "Ok, firstly, screw you. Secondly, you're just asking Pidge out on a date. Stop being so melodramatic."

It confounded Keith how a ‘guys’ night out’ turned into a whole group of them sitting around Lance’s living room, playing truth or dare. It was supremely juvenile, and, though he wasn’t about to let anyone know, much more fun than going bar hopping. He wasn’t much for getting mindlessly drunk anyway.

He’d spent most of the night sitting nearer the shadows, artfully avoiding attention being drawn to him. This had worked out splendidly for several turns, and he was able to figure out that Dare would work a heck of a lot better than Truth for him. Shiro, Matt, James, and Kinkade, had been coerced to spill some really embarrassing secrets, some that shocked even Keith. Hunk’s truths had been boring, the man was a saint. A salty saint, but a saint nonetheless. Lance had avoided getting picked as well, but, Keith reckoned, all his embarrassing stories everyone knew about. He was definitely not the best at reigning in the mind-link the five of them still had. 

Keith had zoned out while Shiro had been completing his most current dare, to call Slav and ask him how his day was. Quiznaking Matt was to blame for that one. Hunk had been next. Shiro dared him to point out his most favorite person in the room which turned into some sort of affirmation hour, where Hunk couldn’t decide, and instead told everyone why they were great. As far as Keith was concerned, Lance did seem to be Hunk’s favorite, but only because Pidge wasn’t around.

“Keith, truth or dare.” 

Quiznak. He’d let his guard down, and now he was paying for it. 

“Dare.”

“Buy me a large pizza.”

That was fast. This must have been something he was thinking about for a while.

“We already had pizza.” 

“Yeah, but not ham, pineapple, mushroom, greenpepper, pizza.”

Everyone groaned. “Hunk, dude, whyyyyyy?” 

Shiro exclaimed, “Nicely played.”

Keith shrugged, pulled up the app, and ordered Hunk’s pizza. “It’s on it’s way.” Then he slid back into the shadows.

“Thanks.” Hunk had a huge smile on his face. That made it worth it. “It’s your turn bro. Pick someone.”

Oh, Keith had forgotten about this part. Who should he pick? Who would give the group the most satisfaction through being embarrassed? He looked at each guy, his mind sizing up the potential for fun. Everything was a mission in his life, even this.

There was Lance, chilling in a folding chair, texting someone, only half paying attention to the goings on. He found his mark.

“Lance” He waited. It took a few seconds for it to register on Lance’s face.

Once they made eye contact Keith asked “Truth or Dare?”

It didn’t take long for Lance to decide, “Dare. I’m not spilling my secrets to any of you.”

“Like we don’t already all know everything Dude.” Kinkade laughed while James patted him on the back.

“He’s not wrong, man. You’re an open book.” Hunk softened his words with a side hug for one of his besties.

Keith had thought about generic dares earlier, like ‘steal Iverson’s rover’ or ‘call my mom and pretend you’re a knife salesman’, but none of those seemed right for Lance. He knew in an instant though. 

“Ask Pidge out on a date.” 

The room went completely quiet, various looks of shock or anger clouded the faces around him.

Then everyone spoke.

“Not cool dude.”

“What about her feelings?”

“I don’t think this is wise.”

“Hey! My sister isn’t a dare!”

“Yes. This is brilliant.”

And finally,

“WHAT THE CHEESE!?  You can’t dare that kind of thing. I want a new dare.”

Keith was confused. He’d seen the way Lance had been acting around Pidge for over a year now. And he was positive she was who Lance had been texting all night. He thought Lance would jump at the chance.

Hunk spoke up, “No. This could work.” He turned to Lance, “You like Pidge, and you’ve been avoiding asking her out for months. Now you have to.” He nodded enthusiastically.

“First of all, how did you know I like Pidge!? Secondly, she’ll kill me. I cannot do this.” 

Matt’s mouth hung open. “You like my sister?” He looked stunned and a little amused.

“You ‘like like’ Katie?” James had leaned forward in his seat. Kinkade laughed harder and slapped his back. “Bummer for you dude.”  James elbowed him.

Keith could be patient, but this mission had kicked off and was in danger stalling quickly. “Nevermind any of that.” He narrowed his eyes at Lance, firing his next words like a pistol in a duel. “I double dog dare you.”

Lance’s shoulders slumped, but he pulled out his phone to dial.  "Keith, if this is how I die, I leave you with this final thought. You suck."

 "Ok, firstly, screw you. Secondly, you're just asking Pidge out on a date. Stop being so melodramatic."

Everyone watched with anticipation. Lance rolled his eyes and turned his back to them.

“Hey Pidge… Nothing much… Yeah, everyone’s still here. It’s a slumber party now…  I mean, if you want to…. Um… So… Just, what I’m about to say isn’t because of a dare or anything…. I mean, it is, but...It isn’t, you know?....Uh-huh…. WILL YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME!? “

[paladin-pile]

Pal’s Fic Graveyard

Let’s have a moment of silence for all the WIP’s that were brutally murdered whenever a new season of Voltron came out. We’ve all been there. I didn’t want to just let these die, some are just ideas, some were pretty far along being written, so I’m going to upload them to tumblr and make this the masterpost. Hope y’all enjoy, and if anyone can make something of these go for it.

(links to follow)

Smol Keith and Krolia

Valley of Bones 

Sheith after BOM Trials

Keith and Pidge

...more to come soon!

[andrea-lyn]

Old Guard Fic Recs (Post #4)

It’s October, so it’s time for another batch of fic recs (aka, my bookmarks have hit a number that means it’s share time!) I hope that you enjoy these as much as I did!

A Treasure Worthy of a King by thekingslover

Nicolo has been the terror of the seas for a solid decade. He’s plundered many ships, evaded many privateers. He’s feared by his crew and the world alike, an image he’s cultivated with carefully selected targets, few words, and several well-timed glares.

But this? This surprises him.

“You...” Nicolo pauses. “You wish to be kidnapped?”

happens great, happens sweet by eurythmix

“We still did some good. And you haven’t told them about our wedding.”

Andromache barely finished saying the word when Nicolò’s whole body jerks upright, his head almost colliding with the top bunk. “Wedding?” he blurts. “You got married?”

A year apart has given Yusuf time to think and the question sits expectantly on his lips. He's just neglected to factor in a few things: a storm, a journey through the North Atlantic, and Quynh.

Carry the Field by goldheartedsky

The first time, they do not kiss.

Yusuf does not know if a man like Nicolò even wants to be kissed. He understands the moonlight-pale stares from across the fire, understands the hesitant touch on the inside of his thigh that sparked this, but still, they do not kiss.

It’s been six years since they’ve met, a year since they’ve last tried killing each other, and Yusuf refuses to wait any longer.

everywhere on earth you go (you're gonna have me) by nondz (pinkjook)

“We’ll just commit to the buddy system,” Nile says.

“Buddy system?” Booker asks, eyebrows raised.

OR: Nile goes clubbing, gets lost in Ireland, learns to swing dance, dies in Portugal, and falls in love. Mostly in that order.

you know i dreamed about you (before i saw you) by BeeLove

In which Yusuf is a witch, striking out on his own and looking to make his way in the world -- what he finds instead is a very peculiar rabbit, desperately in need of his help. Destiny might have brought them together, for reasons not entirely clear, but Yusuf isn't going to abandon a soul in distress -- especially if he has the ability to do something about it. (And if he happens to fall in love along the way, well... who is he to deny his own heart?)

You do not have to be good by emjee (MerryHeart)

He shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat as he makes his way towards the neighborhood where Joe and his research assistant will be living for the next four months, and steadfastly tries not to think about how the contact file on his phone that used to read "Dr. Yusuf Al-Kaysani (Jerusalem)" now simply reads "Joe". Or how there is now a photo attached to that contact file, which means whenever Joe calls him Nicolò’s phone screen lights up with a selfie of Joe in a backwards baseball cap on a sunny day somewhere in Bloomsbury.

In which Nicky reaches an understanding with God and leaves the priesthood for love.

Roller Skates and Blind Dates by ToBebbanburg

Andy and Quynh are captains of rival roller derby teams, and that rivalry gets a little too intense. Lykon eventually decides to step in in an attempt to broker peace between the two women, but damn, Andy really doesn't like Quynh...

Death in Her Hands by superblackmarket

“Nothing is forever, not even us, and we have lived long enough to see that anything can be taken away from you,” Nicky said. “Gods, countries, species, even the weather.”

“And change—it isn’t good or bad, necessarily, it’s just how it is,” Joe said. “All you can do is decide what to do with the time that is given to you.”

“Oh my god, you did not just quote Gandalf at me!” Nile exclaimed.

OR, Nile faces the future with Joe and Nicky.

[andrea-lyn]

the old guard masterlist

given that a lot of folks seem to be here for old guard content, pinning this post of the fic I’ve written to keep track:

the last kill & the first kiss: my baby shot me down romeo + juliet are based on joe & nicky: at best, you find a little remedy booker learning about joe/nicky, but also grief: is it an apocalypse or nihilism on your lips?  four mornings over a millennia, joe/nicky: hallelujah, you’re still mine  team sex pollen fic: hold me in your everlasting arms joe/nicky, slow dancing: So Move Me, Baby joe/nicky, psychic bond: what a tale my thoughts could tell