Cordelia. 30-something fangirl. Fanwoman? Lesbian. // Fanfic and podfic. AO3 & Twitter: utlaginn. // Fandom blog, pretty much entirely VLD at the moment; also YOI, Legend of Zelda, Haikyuu!!, Free!, Sailor Moon, various costume drama.
okay, I thought I should make this post since there has been an influx of scammers plaguing AO3 comments section and people are falling victims to them. so here it is;
WHAT THEY ARE
so far, there are three main types of these scam bots
bots that tell you AO3 is deleting works, and that you should delete the works yourself because your entire account will be affected if your works get deleted by AO3
bots that tell you your works are terrible
bots that tell you they want to draw comic panels from your works
ALL OF THESE ARE SCAM WITH MALICE INTENTIONS
bots that tell you AO3 is deleting works, and that you should delete the works yourself because your entire account will be affected if your works get deleted by AO3 are just trying to get you to delete your works, most certainly because they want to steal and/or use your works to train their AI and, once you delete your works, it becomes extremely difficult, almost impossible for you to claim ownership of your works when the original works have been deleted. AO3 IS NOT DELETING ANY WORKS.
bots that tell you your works are terrible are also just trying to get you to delete your works, most certainly because they want to steal and/or use your works to train their AI and, once you delete your works, it becomes extremely difficult, almost impossible for you to claim ownership of your works when the original works have been deleted. (more examples here and here)
bots that tell you they want to draw comic panels from your works are trying to hack your password, personal data and credit card information (they will say they see potentials in your work and are interested in drawing comic panels from it, and then they will ask you to discuss this with them on discord where you will have to pay/commission them for the “comics” you will never get, but you will get your password hacked, personal data and credit card information breached and stolen instead, do not fall for them).
HOW TO SPOT THEM
what all these 3 types of bots have in common is that;
most of them (keyword, most, not all) are guest users or empty accounts that have just been recently created.
their comments are all the same copied and pasted scripts that they mass leave on lots of authors’ works at random.
their comments are all vague, in the sense that there will be no mention of any specific characters’ names, no mention of any specific scenes or events from your works (granted, they need to be vague because they are bots, they never actually read your works, and they have to be able to use the same comments on other writers’ works too).
EDIT: I’ve been told they got “smarter” and are now mentioning characters by names and also specific scenes from the story. Most definitely because they ran your fic through AI and let AI write comments for them. So basically, if a comment, from someone you don’t know, ends in something along the lines of “I’d like to draw a comic panel about this”, “can we chat on discord (or anywhere outside of ao3)” or anything that’d require your email or other personal information, always assume that it’s 90% a scam.
report them for spam then delete their comments when/if you get them.
please spread this if you can. us writers gotta look out for each other. stay safe, everybody ♡
EDIT (Dec 10, 2025): NEW TYPE OF BOTS WHO THREATEN PEOPLE WITH LEGAL ACTIONS
EDIT (Dec 15, 2025): BOTS IMPERSONATING LEGIT USERS, WITH REGISTERED ACCOUNTS, BY USING THESE LEGIT USERS’ AO3 NAMES AS THEIR GUEST-USER NAMES IN THEIR GUEST COMMENTS
EDIT (Dec 22, 2025): BOTS PROMOTING THEIR APP/PROGRAM AND ACTING AS AN AD (WHICH I BELIEVE IS AGAINST AO3’S POLICIES) ON COMMENTS SECTION
As someone who’s been writing fanfic for over 20 years and found deep solace in my fandoms, I find the people who design these bots to be genuinely evil.
Not only is it beyond discouraging for it to be like pulling teeth to get comments at all, but when the comments you get are randomly generated hate from an asshole who didn’t even have the brass ones to write it themselves?
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Happy Friday! Have an update on the Cemetery Boys AU, in which secrets start coming out...
***
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Shiro (Voltron)
Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Witchcraft, Alternate Universe - Ghosts, Long Live Feedback Comment Project, Ghost Keith (Voltron), Witch Lance (Voltron), POV Lance (Voltron), Las Vegas, Cemetery Boys AU, Halloween, Necromancy
Summary:
Lance, a brujo with the ability to release spirits into the afterlife, is haunted by an unlikely spirit - and, turns out, he doesn't exactly want to let this one move on.
It's not just because he needs help in the fight against a bunch of evil necromancers, either.
***
A klance fic for spooky season set in the universe of Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas.
Fan fiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don’t do it for money. That’s not what it’s about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They’re fans, but they’re not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.
The Boy Who Lived Forever | Time Magazine
This is probably the best, non-judgmental description of fan fiction I’ve ever heard of in main stream media.
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Day 9 of Klancetober 2025 hosted by @corvus--rex - satisfying the prompts of Halloween Party & Secret
Read Chapter 1 now! Most will be posted soon, daily through All Souls’ Day.
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Shiro (Voltron)
Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Witchcraft, Alternate Universe - Ghosts, Long Live Feedback Comment Project, Ghost Keith (Voltron), Witch Lance (Voltron), POV Lance (Voltron), Las Vegas, Cemetery Boys AU, Halloween
Summary:
Lance, a brujo with the ability to help release spirits into the afterlife, is haunted by an unlikely spirit - and, turns out, he doesn't exactly want to let this one move on.
And it's not just because he needs help in the fight against a bunch of evil necromancers, either.
***
A klance fic for spooky season set in the universe of Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas.
Days 3, 4, and 5 of Klancetober 2025, hosted by @corvus--rex! b/c I can’t keep a posting schedule
Day 3: Vampire
Day 4: Autumn Leaves🍂
Day 5: Dark🖤
***
(NSFW in the middle)
In the darkness past the warm, spherical glow outside the reception hall, Lance sees a pair of glowing yellow eyes.
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress pants, Lance traipses towards those eyes, moving across the lawn under criss-crossing strings of bistro lights. The lake at the bottom of the hill is completely shadowed, not even a shimmering reflection to give away its presence. That known unknown makes Lance place his feet carefully on the slippery grass.
He’d wondered if he’d show himself.
The air is chilled, thick and cool with the mid-autumn. The graying dusk had seen rolling mist over the tops of evergreens and yellowing sycamore and sweetgum. Now, the spitting rain won’t quite let up, and it keeps most of the wedding guests inside.
So Lance probably won’t be missed, best man or not.
He’s already made his speech. (Immaculately rehearsed and receiving just the right blend of laughter and tears, thank you very much.) And now, the wedding crowd is at the thinning point: the grandparents and distant in-laws are piling into their cars, and the friends and cousins are crowding the dance floor and the open bar.
Lance definitely hasn’t had enough to drink to justify this kind of recklessness. But he made peace with this part of himself a long time ago.
“Don’t think the dead are invited,” he drawls, right at the dark.
The eyes vanish. He only has to wait a moment for the most beautiful being—man, woman, dead or alive—Lance has ever encountered to step into the light.
“Are you going to invite me?” Keith asks.
Lance shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, shivering. “How does that work, exactly? No one lives here, so do you technically need an invite?”
The upward twitch of lips is so quick and faint that Lance wonders if he’d imagined it. But he doesn’t imagine the superior way Keith raises one eyebrow.
“It doesn’t exactly behoove us to reveal the technicalities,” Keith says.
Lance scrunches his nose at the vampire. He knows it’s childish. He doesn’t know how old Keith is, exactly, but he’ll probably think of Lance as a stupid kid whatever he does, so it’s not like it matters.
They’re silent for a long moment, eyeing one another up and down. It’s been a few months since Lance has seen him. And while Keith looks exactly the same—of course—Lance can’t help but wonder whether he, himself, has grown. Whether those last couple centimeters squeezed out of his early twenties are as shocking to Keith as they are to him.
“It looks like a nice wedding,” Keith says, nodding towards the warm-lit hall.
Lance humors him, turning to look up the hill toward the large metal building where the reception is in full swing. Two elaborate metal chandeliers and elegant rows of lights line the ceiling, and the rest of the place is woodworked Americana, painted white like a picket fence.
“It’s very… straight,” Lance concedes.
Keith barks out a laugh at this. It’s the least graceful sound Lance has ever heard him make—and he counts it as a huge win.
“Why are you here?” Lance asks. Reckless. Careless, even. A thrill of adrenaline crawls up his spine as the words settle in the cold, damp air between them.
Because Lance already knows the answer.
He’s here for you.
Keith’s expression doesn’t change, that smug smile still in place. “Why’d you come out to meet me?”
Lance grins back at him. “Maybe hoping to make this shindig a little less straight.”
Now, Lance would pay a lot of money to have a photo of the look on Keith’s face as he processes that remark. Of the way his eyes narrow—just that little bit. Of the jump in a cheek muscle that would portend a blush in anyone else.
Unfortunately, Keith doesn’t show up in photographs.
***
Fucking a vampire is bizarre.
And it is the hottest thing Lance can imagine. The first time Lance had fucked Keith, at his graduation from the college at which Keith is apparently an alumnus, he hadn’t actually believed that Keith was what he said he was until his fangs had come out. But when they had, and Lance had almost come on the spot, insisting that Keith bite him, well…
Keith actually hadn’t done it, not that first time. It took until the second time they had sex to convince Keith that Lance was not only into the idea, but that he was in fact a masochist of the highest order.
But apparently, so is Keith.
“Lance,” he gasps, now, all desire and no complaint when Lance buries one hand in his thick hair and pulls so that Keith has no choice but to arch his back. His voice is barely audible over the sound of the condenser unit buzzing next to them. It covers the wet, slapping sounds of their fucking, as well, disguises the harsh way Lance thrusts into Keith’s tight heat.
It’s a contrast, that heat and the chill rain still misting into the wild, tall grass behind the wedding reception hall. And an unexpected one. Lance can’t begin to fathom how works, but while Keith’s skin is slightly cool to the touch, his insides—from the warmth past those plush lips to the hot grasp of his ass around Lance’s cock—are scorching.
They pant together, now, even though Lance knows Keith doesn’t need to breathe. And when Keith comes—spasming around him but coming dry, nothing pulsing from his own cock—Lance groans and feels him and thrusts greedily until he hits his own peak.
He rests, then, his hands gripping either side of Keith’s hips. After a few long, shaking breaths, he pulls out, letting the tip of his cock rest there in the mess for a few seconds. But then he hauls Keith upright, turns him around and holds him up against the metal siding of the hall while they both shake and recover.
“One of these days,” Keith mutters against his ear, careless and slurring and coming down and almost ready for blood. “One of these days you’re going to give me your number, so I don’t have to keep stalking you at events where your name is on the guest list.”
Lance is still wheezing, so it’s probably not very convincing when he says, “Dream on, mullet.”
Keith laughs at him, hugging tighter to him.
“When I dream at all,” Keith says. “It’s only ever of you. You and those eyes.”
Lance has nothing to say to this. He just tilts his head, bears his neck, and Keith’s own head comes down, making a sound like he’s coming for a second time when his fangs pierce flesh, well below the line of the collar of Lance’s shirt.
***
“Dude, where’d you go?” Hunk asks, emerging from the dance floor with his bride in tow.
“I thought you didn’t bring a plus one,” Shay says, frowning a little at the shadow behind Lance.
“Still checked the box, didn’t I?” Lance asks, grinning at her sheepishly. “And he wasn’t here for dinner, anyway, so…”
Both bride and groom look between the two of them, taking in Keith’s black but decidedly not formal wear and the dusting of dark, spattered wetness over Lance’s shoulders.
“Keith,” says the man himself, holding out his hand formally toward Hunk. “Congratulations. We’ve never met but from the way Lance speaks of you, it’s happiness well deserved.”
Hunk looks touched—and like he isn’t about to ask any questions. “Well thanks, man,” he says. “Any friend of Lance’s is a friend of mine. Sorry we haven’t met, before.”
Keith’s eyes flick to Lance’s. They glow—just a little—under the low lights of the reception.
“I’m hoping to bring him around more often,” Lance admits.
And when Keith’s smile has one of his fangs poking out over his upper lip, Lance knows they’re not going to stay at this reception very long.
Day 2 of Klancetober 2025, hosted by @corvus--rex! I went with all three prompts because I'm an over-achiever.
Witch 🧹
Candles 🕯️
Stars 🌟
And a little musical accompaniment if you like...
***
The autumn feels like death in a way Keith never understood until he’d been dead.
It’s been a year since then: since he literally came back to life. A year with Lance, who had been there for all of it. A year of making good on dreams he’d always intended to pursue but, in his previous nineteen years, never did. A year of what has sometimes felt like borrowed time.
Anyway.
Now, “fall” feels literal in a way it never had.
The sun has already gone down, though light still saturates the sky. They step out of Lance‘s hand-me-down Camry and onto the unpaved driveway outside the cabin. The drop in temperature from the afternoon—from even a few days ago—is noticeable. It’s like someone’s pulled the rug out from under summer.
“What’s with that face?” Lance asks, shutting the driver’s-side door.
“This is just my face, Lance,” Keith replies, offhandedly. Not even impatient, since he’s spent the majority of his life navigating other, less-kind people’s reactions to his resting bitch face.
If it takes him a second longer than it should to pull what feels like the over-contemplative glare on his face away from the twilit treetops and over to Lance, well… He’s spent most of his life doing that, too. Looking off in inappropriate directions, seeing too much.
“You’d better get excited,” Lance half-teases as his voice shifts around the back of the car. It’s only half a tease; because Keith knows exactly how seriously Lance took setting all of this up. “I’ve never had the chance to celebrate a one-year anniversary and your brooding is not going to mess it up!”
“I am excited.”
Keith makes his own way to the open trunk, gravel crunching under his boots. He hears it shifts under the weight of Lance’s trainers and, then, both of their duffle bags.
“It just looks like that wind might pick up,” he explains, gently slipping the strap of Lance’s bag back over his head.
“I’ve got them, amor,” Lance says—but he ducks under the strap, anyway.
“Indulge me,” Keith says simply.
And Lance does, his gaze going soft and fond. Heat floods through Keith, contrary against the scolding fingers of cold air cutting through the treeline. This warmth is the stuff of fantasy realized: the very idea that there’s someone this good looking at him—at Keith—like this so often in these shortening days.
The wind does pick up later that night.
As the night gathers deep and vast around the cabin, they get a good couple hours of normalcy. They unpack—read: Lance sets an unfathomable number of bottles on the bathroom counter while Keith throws his shit on the floor of a bedroom with linen curtains and a chunky wooden bedframe. They take a quick peek into the crawl-space that’s accessible via an over-sized ladder set into the wall between the bedroom and the bathroom—read: Keith climbs the ladder and shoulders the raw-wood door in the ceiling open while Lance stands at the bottom and asks if their AirBNB host would really appreciate guests letting all the ghosts out of the surely-haunted attic.
“Well, if the place wasn’t haunted before, it is now that we’re here,” Keith says, letting the panel in the ceiling fall closed.
Lance is not impressed by the attempt at humor—by any attempt calling himself a ghost/zombie/whatever horror flavor he happens to be into that month.
Keith acts duly impressed when Lance picks up a little remote from atop the mantlepiece and turns on the electric hearth. Lance attempts to punctuate the mood-setting by adding some music, but he fumbles with the bluetooth setting on his phone long enough that Keith starts to feel a laugh bubble up in his chest. Because Lance is standing there in his socks from this month’s Awesome Socks Club in the middle of the huge faux-fur rug in front of the fireplace and Keith loves him so much he’s not sure, if he does start laughing, if he’ll ever be able to catch his breath again.
“Ta da!” Lance says with a flourish as the music kicks on. It becomes a playful little roll of the shoulders, in time with the soft beat of the Spanish ballad. And Lance looks so pleased at his own success, Keith decides he just has to taste that grin of victory for himself.
Of course, Keith is who he is, and when he takes in the fire and remembers its source, Keith forces them to stop making out long enough to find a couple flashlights and put them in a conspicuous place.
“For just in case,” Keith says.
He’ll be glad for his habitual paranoia. Because the “case” comes along less than twenty minutes later, when the electricity goes out and the fire stops burning.
“Aw,” Lance mutters, with a pout that Keith can see even in the dark.
“C’mon,” Keith says, refusing to let a single moment go to waste. “We’ll go outside and watch the stars come out. And if the electric is still off by the time we go back in, we’ll track down some candles…”
“You’re shivering.”
Lance’s teeth are actually chattering. “’S never this cold in Cuba.”
Keith snorts little. “It is in Las Vegas, though.”
“Yeah, for like three days out of the year…”
Lance can’t be as genuinely annoyed as he sounds, though, because he bumps further into Keith’s side and rests his head against Keith’s shoulder as they both look up at the stars.
The solar-powered bistro lights on the porch behind them render their breath visible. At first, that layer of cloud veils the stars. But they walk forward together a few steps, into the vast, complete darkness, and the sky opens to them. It’s deep enough into the evening that most of the stars have already come out. Still, as they stand there, hand in hand, a few stars wink to life like zipping fireflies, and that sight feels warm despite the chill.
Keith feels Lance squeeze his hand.
“Thank you,” he hears.
Head whipping in Lance’s direction, Keith says, “You’re the one who arranged all this.”
Gorgeous and sincere under the starlight, Lance says, “Thank you for coming back to me.” And Keith doesn’t have to ask him what he’s talking about. “Thank you for not leaving, after that. For not going anywhere else.”
Dammit, it’s too early in this trip for Lance to be making Keith cry. They may have a bet, but that’s not why Keith makes himself clench and unclench his fists in an effort to stave off tears. It’s just that he wants to have a clear memory of all of this, a memory unimpeded and unblurred. Starlight crystal-delicate; a home borrowed but no less theirs while they make it so; Lance limned in silver from above and gold from behind.
“No place I’d rather be,” is all Keith says when he turns Lance fully towards him and draws him down so Keith can bury his face in Lance’s hair, can draw in the familiar smell of him among the strangeness of a night lit by enough stars to lose count of.
An hour later, the electricity is still out, and they do have to track down those candles.
The bistro-lights along the back porch are apparently the only solar-powered thing in the cabin, and their ambient glow is not enough to finish up their evening by—especially, Lance complains, since they’ve been deprived of the most romantic feature of the cabin: the electric fireplace.
Keith would argue that the light from dozens of candles more than makes up for it.
They’ve arranged them all in the main living space, little flickering tea lights and Christmas-red tapers and scented three-wick monstrosities filling up the space on the stone hearth. Wax has started dripping down onto the floor from the tapers despite their best efforts to set strategic dishes and coasters in place.
But if Keith has anything to say about it, he and Lance will be distracted long enough that the candles will just burn out and the wax will cool before they have to deal with any of it.
“What’s with that face?” Keith asks, trying to smooth out the furrow between Lance’s brows with his thumb.
“Just thinking.”
“About?”
They’re lying together in the nest of blanket’s they’ve made, clothes discarded, warm despite the lack of forced-air heating or a real fire. Lance rests his head against Keith’s chest, but Keith can still see the way his mouth has gone tight and his forehead lined as he stares ahead into the candlelight.
Lance makes a sound that tries to be dismissive. “I already got all sappy. I’m done. ’S your turn.”
With that, Lance flicks his hand back, lightly tapping the back of it against Keith’s chest.
“Usually you’re the one asking me what I’m thinking,” Keith remarks.
Lance smirks lightly. “I do like a bit of role reversal.”
“Uh huh,” Keith scoffs, feeling one side of his own mouth pull up.
“But no,” Lance continues, suddenly serious again. He shakes his head. “I’m good. Sorry, I mean… I don’t want to keep going somewhere else in my mind. I just want to be here with you. Because that’s why we’re here.”
“I’m never more ‘here’ than where you are,” Keith says before he can stop himself.
It barely makes sense—and if it makes the kind of sense he intends it to make, it’s entirely too close to “sappy” for comfort. But it seems to land just right for Lance, who sits up, pushes away a little, and looks directly into his eyes.
“I know,” Lance says. He reaches out with one hand to lightly over Keith’s face: his brow, his cheeks, his lips. And then Lance leans in again and kisses him in a way that makes Keith feel like he’s never going to be cold, again.
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Part Three of my klance endgame series! Basically, Lance and Keith catch each other in the wee hours, at the very start of their next relationships, and this sets the precedent for their TMI friendship that will span the next few years.
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Keith & Lance (Voltron), Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Allura/Lance (Voltron)
Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Long Live Feedback Comment Project, POV Keith (Voltron), POV Lance (Voltron), Canon Compliant, Teasing, Banter, it's just how these knuckleheads talk to each other, Season/Series 08, Multishipping, Between Seasons/Series, gaps between canon, cheering on your ex/soulmate in their future conquests, Past Keith/Lance (Voltron), Sex Talk, Bisexual Lance (Voltron)
Series: Part 3 of do something while your heart is thumping
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Here’s something fun for Kinktober 2025...
Part of my ongoing series, do something while your heart is thumping, but Chapter 8 can be read as a standalone fill for Day 5: dacryphilia.
(Feel free to browse the rest of this repository too! It’s “Part 8″ of the series only becuase it’s mostly scenes and snippets that don’t quite fit into the main narrative. So, can mostly be read as stand-alones!)
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)
Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Romelle (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Long Live Feedback Comment Project, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Past Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Past Allura/Lance (Voltron), Minor Hunk/Romelle (Voltron), Mutual Pining, that's just the standard tag of this ship I'm pretty sure, Sexual Tension, THAT ONE TOO, Hook-Up, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Anal Sex, Bottom Keith (Voltron), Top Lance (Voltron), Season/Series 04, Weddings, Drunken Shenanigans, Texting, Excessive Drinking, Timeline What Timeline, Minor Curtis/Shiro (Voltron), Post-Break Up, World Travel, Wedding Planning, Pining, Smoking, Sex Talk, Blow Jobs, 69 (Sex Position), Hand Jobs, Wall Sex, Road Trips, Fist Fights, Minor Violence, Mild Blood, Badly-Kept Secrets, Pidge | Katie Holt is Savage, Bottom Lance (Voltron), Top Keith (Voltron), Crying During Sex, Polyamory, (mentioned) - Freeform, Implied Kallurance, (in an alternate reality lol), Improper use of wormholes
Series: Part 8 of do something while your heart is thumping
As there wasn’t an official Kinktober prompt list last year, we’ve put together an unofficial one for 2025, along with an AO3 collection. The graphics were all made by @latte-cucumber, and she's also made a banner that you’re welcome to use for your Tumblr Kinktober posts:
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Part two of my klance endgame series (which, in total, is now at the 230k word mark, whaaaaat)
Here’s where I start screwing with the timeline as well, lol. The frame story is post-klance-hookup, but I delve into Keith’s backstory (Garrison days, the time in the desert shack, etc.). I issue a blanket apology because apparently I can’t stop torturing this character...
Chapters: 5/5
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage Sex
Relationships: Keith & Lance (Voltron), Keith & Shiro (Voltron)
Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), James Griffin (Voltron), Keith's Wolf (Voltron)
Additional Tags: Long Live Feedback Comment Project, POV Keith (Voltron), Canon Compliant, Backstory, Pre-Canon, Bad Decisions, Recreational Drug Use, Tattoos, Casual Sex, Loss of Virginity, sex as self-destruction, Timeline What Timeline, Season/Series 07, Season/Series 08, Character Study, Angst, Multishipping, the underage is between Keith and an OC, referenced future pairings, Between Episodes, gaps between canon, Between Seasons/Series, Delinquent Keith (Voltron), Galaxy Garrison, Introspection, Running, Past Keith/Lance (Voltron), smut in chapter 2, Keith’s conspiracy theory board, Revelations While RunningTM
Series: Part 2 of do something while your heart is thumping
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I finished it!
After a 5-year hiatus, I fell back into space-dork hell and posted the last two chapters of this fic that had remained unfinished since October 2020. (It was... a dark time. XD)
This kicked off a summer of writing, including writing, editing, and posting the other 6 parts of this fic series: do something while your heart is thumping (a.k.a. the one where klance is endgame). This is just part one - there’s 250k words total, if you’re up for what is essentially a lengthy novel!
This canon-compliant saga follows Keith and Lance hooking up during their Voltron days, splitting up, being with other people, and ultimately finding their way back to each other. I haven’t seen much else like this in the fandom; and I always wanted to tell this story - one that acknowledges that we’re not always ready for the love of our lives at 20 years old.
I’m currently working on the final part of the installment, and it’s a slow burn that’s almost done cooking.
***
Chapters: 10/10
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 54,289
Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)
Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Krolia (Voltron), Kolivan (Voltron)
Additional Tags: referenced future pairings, Long Live Feedback Comment Project, POV Multiple, Season/Series 04, but ultimately follows seasons 4 through mid-7, Canon Compliant, Between Seasons/Series, gaps between canon, Drinking, Team as Family, Resolved Sexual Tension, Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Gay Keith (Voltron), Making Out, Drunken Shenanigans, Hook-Up, Fade to Black, Introspection, Character Study, Relationship Study, Pining, of a decidedly non-romantic nature they would have you believe, blade of marmora, Corporal Punishment, Post-Battle, Episode: s04e01 Code of Honor, Anal Sex, Barebacking, and a discussion thereof, Explicit Consent, Top Lance (Voltron), Bottom Keith (Voltron), Naxela suicide mission, Light Angst, i wasn't even gonna tag angst so thanks for the feedback, smut in chapters 2 and 4 and 6, Quantum Abyss (Voltron), Timeline What Timeline, Scars, Fistfight, Lovers to Friends, both of them are bad at feelings, but they get there, Reconciliation, Friendship, Non-Sexual Intimacy
Series: Part 1 of do something while your heart is thumping
Summary:
Keith’s slow retreat from Team Voltron is complicated by many things: not least of which is his abrupt hookup with one Lance McClain.
