Fic Summary: Shiro had just wanted one thing. He had wanted his fourth anniversary with his boyfriend to go off perfectly. It wasn’t asking that much, really. Was it? Just one perfect day. He’d planned everything, right down to the detail. But the more that went wrong, the more that continued to go wrong and things had quickly gone from bad to worse.
This fic was written as a gift for kipect on Twitter for the @shance-cafe@shancesupportsquad Shance valentines! Hey, Kip, sorry this is late! I wound up going with your proposal prompt! I hope you enjoy this little piece of fluff!
Shiro had just wanted one thing. He had wanted his fourth anniversary with his boyfriend to go off perfectly.It wasn’t asking that much, really. Was it? Just oneperfect day. He’d planned everything , right down to the detail. But the more that went wrong, the more that continued to go wrong and things had quickly gone from bad to worse.
It was supposed to be a nice day spent together, a matinee movie at the little cinema where they had their first date, followed by a picnic lunch at the edge of the lake in the spot where Shiro had asked Lance to move in with him. After that, they were supposed to go to the arcade that Lance had told him once was the place where he first realized he had a crush on him. And then the evening would finish at one of the more exclusive rooftop restaurants in the city, a sunset reservation that Shiro had paid handsomely to have some extra embellishments added to in preparation for his plan for how to peak the evening, the small box pressing against his chest a daunting and thrilling presence.
Instead, the day had been an absolute clusterfuck. The movie had run into technical difficulties partway through, resulting in the theatre sending everyone home with vouchers. Their picnic had been interrupted by a very grumpy goose deciding it needed that spot exactly and getting aggressive when Shiro tried to chase it off, leading to the pair making a break for it as they were chased by angry honking. Shiro hadn’t known that geese could hiss. Next, the arcade was closed due to some incident earlier in the day involving the skeeball machines and some dumb kid. Then they’d been caught in a freak rainstorm on the way back across the park to their car. Shiro had slipped in the mud and taken Lance in with them, ending up with both men muddy and rainy and generally disgusting. Lance had offered to call the evening quits at that point. But Shiro couldn’t just… He couldn’t just give up his plan…
Title: All I Want for Christmas Is Two Fandom:Voltron Ship:Shklance Rating:Teen Additional Tags: Keith/Lance/Shiro (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Morning, Christmas Eve, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Mistletoe, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Crushes
Fic Summary: Being hopelessly in love with your best friend was enough of a problem. Being hopelessly in love with both of your best friends, on the other hand? Well, that was just fucking tragic. Or at least… That was what Keith thought. But maybe, just maybe, Christmas miracles weren’t just the stuff of stories.
Ahhhhh I’m so sorry this is late! Here’s my late @shklance-exchange for @fa-la-la-lance ! (it won’t let me @ you?) You asked for Christmas, three-way pining, fluff, and just a dash of angst. Hopefully you enjoy this! Have a very happy 2019!
Being hopelessly in love with your best friend was enough of a problem. Being hopelessly in love with both of your best friends was just fucking tragic.
Unfortunately for Keith, that was exactly the situation he’d managed to find himself in. To make matters worse, said best friends were also currently his roommates and that was just territory he was never going to cross into.
Besides that… It wasn’t like either of them felt the same way about him, after all. Shiro was the funny, handsome, guiding hand. Lance was the outgoing, goofball, daredevil. Keith was… Keith, the weird cryptid who’d only started coming out of his introverted shell around these two very specific people largely because they’d been cohabitating six hundred square feet for two years. You kind of learned to be less awkward around someone sometime at or around the twentieth time having to return a pair of their underwear that wound up in your wash somehow.
And Keith had managed to fall hopelessly head over heels for not one but both of them. As the holiday season approached, Lance went into overdrive with his holiday preparations. Christmas was a big deal for him and Lance loved to host a good party or four. It meant the tree had to be up on time every time for the tree decorating party. Which also meant Shiro and Keith going to the storage unit for their apartment to go drag the tree out and get it upstairs into their apartment despite the snow falling down outside.
“…Is it just me or does this tree feel like it gets heavier every year?” Keith groaned, tugging the plastic-wrapped green thing out from behind an assortment of boxes of crap they’d collected throughout the year. They would go through their storage unit the week after Christmas, like they always did, and organize and sort and get rid of crap they didn’t really need, but for the moment it was just a mess.
Title:Unforgettable Fandom:Voltron Pairing:Shance Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Additional Tags: Shance Flower Exchange, Wartime AU, Battlefield nurse Lance, Wounded Shiro, Happy endings
Fic Summary: When Shiro showed up on Lance’s ward, Lance didn’t expect him to be anything other than just another patient. He never dreamed he would miss him so much when he left.
Hi there, @sasuhinasno1fan ! I’m your gifter for the @shanceflowerexchange ! You asked for a prompt involving the flower forget-me-nots and this cheesy little bit of heartstrings-tugging shance popped into my head. Forget-me-nots are an interesting flower because of all the different stories associated with their symbolism and meaning but the one common thread is that they speak of love and longing.
Shiro was gone, just a dream, just a sweet memory that Lance could feel warm his heart sometimes when the sun kissed his lips like Shiro had, just that once.
Lance just needed to accept that and move on. Well, now that he was home, at least, he could start going out to bars and clubs again and trying to meet people. He wondered how things had changed in the time he’d been away from home. Had things become more open for people like him? Had things become less open? Was his favourite queer bar still in business or had they succumbed to the pressures of the wartime economy?
Lost in his head, Lance lost track of where he was going, stumbling as he stepped up onto the ramp down from the ship. Catching himself, Lance closed his eyes to try to ground himself, taking in the feeling of being home for the first time in a long time. He breathed in the clean, fresh air, damp with the freshly fallen rain that still lingered in scattered puddles on the ground.
Summary: In the Modern Continent, the witcher brothers have had their hands full keeping mostly-retired Vesemir from becoming radicalized by unreliable news media. Geralt and Eskel have found ways to draw their boundaries, but Lambert has taken it upon himself to debunk the untruths his old man comes across while providing him with more reliable sources of news.
Aiden, Lambert’s human partner, struggles to find a way to help Lambert handle the incendiary phone conversations between himself and Vesemir.
Lambert sighed—well, more like growled under his breath—next to Aiden on the couch and slammed down his phone.
They’d paused Netflix before it auto-played the next episode so they could take a bathroom break and grab dessert, but now it seemed things might stay paused for a while.
“Everything okay?” Aiden asked, taking a furtive glance at an incoming text notification on Lambert’s screen. Not enough information to go on, but he could take a guess. Family Stuff .
Lambert irritably jiggled his foot on the edge of the coffee table, and Aiden could practically see the thunderclouds gathering over his head. “I’m gonna have to call Vesemir.”
Things had been relatively quiet since they’d moved into the new place: a little unpacking here, some fresh paint there, new appliances to get used to—Lambert had gone on a deep dive of YouTube videos learning all the ins and outs of their dishwasher, finding out all the little tricks to make it run the most efficiently.
More than anything it was theirspace, a chance to grow together into something more solid than Lambert’s crumbling room at Kaer Morhen. Don’t get him wrong, it was a gorgeous old building, full of old world charm and a melancholy grandeur that Aiden admired and appreciated… but lumpy pillows, moth-eaten curtains, barely enough natural light, and having to light a fire every morning just to bear getting out of bed grew old after the first five winters (after the first two, really, but Aiden knew how much the Keep meant to Lambert, so he’d taken some time before suggesting the move. It was all that Lambert had ever known—well, all he’d ever really been able to call home.It had seemed selfish to pull him away from it for the sake of larger, better-insulated windows and electric baseboard heating.
That was until Aiden came to understand Lambert’s relationship with his father figure, Vesemir. It wasn’t bad, Aiden wouldn’t even go so far as to say it was frictious most of the time. Vesemir was old (fuck knows howold), he put a lot of emphasis on familial responsibility and togetherness, and though the Continent was far more accepting of nonhumans than it was back in his day, it by no means meant that the hatred wasn’t still lurking—forced into the shadows by peacekeepers and equality legislation that prevented institutions like the Eternal Fire and their followers from holding public demonstrations. They were no longer permitted to go door-to-door or proselytize in the town square… but that didn’t mean that the loyalists just disappeared when the laws were passed. And it didn’t mean that those groups that fought againstthem didn’t have their own polarizing rhetoric that, in Lambert’s opinion, made them no better than the Eternal Fire.
Summary: "Well it’s coming onto 13 years together, babe I pray that it’s the luck… a lucky, lucky number And although I know I’ve brought you joy and happiness, babe I’ve also been a fec… a fecund resource for anger
‘Cause it’s all a part of the game Yeah, it’s all a part of the symphony And I pray that your face is the last I see On a peaceful afternoon“
- Peaceful Afternoon - Rufus Wainwright
Also this fic is set in a nebulous future that is about 13 years after my fic The Art Teacher (Never Have I Loved Any Other Man). Geralt and Jaskier are in their early 40s in this fic.
Geralt was greeted by the twang of a guitar being played when he came inside through the back door after tending to the garden. It was a common occurrence living with a musician. Jaskier’s newest album had been in the works for months now, which meant that he was working on songs whenever inspiration struck.
Walking further into the kitchen, Geralt placed the small bouquet of flowers he had picked on the table and shucked off his gardening gloves. He then rifled through the cabinets to find a suitable vase to put the flowers in.
Once the flowers were placed in the vase, he went about making tea. He grabbed two mugs, one for him and one for Jaskier. His husband was sure to have let his last mug of tea turn cold while composing.
He’s a star, and you’re his satellite. He’s lost, somewhere out in the vastness of the universe, and you’re sending signals to find him, never knowing if they’ll reach him. They are prayers and they are desperate.
Your hands bleed from wringing them, and from clawing at the Earth to demand he comes back to the home he never knew he had. The one with you. The one where you erase the last few chapters, and when he tells you he loves you, you say it back. When they wrote your story, you always knew it would be a tragedy, but you’d hoped they’d spare him the same.
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Dean Winchester is a demon now, for better or for worse.
Finally, bored with raising hell on earth across the lower 48, he and his demonic posse have settled in the ghost town of Gethsemane, California, to wait out Dean’s whims. Castiel may have not always been a good soldier, but he has always been an excellent strategist. Crowley’s machinations, the Mark of Cain, and Death itself cannot and will not stop him from rescuing Dean again.
Castiel knows Dean better than anyone besides his brother, Sam. And he will bring Dean home, no matter the cost.
Pages are going to start posting tomorrow for general reading, at least two a day, (since this thing is… you know… 44 pages long) until it’s done. Thrilled to both be done with this and to be able to have y’all read it!
Dean Winchester is a demon now, for better or for worse.
Finally, bored with raising hell on earth across the lower 48, he and his demonic posse have settled in the ghost town of Gethsemane, California, to wait out Dean’s whims. Castiel may have not always been a good soldier, but he has always been an excellent strategist. Crowley’s machinations, the Mark of Cain, and Death itself cannot and will not stop him from rescuing Dean again.
Castiel knows Dean better than anyone besides his brother, Sam. And he will bring Dean home, no matter the cost.
HEY it’s that one Demon!Dean comic that I’ve been posting WIPS for! Gethsemane is a 44 page comic that I will post webcomic-style, multiple pages at a time, daily until it’s done. If you want to read ahead, links are below!
The grass is dewy and cool at his back, soaking into feverish skin. Cas’ fingers tangle in his hair. Dean’s heart thuds in his chest when Cas leans down to kiss him, curious tongue touching his lower lip like it wants permission.
Dean unfolds under Castiel, and the air grows thick and electric. He tips his head back, frightened, excited, gripping Cas like an anchor. He looks up, into the inky black of Cas’ wings, stars in the night sky, and revels in the warm puff of breath at his throat.
He’s never known anything as beautiful in his life.
Dean has nightmares, sometimes, about the crypt. Sometimes, it’s just a replay of events: the sickening crunch of bone, blood in his eyes, clutching onto Cas with his failing strength. Thinking he was finally going to die.
Other times, though, the nightmare starts in the crypt, but slides sideways in the manner of dreams and becomes the bunker, and Dean is watching Cas leave again. Dean thinks maybe “don’t do this,” wasn’t a clear plea for Cas to stay, just like “I need you,” wasn’t an “I love you.”
Either way, the nightmares are a torment Dean knows he deserves.
“i see nothing but the candle in the mirror/no visions of the future/so lost and alone…” —"letters,“ from “natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812”
(for the gingerrose hub’s vss prompts for march 2022, the theme being “the looking glass”)
Smuggling former General Armitage Hux around the galaxy was not what Rose Tico imagined she’d be doing after the war.
The little tracking device she whipped up should keep him in line, but when their most recent safe house is breached by a bounty hunter, Roes has to swallow her misgivings and allow herself to trust Hux enough to make it out of their current predicament alive.
“Going forward the senior prom shall be cancelled. Let this be a lesson in becoming productive citizens.”
•Ugh, what a waste-Kaydel •I know, stupid Principal Hux-Poe •But we could get it back.-Kaydel •How?-Rose •By You-Kaydel
The senior prom is cancelled, and the resistance crew thinks the easiest way to get it undone is to use Rose’s apparent sexual appeal to convince Armitage, aka General Jr., to change that. What will happen in the process? All’s fair in love, text and prom preparations.
First Order General Armitage Hux paces the length of the tiny cabin. He shakes his hand, as if he can remove the memory of teeth from his skin with the action.
Her teeth.
It doesn’t work, of course it doesn’t. Nothing has.
