could you imagine The Enterprise having like a yearly inspection and Kirk bugs out every time because the best running ship in the fleet certainly doesn’t become so because they follow the rules. He has to remind the crew a week in advance to actually call him Captain and use formal titles. Bones and Scotty’s shared bathroom which is one hundred percent a liquor cabinet/distillery cannot be a thing. Sulu has to collect all of his plants out of everywhere that’s not the Botany Labs and hide the illegal ones he picked up during their journey in his quarters. Scotty has to remove all of his Scotty-Approved-Modifications from Engineering. Spock can’t work four shifts in a row and break the ensigns that challenge him in the gym to sparring matches. Bones can’t medically offer alcohol to anybody. Uhura needs to not curse every ten minutes, in any language. Chekov needs to focus more on his console and less on every pair of legs walking by his station.
Your new fic is so wonderful! I love the mystical and magical elements of it. I just love that kind of thing and the fact that it’s a Voltron AU makes it even better! 💗 I had one question that’s been making me wonder though! What would Lance’s reaction have been to seeing Keith’s store burnt as it was, knowing it was because he had broken Keith’s heart and gave him a panic attack? I imagine loving comforting apology with soft, intimate kisses, but~! I’d rather here it from the source! 🔮✨