here are a bunch of AMAZING fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of august. I recommend that you read these great fics in september, if you haven’t already!! also check out the HL Summer Fic Exchange!
(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)
He’s beautiful. His eyes are a stunning green, the color of new foliage. The new kid’s limbs are long and lanky—he looks extremely uncomfortable and uncoordinated. Louis internally smirks to himself, guessing the kid probably won’t be too skilled with a sword, or a bow, or anything sharp, most likely. His hair falls to his shoulders in sets of loose, brown curls. The color is rich and luscious, resembling soil so much that it looks like flowers could sprout from his hairline at any moment. But Louis’ eyes are stuck on his soft looking lips, pink as flower petals and slightly parted as his eyes scan the horizon of the camp.
Louis was leaning against the railing of the bridge, looking down at the water completely lost in thought when he heard someone approach the bridge from the side that he came from. Glancing up, he noticed Harry walking towards him, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, and seemingly lost in thought. Louis shifted his weight onto his other foot and stood up properly, watching quietly as Harry walked past him. Louis opened his mouth. He wanted to say something to Harry to break the silence, or at least to get him to notice him standing there against the bridge railing - but the words got stuck in Louis’ throat, and he snapped his mouth shut, going back to staring down at the water mindlessly instead. All the while, trying hopelessly to figure out what the fuck he’s doing with his life. Harry kept walking, and soon Louis was once again left alone to his thoughts.
Or the one where Louis really doesn’t hate his neighbor who keeps waking him up at the crack of dawn. Ft magic, Liam, Niall, and Zayn barely being mentioned, Harry and his fucking motorcycle, a date and a kiss.
Empty journals or overflowing journals? Rereading old favourite novels or reading new ones? Ancient ruins or new architecture? Castles or old cottages? Comfy knits or eveningwear? Coffee or tea? Reading in the rain or in the sun? Sitting in trees or sitting under them?
“No you don’t get it!” Keith cried in frustration,
on the verge of tearing his hair out. “You’re not useless or unworthy or
whatever other bullshit you were just spewing! You’re so talented! You’re
always so calm in battle and you’re the best shot I’ve ever seen and you come up with these great plans on the
fly!” He stubbornly ignored the bewildered look on Lance’s face and kept
charging on. “But it’s more than that! You mean so much to the team! To
me! You’re -. You’re -.” He stopped abruptly, unable to find the right
words to describe the Blue Paladin in any way that did him justice.
What do you say to the person who almost single handedly made
the cavernous walls of the mostly empty castle seem less daunting? Who lightened the
burden that was their day to day lives? Who made everyone forget they were in
the middle of a hopeless war for a moment with a well timed joke or goofy
anecdote about his family? Who was a reason for Keith to keep fighting - a
reason to come back? Who, despite all their bickering, made him feel like he
belonged somewhere for the first time in who even knows how long? Who made
Keith feel like he finally had a -.
“Home,” Keith finished, looking up and meeting
impossibly blue eyes, blown wide in surprise. “Lance, you’re home.”
Rambling: You don’t understand, there was a lot of Keith’s vlog fics but this one is the one I keep re-reading dude, I just – God, it’s soft, and caring, and kind, and Lance is so damn understanding, he’s such a good guy and I love him, that’s the Lance I know and I just, my heart dude, my tiny heart grows when I read this. AND THE SCENE WHERE– sorry, sorry, no spoilers.
Rambling: Listeeeeeeeeeeeeen, I usually don’t mess with time-travel things, bc they make my head hurt, but this one was really nice and cute and simple, ya know? And the plot itself was really interesting to me so I was like WHY IS LANCE GONE? (See what I did there? WHY IS THE RUM GONE? no? ok) And just…dude, the team’s reaction at seeing him again, and the KLANCE and KEITH BEING SO DAMN SWEET, aaaah this fic is lovely.
Rambling: YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. YOU GOTTA SAVE HIS SMILE DUDE. HIS SMILE GOD. I fell in love with this goddamn fic and God, there is not ONE FIC FROM THIS AUTHOR I DONT LOVE, OK? JULIA IS AMAZING AND JKFSDGFJKSD YEAH YEAH SO THE FIC; SOFT KEITH, AMAZING FRIENSHIP AND PINING, SO DAMN LOVELY AND KEITH IS SO NICE AND UUUGH.
Rambling: Dude, this is so simple and so damn charming and lvoely. GOD IT’S SUCH A GOOD CHANGE OF PACE FROM THE TYPICAL PETS YA KNOW? And the interactions between the two is lovely and the time skip (i think it was a time skip?) it was really good because pssh, domestic as fuck Klance ok? And then MARRIGE PROPOSAL. Lance is such a damn dork.
Rambling: this mothercucker is such a goddamn marshmellow and it’s so damn fluffy and i love that pidge, hunk, lance and Keith live together and you can never go wrong with college au tbh, and LANCE IS SO GODDAMN SMITTEN AND SO IS KEITH AND THEY ARE SO STUPID I LOVE THEM. THE AUTHOR DID SUCH A GOD JOB, IT WAS AMAZING.
Rambling: dude, I mean? five + 1 things?? check. Fluff? check. Real reactions and real life situations? DOUBLE CHECK. Dude, just, Lance is SMITTEN over Keith, but KEITH doesn’t feel the same way but Lance is still such a gentleman and he respects Keith and Keith is so grateful of that and THEN SLOWLY FALLS IN LOVE AND BOOM KLANCE. REALLY LOVELY.
Rambling: SEQUEL TO THE ONE ABOVE. Dude, it’s like from Keith’s pov and it’s really nice and Keith is still shy about his own feelings and discoveries and Lance is so damn soft and understanding and god, these boys kill me everytime.
Rambling: Still one of my fucking faves, dude, I love Lance’s pov and Keith is so chill and he doesn’t sound like he’s so loving or smitten but GOD the small actions he does are so heart warming and it was so peaceful and lovely and Keith just…he fucking make a hammock for him and his boyfriend and LOOK AT ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THAT IS NOT TRUE LOVE.
Rambling: Dude. Dude. DUDE. Lance? Bored? Boxers? Empty Castle? DO I NEED TO SAY MORE? ……I THINK YES BC THAT SOUNDED SMUTTY IM SORRY. IT’S NOT SMUTTY AT ALL. IT’S JUST LANCE DANCING AROUND THE CASTLE LIKE A DOOFUS BC THE TEAM IS OUT SOMEWHERE AND THEN EVERYONE JOIN THE PARTY AND ITS SUCH A FAMILY GATHERING SO CUTE.
Rambling:GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. THE PINING. THE HEARTBREAK. THE GIGGLES. THE CONFESSION. THE SMITTEN BOYS. I LOVE SMITTEN BOYS.
Rambling: God, this goddamned fic and giving me feelings and GOD THE AUTHOR DOES SUCH A GOOD JOB IN TELLING THE STORY HOW? HOW DO THEY DO THAT? HOW. RESPONSABIBLE FAMILY MAN LANCE? CHECK. SMITTEN KEITH? CHECK. AWAKRD KEITH? CHECK. SMITTEN LANCE? CHECK. LEARNING AND GROWING TOGETHER? FUCKING CHECK.
Rambling: I shit you not, I have read this fic about twenty times. I just…God, dude, I love that moment when characters are so done and they are angry but behind that anger there is sadness and fear and I love it when it’s Lance and he’s knocking some sense into Keith and Keith just…fuck, man, he fucking comforts him and he chills out and promises not to do it again and MY HEART. GOD. AND THEN THE GROUP HUG. AND GOD I LOVE IT.
Rambling: YOU. HAVE.STARS.IN.YOUR.EYES. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I lost my cool there, that line is just my goddamn fave, honestly. Okay, so, pining Keith? boom. craddling moment? BOOM. Like, dude, you think; Oh loook, it’s a simple confession fic where nothing bad or angsty happens —-OH SHIT WAIT NO WHY IS KEITH CRYING, KEITH WHAT THE FU —- Honestly, it comes out of nowhere and it leaves you crying on the floor.
Bran Stark Positivity Week | Family
↳ Catelyn was shaking. It was the grief, the cold, the howling of the direwolves. Night after night, the howling and the cold wind and the grey empty castle, on and on they went, never changing, and her boy lying there broken, the sweetest of her children, the gentlest, Bran who loved to laugh and climb and dreamt of knighthood, all gone now, she would never hear him laugh again.
i want to live in a world that feels ancient, atmosphere thick and hazy with enchantment, mist rolling over golden hills beneath a pale sunrise, clear glittering rivers spilling over luscious moss, gentle beasts of lore roaming the forests and skies, lovely rose briars and curving thickets teeming with fireflies, dandelion seeds wandering along dirt paths between the trees
vibrant market places and peddlers of spells and flutes carved by elves and charmed pendants and tapestries woven with gold thread, coin purses emptying into the hands of eager children, the sound of metal clanging in a blacksmith’s forge and hearty eruptions of laughter from a candlelit alehouse and friendly bartering and the droning nasal tone of old instruments and horse hooves against cobblestone, innkeepers welcoming weary travelers to rest in tiny rooms with four post beds, heraldic banners fluttering in the wind
witches living peacefully on the outskirts and blessing the ill with herbal remedies, floral vines over the front doors of delightful cabins with dried flowers scattering wooden tables and wicker baskets of fresh linens in the corner and crisp brown bread on clay plates, clothing lines with lace dresses strung up over bubbling streams
kingdom walls of cracked stone and creeping moss, chapels with high ceilings and mosaic windows and reverent priests and a choir of pure angelic voices, a cluttered library of stained maps and dusty scrolls and tales inked in meticulous calligraphy, a hidden armory with intricately crafted steel weapons, a vast empty courtyard and castle rising high above villages ruled fairly by a reclusive warrior queen
When Keith leaves the team for his mission with the Blade he leaves behind a few things he won’t need… like his leather jacket.
Coincidentally Lance has misplaced his own jacket.
Hey Peaches! I will be updating All Aboard as soon as I can - this was just a fun little fic I did with a friend.
PS: my sister who had never seen Voltron binged it with me and her favorite character is Shiro - so I need to draw more of him. (She digs the show and finds Zarkon to be obsessive - and totes agrees that Shiro needs a vacation)
Please enjoy this little angsty romance fic I co-wrote with my bestie.
ok ok for the langst thing, lance is having a bad day or something and someone (you can decide who) gives him a hug and he jus breaks down sobbing because it reminds him of his mom (going off of the moment at the party when he says he misses his moms hugs) sorry this is badly written bYE
*folds hands nicely* thank you for your ask
OKA Y NOW FAM LISTEN THIS SHITS GONNA BE WILD
- Lets start with the leader of the group and space dad, shiro. He finds Lance sulking in the observatory with a look on his face Shiro hasn’t seen on the blue paladin before. He looks tired, but not just tired, exhausted. In every meaning of the word. Shiro himself is used to the feeling but seeing it on such a carefree positive soul hurts his heart. He walks over to Lance and sits down next to him, hesitant to put his hand on Lance’s shoulder, and only then does the blue paladin come out of his homesick trance.
With a quick plastered on smile and tired eyes, he greets Shiro and though his voice holds no annoyance, Shiro can tell Lance doesn’t want him there. Doesn’t want to burden him, or worry him with his own stupid problems. The ache in Shiro’s heart grows and he hesitates to get closer, he doesn’t know Lance that well but he knows he needs someone and its Shiro’s job and a leader and family member to reassure him. (Also Lance staring out into space reminded Shiro of a heartbroken puppy, needing love and affection)
He pulls Lance into a slightly awkward hug. But once he hears the paladin sob and bury his face in his shoulder, it becomes bone-crushing. Lance then clutches back and weeps while weakly trying to tell Shiro about everything, his homesickness, his insecurities, his feelings. Shiro can’t understand but he just rubs Lance’s back and shushes him. Promising everything would be okay and never letting him go.
- Next is Hunk, the yellow paladin had woken up early from a bad dream he cant even remember and decided he should just have breakfast early instead of uselessly trying to go back to sleep.
A giant empty castle is not only lonely but creepy too, so naturally, he decides to wake up Lance. They were close enough that Hunk wouldn’t be anxious about bothering him and he could make it up to him by cooking something if he really disturbed his friend’s beauty sleep. When he gets to his room he doesn’t waste his time knocking, knowing his friend would have Pidge’s headphones on to help him sleep. He opens the door and almost does a double take on what he sees.
Lance sitting up with his pillow crushed in his embrace, weeping into the fabric and shaking violently. Hunk assumes Lance had the same problem as him and had a nightmare and immediately acts. Grabbing a pillow with one hand and stroking Lance’s hair with the other, the yellow paladin had his friend in his arms, one arm cradling his back whilst the other still stroked his hair comfortingly.
He began to reassure Lance that they all had nightmares and it was okay to talk to him. He started listing the blurry details of the dream he had before Lance coughed out a sob, weeping hard enough to struggle breathing. Hunk tries to soothe him for a while and after a few minutes Lance’s sobbing calmed down to gasping breaths. His grip on Hunk’s shoulders turn harsh and tells him it wasn’t a dream. Hunk freezes and asks what it was that made him cry. Lance whispers, “Myself.”
- Now we have Pidge, working hard on her computer whilst everyone is sleeping. Or should be. After a few hours when Pidge’s eyes start to sting from staring at a screen for so long, the mice come to her acting more frantic then usual. She asks them whats wrong (as if they could answer) before she realizes two of them are missing. Assuming the worst, she gets up and asks the remaining mice to guide her to the others. They run off into the dark halls and Pidge certainly didn’t expect what she found.
Lance, curled up with tears in his eyes, quietly venting to the mice on his shoulder and in his hair (seemingly trying to comfort him) Pidge listens in to hear him crying over his family, and the way he talks of his siblings reminds her of her own. She realizes how much of a brother Lance has been to him over their time in space and clutches her sweatshirt as he begins to speak about his flaws and insecurities. She listens and listens and knows she shouldn’t but she can’t help but eavesdrop and let guilt fill her as she hadn’t been a good little sister to the blue paladin as he was to her.
At one point she cant listen anymore and practically collapses onto Lance, frantically apologizing and sympathizing with his longing for his family. She rambles and rambles, afraid when she stops Lance will yell at her for listening to things that weren’t her business. But sometime through her rant, Lance’s hand comes up to stroke her hair and she stops instantly. Looking up at the boy she saw tears pouring from his eyes, seemingly not affecting the growing smile on his face. A smile that showed…relief. They continue to vent to each other, crying in each others arms.
- And last but not least, Keith. Going off to the training room as he did everyday, he noticed something off, the sounds of metal clanging and laser shots came from within. Once he opened the door, he saw Lance training, but he wasn’t the same as the goofy paladin he argued with that morning. That paladin always had a smile on his face, tries to find a joke in every situation to lighten the mood but this paladin was not him. This paladin, let out an aura of frustration. His everything just screamed with anger, lack of patience, and spite.
Keith was snapped out of it when the gladiator landed a nasty kick to Lance’s side and watched his paladin fly back with a yelp of pain. He flinched when the blue paladin yelled out with frustration and practically growled, “End the simulation.” Keith was about to step in when Lance grabbed his bayard only to throw it against the wall with a shout.
Keith coughed in an attempt to grab his attention but it went unnoticed as his teammate picked his bayard back up and ordered the simulation to start again. Keith crossed his arms and waited, watched Lance hastily aim all around his enemy but only landing two shots. Usually the paladin kept his cool, was patient when aiming for the right shot but here he was, well, a lot more like Keith. Right before the gladiator landed another nasty hit, Keith took action.
Lance whipped around and saw Keith, arms crossed with an angry look on his face. Well, he almost always looked angry but here he was obviously thinking. Hard.
Probably judging how awful Lance was at fighting. And after a solid minute of silence, Lance couldn’t take it anymore.
“Don’t just stand there! Go on! Tell me what a fuck up i am!”
Keith’s expression dropped.
“When will I be good enough for you?! For anyone!” His voice wavered as he yelled at the ground. Then he gave up, and let the tears fall. Keith slowly walked towards his friend before letting a few tears of his own fall.
“You always were.” And he pulled Lance into a hug that was instantly returned.
Keeping Oneself Entertained in a Magical Castle Over Summer Break: Part 1
If you haven’t gotten the gist of this update from the above title, it’s pretty obvious. Kids are out of school, and while I could use this time to go home or take my own personal adventure I’ve opted to hold down the fort while Emily takes some much needed time off.
So this of course raises the question, what can a single man do in an almost completely empty castle filled with magic and mystery to keep himself entertained?
Well, today hooked up a projector so I can play Rocket League in the Great Hall…. That’s sort of it, took 3 hours to set up. Sure I’m surrounded by secret corridors and untold surprises just waiting to be discovered, but you know… Rocket League!