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Voltron Fanfic Recommendations #1

For anyone that knows me, I read fanfics like I breathe air. I read fics from many fandoms including Harry Potter (the granddaddy of fandoms), Gravity Falls, Merlin, Miraculous Ladybug, Welcome to Night Vale, and more. Crossovers included. Since I discovered Voltron, I was pleased to discover quite the thriving fan fiction community behind it. I have read so, so many Voltron fics. My only criteria for liking a fic is that the story and grammar have to be decent. That’s it. Most of these will probably be Klance (Keith + Lance) because everyone and their freaking dog ships it, but I like Gen fics too. I might also add fics from other ships too, but we’ll just see what happens. Also, there’s going to be a lot of long fics on this list. I really like to read.

So here ya go…

Alternate Universe (AU) - Includes modern, college age, high school, coffee shop, fantasy, mermaids, etc. so on and so forth…

(M) The Quilted Lion by geewillikers (@gurlskylark) - (97,262 words) - Keith is stuck in New York City barely making ends meet so he and Pidge can live in a decent part of the city close to her university. They scrape by on the illegal winnings Keith makes in street boxing matches, but his manager, Shiro, decides that it’s time Keith gets a side job. He’s whisked into The Quilted Lion café owned by the woman Shiro’s been fawning over for over a year, only to find that he has more to worry about than his lack of magic and cooking skills–There’s a waiter at The Quilted Lion who is entirely Keith’s cup of tea. Klance and Shallura. (Restaurant/College/Boxing AU)

(T) Nothing’s Quite as Sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts and thebrotherswinchester - (50,370 words) - Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street. Klance. (College/Coffee Shop AU)

Canon Universe

(T) Objects in Motion (When Unbalanced) by Mytay @thisgirlhastales - (37,701 words) - Lance and Keith are constantly being mistaken for a couple. Lance is highly offended. Keith is quietly outraged.Pidge decides if she can’t have peace, then she can write an epic scientific dissertation on the romantic failings of two exceptionally dense paladins. Klance. (I laughed so much when reading this. One of my faves.)

(T) Like a Bolt from the Blue by Mytay @thisgirlhastales - (5646 words) - Keith has a near-death experience, but he’s actually pretty okay afterwards — he considers it all part of the Paladin calling. Lance, on the other hand, is wrecked by it, and so he trains his butt off to ensure that Keith will never die on his watch. (A nice short fic in which Keith watches Lance training and is pleasantly surprised. Feelings occur.)

(T) Time out of Mind by aknightley - (27,849 words) - Keith and Lance wake up married. In the future.

Looks Awesome So Far… (Incomplete Fics)

(G) Ghost of the Future and (G) Shadow of the Past by wittyy_name and Zizzani - Lance and Lance from one year in the future switch places in a time travel accident. Each fic is seen from the POV of a different timeline, they are a direct mirror of each other. Really, really good so far.

So this is what I have for my list so far. I will post another fic rec list soon. This doesn’t even crack the surface of all the amazing fics out there that I have read. These are just the ones I’ve read recently. 

So go forth and read my minions.




(I promised myself I wouldn’t write any sanders sides fics until we got anxiety’s name and then I go and write a fic taking place before we get his name smh)

(So! I wrote a fic! And I’m actually posting it! I’m actually pretty proud of this. Enjoy!)

(and please leave a review if you like it I thrive on attention and crave validation lol)

-Analogical. Angst, but it ends with fluff. If you need any triggers tagged, let me know!

Summary: Sometimes, when it all becomes too much, all Anxiety needs is to breathe. Luckily, Logan is there to make sure he can.

It was too much.

Too much. Too much. Too much.

The room was spinning out of control.

His palms stung where his fingernails dug into them, his hands balling into tight fists; he felt something wet and dimly realized that it was blood, but he didn’t think to care, couldn’t think to care. He retreated further, further into himself, further into the veil of darkness that surrounded him, squeezed him like a python would its prey, his arms wrapping around his head, his knees digging into his forehead, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, terrible fireworks of bright color exploding inside his eyelids.

His lungs heaved for air, and yet rejected it all the same, and he couldn’t breathe, he was drowning, and he only went deeper, curling up tighter and tighter in the corner of the dark, dark room. It was too much. It was too much, and he couldn’t take it anymore.


No. No. No no no no no no no he can’t deal with this right now please no.

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okay, so first off, we are allowed to have different opinions about things. with that being said, that doesn’t give you the right to hate on someone who has a different opinion/likes than you.

I feel very strongly about the headcanon that Clarisse has a reputation for tossing EVERY SINGLE newly formed young couple into the camp lake after their first kiss. It’s almost a camp tradition; after you have your first kiss with your beau, you will both find yourselves in that lake before the sun goes down

It’s for this reason alone that it takes Will and Nico months to have their first kiss, even after they start dating

Clarisse is ready

anonymous asked:

We have to stop giving them attention. That's what they won't isn't it? Dark or Anti or whomever? They want it, they live off it. They manipulate us into thinking we want them. When time comes, they'll use us. Don't... don't get fooled. Please

how i think is that anti thrives off the attention. he knows that we eagerly await each and every appearance of him. he’s always watching.

meanwhile, dark knows that we’ll watch him. the second mark (or dark) posted that video with dark in the thumbnail? dark knew that we’d all immediately click on it. 

Heeeeeeey.  So I felt like the fic I posted last night needed a part two.  Again, this was inspired by @itisasign‘s Hunk caretaker prompts, and the idea that @toosicktoocare made one thousand times better

It was ten that same morning.  Hunk was always an early riser, and didn’t need more than a couple of hours of sleep to function.  He was sitting at the table, scrolling through his phone when he heard Shiro’s door open.  His head snapped up and he narrowed his eyes when he saw Shiro stumble into the kitchen, unsteady on his feet.  
“What are you doing?”
“Gotta get to class.” Shiro mumbled, his voice nothing more than a weak croak.
“It’s Saturday.” Hunk said, raising a brow.
Shiro stopped in his tracks and blinked at him.  “Huh?”
“It’s Saturday.” Hunk repeated, standing up. “Which means that you don’t have to go to class or work. Come on, back to bed.”
Shiro shook his head, the movement making his head swim. “No…gotta get to class…gotta run errands-Hh'itschGNX! Hhh…Hh'itschGNX!! *Snff* Gotta do homework.”  
“Buddy, it’s Saturday.  You don’t have to do anything on Saturdays, and you’re sure as hell not running errands or doing homework. You’re getting your ass back in bed and staying there until your fever breaks.”

Black dots clouded Shiro’s vision, and he swayed heavily on his feet.  Hunk steadied him, and then took in Shiro’s expression.  

His heart nearly broke. Shiro looked distressed - his eyes were glassy and unfocused, and tears were threatening to spill over.  He was biting his bottom lip, and he looked dangerously close to tears.  Hunk pulled Shiro into a hug, and he dropped his head down in response and pressed his face to Hunk’s shoulder.  He could feel Shiro shaking as he broke off in silent sobs.  He just held him, waiting for him to stop crying.  

After a few minutes, he quieted, and his knees buckled as he slumped into Hunk.

“Oof! Alright, okay, you need to be lying down.” Hunk grunted, supporting Shiro’s dead weight as he half dragged, half carried him to the couch, and after great difficulty, convinced him to go to sleep and to stop trying to do things.

As soon as he was sleeping, Hunk draped a blanket over him and then stuck the thermometer in his mouth (he was too sleepy and out of it to register the thermometer).

The thermometer beeped, and he sighed in frustration.  It was back up to 103.  

“Hey!” Pidge greeted them rather loudly.
“SHH!” Hunk shushed, shooting her a dirty look.  “Do you know how long it took me to convince the moron to lie down and sleep? A long time.”
“Oops.” Pidge whispered. “Sorry, how’s he doing?”
Hunk rubbed a hand over his face. “Not great.  I’m thinking he might need an emergency room.”
“Want me to call Lance and Keith? It can be a group effort.”
“Give it a little while. If it hasn’t started going down by tonight, then we can take him in.” He whispered, crossing his arms and staring down at him in concern.  Shiro didn’t get sick often, he was the one who usually took care of everybody else, and it was worrying them all.

Someone opened the door, and unnecessarily kicked it open.  

“WE HAVE ARRIVED!” Lance cried, throwing his hands in the air as he walked inside, Keith trailing behind him.
“Shut UP!” Hunk hissed, glaring at Lance.  Shiro jerked awake, looking around blearily.
“Go back to sleep.” Pidge said softly, stroking his burning cheek, and then patting his head.
He mumbled something unintelligible, his eyelids drooping as he fell back asleep.
“Damn it, Lance.” Hunk whisper yelled, stepping away from Shiro.  “You knew he was sick, what makes you think that coming in here and yelling was a good idea?”
“Ah shit.” He groaned.  “I’m sorry, I forgot.”
“How’s he doing?” Keith asked, frowning as he looked at Shiro.  
“His fever is back up to 103.  He’s really sick, guys.  I don’t like it.”
“Me neither.” Pidge mumbled, pursing her lips.


Shiro sneezed himself awake, and immediately went into a harsh, grating coughing fit.  

looked around bleary eyes, saw that hunk was sitting at his feet, and Shiro practically crawled into his lap.  

Hunk looked down, a small smile crossing his face.  “I would ask how you’re feeling, but  I’m assuming you don’t feel any better.”
Shiro just shook his head.  

“M’throat hurts.” He rasped, curling into himself and shivering.  Pidge draped a blanket over him, and the placed a cool hand on his cheek.
“Your fever is down, at least.”
“Want some tea?” Lance asked him, but was on his feet and in the kitchen before Shiro could answer him.  
“You guys don’t have to do this.” He croaked.
“Do what?” Hunk asked, looking down at him with a frown.  
He sniffled.  “I don’t have to be taken care of…I’m fine.”
Keith scoffed.  “I was pretty sure you died last night.”
“Shiro.” Hunk said firmly.  “We’re family.  Family looks out for each other.  Of course we’re going to take care of you.”
“Here.” Lance said, putting the steaming mug of tea on the coffee table.  “Hunk’s right.  We’re going to take care of you, now drink your tea and just relax so you don’t die, yeah? We need you, man.”

He simply nodded, a small smile crossing his face.