Writer salopette

Title: In between streetlights and falling stars

Characters/Pairings: Keith centric. minor Keith/Lance

Rating: K

Words: 2 430+

Chapters: 2/2

Language: English

Keith had always spent a lot of time dreaming of other places, so much it was now an afterthought, the usual routine: the hope and want were well nestled inside his heart, until he moved and was met with the same disappointment. So he didn’t know why he had kept expecting the next time to be different when it was so clear he could have seen it coming. May it be Earth, or space, both places had hurt him and damaged him in ways he didn’t fully grasped yet. And now that he had seen the whole universe, Keith didn’t know what to think nor what to do; because now he had tried it all, and there was no places left to put his hope into.

Title: Glimpse of memories

Characters/Pairings: Keith centric. Adam/Shiro; Keith/Lance

Rating: K

Words: 2 750+

Chapters: 2/2

Language: English

chap 1 - childhood memories Shiro seemed embarrassed, and was sending confused looks at his boyfriend who was barely acknowledging them. Adam kept eating, casually, and he only looked at Keith expectantly when the silence lingered.

“How was your childhood?” Adam had asked.

chap 2 - in the future Few hours later, Lance jumped on the hoverbike with his own bag and wrapped his arm around Keith’s waist. He was grinning since he had caught Keith's eyes from inside, and Keith was pretty excited, too.

“Ready?” Keith asked. “I was born ready.”

Title: Deus ex machina

Character: Christophe Giacometti & son chat

Rating: K

Words: 1 130+

Language: Français

L'air frais était étrangement agréable pour une nuit de janvier, le ciel était clair au-dessus de lui, et Chris aurait trouvé dommage de ne pas terminer la soirée par cette paisible marche. Ce n'était certainement pas la décision raisonnable, mais même des années plus tard, Chris ne regrettait aucunement cette décision.

Title: Vigilance orange pour risque d’orages

Pairing: Christophe Giacometti & Victor Nikiforov

Rating: K

Words: 760+

Language: Français

Chris n'était pas fan des éclairs, qu'ils soient réels ou figurés, car il n'y avait jamais moyen de se sentir en paix tant que la tempête persistait. Pre-canon.

Title: Fait pas genre

Character: Pidge

Rating: K

Words: 930+

Language: Français

Son frère et son père étaient quelque part, et Pidge n'avait aucun moyen de savoir où, et elle ne pouvait plus se faufiler à la Garnison pour enquêter puisqu'ils la reconnaîtraient à coup sûr. A moins que.

Title: 7am sleepover

Characters: all of Voltron; lowkey Klance; Shiro & Lance

Rating: K

Words: 2 570+

Language: English

“What’s happening?” “Ugh, period day.” “Oh, sure. What did you guys set up?” “Mostly blankets and warm plushies. Hunk and Coran are trying to make some kind of tea, Allura’s making a show with the mice, Keith is dying, and Lance and I were thinking of joining this 7am sleepover. You in?” “Of course.”

in which Keith got his periods so they all declared it's a break day. Emotional conversations & stories ensue because what kind of sleepover would it be if it didn't?

original French one is here

1 110+ words, autistic!Keith, autistic!Pidge, minor Klance, modern setting AU, Friendship/Hurt/Comfort (mostly just Pidge and Keith being autistic bff)

keith: hmm don't text me anymore, i'm back on computer pidge: ?? keith: can you come? it's uhhhh a kind of emergency pidge: i'll be in pjs

Pidge put a sweat on for comfort and immediatly left her room to reach Keith's, just a floor above. “A kind of emergency” was a shaky explaination which usually wouldn't make Pidge move. Especially not when she was low on spoons, when it was 10pm, and when her homework for the next day was still waiting for her to write it. Yet, it was Keith, and curiosity was enough to tip the scale in her decision making.

As soon as the door opened, she was welcomed by grunts and a Keith who was sharply chewing on his necklace.

“Okaaay. What's happening?”

Keith stared at the ground, walking in circles in his room for a few more seconds, then sit against his bed and forced himself to breath deeply. Unperturbed, Pidge boiled water and patiently waited for an answer.

“So. Hm” started Keith while Pidge took mugs out. “I don't know if you replied to my last texts, but as I was saying: I was gonna ask Lance to hang out.”

“Yep” replied Pidge softly. “I was telling you it was cool, and I was asking how you wrote it.”

“Well I wanted to go with what you suggested the other day. But I prefered sending something more chill first? To, I don't know, to not get into it right away? Neurotypicals do that apparently?”

Pidge nodded while the water flowed on the teabags. Once it was done, she put the two filled mugs down and sat in front of Keith, waiting for him to continue – there had to be more to this story; he was fidgeting with his jacket's zip again.

“So I did that.”

Or maybe it was all.

“Cool! Now you can wait for him to reply.”

“He replied, I heard the notification.”

“And you replied back..?”

Keith silently took his mug. He allowed himself two sips before coming back to what Pidge just said.

“Well... no.”

“Keith! You can do it! You want me to type the text for you?”

“No, thanks, it's just... I can't.”

“Duuuude. I get the communication difficulties, but you're so close now!”

Keith was still hiding in his tea, and Pidge almost regretted giving him this opportunity. It was a conversation they had plenty of times – too many times – but something seemed off. Usually, when he needed confort, Keith said it right away – or at least he said it differently. It wasn't what he was looking for here. A bit of pressure, maybe?

“It's gonna become weird if you make him wait too long. He could go to sleep and then it's just gonna be worst.”

“I know, but, uuuugh.”

“Seriously, moreover there's no way he would say no!”

Keith got back to his cup of tea, even more directly: he didn't take his eyes off it. And Pidge knew he wouldn't say more anytime soon. Keith struggled with communication, and even more when it came to communicating with Lance. But when Pidge had gotten his first text at the beginning of the evening, she had thought he was determined. She had even told herself it was it, it was for tonight, once and for all. Though, clearly, something else happened.

Title: Une sorte d’urgence

Characters: Keith, Pidge

Rating: K

Words: 1 400+

Language: Français / English is here

Pidge et Keith avaient leur routine : elle faisait du thé, il apportait des couvertures, ils s'asseyaient à ras du sol et prenaient le temps d'analyser la situation. C'était comme si le temps s'arrêtait, comme si la réalité leur accordait la pause dont ils avaient besoin.

I’m working on the next chapter of my long fic (Je ne suis pas amoureux) and I finally got to write THIS scene, which was on my mind since forever is2g.

My fic is only in French (for now lol. I plan to translate it but first I need to finish it) but this Vichris shenanigans is good I wanted to share with yall. 

Without wondering whether he may be bothering, Victor sit down next to Chris and as a greeting said: ”Your tshirt is ugly.”

Chris looked at his tshirt, having no issue with the basic white, and feeling a bit insulted because he loved the pink, purple and blue letters writing “bi-atch” on the front.

”The pun only works in french, you do know that?” continued Victor.

”You’re the one who gave me this shirt.”

“I didn’t think you would actually wear it.”

There was a smile in the corner of Victor’s eyes and a playful urging in his words which told Chris -if he was doubtful- that Victor was messing with him. Chris took the challenge.

“Excuse me, fashionista, I’m taking it off then.”

His arms were already crossed and his hands around the edge of his tshirt when a sighed “what?” slipped away from Victor’s lips. From the corner of his eyes, Chris recognized the exact moment when Victor understood what he was going to do, and the certainty that Chris will not stop midway. Once his tshirt was laying on the floor, Chris faced a Victor who wasn’t trying to hide his smile anymore.

Title: Juste une danseuse

Pairing: Fleur-de-Lys/Esmeralda

Rating: K

Words: 1 100+

Language: Français

Fleur-de-Lys croise une danseuse. Banalité, pas besoin d'en savoir plus, pas besoin de se focaliser sur des iris marrons; on circule. Mais elle ne se l'enlève plus de la tête, et se dit que vient peut-être le temps d'une douce rencontre.