No Sense Writes

“Did the Cerritos lose a lot of people? I noticed your bridge crew was pretty much junior officers.”

Locarno sounds sympathetic, but Boimler levels a glare at him anyway. “I’m not telling you what kind of manpower they have.”

“Suspicious much?”

“Fuck…off.” It isn’t as strong as he wanted it to be. A sudden lurching in his chest breaks it in the middle, making him pull in air between the words.

But it’s close enough. He feels a little more like Mariner, just for a moment. Just a little bit braver. Enough to say something else before Locarno leaves. 

Final chapter up!

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Boimler rolls his eyes and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. “You’re an idiot, and I love you.”

“Get your own reason!” Mariner says, smacking his shoulder. “That’s mine.”

“Because I’m an idiot?”

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Rick and Morty Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Rick Sanchez & Morty Smith Characters: Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty), Morty Smith, Summer Smith, Beth Smith (Rick and Morty), Jerry Smith, Other Ricks (Rick and Morty), Other Mortys (Rick and Morty) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Rebel Rick, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Alcohol, POV Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty), Emotional Hurt, Emotional Baggage, Emotional, Canon-Typical Violence, Aftermath of Violence, Aftermath of Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst, Fluff and Angst, C-142 Summer is pregnant, Grandpa Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty), Protective Rick, Gentle Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty), Flashbacks, Past Character Death, Comes Back Wrong Series: Part 2 of Rick C-1031 and Morty C-142 Summary:

Rebel Rick (C-1031) has been doing pretty well for himself for a while in dimension C-142. He has a version of his family that’s learned to love him, with a Beth who wasn’t murdered as a baby and a Morty to go on adventures with. After a hard life fighting the Galactic Federation and hunting the Rick that killed his original family, it’s nice.

Until the same evil Rick from thirty years ago tracks him down, brutally murders his grandson, and destroys his family’s home and any means of helping Morty or cloning him in time to save his memories.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rick and Morty Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Rick Sanchez & Morty Smith Characters: Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty), Morty Smith, Other Ricks (Rick and Morty), Other Mortys (Rick and Morty) Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, happy? ending, Angst, Character Study, Rebel Rick, Canon-Typical Violence, Violence, Blood and Violence, Aftermath of Violence, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Alcohol, POV Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty), POV Morty Smith, POV Third Person, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Baggage, Emotional, Emotionally Repressed Summary:

Our Rick and Morty have some reflecting to do after the events of the season 6 finale, but they generally suck at that. Maybe a visit from Rebel Rick (C-1031) will help.

Or not. But he’s sure as hell going to try.

Title: It’s Been You

Author: cgf_kat

Artist: hexentaenzerin

Song: The Last Time

Posting date: 9/18/22

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Any archive warnings: None

Top 10 main tags: Post-Canon Fix-It, Dean Winchester Lives, Dean Winchester Being an Idiot, Amnesiac Castiel (Supernatural), Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Castiel and Dean Winchester Live Together, Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love

Summary: 

It’s been nearly three years since Dean lost Cas. What was supposed to be a lonely bite to eat after a routine hunt in a backwater town in Alabama turns into a night with a man who reminds him so much of Cas it’s uncanny. It’s a bad idea, but one night can’t hurt too much, can it?

It can if Jack shows up after the man is gone to tell him it was Cas the whole time.

Cue the best and worst year of Dean Winchester’s life: Trying to keep Cas in his, but never sure if he’s doing the right thing. Running away and coming back on a loop that has to stop somewhere.

Author tumblr: https://cgf-kat.tumblr.com/

Artist tumblr: https://hexentaenzerin.tumblr.com/

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel & Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Jack Kline, Castiel & Jack Kline & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Rowena MacLeod Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Castiel (Supernatural), Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Protective Dean Winchester, Team Free Will 2.0 (Supernatural), Castiel Whump (Supernatural), witches causing problems, Supportive Dean Winchester, Supportive Sam Winchester, Castiel is Jack Kline’s Parent, Dean Winchester is Jack Kline’s Parent, Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings, Dean Winchester is Protective of Castiel, whump without much plot, Dean Winchester Takes Care of Castiel, Season/Series 14, Human Jack Kline, Protective Castiel (Supernatural), Team Free Will 2.0 is a family, Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Canon Compliant, THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, Sharing a Bed, Sickfic, Castiel Loves Coffee (Supernatural) Summary:

“What did Rowena say?” he asks. “You called her, right? This isn’t like one of those attack dog spells of hers, is it?”

That’s the last time Dean can remember seeing Cas actually sweat like this. Usually, he’s immune to such human inconveniences, but as of right now his dark hair is plastered to his forehead, moisture prickling his skin. It’s disconcerting. Wrong.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel & Jack Kline, Castiel & Dean Winchester, Castiel & Jack Kline & Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel, Dean Winchester, Jack Kline, Sam Winchester, Naomi (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Flashbacks, Everyone is in heaven, Post Series, anyone is game to show up, Biblical History (Abrahamic Religions), Spanner in the works, Castiel has too much heart, this is why we love him, Castiel’s Past, Protective Castiel (Supernatural), Hurt Castiel (Supernatural) Summary:

“How many times have you torn into my head and washed it clean?”

“Frankly, too damn many. You’re the famous spanner in the works. Honestly I think you came off the line with a crack in your chassis. You have never done what you were told. Not completely.”

In the years since Castiel learned what Naomi did to him, he has tried to forget. If he can never know what—or who—she might have taken from him, and he can’t change what happened, is it reasonable to dwell on it? He has a family now, and his own will. Does it matter anymore?

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Supernatural Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Castiel, Castiel (Supernatural), Eileen Leahy Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Family Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Castiel is Loved (Supernatural), Castiel is Bad at Feelings (Supernatural), Sam Winchester is a good friend, Castiel Misses Dean Winchester, Protective Sam Winchester, Castiel Needs a Hug (Supernatural), Castiel is a good uncle, Castiel is running away, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester Summary:

When Sam finally settles down with Eileen, he expected they’d have a child to raise at some point. He didn’t expect to also have a heart weary angel on his hands.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Lance/Pidge | Katie Holt Characters: Lance (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Sendak (Voltron) Additional Tags: MCD is in the past, Worst Timeline, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Torture, plance, Plance Kids, Kids, So Many Kids, Captivity, Prisoners, Last humans, Science Experiments Series: Part 2 of Next to Me Summary:

Pidge kisses his cheek. “I know what’ll make you feel better.”

Lance puts on a quiet smile. “I’m fine, really.” It isn’t the first time he’s seen himself, or Pidge, or the people he once loved in a young face he’s never seen before.

“Still.” She sits back and pulls something from the pocket of her long tunic–a small piece of ore and purple circuits.

He blinks. “Is that…?”

***

It’s been more than fifteen years since Earth and Voltron were destroyed. Fifteen years that Lance, Pidge, and their children have been held as prisoners and experiments on Emperor Sendak’s flagship.

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lance/Pidge | Katie Holt, Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt Characters: Pidge | Katie Holt, Lance (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Krolia (Voltron), Matt Holt Additional Tags: plance, plance au, Time Travel, Alternate Timelines, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Humor, plangst, Friendship, Post-Apocalypse, well in one timeline anyway, mild shallura, they’re complicated, they’re not a focus, Krolia, badass krolia, Matt Holt isn’t a holt, but he’s still awesome, Allura is snarky, Allura and Shiro get to be actual teenagers, Lance is inexplicably also a genius, because my OC was, but he’s still Lance, but come on we all know Lance is actually very smart, I don’t usually tag ramble, but this story seemed to require it, I’m going to stop now, Oh wait, Past Character Death

Summary: 

Pairing: Plance

Words: 3500

Way too late, @rueitae here is your gift for @plancesecretsanta! I’m so sorry for the delay! It’s definitely not Christmasy at all, but I hope I’ve fulfilled your requests. ;) It was so much fun to be able to make a gift for you; thanks for being a great friend, and happy late holidays! <3

Tags: Plance, Plangst, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Happy Ending, Blood TW

Words: 3500

***

Honey eyes, peering over the top of those ridiculous green glasses Pidge has taken to wearing. Ridiculous, yes, but Lance loves them. Her laughing smile, frozen in time in the small picture, spreads warmth through his cold limbs.

When they come for him, he keeps it hidden in the tattered remains of his flight suit — the only pillow they’ve left him with in the tiny cell. The flimsy hospital-gown like material they’ve given him to wear does nothing for heat, the thin pants and shirt almost no barrier at all from the cold floor.

Maybe they don’t want to waste better material. They keep having to give him new clothes when the ones he’s wearing tear and become soaked in blood.

Lance shivers, his harsh breath one of very few sounds in the dim, empty lab, accompanied only by soft beeps and intermittent droning from the equipment. Some of the beeps come from his own chest and neck, from small round monitoring devices stuck to his skin to monitor his vital signs. He’s tried to get them off, more out of spite than anything, but it’s been useless.

He trails a thumb over Pidge’s face, back and forth, as if the action will make her appear or keep him from shaking apart.

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Relationships: Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt, Lance/Pidge | Katie Holt Characters: Pidge | Katie Holt, Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Veronica Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Whump, Lance (Voltron) Whump, Hurt Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Angst, plangst, Romance, Forbidden Romance, Lance is a clone Summary:

When Pidge takes a job at the Proxy Facility, she isn’t planning to fall in love with one.

In a world where humans transfer their pain to a genetically engineered race of clones that are seen as less than people, Lance and Pidge are caught up in a web of secrets that, if brought to light, might spark change.

***

Chapter 3 Excerpt:

“Hey, look at this.”

Pidge doesn’t want to open her eyes. The breeze from the window across her face is too pleasant, but the sudden absence of Lance’s warmth from beside her is an incentive to move.

“Hmm? What?”

When she glances back Lance has crouched on the floor. She watches him curl up the edge of a worn rug behind one of the couches and pull at one of the floor tiles.

He chuckles at her when he glances up, and she can only imagine what her face must look like. She can feel the confusion on it.

“You wanted to know things, right?”

Plance Mini Bang time! @planceminibang

Fic on AO3!  >>

Summary:  Plance Pond/11th Doctor era Doctor Who AU.

Lance talked about the Doctor for most of their lives. Stories about the alien woman with snow-white hair and pointed ears and pinks marks on her cheeks. The alien who crashed into the back garden Lance’s mother kept so immaculate, in a spaceship shaped like a blue phone box. When they were kids it was always ‘the Doctor this,’ ‘the Doctor that’…if he was so obsessed with that alien from his imagination, how did he have room to love her too?

Pidge, trapped on a Galra ship, tells her newborn son about his father, and how Lance and the Doctor (Allura) are going to find them.

Rating: T  |  Words: 6150

Tags: doctor who au, plance au, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, Plance are the ponds, Allura is the Doctor

Art by: the wonderful @firstdove15 | ART HERE & HERE

Betas: the equally wonderful @rueitae and @yuzuling! 

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“One varga.”

The door to the sterile white cell closes with a reverberating clang that seems far too final, even though Pidge knows the strange woman will be back in an hour just as she promised.

To take her son away.

Her fingers tremble as she picks at the edges of the blanket wrapped around the baby in her arms. Her son. LANCE’S son. Barely a week old and they want to take him away, to who knows where, and she doesn’t know why. She doesn’t know why she’s here.

One moment she and Lance were laughing. Getting the baby’s room ready. Baby-proofing the rest of the house even though that probably wasn’t strictly necessary yet, it wasn’t like he’d be crawling around for at least several months, but Lance insisted and she wasn’t going to stop him; it was cute…

She fell asleep on the couch after painting. Two months ago. She thinks.

She’s been in this cell since.

Welp...I went a little over on this one. I did good last time so I let myself. XD Hope you enjoy it!

***

Lance is dosing on her shoulder again. Under any other circumstances, Pidge would welcome his closeness and the warm weight of his body against her, but if the vaguely humanoid locals guarding their pen notice…

One of them is circling back this way from their patrol of the yard; in a moment the alien will be looking straight at Lance through the gaps between the upright logs.

“Lance…” She squeezes his hand tightly. “Lance, wake up!” she hisses near his ear.

Pidge doesn’t blame him for passing out so easily. They must have been awake for nearly 36 hours now and the world is spinning a little, but her bumps and scrapes are nothing against the gashes along his legs from the aliens’ claws and what must be cracked ribs. Maybe a concussion.

“Lance, come on…!”

He tried to keep them from taking her, too. They didn’t like that.

They also don’t seem to like the prospect of allowing their captives to sleep.

“Lance!” she calls, louder.

He stirs, but his eyes don’t flicker open in time to keep the guard from noticing. The end of a heavy staff darts between the logs before Pidge can do anything, catching Lance in the side of his chest with a blow hard enough to put her teeth on edge even before he shouts and doubles over in pain.

Pidge growls. “Hey! That wasn’t necessary!”

Yelling at them isn’t going to accomplish anything; she’s already gathered that the aliens can’t understand them. But Pidge hopes the murderous glare she focuses over her shoulder at the one that struck is getting something across as she clings to Lance to keep him from face-planting into the dirt.

Of course they aimed right for his wounds. Of course they did.

She catches a glimpse of the tears on his cheeks as she carefully helps him sit back against her side. He buries his face in her shoulder again, and she knows it isn't her he’s hiding from, but them. She’s seen him cry before. They’ve all seen each other cry.

Uneven, pained breaths puff against her neck. “What...what’s their problem…?” he grates out. “Just...tired…” He nearly sobs it, and Pidge has to gulp back the lump building in her own throat.

“‘Mmm sorry…” she trails. The worlds blurs more, spins faster. She pinches her eyes shut. “Should have let you stay on that...stupid farm.”

“-t’s not stupid.” He laughs weakly, once, biting off a groan after. “But...glad you didn’t.”

He goes quiet again, for too long. “Lance?” She nudges him carefully. “Talk to me. They’ll know we’re awake if we’re talking.”

She can’t let them hurt him again.

He groans again, a pitiful sound. “Are you gonna keep me awake when we’re married, too?” he mumbles. “Maybe I won’ ask.”

Pidge blinks, smiling fondly to herself despite wanting to pull her air out and cry for being so tired. “You should ask.”

Lance huffs a little, his face still half smushed against her shoulder. “Fine, if we get outta this, you’ll marry me, right?”

She snorts, but nods sleepily against his hair. “You’ve got to not die though.”

Later, when he’s being loaded onto a stretcher in the back of one the Atlas’s pods after their rescue, Lance looks up at her, suddenly wide-eyed in a moment of clarity that isn’t likely to last.

“Wait, did I…?”

Pidge is barely keeping her eyes open, only on her feet thanks to Hunk holding her up. She’s also relatively sure her words are slurring just as much as Lance’s are, but the world still feels too much like a haze for her to be sure.

“Yeah, but can I marry you after we sleep?” she asks, yawning.

Lance is already drifting off again, hopefully thanks to the painkillers spreading through his system by now. “Okay...sounds good...don’ let me forget…”

Hunk is blinking quickly, and Pidge only half makes out his surprised snort. “Uh...wait, what?”

Are her knees giving out? They’re giving out, aren’t they? No amount of being held up helping anymore.

“You heard him,” she mumbles as Hunk lowers her to the bench. “Don’t let us forget.”

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lance & Pidge | Katie Holt, Lance/Pidge | Katie Holt Characters: Pidge | Katie Holt, Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Veronica Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Whump, Lance (Voltron) Whump, Hurt Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Angst, plangst, Romance, Forbidden Romance, Lance is a clone Summary:

“Pidge?” Lance manages, between gasps. She catches him as he hunches against her shoulder, curling in on himself with a groan. The metal bracelet on his wrist blinks orange as his fingers tangle in her sleeve, while the soft indicator lights on her own glow a soft green.

“What are you doing here?” he mumbles. “You…you shouldn’t be here.”

“I…” For a moment all Pidge can do is hold him. Her chest is tight as she clutches him close, as if she could change their world by stroking his sweat-damp hair.

“I need to know what they’re doing to you. To…to all of you.”

***

When Pidge takes a job at the Proxy Facility, she isn’t planning to fall in love with one.

Welp…I hope you don’t mind angst? 

***

Lance doesn’t think about what he’s doing when he hears the baby cry. He rolls out of bed, putting the skills he learned when his niece and nephew were born to good use calming the fussing infant, rocking it back to sleep against his chest.

Only in the quiet after those restless moments does he realize he’s never seen the crib by their bed before, or the child for that matter.

“Hey Pidge…?” he whispers. He carefully places the sleeping baby down, and when he turns back to the bed his wife is squinting up at him through tired eyes and messy bangs.

“She okay?” Pidge asks.

Lance nods. “Whose baby is this? Did somebody at the Garrison ask us to babysit?”