All Gen All Day Erry Day

So, I wrote this @platonicvldweek ifor the prompt Bloom / Decay…

Summary : Allura isn’t the only one to have used the AI-chamber to talk to King Alfor.

This is set in season 1, before “Crystal Venom” (for obvious reasons).

(Read it here on AO3 !)

Coran entered the AI-chamber, his footsteps echoing in the big, empty room.

He wasn’t sure of this, but for once he had a bit of time to spare, and it was something that he had been longing to do for a while.

He started the console, and the whole room changed into a beautiful landscape of the Enylpah Mountains, back on Altea. He had seen it already when checking on Allura when she was there, but the sudden appearance was breathtaking.

In front of him, a familiar silhouette was standing.

“King Alfor”, he stammered, bowing. They hadn’t been that formal in years before he went into the cryopod, but he was moved and couldn’t help it.

“Coran, my old friend.” greeted his king, warmly. Coran felt a lump in his throat at hearing the familiar voice, and at the kind but melancholic inflexion.

((my first time doing a prompt week in a LONG time. Yes I know its already technically over by this point, but by golly I’m gonna at least try to write for it. I mean a short gen oneshot here or there won’t hurt no one.

Anyway if you ask me, you cant get enough childhood friends AU with Lotor and Allura OR enough interactions between the OG paladins. Soooo without further ado~))

“This is a bad idea.”

Allura ignored the cautionary statement and continued pouring the contents of the bottle onto the plate of food.

“I mean it princess. You shouldn’t be doing this.”

Rolling her eyes, Allura clamored down off the chair before speaking directly to Lotor, who hadn’t budged from his strategically placed vigil by the door.

“No one’s gonna know it was me! Least not if no one tells.”

She gave the prince a pointed glare, still not having forgiven him for tattling when she’d slipped a lizard down the back of Coran’s shirt a week previously.

For his part, Lotor had the decency to look sheepish as he replied.

“But if someone finds out…”

“No one will find out!”

For @platonicvldweek​ Day 6: Free / AU

In which the Garrison Trio visits a nerd convention. Shenanigans ensue.

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@platonicvldweek : Bloom/Decay

It’s cold outside today so here’s a sweater Space Dad 

(Day 4)

So, I wrote this @platonicvldweek ifor the prompt Individual/group… I ended up using both themes.

Summary : Sometimes, Keith misses his former team. Maybe he should give them a call to catch up. But that would be weird, right ? The garrison trio are worried about Shiro. Maybe they should give Keith a call to ask for his opinion. It would be nice to know how he is doing, too. But… That would be weird, right ?

(Read it here on AO3 : Words:    1,927    Chapters:    2/2)

 Keith closed the screen he had used to watch the recording of Voltron On Ice. He would never admit it, but he had saved all of the Voltron Events, and sometimes replayed them when he missed the team. He had thought watching the show would ease his feelings, but it had achieved the opposite. The mixed bag of second hand embarrassment and fondness that he used to experience from those videos had now given in to wistfulness.

Maybe he should just call them. But what was he supposed to say ? He couldn’t contact them without a valid reason. They would be too busy to talk to him anyway. He’d have to wait to see them on screen, next time Kolivan would open an official communication with Voltron. He always made a point to have Keith with him when he did, even if Keith barely said anything at all. Maybe his being there somehow validated Kolivan’s input.

At least, during those meetings, he could check that everyone was safe and sound.

The calls had been more and more in between, though. To the point that the Paladins hadn’t even warned the Blades that Shiro was escorting Lotor to the Kral Zera. While the Blades were about to blow off the whole place !  They could have been killed ! His chest tightened painfully, the panic that had submerged him when seeing the black lion landing still reverberating through his bones.

Remember Me as Devout

Start at the beginning

Summary: Shiro remembers, and Ryou is there for him.

Written for @platonicvldweek day 7: Decay

Excerpt

With that, Ryou entered the code for Shiro’s room, still more familiar than the one he used for his own.

As soon as the door opened, there was another groan, breathy and pitched up.  Shiro was curled in a tight ball on the bed, shivering hard. His blanket had been kicked off already, bunched at the foot of his bed.  In the low light, there was a visible sheen of sweat that stuck his bangs to his forehead. He was tucked in as tightly as he could be, protecting his stomach and chest even in his sleep.

Ryou’s heart ached at just the sight.

@platonicvldweek​ : Free Day/AU

Hogwarts AU!

@platonicvldweek : Rain/Sun

So, one of the themes for today for @platonicvldweek is recycle, and I’m… maybe cheating a little by using it as an opportunity to post a fic that I had already written but not posted on tumblr yet. This was my very first fanfic ! :D

Summary : Some nights, when he can’t sleep, Hunk gets up and busies himself in the kitchen. He soon discovers he is not the only one having trouble finding sleep.

   (Read it here on AO3 ; Published: 2018-03-18  -Words:4400 - Chapters: 7/7)

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Hunk cracked the egg and added its slimy, bluish contents to the dough. Aorien eggs looked weird, but had a rich, buttery taste that was perfect for pancakes. Well, his space version of pancakes, anyway. He started mixing the ingredients with a satisfied sigh. Baking always calmed him down. He put a lid on the bowl, and put the whole thing in the refrigerating unit. He could do the pancakes in the morning.

At least, now, he felt like he could finally get some sleep. After all, it was well passed midnight, or whatever equivalent it was in altean time - the day and night cycles on the castle-ship were a bit longer than on earth. Everyone else was in bed, and he should be too. But he had just kept turning around in his bed, and nothing had seemed to help, so he had gone back to his usual coping mechanism : baking. He wiped the counter top, and was putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher when he heard the doors open.

He turned and saw Lance, standing awkwardly in the doorway. He was wearing his lion slippers, pajamas and dressing gown, his hair messy, and his eyes…puffy and red ? He was rubbing at his neck, averting Hunk’s eyes.

“Oh, hey Hunk. Didn’t expect to see you here.” “Uh, yeah, I thought pancakes in the morning would be great. Rough night ?” Lance let out a sigh and went to sit at the table. “Hmm, just a dream.” Hunk busied himself with the dishes, to give his friend some space. “Bad dream ?” “Nah, the dream was nice. It’s just… Hunk, do you sometimes dream of home ? Of your family ? And then you wake up and realize…” He suppressed a sob and trailed off. He folded his arms on the table and rested his head on them. Hunk felt something tighten in his chest. Oh, he knew exactly how that felt.

Spells and Trust Chapter 2

Author’s Note: Here is part 2 with today’s theme being AU/Free/Recycle fro @platonicvldweek

Summary:  When Shiro brought Keith home to heal, Keith had no intention of staying. However, as he got to know everyone he ended up changing his plans.

“My familiar? ” Allura folded one of Coran’s shirt and added it to the basket. “ I’m not against the idea, but if you wished for him to live here he doesn’t need to resort to. He can just live here as an ordinary cat.”

“I know,” Shiro said as he took one of the bedsheets off the clothesline, “but I also know he as a knack for trouble. Him being able to have a human form would help with that.”

Allura tapped her chin and nodded. “Yes, I can see that and from what I’ve seen he would make an excellent familiar.” She took one edge of the bed sheet and brought it over to Shiro to fold it in half. “He clearly needs a home and I can tell he is already blending in well with the others.”