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I think I’ve read 90% of the fics in the Uliro tag on Ao3 and I like most of them, but the one fic that is my absolute favorite would be Touch Me More by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)

[I saw a post somewhere that this was OC Kiss Week, so I owe this little snippet of love to @demenior, who has been letting me play in her beloved sandbox. Also a gift to @gitwrecked, who is a terrible enabler to us both.

P.S. If you haven’t read this, then you’re missing out on the beauty that is Prince Rahjim. Pls go remedy that. <3]

not much time (there’s always time for a kiss, darling)

“You are always in such a hurry,” Rahjim says, a pout conveying his exact thoughts on the matter, his chin in the palm of his top left hand.

Kharion snorts, hand paused in reaching for his coat. “There’s work to be done. I’m sure you understand.”

“Of course I do, but I am at liberty to protest it as much as I like. At the moment, I am protesting your intent to leave me for another few months, never knowing when you might land upon my doorstep to demand my attention.”

“As if anyone demanding your attention is an inconvenience to you.” 

Kharion leaves his coat and moves to the chair Rahjim lounges in, expectant. He’s such a brat, this powerful prince, and despite knowing that, he’s sometimes drawn to bend to his will. It’s not as if Rahjim doesn’t make his efforts worth it, but Kharion finds it even more worth it when he gives Rahjim shit for it first. Can’t make it too easy after all. He sinks down to one knee, graceful for all his mass, wings shifting to adjust so that they don’t scrape the floor. His head bows, but Rahjim can feel Kharion’s eyes never leave him. He grins, showing off his teeth, unable to help being a right bastard along with his clear acquiescence.

“Yes, this. I like this,” Rahjim tells him with a laugh, shifting so that he is leaning forward, as if he is about to knight this fiend for his attitude. 

“Would you have something of me, backwater prince,” Kharion asks, using his native tongue for the insult. They both know it’s anything but. 

“A kiss,” Rahjim states plainly, as if it’s his right. “You will allow me time for that.”

His fingers brush underneath Kharion’s chin, and he raises his head, the grin widening. The captain rises up to his full height over Rahjim and bends at the waist. Before their mouths even touch, two of Rahjim’s hands fall reflexively to Kharion’s hips, one moving to his chest and the last cupping his jaw. Kharion braces for impact, knowing that within moments of contact, his knees will be weak. As he leans on the arm of the chair, he welcomes the feel of Rahjim’s kiss, his own hand sliding into thick, dark hair. 

My gift for @gitwrecked for @galraweek’s Galra Mini Exchange! They wanted a lot of my favourite ships but when I saw Kolivan and Allura, all I could think about was Allura’s Altean strength and Kolivan being both embarrassed and impressed by it.

Kolivan is sulking because his strong but small girlfriend can lift more than him and lift him. Heck, she could probably lift him while he lifts. 

He secretly likes it.

Shiro would’ve been a COMPLETE troublemaker back at the Garrison. Hardworking and dedicated, sure, but once he proved himself and climbed up the ranks, so to speak? Kid could get away with ANYTHING. Nobody can keep a straight face quite like Shiro. Nobody knows why there’s always one particular flight-bike returned with just a bit less fuel than the others, nope, no sir. No, nobody knows how the doors to the hangars were left unlocked and a trio of cows slipped in last night. Nope, definitely not. Shirogane? Nope, definitely not involved. What kind of person would think that of Innocent, Responsible Shiro?

Shiro gets away with a lot of stuff like this. Matt only eggs him on, the little troublemaker. The two of them would make SUCH a pair, wreaking havoc, always messing things up, and the worst part is Iverson can NEVER PROVE IT. If Matt has even half the hacking skills of Pidge? Nothing would be safe. The rosters? Weird how Shiro and Matt are always in the same classes. Any type of list? Funny that the mess hall’s serving chocolate cake for dinner for the fourth night in a row, how odd. The simulators? 

Dear lord, the simulators.

Fake missions. Weird Easter Eggs left behind in mission logs, so the freshmen are running these simulations and that’s definitely a duck that just flew past us, sir, how is a duck faster than this ship? Weird loopholes, one set of canyons that definitely loops you back to the beginning just after you exit. Missions with heavy-loss scenarios that light up at the end with a huge message saying APRIL FOOL’S. Just messing with everyone.

[Iverson: WHO LET HOLT INTO THE SIMULATOR PROGRAMMING? Matt, deadpan, as the newbies running the simulation have to fly through a series of caves in a mountain that looks suspiciously like a nose (only access point is through the nostril): It’s my computer programming final, sir.  Iverson, who didn’t check all the course syllabi: Shirogane, is this true? Shiro, without batting an eye: Yes sir.]

In addition to the ability to lie their way out of every inquisition, Matt and Shiro are pretty clever at this. They don’t have to lie often because they don’t get caught. They’re extremely cautious, planning tricks weeks or months in advance, well worth taking the time to pull it off well and cover our tracks than it is to get caught and give up the whole game. (I’m not saying they were Weasleys of the Garrison, but.) 

I wonder if this is also one of the reasons Lance looks up to Shiro so much. Picture one night a very young and impressionable Lance sneaking out of his dorm after hours, trying to get a level up by gaining just one extra peek at the simulators (poor bab wants so badly to be fighter class), and in so doing caught the rarest of rare events: Shiro, sneaking out of the simulator programming room.

And Lance doesn’t mean to, but he stumbles right into a trashcan and makes a huge clatter and Shiro’s head whips up and the two of them just stare at each other. Lance’s heart is going a mile a minute, he’s going to get in trouble, that’s Takashi Shirogane, the straight-A Perfect Responsible Top Of His Class Pilot - 

Shiro draws breath. Lance winces, waiting for the reprimand.

“Can you keep a secret?” Shiro asks, and winks.

“Uh,” stutters Lance, floored.

And then the next day Lance is watching the simulator runs with his class, but for whatever reason the Simulator’s infected with some sort of weird bug. Anytime anyone fails at any part of the program the screen rains down confetti on them. Forgot to buckle your seatbelt? CONFETTI. Effed up that landing? CONFETTI. Turning to hurl into the main gearbox- 

“Shirogane,” Iverson growls, “Did you program this run?”

“Must be a glitch, sir,” Shiro says, completely straight-faced.

Title: Lay To Waste Rating: Teen (for descriptions of violence, mild gore, mild language and fantastic alien racism) Pairing: Gen fic. Shiro-centric.

Chapter: 7/15

Summary:

What was meant to be a simple mission— make contact with the Rebellion and form an alliance— goes horribly awry. Now the team is split up, the Galra are invading, and Shiro's past may prove to be their greatest adversary yet.

OR

When you have skeletons in your closet, you hope they stay dead.

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Part 2 Will Post on Monday August 7th

Here is my Gen Minibang fic! I was partnered with the amazing @gitwrecked who was a joy and a dream to work with. I was so lucky to have her talent in fully designing Slavka and Fovzak, and bringing them to life.

Thank you to the mods at @voltrongenminibang for putting this all together!