#some gen

It confounded Keith how a ‘guys’ night out’ turned into a whole group of them sitting around Lance’s living room, playing truth or dare. It was supremely juvenile, and, though he wasn’t about to let anyone know, much more fun than going bar hopping. He wasn’t much for getting mindlessly drunk anyway.

Let’s have a moment of silence for all the WIP’s that were brutally murdered whenever a new season of Voltron came out. We’ve all been there. I didn’t want to just let these die, some are just ideas, some were pretty far along being written, so I’m going to upload them to tumblr and make this the masterpost. Hope y’all enjoy, and if anyone can make something of these go for it.

(links to follow)

Smol Keith and Krolia

Valley of Bones 

Sheith after BOM Trials

Keith and Pidge

It’s October, so it’s time for another batch of fic recs (aka, my bookmarks have hit a number that means it’s share time!) I hope that you enjoy these as much as I did!

A Treasure Worthy of a King by thekingslover

Nicolo has been the terror of the seas for a solid decade. He’s plundered many ships, evaded many privateers. He’s feared by his crew and the world alike, an image he’s cultivated with carefully selected targets, few words, and several well-timed glares.

But this? This surprises him.

“You...” Nicolo pauses. “You wish to be kidnapped?”

happens great, happens sweet by eurythmix

“We still did some good. And you haven’t told them about our wedding.”

Andromache barely finished saying the word when Nicolò’s whole body jerks upright, his head almost colliding with the top bunk. “Wedding?” he blurts. “You got married?”

A year apart has given Yusuf time to think and the question sits expectantly on his lips. He's just neglected to factor in a few things: a storm, a journey through the North Atlantic, and Quynh.

Carry the Field by goldheartedsky

The first time, they do not kiss.

Yusuf does not know if a man like Nicolò even wants to be kissed. He understands the moonlight-pale stares from across the fire, understands the hesitant touch on the inside of his thigh that sparked this, but still, they do not kiss.

It’s been six years since they’ve met, a year since they’ve last tried killing each other, and Yusuf refuses to wait any longer.

everywhere on earth you go (you're gonna have me) by nondz (pinkjook)

“We’ll just commit to the buddy system,” Nile says.

“Buddy system?” Booker asks, eyebrows raised.

OR: Nile goes clubbing, gets lost in Ireland, learns to swing dance, dies in Portugal, and falls in love. Mostly in that order.

you know i dreamed about you (before i saw you) by BeeLove

In which Yusuf is a witch, striking out on his own and looking to make his way in the world -- what he finds instead is a very peculiar rabbit, desperately in need of his help. Destiny might have brought them together, for reasons not entirely clear, but Yusuf isn't going to abandon a soul in distress -- especially if he has the ability to do something about it. (And if he happens to fall in love along the way, well... who is he to deny his own heart?)

You do not have to be good by emjee (MerryHeart)

He shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat as he makes his way towards the neighborhood where Joe and his research assistant will be living for the next four months, and steadfastly tries not to think about how the contact file on his phone that used to read "Dr. Yusuf Al-Kaysani (Jerusalem)" now simply reads "Joe". Or how there is now a photo attached to that contact file, which means whenever Joe calls him Nicolò’s phone screen lights up with a selfie of Joe in a backwards baseball cap on a sunny day somewhere in Bloomsbury.

In which Nicky reaches an understanding with God and leaves the priesthood for love.

Roller Skates and Blind Dates by ToBebbanburg

Andy and Quynh are captains of rival roller derby teams, and that rivalry gets a little too intense. Lykon eventually decides to step in in an attempt to broker peace between the two women, but damn, Andy really doesn't like Quynh...

Death in Her Hands by superblackmarket

“Nothing is forever, not even us, and we have lived long enough to see that anything can be taken away from you,” Nicky said. “Gods, countries, species, even the weather.”

“And change—it isn’t good or bad, necessarily, it’s just how it is,” Joe said. “All you can do is decide what to do with the time that is given to you.”

“Oh my god, you did not just quote Gandalf at me!” Nile exclaimed.

given that a lot of folks seem to be here for old guard content, pinning this post of the fic I’ve written to keep track: