Title: Drink to That
Summary: It's always been clear that Shiro and Keith are close, but Lance hadn't realized they were this close.
Notes: Adult for smut; not compliant with season three. Illustrations by keithhawke.
Title: Drink to That
Characters/Pairings: Dadsona, the other dads
Summary: Sometimes there's comfort in numbers.
Notes: I had a lot of feelings about the Joseph route. Like, a lot of feelings. Second person pov, 1596 words.
( So this is how you find out that you can have groups on DadBook: you meet up with Craig the morning after Amanda's party (ugh, mornings), he takes a look at you, and says, 'Bro,' with the same kind of sympathy he'd had after things with you and Sam had gone south back in school. )
Summary: Lance likes games.
Notes: Smut with bondage. I'm not saying that the VLD writers are definitely portraying Lance as a kinkster, but I'm not not saying it, either. 3247 words.
( Through a lot of trial and error, this is what Keith has learned: the more random and casual Lance is being, the closer Keith needs to be listening, because it means Lance is trying to tell him something important. )
Characters/Pairings: Keith, Lance, Shiro
Summary: Keith thinks he's about to get rickrolled. Keith is mistaken.
Notes: Explicit for filthy omegaverse smut. Mundane AU (except for the a/b/o stuff). [ROT3] Gur nygreangr gvgyr jnf tbvat gb or "Ynapr naq Fuveb znxr n cbeab pngrevat gb Xrvgu'f xvaxf." [/ROT3] 4616 words.
( When he opens the email, all it says is Saw this and thought of you, happy birthday buddy, followed by a link to a video hosted on a Google drive. Keith gives it a long look, weighing suspicion against curiosity, the fact that he knows the sender of the email against the fact that he knows the sender, and then shrugs suspicion aside. He's probably about to get rickrolled, but whatever. He clicks the link. It's not a rickroll. )
Summary: Matt has a plan to get Shiro laid; Shiro has a lot of misgivings about this.
Notes: Mundane AU kind of a thing, because I wanted a thing where Lance and Keith take Shiro home from a club and bang him like a drum. Smut, the barest trappings of plot, Shiro's body issues, pancake-waffle discourse, and Shiro bottoming like a champ (hah!). 6277 words.
( Matt grabs Shiro's real hand and hauls him forward, ignoring all the laws of physics regarding inertia, relative mass, and force that say he shouldn't be able to budge Shiro. But then, physics really can't account for a Holt who's got the bit between his teeth, so Shiro ends up paying the cover and following Matt inside the club in spite of all his misgivings. If nothing else, he'll get the chance to tell Matt how wrong he is, and that is not an opportunity to be missed. )
Summary: Just because an alpha can go through rut alone doesn't mean he should.
Notes: Filthy, filthy a/b/o porn. Somewhat dubious consent (Shiro's not precisely in his right mind at the moment) and so much filthy smut. 4250 words.
( 'Okay.' Lance's palms were sweaty with what he was about to say. He was about to break so many rules. 'Cards on the table, guys. We got any omegas sitting here?' )
Summary: They say no plan survives contact with the enemy; Shiro probably needs to keep that one in mind.
Notes: Adult for smut; no plot here to speak of. 1775 words.
( Lance pushes everything, like he can't help himself. In retrospect, Shiro has no idea why he expected anything else from him in bed. )
Summary: Keith and Shiro play chicken. Sex chicken. Everybody wins.
Notes: Smut to kick off the weekend. 3123 words, no redeeming plot value.
( 'What do you think you're doing?' 'What does it look like I'm doing?' Shiro has an excellent poker face; it doesn't even flicker when he says, 'Demonstrating the male version of the human reproductive system. Why are you doing it on my lap?' )
Summary: In which Lance is easily distracted, and Keith is quick to exploit that.
Notes: A little smut featuring handcuffs to start the weekend off right. 1911 words and no plot whatsoever.
( So the thing Lance has learned about Keith is that he has a long, long memory. It's selective as hell, but if Keith cares enough about something to notice it in the first place, he'll never forget it. And because it's Keith, he'll usually remember whatever it is at the worst possible time. )
Summary: In which Lance doesn't know what they're doing, Shiro has his moments of self-consciousness, and Keith is the soul of pragmatism.
Notes: Events continue on in the From First Principles 'verse. Adult for smut, Beware of Feels. 5420 words.
( Lance really isn't sure what they're doing, and that's confusing the heck out of him. Okay, he knows what they're doing right now, which is sitting in Shiro's room, piled together on his bunk and trying to watch a movie on Shiro's Pidge-brand laptop, because Shiro had said he wanted to spend more time with the two of them. That much he gets. Except for the fact that Pidge and Hunk aren't here, it could be just another Paladin Bonding Night. It's the larger scheme of things he's not getting. )
Characters/Pairings: Lance, Keith, plus the rest of the crew to point and laugh
Summary: What hair does is grow.
Notes: General audiences; just a bit of fluffy slice-of-space-life with Lance and Keith sort of bonding, if that's your thing. 3622 words.
( What with one thing and another, a universe to defend, an evil galactic empire to defeat, the day to save, a beautiful princess to woo, so forth and so on, Lance doesn't give too much thought to his hair. It's there on top of his head, doing its thing, and spends most of its time inside a helmet—see above, galactic empire, defeating of. He doesn't much care what it does, long as it doesn't turn loose, as his grandpa would put it. What hair does is grow. )
Characters/Pairings: Keith and Shiro
Summary: Everyone handles it a little differently.
Notes: Charlie asked for some Keith comforting traumatized Space Dad, so here we have 1077 words of fluffy character study.
( They all know the signs by now: when Shiro goes still and his gaze goes blank, he's gone somewhere else inside his head. It's never anywhere good. )
Characters/Pairings: Shiro and Keith
Summary: Shiro has a pretty good idea how this is going to go… but he's not the one making the calls. Keith is.
Notes: Andrea asked for hands tied behind backs, with a side of blindfolds and maybe orgasm denial. So! Here we go with some smut featuring bondage, blindfolds, power exchanges, and no plot whatsoever. 2264 words.
( Shiro doesn't know what the Garrison shrinks would have to say about this, but he can't imagine it would be very good. But on the other hand, the Garrison is half a galaxy away right now, so what the shrinks don't know can't hurt him. )
Summary: There are rules for situations like this, but maybe they're not the right rules.
Notes: Get-together fic, nothing heavier than some kissing and Shiro's enormous, overdeveloped sense of responsibility. Though those are pretty danged heavy. 5055 words.
( If Shiro heads into the training deck, he's volunteering himself to referee yet another round of Keith and Lance's eternal argument. It's the kind of thing that could wear on the patience of a saint, which he is not. The lab sounds like a delightfully peaceful alternative, and there's no saying what sort of technological marvel Pidge and Hunk have up their sleeves now. Then he hears what sounds a lot like gunfire from the training deck and dismisses the thought, tempting though it is. )
Characters/Pairings: Chrome/Gokudera, Yamamoto/Gokudera
Summary: Rule number one: Never take your eyes off the Mist.
Notes: Smut comma nothing but, to the tune of a Vongola orgy. …what? I asked for prompts on Tumblr a little while back, thirtysixsavefiles gave me Gokudera/anyone and "choice" and apparently the way that worked out in my head was Tsuna choosing not to choose.
( The Tenth is the only reason it works, and that's because Tsuna doesn't know how to give up on anything. Or anyone. And when it's the Tenth asking, somehow everyone just seems to end up going along with it one way or another in the end. )
Characters/Pairings: Keith/Lance, Pidge, Hunk
Summary: Pidge and Hunk finally give Keith a hint to explain Lance's behavior, and after that, things escalate.
Notes: The obligatory "Pidge and Hunk explain the obvious and nature takes its course" Keith and Lance fic. Some not-very-explicit smut and two very clueless boys. 3099 words.
( 'What the hell,' Keith says in the wake of yet another one of Lance's utterly baffling outbursts. Everything about the mission they'd just finished had gone off without a hitch; the only mistake Keith can see is that he'd told Lance they'd made a good team after the debriefing. 'What brought that on?' )
Summary: Squalo ends up taking a bullet for Xanxus. It doesn't work out quite like either of them expects it to.
Notes: Over on Tumblr, insanescriptist request Squalo and Xanxus from the Sugar & Spice 'verse. This apparently gave my id permission to write the aftermath of the fem!Xanxus version of the whole TYL Byakuran mess with the special bullets and all that fun stuff. Explicit for smut, genderswitch, Beware of Feels. 3944 words.
( Squalo doesn't mean to break his promise to Xanxus, but he does it anyway and it happens like this: The meeting with the fucking Caraceni turns out to be a set-up, one with the sole purpose of getting the Vongola Tenth out in the open where the fucking Millefiore can get a shot at her. )
Summary: Miyuki gets what he asked for, and then some.
Notes: 3858 words. Adult for smut. Who needs plot, anyway? Bondage, sensory deprivation, overstimulation.
( The last thing Chris says is actually a question, shaped against Kazuya's mouth. 'Any second thoughts?' )
Summary: Miyuki gets what's coming to him.
Notes: Adult for smut in the fine old tradition of Plot? What Plot? 3607 words.
( Kazuya has lost track of how many times he's heard people enthuse over how nice Chris is, which just goes to show how completely unobservant people tend to be. Chris is not nice. Kazuya might be willing to entertain the case for polite, maybe, though Chris is honestly the kind of guy who can get away with saying things that sound polite enough until a person starts thinking about what he's actually just said, so. Polite might be pushing it, too, depending on Chris' mood. Nice, however, is definitely out of the question. )
Summary: There's no amount of algebra that can save Miyuki from embarrassment now.
Notes: 5604 words. Adult for smut. This is the fic that required me to dredge up stuff I learned in high school *cough* years ago. My Algebra II teacher would be so appalled.
( So this was awkward. Kazuya had assumed that he'd worked so late that he'd have the bath to himself, but it appeared that he'd misjudged that just a bit. )