TW Not!Fic - Sterek Christmas Carol

Another Tumblr not!fic, this one inspired by an ask rather than me just rambling. Originally posted here.

Anonymous asked: So.... with the holidays upon us: in a Sterek Christmas Carol who would be Scrooge?

Good question, and sorry it’s taken me so long to answer.

Honestly? I think it would be Derek. With so much he’s lost, I think he could let himself just get harder and harder and put all his natural kindness behind a wall. I don’t think he would ever be a full-out Scrooge, per se, but I could see him getting to the point that he just wouldn’t let himself get into the Christmas spirit at all (in part because he doesn’t believe that he deserves nice things).

And then, over the course of one night, his mother, Laura, and Erica would come to help him get over it, help him to forgive himself and let go of the blame, and to realize that he does deserve nice things, and that enjoying things in life doesn’t mean that he’s spitting on their memories, because they want him to be happy.

The next morning, when Derek realizes it’s Christmas Day, he picks up the phone to call Stiles, who had invited him to celebrate Christmas (and Derek had rather rudely rebuffed him).

“Is the invitation still open?” Derek asks.

“Dude, always,” Stiles says. “It’s Christmas.”

“Okay,” Derek says.

Thirty minutes later, he shows up at the Stilinski house, where the rest of the pack has gathered already, and celebrates Christmas for the first time since his family died. He has more fun than he’d had in years.

And then, when they’re exchanging gifts, Stiles has one for him.

Derek just stares at it. “You didn’t even know I was coming.”

Stiles shrugs. “Call it a hunch. Or wishful thinking. Or just good ol’ Stilinski intuition.”

Derek doesn’t know what to do, because he doesn’t really have anything to give Stiles in return. So he gives him the only thing he has, something he’s wanted to give to Stiles for years, but hasn’t had the courage to.

For a split second, he worries that it was too much.

But it’s all right, because Stiles kisses him right back.

Voltron: Legendary Defender Headcanons

Not really a not!fic, but a bunch of headcanons that an anon asked for on Tumblr. And, you know, since the last season debuts on Friday, I figure now's a good time to move them over. Originally posted here.

Anonymous asked: Do you have any head canons on the paladins or other VLD characters?

WHY YES I DO. Let’s do this:

- Hunk is ace, Pidge is ace/aro. That’s the biggest reason for the appalled look they share when Sam’s like “ah, modulation arguments. That’s how your mother and I met!” Pidge hasn’t actually defined herself yet; she’s just so focused on computers and new technology that she can’t fathom being interested in anything else. Hunk kind of figured himself out at Galaxy Garrison when he realized that Lance spent so much time chasing girls while Hunk didn’t and didn’t really want to.

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TW Not!Fic - Scydia Seizure Response Dog AU

Another anon request from Tumblr! Originally posted here.

Anonymous asked: Au scydia Head cannon; Lydia has seizures and decides to get a seeing eye dog and WHO WOULD YOU GUESS IS THE TRAINER THAT WORKS WITH THEM Scott of course

See, one of my favorite things about Lydia is how confident she is in herself and how well she knows herself. Typically, the only time we see her really unsettled is when she doesn’t know what she’s been doing (see: the whole Peter fiasco). So I can see seizures being something that really, really anger her on multiple levels. She hates the way they take away her memory, her control, and her freedom (because every time she has a seizure, she gets her driver’s license taken away from anywhere from three to six months and it chafes every time).

And maybe it’s not until Lydia’s in college that she reads about seizure response dogs, and yes, it can take up to two years to train them, but one will give her back some measure of control in her life. And she likes the idea of having that control.

Also, the companionship of a pet would be nice. (Lydia will never admit it aloud, but she does occasionally get lonely. She couldn’t ask for a better friend and roommate than Allison, but Allison has a new girlfriend and it’s just a reminder sometimes, okay?)

So after some fairly extensive research and discussion and all that, Lydia ends up with a golden retriever named Peggy and the name of a local trainer.

She arrives for their first day of training, Peggy trotting up happily next to her, and the door opens and hoooooly shit.

Nobody told her that Dr. Scott Delgado—because he’s got a vet degree, of course he does—was hot.

He’s also kind, stupidly, sweetly kind, with a goofy smile and warm brown eyes. And at first Lydia thinks she’s safe, because she can deal with physical attraction but she’s never really been interested in sweet guys. She likes people with a little bite to them, a little bit of an asshole, because she’s all barbs herself and has no time for someone who will deflate at the first sign of conflict.

But Scott…doesn’t. He smiles and nods and lets Lydia get her way 90% of the time until it comes up to something that will adversely affect Peggy’s training, and then he does. Not. Budge. He does it all with a smile, of course, but that’s when she sees he is just as stubborn as she is.

And that could be a problem, Lydia realizes, as she watches him play with Peggy one day after training and feels her heart clench.

Because someone who is kind but stubborn, who can take it when Lydia lets her inner asshole fly but doesn’t let her walk all over him, and doesn’t look at her like she’s broken…

Lydia has never quite felt this way before. And for the first time in her life, she isn’t sure what to do about it.

(That lasts, of course, until Allison tells her to get her head out of her ass and just ask the man out. Lydia is only slightly irritated by that response, but then again, that’s the same advice she gave Allison regarding Erica, and they’re about to start picking out china patterns, so it’s probably good advice.)

(Spoiler: It is.)

Original tags: #The dog is named after Peggy Carter btw #Because I'm pretty sure Lydia would be 100% all over Agent Carter #She and Stiles eventually bond over it #Scott's just happy his best friend and his new girlfriend are getting along #and if anybody who knows more about seizure dogs/epilepsy would like to add on #please do! #I tried to research but Google was extraordinarily unhelpful

VLD Not!Fic - Sheith Royal AU

Another Tumblr not!fic, because when someone comes at me and says "so let's talk royal AUs," my answer is always going to be a high-pitched shriek and some level of not!fic rambling. Originally posted here.

Anonymous asked: As much as I love knight!Keith and prince!Shiro (playing on Shiro needing to always be rescued obvs), but what about prince!Keith and knight!Shiro and the prince having to do the saving because his knight is a trouble magnet?

“Hey M do you want to talk about royal AUs in any way, shape, or form?”

WHY YES, YES I DO, THANK YOU FOR ASKING.

So Keith, right? Even as a prince, I think he’s going to be stupidly well-trained as a fighter. Think Zuko only without fire. Like, hell yes Keith will be able to dual-wield swords and he will be awesome at it.

So I think he might chafe initially at having a bodyguard because he can take care of himself, thank you very much.

But here’s the thing: Shiro is just as good of a fighter as he is. Maybe even better in some respects.

Keith’s not going to lie, that’s a little bit of a turn-on. (Okay, a lot of a turn-on.)

So he gets to spar with his bodyguard and Shiro is physically imposing enough that many people who would wish harm on the prince take one look at him and decide they have somewhere else very important to be.

It certainly doesn’t help that Shiro is kind and thoughtful and encouraging and an absolute nerd with a terrible sense of humor that Keith nevertheless finds endlessly endearing.

So it’s no surprise that he starts caring for Shiro as…more. More than a bodyguard, more than a friend. Shiro becomes someone that Keith wants by his side always.

BUT THEN.

The rival kingdom attacks, and Shiro is sent to the border with the rest of the knights because they need every man they can get and he is a brilliant strategist and tactician. Keith hates watching him go and makes Shiro swear to come back to him. Shiro promises he’ll return. Keith wants to kiss him, but he doesn’t. But from the fleeting look Shiro gives him, he wonders if Shiro wants the same thing.

One month passes. Then two. It’s at the end of the third month that they finally get word: the battalion Shiro was with was captured by enemy soldiers. Everyone is presumed dead.

Keith doesn’t handle it well. Keith doesn’t handle it at all. He refuses to believe that Shiro is gone, that Shiro could ever be gone. Everybody at the castle learns very quickly not to mention that in front of the prince.

Nobody else believes him that Shiro could still be alive. Nobody else wants to help him. So Keith packs up a very few things, leaves a letter for his mother, and takes off in the dead of night to go find Shiro.

Even with his knowledge, it’s hard living on the road for weeks at a time. But Keith keeps at it, keeps traveling, keeps hidden—because no one can know the crown prince is traveling alone and heading right for enemy territory—and keeps his ears open.

Sure enough, he learns where the prisoners are being held, and sure enough, he finds them and finds Shiro. Shiro, with a new scar across his nose and a tattered knot where his right arm used to be, but it’s him and he’s alive and Keith has never been so grateful for anything in his life.

And it takes some doing, but Keith manages to free him and the rest of the prisoners and they make their way back to friendly territory. Shiro is delirious with fever and exhaustion and Keith practically has to carry him most of the way back to the castle, nursing Shiro as best he can with his rudimentary field medicine skills.

But they make it back safely, Shiro is whisked away to the healers, and Keith sits by his bed day and night and glares at anyone who tries to make him leave for any reason.

So he’s there when Shiro finally regains sense and consciousness, looks up at him with wondering eyes and whispers, “You found me.”

Keith kisses his hand. “I’ll always find you.”

Shiro gives him a small smile. “I’m supposed to be the one saving you.”

Keith breathes easier for the first time since he watched Shiro ride away. “We can trade.”

Maybe it’s not the most romantic to have their first kiss be while Shiro is still abed in the healers’ quarters, but for Keith, it’s perfect.

It’s Shiro, so it’s perfect.