#uhh. i got distracted. fandom bad and annoying.

[mtreebeardiles]

WIP Whenever

Got tagged by @tiny-banana-time -- many thanks!  Uh, this is less a WIP and more a bit of voice testing, but I did wind up posting it. Never written in this fandom before so more testing is gonna be needed before I land on the cadence I want, but! Hopefully not too bad for a first effort into the Fallout Universe (and idr if you’re familiar with fallout, but hopefully this’ll be a fun read anyway?)

Let’s see! Tagging @theoriginalladya even though she’s already done it and i swear it has nothing to do with wanting more of a certain AU -- no pressure though! And anyone else who wants to share what they’re playing with!  ----

"Alright, I gotta ask."

 He waited until the other man set down his toolkit on the workbench behind him and peered up at him from where he was still kneeling behind his power armor. A tripped mine had torn through the plating, and RJ tried not to dwell too much on how badly it could've gone had Maks not insisted on wearing the hulking thing in the first place. 

 He doubted even someone with Maks's luck would have limped away from that one. 

 A thick eyebrow arched as Maks waited, the hint of a smile curving that irritatingly distracting mouth. Movie-star handsome, as Piper had put it. Classic good looks, or something adjacent to it, certain features too unique or too imperfect to encapsulate the men of Hollywood's heyday. Eyebrows a touch too thick, nose a touch too strong, the fine line of a scar tracing over the corner of his lips, and RJ hated how much he liked to look at the bast--the ass--the…

 There's no helping this one, Duncan.

 Especially because Maks kept wearing that ridiculous outfit.

 "I get why Preston wears the fancy hat and period clothing, but uh… kinda seems like a bit much, don't you think?"

 And Maks tilted his head, eyebrow arching higher and -- yep, definitely smirking now. 

 RJ wasn't sure if he wanted to wipe that smile off his face with caustic remarks or his own mouth. 

 "Maybe I like fancy hats."

 "You can't be serious."

 "You have a bit of fancy hat yourself, you know."

 "Uhh, okay, no, this is a good hat, alright? Not too eye-catching, not trying to make a statement. Simple."

 "My tri-corner hat isn't simple?"

 "It's a tri-corner hat and you're dressed like a godd-- a gosh darn founding father."

 "Nonsense," Maks scoffed. "I don't have a single powdered wig."

 "Maybe you weren't liked enough to get elected to government," RJ shot back, but this only made Maks laugh. 

 Which was a problem, really, because Maks's laughter had an annoying tendency to vibrate through his chest, warm and rich, like something you'd wanna curl up in on a cold night. 

 "I think," Maks went on after a moment. He hefted himself to his feet, brushing off those completely impractical pants and that equally impractical waistcoat. "The answer is actually pretty obvious."

 RJ scowled, folding his arms over his chest.

 "Yeah? Alright, enlighten me, hotshot."

 Maks straightened, adjusting his hat before turning to him. He widened his eyes for effect.

 "I'm a man out of time."

 RJ stared at him. 

 "I hate you."

 "And yet…" His eyes crinkled in the corners when he smiled like that, and RJ tried his best not to notice. "You're still here."

 "Caps'll make you do weird things like that."

 "Uh-huh."

 He clapped RJ on the shoulder as he walked past. RJ fought not to turn around and watch him leave. 

 Certain views weren't going to help his resolve any, and he wasn't about to give Maks the satisfaction of knowing the stupid outfit did, in fact, look good on him. 

#my writing #Maksim Ovalle #Maks #male sole survivor #MacCready #RJ MacCready #it's maks and mac so imma call him RJ for my own sake

[plague-doctor-87]

Journal Part 1

Just a little two-shot of if Hunk learned about Pidge’s secret back at the Garrison. Hinted Plance.

- - -

Hunk sat on the edge of his bed and took off his shoes. Lance and Pidge went down to the cafeteria to get some dinner. As much as Hunk would have wanted to eat, pilot training pushed him past his limit and he threw up more than ever before. Food was the last thing he wanted at that moment. So he decided he needed to just take his mind off of it.

He looked around the room searching for something to distract him other than his homework. Back at home, he could always find something to do like working on junker cars or bake with his mom. He eventually looked over at Pidge’s bed. There was a pile of dirty clothes and his pillows sprawled all over. Pidge was certainly a messy guy. Hunk often woke up late at night to the bright light and fast typing of Pidge on his laptop. However, Hunk noticed something he hadn’t before. On the bed was a book with “Journal” written over it.

Hunk knew he shouldn’t sneak into other people’s things, but Pidge was particularly secretive. He never wanted to just hang out with Hunk or Lance. Instead, he’d rather stay couped up in his room and only leave for meals, classes, or training. Pidge was so secretive in fact that Hunk decided to creep over to the bed and take a peek in the journal just to see what he’s hiding. He ended up turning to a page from a few weeks ago. Pidge’s handwriting was scratchy, but Hunk read:

“It’s been months since dad and Matt went missing. I’ve never seen my mom so depressed. She’s trying to be brave for my sake, but it’s taking a toll on her. Today, I managed to get back into the Garrison. This time, disguised as a boy. Both of my roommates are troublemakers, especially Lance, but as long as I don’t become their partner in crime, I’ll be fine. I also managed to sneak on my self-built computer specifically designed to track down anything that could lead me to my father and brother. It still needs work and I haven’t really taken it out and tested it, but I can do that at some point. For now, I need to focus on blending in and not getting caught by Iverson. Until next time, Katie Holt.”

Hunk could barely process what he read. Katie? Is Pidge really a girl? Is she really sneaking in here to hack into the Garrison? The name Holt sounds familiar... wasn’t that the name of two of the pi-

“What are you doing?”

Hunk turned around at the sound of Pidge’s voice through the doorway. The lights were off in the dorm, but Hunk could see the small silhouette of Pidge and a shiny circular glare on her glasses.

Hunk tried to come up with an excuse, but all that came out was, “I uhh... I was jus-“

Pidge looked down to see the journal opened in Hunk’s hands. “Don’t tell me you read that!” She said as she marched towards Hunk and snatched the journal out of his hands. She stared at the book as if it was her only lifeline for what seemed like an eternity. Her glasses began to fog up. She sat herself down next to Hunk and began to start sobbing.

Hunk didn’t quite know what to do. He was still processing everything. He sat down next to her and started rubbing her back to try and calm her down. Eventually, Pidge leaned against him for comfort. They sat there in silence with only the sound of Pidge’s sobs every few seconds. She slowly grew quiet. Her breathing was still uneven, but she could start thinking again. Hunk was the first to break the silence.

“So do I call you Katie now?”

Pidge didn’t hesitate to reply. “No. Just call me Pidge. If the Garrison find that I’m Sam Holt’s daughter, I’d be breaking the law.”

“I see.” He pauses. “And what about Lance?”

“What about him?” Pidge looked up at Hunk.

“Well, should he know?”

Pidge’s face turned red. Hunk couldn’t tell if she was blushing or flushed with anger. She stated, “No! He’s stupid and annoying and would just ruin everything.”

Hunk was a little offended by how rude Pidge was to his friend. Lance isn’t that bad. Sure he occasionally made a stupid mistake and talked with way too many girls, but at least Lance was loyal to his friends and family.

“Okay,” he replied, “Lance honestly isn’t that bad, but I won’t fight with you when you say he may blow your cover.”

Silence ensued. Hunk was the one to break the silence again.

“So you really care for them. Your family?”

Pidge breathes in through her nose and out through her mouth. Her voice cracked, “More than anything.”

“I’m sure you’ll get them back somehow. I know we barely know each other, but I can sense that you’re a fighter. Don’t give that up.”

“Thanks...” She sniffles a bit.

“Sooo... uhhh...” Hunk tried to pick up the mood a bit. “What’s it like to have Samuel Holt as a father?”

She lets out an airy laugh, “I mean, I don’t have any other father to compare him to... I guess he’s very supportive of me and my desires. He only sometimes got mad at me and Matt. One time, him and I were melting magnesium in the kitchen and burned the counters because of how hot it got.” She paused for a moment. “He’d call me Kit-Kat.”

“Did someone say Kit-Kats? Because I have not had those in forever!” Lance walked in and looked around to find Hunk and Pidge on Pidge’s bed. “Am I interrupting something?”

Pidge blushes and replied quickly, “Nope! I was just talking to Hunk about... the dangers of dihydrogen monoxide...”

“Yep!” Hunk knew what she meant and played along. “Have you seen what it does to piping? Imagine what it does to your insides!”

Lance clearly didn’t know that they were joking about water, but tried to play along, “Haha yeah... I’m glad I’ve never had any of that before.”

Pidge and Hunk looked at each other and laughed. They knew they would be great friends.

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I hope you enjoyed it! Voltron may be ending soon, but this fandom better not die out. Thanks!

#vld #voltron #voltron pidge #voltron hunk #voltron lance #plance #pidgance #voltron angst #voltron garrison