15 Works by ProfessionalMess
Listing Works
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Coran blissfully didn’t comment on Lance’s out of character visit, just greeted him with a wide grin and a wave. “Lance, my boy! What can I get for you?”
That, actually, was a good question. For once in his life, Lance didn’t want to see the swirling whites and blues of his usual One Night In Bangkok. One Night’s were bright and beautiful and hopeful, and at the moment, that wasn’t how Lance felt. He felt…
He felt like the sound of the door banging open behind him, like the sound of rapid footsteps and rustling fabric and a chair being pulled out too fast, too loud, all before Lance’s brain caught up with the situation and urged him to turn around. The sight of Dark Haired Hottie slumped over a table and desperately trying to hide his face and the slight shake of his shoulders was a bittersweet one. Something in Lance’s chest sang at the sight of him while something else broke, cracked, shattered. It was clear something had happened, and Hottie was desperately trying to hide it, and Lance felt a similar sort of desperation rise up in him as he turned back around and met Coran’s eyes. Against all preconceived odds they’d both found themselves here, and Lance wasn’t about to let an opportunity like that pass by.
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debit or credit by ProfessionalMess for thatsformetoknow
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
14 Feb 2020
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Usually, the snippets of memories Shiro was allowed to see from Kano’s adventures every night were nothing extraordinary. There were flashes of black-blue sky, flashes of the brown-orange concrete lit by orange street lamps, flashes of other animals and stumbling human feet at a distance and occasionally the blue-black green-black of a dumpster when he went foraging. But lately, they’d been different. Lately, they’d been flashes of the same half-lit alleyway, the same milk crate, the same rusted metal backdoor. There’d been flashes of red and white checkered food trays and the same pair of beat up sneakers, fond memories of warm, brown hands and kind, brown eyes. It felt so familiar to him, everything about it. The memories danced around behind his eyelids and tingled in the back of his brain, screaming at him that he knew that place and he knew that face and he’d seen of it all before. But he just… couldn’t put his finger on it, no matter how many times he played the snippets over in his brain.
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He waited for days, and no one came.
He waited for weeks, and he never saw another soul.
He waited for months, and watched the human cities creep farther and farther away from the base of his mountain, reaching further into the rich, fertile lands and leaving behind the towering peaks he called home.
He waited for years, and he knew then for sure that they had no interest in him. The humans weren’t coming for him, and it left him lost, confused, without purpose. If the humans didn’t want to slay him, didn’t want to see him dead on the ground, then... what was he supposed to do now?
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or, keith is a dragon that somehow survived a centuries-long war between the humans and the dragons. lance is a human with a little too much curiosity about the stories he's heard.
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- Part 3 of song fics
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name, age, social security number by ProfessionalMess
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
17 Jun 2019
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“You look like you could use this,” the body said, shaking the bottle a little. Keith flicked his eyes upward and stole a glance at the stranger, gleaning an overwhelming amount of information in the bare second he was looking. Keith reached up slowly and took the bottle from the man standing in front of him—maybe a little too close—and was surprised when his hands weren’t shaking. Figures; the one night he didn’t sit in his regular seat, he was approached by a stranger.
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"Ever since he was a little kid, he wanted to explore the ocean. Since his family had lived close to the beach and went as often as they could, the ocean had been one of the first things to capture Matt’s attention and one of the only things to hold it. He was fascinated with the possibilities, amazed by all the things humans didn’t know, enraptured by all the secrets just waiting to be discovered. He wanted to be someone who made a discovery, a person that came to the surface with a breakthrough, and he’d been waiting his entire life for the chance to do it.
And now, a fresh college graduate with a shiny diploma that dubbed him an official marine biologist among other things Matt didn’t find himself rushing into the field."
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aka a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo of their soulmate's favorite thing and some kind of way the universe leads them to each other
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Love is Trouble & Life's A Witch by ProfessionalMess
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
24 Mar 2019
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“So?” Pidge asked as soon as the doors swooshed shut behind them. “What’s the emergency?” Lance sighed, dragging his feet.
“Technically… there isn’t one.” Lance stretched out the beginning of his sentence only to rush the rest, quickly continuing over the sound of Hunk groaning loudly and Pidge yelling, “Lance!”. “However, it’s something that’s very important to me that I don’t want the whole damn castle overhearing, so the courtyard is still appropriate.”
Pidge rolled her eyes as Hunk sighed, both of them sinking onto the bench as Lance came to a stop in front of them, already pacing back and forth.
“Fine, then,” Pidge relented, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why are we out here? I was doing important work with Coran.” Lance scowled at her, curling his fingers into loose fists.
“This is important too! I met a cute boy. Well, I didn’t really meet him, but I saw him, and I know his name and how old he is and everything.”
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Or Lance is a prince, Keith is a witch, Keith is gonna die and Lance has to save him, all prefaced with far too much lead up
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Merry Christmas Cookie by ProfessionalMess for ghostmaya
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
06 Jan 2019
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“What are you doing in my apartment?” the man (Lance was 87% sure he was talking to a man) said, his voice just as distrustful as the look he was throwing Lance’s way.
“I heard the fire alarm and saw the smoke and you didn’t answer when I knocked, so I thought you might, you know, need some help,” Lance explained with an awkward one-shouldered shrug.
“I don’t need help,” he said dismissively, shaking his head as he eyes narrowed further into a look much closer to a defensive glare. Lance knew it was probably supposed to be intimidating, but he thought it really just looked kind of cute.
“You’ve set off the fire alarm four times in the past hour,” Lance said, raising an eyebrow as he slipped his hands into his pockets. “Are you sure you don’t need help? What are you even doing?”
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Keith wasn’t even really sure where the idea came from, and he was absolutely positive it was a bad one. But standing there, chest pressed against Lance’s as they both panted, feeling the sweat drip down his spine as his eyes roamed over Lance’s wild eyes and flushed cheeks, he really wanted to kiss him. And Keith’s only justification for the desire was that maybe the kiss would surprise Lance enough that he stopped fighting and Keith would be able to take him down that way.
And since he failed to voice his plan out loud, there was no one to tell him no.
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"Keith was always confusing, always made of dark colors and hard edges and warmth so hot it burned, but this was especially true when he was drunk. He was expressionless, emotionless, speechless, a being made of empty, unfilled space and silence. Lance was uncertainty and nervous energy, tapping at Keith’s walls and asking for a way inside.
There was nothing Lance hated more than empty, unfilled space and silence, yet there was nothing he wished to have more than Keith."
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Lance gets tied up with a lot of rope and not even in a sexual kind of way, just in a "I walked into a fucking trap" kind of way
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"Um, guys? A little help?" Lance asked, struggling to get out of the tractor beam's grip, resorting to pressing every button on Blue’s control panel in an attempt to bullshit his way out when his calculated attempts got him nowhere.
"Keith, you take the bottom two floors, Pidge cover the next two, Hunk get the top two floors, and Lance and I will each take one in the middle." Shiro continued, seemingly ignoring Lance's call for help.
"Shiro? Allura? Keith? Can someone help me? I'm being sucked into the planet. You know, the one you said we should avoid? Hello? Anyone?"
There was no reply this time, and Lance cursed under his breath as the door to the castle slowly grew farther and farther away. Lance slumped back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
"'Come to this creepy ass planet,' they said. 'I promise you won't die,' they said," Lance mocked, sticking his tongue out at the empty space around him. "I hope my death haunts them for years."
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team voltron gets smashed and plays games together,, emotions ensue
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I thought I was doing what you wanted. Separation, time apart, for the sake of finding each other again. We were supposed to be together again. I would take an unhappy relationship with you over none at all any day, but that's just me, I guess. If you're happy, I'm happy. If you thought it best to move on, then it was. I would never force you to do anything you don't want to do. Live a long and happy life together, Phil. Doctor's orders.
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- Part 2 of song fics
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"You don't look like you're having very much fun," the voice observed, tickling Phil's ear as whoever was behind him spoke.
"How can you tell?" Phil questioned, silently cursing Pj for this interaction. This person was probably going to kill him, or even worse, beat him up, and Pj wasn't even here to stop it.
"Oh, a couple of ways. For one, you're sitting here in the tightest ball you can possibly get your body in without being in the actual fetal position, wearing the biggest frown I've ever seen on anyone. And, secondly, the band that everyone else is here to see just came on stage, and you're staring at an ant." the voice supplied smoothly.
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- Part 1 of song fics
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Leaving For Good (Letters from Lance) by ProfessionalMess
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
30 Nov 2017
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"Dear Paladins of Voltron (and Coran),
If you're reading this, then that means you've forced your way into my bedroom and discovered that I'm no longer in it. It means that you found my computer, and noticed that I left something behind for you. I'm sorry that I couldn't leave something bigger, better, worth your time and effort, but I'm not very good in that area. I don't know how to be... enough."