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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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Keith kind of feels like he’s breaking the law when he steps on the marina.

He’s not, of course. The docks are open to the public, and he is The Public. Well, one of them, anyway. But looking at the myriad of speedboats and yachts parked (parked? Is parked the right word? God, Keith doesn’t know shit about boats), Keith is getting a little nervous. He feels like his shitty credit score is tattooed on his forehead, like a honing beam of judgement for the various rich people he can see drinking on their luxury boats at eleven in the morning because none of them have jobs. What the hell is Lance doing inviting them all on a ‘boat trip’, anyway? Lance sure as shit can’t afford a boat. He probably can’t afford to rent one, either. Keith once witnessed him pay for a single pack of ramen with a ziploc bag of pennies.

Keith stops at the parking spot (??) Lance texted him, glancing down at his phone, squinting, then back up at the boat at spot 93. It’s a decently large boat, but not equipped to live on. It doesn’t necessarily look like a party boat, but not like it’s for fishing, either. It looks, to Keith, like a decently nice boat. Probably a few ten thousand dollars.

Did Lance steal this fucking boat?

No, right? Lance isn’t good at stealing. Well, he’s not good at not getting caught. He’s shit at lying and usually just bats his eyelashes until he gets his way. He’s not even that successful at it. Certainly not successful enough to flirt his way into boat ownership. Probably. There was that time he flirted his way out of a speeding ticket, but still, a boat? That’s —

“Keith! Keith! Hi! Over here!” Keith startles at Lance’s voice, craning his neck over to try and see over the bow of the boat. He knows that tone of Lance’s voice — he’s definitely leaning over something and waving like a lunatic, beaming brightly, brown eyes squinted in his enthusiasm.

“Lance?” Keith calls, smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “Where are you?”

“Behind you, dummy! Turn around! You got the wrong boat!”

Keith whirls around, yelping as he slips in a puddle and his stupid flipflops — he knew he should have ignored Shiro and worn his boots — slide out from under him. He windmills his arms to no avail, landing flat on his ass.

Lance hyena laughs, because he is a horrible jackass who thinks Keith’s pain is funny.

Resisting the urge to roll off the dock and drown himself in the marina (if only because he can see some really long seaweed growing in the water and the idea of it touching his legs or something makes him want to throw up) Keith pulls himself to his feet.

“Let me up,” he grouches.

Lance wipes a fake tear from his eye, tossing down an honest-to-god rope ladder. “Oh, that was the good stuff. Hey, buddy, do you maybe want to trip again? I could use the laugh.”

“I’m gonna strangle you with this rope the second I get up there.”

“Mhm. Sure, Mullet. Mutiny your captain.”

“Ha!” Keith swings his legs over the side of the boat, pulling it up after him. “You’re no captain, you dork.”

Lance sticks his tongue out at him. “Am so! My boat, after all.”

Keith accepts Lance’s hug, squeezing back just as tightly. Lance’s hugs are always tight. He hugs like he’s seeing you for the first time in months, like he won’t see you again for ages, like he’s saying it’s-good-to-see-you and hello-goodbye and I’m-going-to-miss-you all in one. It’s intoxicating. It makes Keith want to hold him for eternity.

“Having a boat does not make you a captain,” Keith teases, forcing himself to pull away and act like a normal person. “How’d you get this piece of shit, anyway? No offense.”

Because this boat is kind of a piece of shit, especially compared to the one he was mistakenly in front of earlier. It’s not, like, falling apart or anything, but it’s a little rusty in some parts, and a whole heap smaller. He can stand at one end of the boat and walk maybe fifteen steps to the other end, straight across. The end he’s on has a cooler — filled with booze if he knows Lance, and he’d like to think he does — and some crates of what Keith can only assume is boat equipment (again, Keith doesn’t know shit about boats). The other end has the steering wheel, and dozens and dozens of pillows and blankets at the base of it. The inner walls of the boat have several cute paintings, ranging from silly doodles that are painted with the confident hand of a child and beautifully intricate landscapes.

Lance smiles again when he sees where Keith is looking, running gentle fingertips over a blocky drawing of some imagined creature.

“Veronica got this project boat with her ex girlfriend forever ago,” he explains. “It didn’t work when they got it. It didn’t even have an engine. She’s been rebuilding it forever, and I’ve been helping!”

Keith grins. “You mean you’ve been handing her tools and running errands?”

Lance glares. “I — did other things! I painted it!”

“That’s true,” Keith admits. He glances at the many paintings again, colourful and bright and dorky. “They’re nice.”

“Nice,” Lance scoffs, but there’s no hurt in his voice. “This boat could be in the Louvre!”

Keith has to physically shove down the gooey shit he wants to say to that. It’s not easy. His brain is annoying.

“Where’s everyone else?” he says instead. “I’m never the first person to these things.”

For the first time since Keith arrived, Lance starts to look a little troubled. “I was going to ask you that, actually. Hunk said he and Pidge were going to meet up at your’s and Shiro’s house? And Allura and Shiro have barely spent a day apart since they started that project at work, so I figured she was coming with you guys.”

“I thought the team was meeting up with you,” Keith says slowly. “Shiro left before me.”

For the briefest of seconds, Lance’s face collapses into something absolutely crestfallen. Just as quickly it shutters, and his eyes dull as he physically forces a pleasant look on his face.

“I’m sure they’re on their way,” he says. “I’ll call them, maybe they —”

Something uncomfortable begins to churn in Keith’s stomach. “Lance —”

“—hopefully they’re all okay —”

“Lance, maybe —”

“Hey, Lance!”

Pidge sounds downright giggly, which is beyond unusual. Keith can’t remember the last time he described Pidge as giggly. Maniacal, sure, sweet even — occasionally, Keith might add — but never giggly.

Immediately he’s suspicious.

“Hey, Pidge,” Lance says. There’s so much hope in his voice that it’s painful to hear. “You on your way over?”

There’s rustling over the phone, and a muffled hey, no pushing!, then some more rustling.

“We actually can’t make it,” someone says apologetically.

The crestfallen look is back on Lance’s face, and this time he can’t quite fight it off.

Hunk continues, totally oblivious. “This huge thing came up at work, so me and Pidge are swamped, and we figured if we couldn’t make it then it wouldn’t be a whole crew thing, so Shiro and Allura figured it would be best to finish their project too —”

“That’s fine,” Lance says. His voice is reedy. He hangs up in the middle of Hunk promising to reschedule sometime soon. The muffled bang of his phone hitting the wooden floorboards is deafening, a million times louder than the waves beating softly up against the side of the boat. Keith is completely frozen where he stands, looking at Lance with wide eyes.

What the fuck was that? Never in the time that he has known them has any one of his friends been so…callous. He’s spent his whole life measuring himself to Shiro’s example, for fuck’s sake. He’s always been proud to have friends as good as his, because they are good: good friends, good people. Sure, they’re all a little weird and scatterbrained and all over the place, but they’ve never blatantly blown someone off before. Especially not Lance; not when he’s been planning something for them for weeks. He’s hardly talked about anything else, even if he wouldn’t tell them any details so as not to spoil the surprise. He practically glowed every time he had the chance to bring it up, and that’s not just Keith’s opinion.

“Lance,” Keith tries, walking over to where he stands, motionless at the helm. He doesn’t so much as twitch at Keith’s voice, as if he doesn’t hear him. “Lance?” Keith tries again, hesitantly putting a hand on his arm. Lance startles at the touch. He looks lost for a moment, then he plasters that same plasticly pleasant look on his face.

“Lance,” Keith says again, for the third time in a row. It’s pleading, this time. Please don’t pull that with me.

But Keith doesn’t have the words for that, so Lance doesn’t hear it.

“I suppose I wouldn’t mind taking this trip with just you,” Lance says, puffing out his chest in that bravado way of his he does when he’s trying his hardest to be obnoxious. “I mean, the stink of your mullet is a little suffocating, but I think I’ll manage.”

Beginning to feel like a broken record, Keith says his name again. He can’t quite keep the hurt out of his voice, for Lance and for him, really. It feels almost like a betrayal, like everyone would let then down like this, without so much as a word of apology. He can’t imagine how upset Lance must truly be.

“Unless you have somewhere to be, too?” Lance says loudly, cutting him off. His expression hasn’t changed, but there’s something almost pleading in his eyes, like he’s begging Keith to drop it, to take the bait, to change to subject.

Keith is most definitely reading into things. But he changes the subject anyway.

He raises an eyebrow, decking Lance in the shoulder. “I’m not the stinky one, Mr Axe Body Spray.”

“I have never used Axe in my life!” Lance shrieks, incensed. Some genuine incredulousness bleeds into his voice, which is both relieving and gratifying — it’s good to know that Keith can rely on his ability to rile Lance up in one sentence. “It’s a tasteful designer cologne that Rachel gets me for Christmas every year because she has no idea how to buy presents for people!”

“Yeah, that you fuckin’ bathe in.”

“I put a little bit on my wrists and neck, you jackass —”

“— and your arms and legs and face and hair and —”

“I am going to shove you overboard to be eaten by orcas, you shithead.”

“Yeah, yeah. You gonna take me on this boat ride you promised, or are you gonna keep stalling?”

Rolling his eyes and grumbling, Lance starts the engine, clumsily guiding the boat out of its parking spot (?????) and starting out to open sea. After sailing them far enough that they nearly lose sight of shore, Lance kills the engine, dragging the cooler over to the nest of pillows.

“I bought half the liquor store,” he says, voice muffled as he ruffles through it. “You see, the original intent was to get all six of us plastered, and getting Hunk plastered is both difficult and expensive.” He sounds a strange mix of bitter and amused, which Keith feels is understandable. He finally finds what he’s looking for, bottles clinking as he yanks two out. “I hate vodka, and since Pidge isn’t here to clown me for it, I’m drinking this entire bottle of bellini instead. I brought you scotch, since you are the soul of an angsty cowboy trapped in the body of an annoying nerd.”

Keith takes the offered bottle. He recognises the brand — it’s cheap, it’s gross, and it’s fucking concentrated. He takes a swig and gags.

“Lance, this shit tastes like gasoline.”

He bottle of something hits him in the chest, hard.

“Ow!”

“Gatorade! I thought ahead!”

Sure enough, Lance has thrown — rudely — to him a half litre bottle of red Gatorade, Keith’s favourite.

“It’s double smart, because not only does it make alcohol taste less shit, but it’s got electrolytes so you won’t get a hangover.”

Keith tilts his head questioningly. “That doesn’t sound right.”

“Works for me,” Lance says, shrugging.

“Yeah, but you get drunk off two shots, twig boy. Fuck, you’re already tipsy and you’ve only had a third of that bottle.”

“And this bottle was only eight dollars! Hell yeah to me!”

Keith snorts, clinking his bottle with Lance’s and taking a swig, chasing it down with the Gatorade.

He makes a face. Unfortunately instead of making the scotch taste better, the scotch is making the Gatorade taste worst. Ugh.

“Oh, hey, I almost forgot the music! I brought your favourite album too, emo boy.”

Lance scrambles to his feet, tripping immediately on one of the many pillows. Keith surges forward, thrusting his arm around Lance’s chest, barely keeping him from faceplanting on the floor.

“Jesus, Lance. You’re the worst lightweight I’ve ever met.”

Lance giggles. The tension that had strung his shoulders after the call as melted away, at least a little. Keith doesn’t even feel the buzz of the alcohol yet, but he’s definitely feeling a little looser.

“How about you sit down, huh? You’re gonna fall on your face. Did you eat today? You don’t usually get this tipsy so easy.”

Lance squints, thinking for a minute. “Fuck, no. I made myself eggs this morning but then Sylvio was late to ballet and Lisa had already left to take Nadia to football so I had to take him and by the time I got back I barely had enough time to pack everything and get to the boat and —”

“Lance,” Keith interrupts, amused. “Get some of the food from the cooler. I’ll get the music. Where’s all the stuff?”

“Second crate,” Lance says, mouth full. Gross. “The one with the Moana stickers.”

Keith takes another swig of scotch, makes a face, and then sets it down, ambling over to the box. Between the waves gently rocking the boat and the slight heaviness of his limbs that he’s starting to feel, he barely makes it without tripping just as much as Lance would have, but hey. He successfully conned Lance out of picking the music, so who’s the real winner here?

“Lance, you pretentious indie dweeb!” Keith exclaims, laughing. In the box is a bright pink Bratz CD player that he no doubt stole from the back of one of his sister’s closets, and a stack of maybe forty CDs.

“Physical media rules!” Lance cheers. “Fuck subscriptions!”

Rolling his eyes fondly, Keith locates the album Lance was talking about, loading it into the disc drive and pressing play.

The future is bulletproof, the aftermath is secondary…

He carefully nudges up the handle, trying carefully to walk with the waves so he doesn’t drop Lance’s player as he brings it back to the pillow nest.

“I think you’re actually just too broke to afford Spotify, dude.”

Lance shrugs. “Eh, that’s part of it.” He tosses the last bite of his sandwich in his mouth, washing it down with another gulp of bubbling peach wine right from the bottle. Keith follows his example, making a face again, because Lord above the Gatorade does not help at all.

“Yeah? What’s the other part?”

“You sure you want to know?” Lance asks, setting down his wine and scooching closer to Keith. He crosses his legs and puts his hands in his lap, leaning forward, dark eyes wide and expression serious.

Keith nods, intrigued.

Lance’s eyes turn mischievous. “Well, you see, my favourite music is garbage pop music.”

Keith has been in the car with Lance before. He’s well aware. He’s heard more Kesha and Justin Bieber than any one person should ever have to, and he even likes their music well enough. Lance is just insane.

“Believe me, I’m aware.”

“And as you may also be aware, I am contractually obligated to be the most annoying person in any room.”

Keith snorts. “Okay?”

“Think about it, doofus. When I pull out the CDs, all the pop lovers roll their eyes, because they think I’m a pretentious indie asshole.” He gestures to Keith, referencing his earlier comment. “Exhibit A.”

“…Fair. Carry on.”

“But when whatever badly dubbed party music I’m in the mood for starts blaring from my speakers, all the indie people think I’m a poser! It’s a win-win.”

Keith laughs outright. He knows the exact kind of indie people Lance is talking about, and just imagining their scandalized faces is funny.

“No one pisses people off quite like you, Lance McClain. I’ll give you that.”

Lance preens. “Thank you. It’s a gift.”

They work their way through their respective bottles, and then they split a cooler, both of them well past tipsy by the time the album ends. Lance wobbles over to his CD selection and ruffles through for what feels like ages, whooping when he finds what he’s looking for. He flashes to case at Keith, showing ‘KARAOKE TUNEZ’ written in Lance’s loopy handwriting.

“No way,” Keith protests, although not very hard.

“Yes way!” Lance insists. He grips onto the steering wheel, heaving himself up. The boat lunches slightly, making them both laugh, but finally he’s steady on his feet — or at least as steady as you can be while drunk — just as Taylor Swift’s Love Story starts blaring. He grabs Keith’s hands and pulls him up, and both of them almost go tumbling again, but they manage to stay upright, leaning on each other and laughing themselves stupid.

“We don’t need them!” Lance yells as the banjos go off. Keith is so plastered that he barely remembers who Lance is talking about. It takes him a solid thirty seconds to remember that there were supposed to be four other people on this boat, drinking all this booze, and Keith and Lance have plowed their way through a good half of it on their own. Oops. “Sing louder, country boy!”

Keith does. He sings himself hoarse, actually, as Lance’s mixtape clicks through every great song from the last forty years, dancing around and shaking his head and revelling in the fact that there’s no one there to watch him. No one but Lance, who’s pretending to throw dollar bills at him.

It’s the most fun he’s had in ages.

He stops drinking at some point — not by choice, but something bumps the side of the boat and his bottle goes flying — but by then it doesn’t matter. He’s so plastered that everything is glowing and warm and fantastic and he’s dancing with Lance and he can’t remember what feeling bad looks like, or why he’d even bother in the first place. All he cares about is watching the sun go down, cheering with Lance as it does, then dancing around with him in drunken circles until one of them trips, dragging them both on top of the pillow next in a giggling mess.

“Let’s just stay here for a while,” Lance suggests. His voice is so slurred that it sounds more like Lez jussay ere for whi’, but Keith thinks he’s got it. “The stars are nice.”

Keith snorts. “Sure. Stars. Not because you can’t stand, or anything.”

“I can so stand!” Lance protests, but he’s laughing too much for any true argument to come through. “Lemme — I’ll show you!”

“Sit down, dumbass,” Keith says, grabbing his shirt and yanking him back down. “You’re gonna go overboard and drown. Just — lay back with me a while.”

Lance looks at him a while, squinted look fading into something more open and relaxed the longer he stares. The lights on the boat are dim, but the darkness around them is so deep that they get swallowed up. Under the stars, Lance’s eyes are so brown and glossy they’re black, blacker than the ocean. Keith feels there’s a bigger danger drowning in them than in the sea.

“Okay,” Lance says softly. There’s a flash of his teeth as he smiles. Keith watches as his silhouette flops backwards on the pillows, arms resting in a heap around his head, beat-up pink converse slapping the ground as he relaxes his legs.

Keith takes a few more seconds to look at him. There’s not much to see, illuminated by the tiny lights in the boat, but Keith takes a moment anyway.

A hand shoots up, very narrowly missing smacking him straight in his nose. Long fingers curl tightly around the collar of his loosely-buttoned shirt and the next thing he knows he’s being yanked down, yelping.

“I’m not lying here alone, Mullet-head. This is a party.”

“Yeesh, okay, I’m coming.”

Lance doesn’t say anything more, bar a quiet huff of amusement, as Keith settles next to him. They lie in silence next to each other, their earlier energy slowly cooling down, just watching the stars, rocked by the gentle waves.

Keith is out like a light in twenty minutes.

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When Keith wakes, three horrible things hit him at once: his head pounds, his mouth tastes like rotten fish marinating in dog shit, and everything around him is so, so goddamn bright it honestly feels kind of targeted. Fuck the sun.

“Lance, I hate you,” Keith mumbles, because he feels like blaming Lance is a safe bet. He squints until he locates the asshole in question, who is curled up with all of the pillows — which explains why Keith is currently laying on the cold hard floor — and still sleeping peacefully.

Ugh. How dare he.

Cursing, Keith drags himself to his feet, having to pause for a while on his knees to orient himself and fight down the nausea. When he’s finally upright, he stumbles over to the cooler, thankfully still cold, and gulps down the first water bottle he gets his hands on in three seconds. His next bottle he drinks a little more carefully, swishing the water around his mouth to substitute for brushing his teeth until they can get back to shore.

Once he actually starts to feel like a person again, complete with rational, semi-linear thought process, he looks around himself with fresh eyes. They’re a lot… farther out than he thought they were, but he figures everyone feels like that once the shore is out of eyesight. They can’t be too far, the boat’s gas tank isn’t all that big. They don’t seem to have lost anything overboard while drunk and dumb, which is good. He sees all three crates from before they left, and the cooler is obviously still here. Lance is still actively hogging every single one of the pillows, a couple blankets as well, totally dead to the world. Keith checks his phone, noting with a sigh of relief that he still has about half battery life, and it’s not even that late in the day — ten o’clock; plenty of time to ride home and recalibrate before work tomorrow. All is well.

He finishes his second water bottle, tossing the empty plastic back into the cooler for lack of other places to put it, and stumbles back over to the helm and the pillow pile.

“Lance,” he tries, poking him half-heartedly. “Time to wake up.”

Lance groans, grabbing one of the numerous pillows and shoving it over his head.

“Oh, come on. It’s ten in the morning. You’ve had a ton of time to sleep. Time to go home.”

“Keith, fuck off.”

Keith will deny the automatic quirk of his lips at Lance’s gravelly, sleep-heavy voice, along with the immediate and reflective satisfaction that bubbles up when Lance is annoyed.

It’s his own brain. He’s allowed to think and feel whatever the hell he wants in his own brain, and it doesn’t have to mean anything.

“If you get up now, I promise to let you have first pick of the leftover sandwiches.”

There’s a pause, considering, and then a long, drawn-out groan as Lance bitchily unburies himself from the pillow pile and crawls over to the cooler.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” Keith mutters, grinning.

It takes Lance’s zombie ass twice as long as it took Keith to wake up, because Lance is the most vampiric person Keith knows. The only time he ever sees the sunrise is when he just decides not to sleep through the night. Keith doesn’t think he’s woken up before eleven in years.

“Ready to head back?” Keith asks, once some of the life has returned to Lance’s eyes. He only grunts in reply, but that’s not a huge surprise. It’ll be another forty minutes until Lance can make himself speak again.

Keith settles against the side of the boat, rearranging the pillows so he can sit comfortably and dick around on his phone while Lance steers them back to shore. There’s no signal this far out, so he just ends up switching between cleaning out his camera roll and playing Temple Run as discreetly as he can, because he and Lance have a lowkey competition going on for this game for the past three years now, and Keith will not lose. Lance may currently have the upper hand but not for long, baby, because Keith has —

“Shit,” Lance says, very very quietly, and Keith feels dread pool in his stomach like a rock.

“Lance?” he questions, and inconspicuously as possible. “All good?”

“Fine,” Lance says, only his voice sounds very high-pitched and not fine, because Lance is a garbage liar. “Everything is manageable. No need to worry.”

Keith abandons his game, looking up to give Lance his full attention. He’s got one hand white-knuckling the steering wheel, despite the calmness of the waves, and the other jamming a bunch of buttons on a little device. His face is grey in panic.

“Lance, tell me what’s wrong.” He tries his best to keep his tone even and calm, but it doesn’t go well. The panic wells up in him and it wells up fast, because he can see nothing but blue skies and sea and the captain of the goddamn boat he’s on is looking like he’s on death row.

“Well, it’s all fine, really, but the thing is that the GPS is doing its level best to tell us where we are and it’s having a bit of a moment. A struggle, if you will. Honestly not that big of —”

“Lance,” Keith interrupts, sealing back the bile in his throat, “please tell me we’re not fucking lost.”

Lance laughs, high-pitched and humourless and scared. “Sure,” he says, once he’s gotten ahold of himself. “I won’t tell you.”

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copyquat · 9 months

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Having lightcannon feelings so may i present you with:

Random SG Lightcannon Headcanons From Someone Who Has Never Read Official SG Material (aka, me ranting about how these two exist rent free in my head)

-they go to a private school. this is only really important because i really like the idea of jinx calculating exactly how much effort she needs to put in to stay in the same school as lux while doing as little as possible

-jinx is still the smartest person in class though and it kinda bugs lux that she puts so much effort in to her schooling while jinx puts the absolute minimum knowing she could easily have as good if not better grades

-on to more actual relationship stuff lux is a lot less uptight with jinx than you’d expect at least before becoming saviors of the planet. jinx is the only person she knows and trusts she doesn’t have to be the perfect child around and having spent so long around jinx she’s developed a bit of a gremlin side

-she has absolutely asked jinx for help sneaking out to watch a movie or go to a concert and has on a lot more than one occasion been a willing accomplice in jinx’s mayhem

-she has also occasionally been the one to instigate the chaos i.e. she sometimes goes up to jinx like “these assholes deserve it how do we get back at them?”

-auntie jinx is so proud

-their relationship starts to deteriorate a bit when they become star guardians, jinx only joined because lux did and they’re joined at the hip (they promised to stay together “till the end of the world” when they were kids) but lux feels the need to be responsible because of they whole protecting the world thing

-jinx has for the longest time only ever cared about staying with lux but lux having daily training and getting on her case for not taking being a star guardian super seriously is starting to bug her

-lux on the other hand is stressed trying to be the perfect child and the perfect leader and started bottling her feelings up, at times lashing out at jinx cause she’s unfortunately an easy target (she always regrets it immediately if not soon after doing so) and is also maybe having a bit of gay panic when jinx disappears for the first time and she realizes she might like her best friend a bit more than she “should”

-this is not at all made better when ezreal becomes a star guardian and classic jinx jealousy starts to boil up

-on ez i like the idea that while he is interested in lux he eventually realizes “omg these bitches gay” and starts to wingman for them :P

-lux doesn’t realize jinx definitely has feelings for her as well until she has an argument with poppy about how jinx doesn’t care about saving the world. lux insists she does but poppy goes off “no she doesn’t! she cares about you! she joined because YOU did, she keeps coming back cause YOUR STILL HERE, and every time she looks at you she’s got these big stupid lovesick puppy eyes! im sick off watching you two dance around each other just fucking kiss already!”

-lux is flabbergasted at the idea jinx might (definitely) feels the same way but also feels guilty about being the reason jinx put herself in such a dangerous role to begin with

-jinx on the other hand naturally has self worth issues and doesn’t feel she’s good enough for lux and is absolutely terrified of lux not wanting to be her friend anymore

-sometimes after she runs away she has a meltdown terrified that this was the last straw and when she goes back lux will have had enough of her

-but lux can’t ever get enough of jinx though of course. they’re best friends after all and they promised they’d be together forever, till the end of the world…

-some other minor things when lux can get mimi into not a wand form she joins shiro and kuro’s mischief making and is unnaturally fine with whatever the balls of chaos do (i wonder who this is supposed to represent :P)

-i like the idea of vi having purple hair in the sg universe since most characters have different hair colors and i think itd be funny for sg vi and jinx to have swapped their canon hair color hues and also it still fits with her name

-i also like the idea of before vi eventually shows back up into jinx’s life cait is kinda a big sister for jinx

-she’s a local cop and once helped jinx with a panic attack when she was younger and now has a soft spot for her despite her many many trouble making misadventures

-when jinx was moving in with her team she had to carry all her stuff on foot cause she doesn’t have a car and cait saw her and offered to help

-jinx ended up being the first one fully moved in and absolutely rubbed it in poppy’s face :P

#jinx lol #lux lol #star guardian #sg jinx #sg lux #lightcannon #random thoughts #sorry if this doesnt fit into canon but this has been on my mind for awhile and i needed it out #they have infested my brain #*affectionate #league of lesbians #arcane #jinx #lux #league of legends

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silentwillowwhisperer · 1 year

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Don't Start Now

This is after the events of s8

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For some reason, my brain can picture Keith singing Don't Start Now at the top of his lungs when Lance tries to ask him out after Allura dies.

Like, yes of course he still has feelings for Lance, but the fact that he only noticed Keith after Allura is gone hurts a lot.

So Keith makes the spontaneous decision to start singing at the top of his lungs. Lance just stares at him in shock and awe, and Keith gets the feeling that Lance is even more determined to go out with him now.

He should have remembered that Lance loves Dua Lipa's music.

They end up in an all out 'please date me' war of random pop songs.

Lance randomly pops into the room one day while Keith is talking to Shiro, and he yells the chorus of Heat Waves.

Lance's songs- Shower, Halo, For Him, Make You Mine, Talk Too Much, Delicate, etc.

Keith's Songs- Crush Culture, I Knew You Were Trouble, Flowers, Bad Blood, We Are Never Getting Back Together, FRIENDS, etc. (Taylor Swift was very helpful, he can now sing most of her songs by heart.)

And the worst part is, Keith realizes that he does really want to date Lance now. It's kind of hard to ignore the gay panics when your crush sings love songs to you while staring soulfully into your eyes.

This is literally the stuff of Keith's dreams.

They're sitting on the couch with the rest of the team, watching some really cringey Altean rom-com. Although they have all diverged onto different paths, they meet up regularly.

When the credits roll, Keith starts to sing again. His voice is sore and rough from all of the belting he's been doing, but right now it's soft, and under his breath.

Lance turns to him, and he quickly catches on to what Keith is singing.

They completely forget about the rest of the team as they sing Feel It Twice as a duet.

It's perfect for them, and Keith is surprised to find his eyes watering.

Neither of them are looking at each other, but rather at the wall straight ahead.

When they do finish they turn their heads to watch each other's faces.

Lance won't let go of this. He's already lost one partner, he can't let another slip through his fingers.

And looking into Keith's starry eyes, he realizes something.

Allura was beautiful. She was funny. She was witty. But she never Lance this comforting feeling in his stomach, or the longing that is clawing at his throat. They had something together, but Allura barely glanced at him, she shrugged him off like he was some annoying roach half the time.

That was great, but this is right.

"Please," he whispers. "I'm so sorry that I dismissed you, that I didn't take this chance before. But please, please, please, I just need one chance to prove myself to you. If not, then you can break up with me, never speak to me again. Just one more try."

They both have tears on their faces, but neither cares.

And before they know it, their lips are pressed together, and Lance can feel hope blooming throughout his body like the first flowers in spring.

If Allura was fireworks and the 4th of July, then Keith is warm hugs and wind blowing through trees on a crisp day in fall.

Keith is safety and steadiness.

"Um, cool, glad you guys finally did that. The singing was starting to get on my nerves. Do you, like, need a moment?"

Both men jump apart to see Pidge watching them with an inquiring eyebrow.

Lance stammers while Keith shoves his reddening face into a pillow.

"N-No! You're good! We-We're just gonna-"

Lance can't even finish his sentence before grabbing Keith's hand and dragging him out of the room.

The head up to the observatory, which is a large glass dome which offers a wide view of the milky way above them.

Keith falls asleep being hugged around the waist by Lance.

Apparently being his boyfriend means that Keith is bound to snuggles.

Warm arms around him at all times and plenty of kisses.

Keith can live with that.

#klance #keith kogane #lance vld #lance mcclain #keith vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #vld keith #tawny post

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jalapenobee · 2 years

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So remember when I said that I wrote something and it wasn’t cringe.

Well this is it.

Enjoy.

Or throw yourself off a roof, either is fine.

Questions, teasing, and blackmail

Lance poked his head around the corner into the kitchen, where Pidge and Shiro were leaning on the counter, talking about some new technology Pidge wanted to install to the Castle.

He grinned and walked in, where he could now smell the scent of cookies baking in the oven. Hunk’s doing, probably. “Guys, I kinda need your help.”

They both looked up, Pidge looking bored and Shiro looking concerned. “What is it, Lance?” Shiro asked.

“You guys know Keith better than anyone, right? I mean, Shiro, you’re practically his brother, and Pidge, well, you know everything about everyone.”

Shiro nodded and Pidge shrugged before a smirk formed on her face.

“What does this have to do with Keith? You finally admitting you’re in love with him?”

Lance’s face turned red and he tried to stutter out an answer. “Wha- I’m- I’m not in love! I just- I-”

Pidge and Shiro gave him “the look” and he stopped. “Not exactly. But I wanna know if he likes me back.”

Shiro and Pidge tried their best not to laugh, but did anyway, making Lance confused. They laughed for a full 30 seconds before they regained their composure.

“Lance,” Shiro said, a smile still on his face. “Keith’s been crushing on you ever since the Garrison.”

“Ha! I knew Keith was gay!”

“Yeah!” Pidge added. “He wouldn’t stop talking about you whenever I asked him how his day was.”

“Well, is there anything he really likes?”

The two paladins narrowed their eyes. “The color red.” Pidge suggested.

“Death.”

“Blood.”

“Hot Topic.”

“Weird emo crap.”

Lance managed a sarcastic laugh. “Ha ha ha, very funny. Come on, be real.”

“Alright, alright.” Pidge furrowed her eyebrows and hummed in thought. “He likes hippos.”

“Oh, and-“

“OKAY THANKS GUYS GOTTA GO FIND KEITH BYE” Lance started to run off, when it registered in his brain that Shiro was trying to say something. He walked back.

“What was that?”

Shiro smirked. “Knives.”

Lance rolled his eyes and walked off.

“Keith is on the training deck by the way!” Pidge called after him.

“Thanks Pidge!”

Lance continued his walk to the training deck. On the way, he devised a plan. Act normal, drop a few hints, then full out accuse Keith of liking him. If all went well, Lance would get the perfect reaction and a boyfriend.

And Pidge would get her perfect blackmail. Keith blushing and being flustered?

Premium stuff.

Good thing Lance didn’t notice her and Shiro following him.

After a few minutes of walking and Lance’s nerves acting crazy, he arrived at the training deck to see Keith fighting a gladiator. Lance felt a blush creep up his cheeks as he watched Keith train, mesmerized by the way his hips moved and how perfect his stupid mullet looked today.

“Hey Keith, heard you like hippos!”

Keith stole a quick glance at Lance (rhyme time), but didn’t stop the training sequence. “How did you know that? Only Shiro knows that. And probably Pidge.”

Lance rolled his eyes at Keith’s question. “I asked.”

“Why?”

“Well, there has to be something that the ever-stoic, emo, mullet head Keith Kogane has a soft spot for.”

“I don’t have a soft spot for hippos. I just like them.” At this point, Keith had defeated the gladiator and was ending the sequence. “And don’t say a word about my mullet.”

“And we got to talking about stuff at the Garrison.”

Keith tensed up a little as he walked closer to Lance. Could he…? No, right? “Oh really?” He did his best to keep his voice even.

Now Lance was getting somewhere. “Yeah! And a big black birdie and a small green birdie told me that you had a little crush on someone.”

A blush crept up Keith’s cheeks and he looked away. “It’s nothing, they were, um, straight. It wouldn’t have worked.”

A wide smile slipped onto Lance’s face. “I’m bi, Keith.”

At this point, Keith’s face was bright red. “O-oh really? I didn’t, um, I didn’t know that, haha…” his voice trailed off and his hand went up in his hair.

“Keith, your face is looking kinda weird~”

Keith pursed his lips. Was Lance really going to tease his blush now? Out of all things…

“There’s nothing wrong with my face.”

“Yeah there is.” Lance smirked. “My lips aren’t on it.”

“Wha- Lance!”

Click! Pidge and Shiro were laughing in the corner.

“Pidge!”

So those of you who read till the end, I have also started a Wattpad book and I’ll keep all the future oneshots I write here over there. My profile name is CocoaBee :p and the pfp is a leaf.

Thank you for surviving that long.

Comment your thoughts on this, I’d appreciate the help.

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#voltron #klance #fanfic #vld fanfic #my fics

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What kind of food does the String of Fate cast prefer? And how do they like to dress/what they like to wear?

Let’s see… (The outfits in the actual killing game will be more reflective of their talents. These are the clothes they would wear in a non-despair au)

Kanaye likes foods that either have a lot of carbs or ones that are generally healthy (there is no in between). And he often wears casual t-shirts and shorts when not participating in bike races (while in a race, he wears a blue and green shirt and shorts that have the logo of his home town and racing number).

Yubi has a sensitive tongue so she often eats food that has a mild flavor or temperature. And she usually wears a blouse and skirt or t-shirt and shorts depending on her mood (White shirt and a khaki jacket and khaki shorts when out in the field doing research).

Izanagi likes foods that have a smooth texture, so he loves stuff like soft-serve ice cream or yogurt. He often likes to wear casual but comfortable clothes, but will sometimes put on a jacket and/or tie when he's about to perform.

Daichi likes food that calms the mind, though he does have a not-so-secret love for spicy food (curry in particular). He often wears the ninja uniform of his home village, but now wears a pure black t-shirt, jeans and scarf after leaving the village to attend the Academy for Talented Youth. He also uses a black face mask to conceal the lower half of his face.

Mei loves anything that has peanuts in it due to living in the US before moving back to Japan in order to attend the academy. She'll often wear loose fitting clothes that are easy to move around and breakdance in.

Aya likes sweet food, but has a particular soft spot for mochi/mochi flavored things. She often wears fancy but still somewhat casual clothes. Frilly blouses, skirts, and sundresses are some of her favorites. She also has a pair of glasses.

Katsumi loves mint flavored things. In fact, she often chews mint gum or has a few peppermint candies on hand when not on the ice rink. She has expensive taste when it comes to clothes. She tends to wear things that are either in style or are only affordable by only a select few people (sometimes both).

Haruo usually eats very light food when he's about to perform (can't do an acrobatic performance on a heavy stomach), though he often has either Onigiri or Katsudon when at home. He likes to wear tank tops and shorts. Clothes that are comfortable and easy to breathe in.

Shiro loves curry! Though he usually goes for the more mild variety since he can't really handle spice. He often wears his student uniform, even when at home (which often confuses or annoys his brother, Kuro).

Satoshi is a big fan of comfort food, particularly ramen. He often likes to stop by the local ramen shop and buy a bowl after a long day/night of working at his bar. He usually wears button-up shirts and jeans. A black apron is usually added when at work.

Kana has a preference for sour foods. She often pops a lemon or orange flavored sour candy into her mouth before getting into her race car (she claims it helps keep her focused and energized). Her racing clothes consist of a red and black jacket, pants and helmet (with a black shirt underneath her jacket), while her casual clothes are a t-shirt and jeans.

Misaki loves fruit and fruit flavored things! Candies, drinks, or just fruit on its own. She often wears a cute green ruffled blouse and a black skirt or a sundress with a flower pattern.

Rose loves sweets, especially chocolate! If you give her almost anything that has chocolate, it's a 95% guarantee that she'll love it! She usually wears cutesy looking clothes. Blouses, skirts and short dresses in various shades of pink, red or white.

Madoka often likes to eat seafood (which she finds a bit funny because of her talent as the Ultimate Marine Biologist). She has learned how to make sushi and how to properly prepare and cook fish, crab, oysters and shrimp. She often wears tank tops and shorts, both during and after work.

Tashiro will often eat food that he can easily prepare at home. Cup ramen and tv dinners are usually all he ever eats for dinner before arriving at the academy. He likes to wear t-shirts that have his paranormal investigation service logo on them and a pair of knee-high pants.

Yuri likes different types of pastries. She will often bake scones or sweet buns to go with her tea. She has a wide verity of t-shirts that have images of her favorite horror media on them and several pairs of ripped jeans, but she'll sometimes wear dresses if she's in the mood for it.

Griffin often eats really fancy food (the kind that he would be served back in his castle), but he has a soft-spot for junk food (since his mother and father said that eating junk food is akin to eating peasant food). Despite not liking being seen as royalty, he'll still wear his prince clothes (even though they are a pain to put on and take off).

Kuro has a soft-spot for street food, mainly Yakisoba or Dango. He often wears clothes that are comfortable and will keep him cool since he's often outdoors.

#author answers #star answers #big sis lexi #strings of fate #fanganronpa #fanganronpa cast

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retvenkos · 3 years

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“i hope you know cpr, because you just took my breath away.”

requested OH, BUT I HOPE YOU’RE READY BECAUSE WE’RE ABOUT TO DIVE INTO WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE DATING LANCE MCCLAIN...

— we all know that lance is an incorrigible flirt. so, oh, boy.... the pick up lines that preceded dating and the lines that continue....

there is no way you can avoid the outpouring of love that lance has for you. at any and all moments, he has something to say. even if you’re more on the shy side and really hate the attention, lance will still reach his daily count, only he’ll be more subtle - whispering pick up lines in your ear so he can see you blush, or catching you when you’re alone and spilling his heart.

— he just can’t contain it! and honestly,,,,, you grow to like it better when he doesn’t.

and all of his pet names for you are really cute, too! you give him one, at some point, and whenever you say it, he just becomes the epitome of heart eyes.

— but what’s funny is that while lance is the absolute most when talking.... he has no idea how to write it all down. he’s definitely tried to write you love letters before, but it always ends up in crumpled sheets of paper and dissatisfied groans. he just doesn’t know how to do it! if he were talking, he’d know exactly what to say, but when the page is before him... it’s like he’s not sure if it will be good enough.

when pidge finds him surrounded by at least twenty pieces of balled of paper, she definitely finds it hilarious.

>> “you mean ‘lance the prolific’ doesn’t know how to write a love letter? aren’t you the same boy who can recite a five paragraph essay about how amazing (y/n) is?”

and when lance awkwardly explains that his feelings of inadequacy, pidge is awkward too.

>> “oh.... well, do you have to write them letters? isn’t saying it enough?”

and maybe it is.

(or maybe, lance gets the great idea that pidge should write love letters for him. i mean,,, pidge is smart, right?

((pidge does not know how to write love letters ~lance style~. it doesn’t end well.))

— asdfghjkl,,, okay, okay, but i think it’s critical that we all understand that lance is really in tune with his and other people’s emotions

like, this boy can sense when someone is having an off day, and for the most part, he’s pretty considerate of that fact and knows how to make things right.

he knows how to give space when you need it, or when it’s time for a hug and some soothing words.

(lance is most definitely a caretaker, so just know that you are in good hands.)

— but also, i hope you are good with emotions too because lance bottles things up like crazy. please, someone talk to lance about how he’s doing because if no one asks... he’ll never mention it.

i think it’s vital that you care for lance. you listen to him and remind him how important he is to you. lance gives me the vibes of someone who desperately wants to be seen and wants to be someone’s choice. if you show him that... well, that’s something special.

— i also think it’s important that we all have a collective understanding that one of lance’s primary love languages is quality time.

you two spend so much time together. (i mean, you’re stuck is space. there’s not much else you can do.)

when you guys are bored, people can usually find you laying on the floor of lance’s room, telling stories about things you miss (lance talks a lot about his family) while putting on face masks or something. you probably tell him all of your most embarrassing stories, and he insists that they’re cute. that you’re cute.

>> “you think so?”

>> “definitely. you’d have to be crazy to not think so.”

>> “well, i think you’re cute, lance. amazing. perfect, even.”

and lance snorts

>> “i mean it!”

and all he can do is smile.

— and ! since you guys are stuck out in space and can’t exactly ask your families for advice on the ~dating~ scene,,,,,, you both bombard shiro.

he’s just a tired dad,,,,,,, he just wants to rest,,,,,,,, but if lance isn’t asking him about what to get you for a gift, you are asking shiro for flirting tips so that you can dish it right back to lance.

shiro tries to tell lance to get keith’s help but keith is like ??? why would you come to me ??? and doesn’t know what to say

(lance eventually ends up asking hunk, and it’s truly the smartest idea ever. hunk is a romantic. you guys just don’t want to see it.)

and you somehow end up asking coran for pick up lines and ohmygod,,,,,, they’re so bad,,,,, lance adores them.

— and i think your relationship is so playful! you definitely train together, and you actually give each other good tips. you also compete. a lot. lance loves a good competition! and besides, don’t you want to see who’s the better pilot? or the better cook? or the better swimmer?

— also! if you’re a massive nerd about something, lance lives for listening to you ramble about something he barely understands. it’s about the excited fire in your eyes. it’s about the intimacy of sharing something so important to your self-concept.

and please listen to lance ramble about his interests. sometimes, he feels like no one ever really sees him as anything more than the flirty one. but if he’s super knowledgeable about something and you ask him questions about it??? he’ll love you forever.

— oh, and lance is big on holding you,,,,,, in any way, shape, or form, he just wants to hold you. that can mean cuddling! hugs! holding hands! interlocking pinkies when you’re standing next to each other on the bridge! he just likes knowing your there. lance will want to put his hand in your back pocket! he will want to do any kind of cheesy, rom-com-esque actions that he can possibly think of.

just wait until allura tells him the cheesy, altean couple things,,,,,,

— but what i also can’t stress enough with lance is that he is always asking you if you are okay with stuff, and it’s honestly goals. please extend the same courtesy back to him, because truly, how often are people asking lance what he wants?

— oh, and you guys work so well in battle together. you always have the other’s back, and while you’re probably not as chatty when you’re being shot at, you probably still get a few comments tossed back and forth.

— and after a fight with the galra? after you’re sore and dead tired? you definitely wander into the lounge, only to find that keith has sprawled out on the couch, so instead of pushing him over or going to your room, you just,,, lay on the floor.

lance walks in, not too long after, and he comes over to you like ??? you okay? and you’re eyes are closed, but you raise a hand in greeting.

>> “i’m fine.”

so lance sits down beside you. for a moment, it’s nice, actually, but then the ground is hard, and honestly, when was the last time someone mopped these?

>> “so... are you always going to lay on the ground after a battle?”

>> “Only the epic ones.”

and lance laughs, but he doesn’t get off of the ground. he doesn’t leave, and instead, he tells you about this amazing save he saw you do. and you smile and tell him about how you saw him heroically save keith

(keith grunts in dismay at that)

and lance looks at you, smiling wide, stars in his eyes, and you both lean in for a kiss.

>> “you taste like sweat,” he mumbles.

you laugh, and he can feel it against his lips

>> “war,” you correct.

>> “you taste like war,” he agrees.

>> “and you taste like heroics.”

>> “and i’m officially out of here,” says keith, clearly traumatized.

and you both laugh because the paladins are just idiots in space (affectionate)

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

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#voltron #vld #lance mcclain #lance mcclain x reader #lance mcclain x you #lance mcclain headcanons #voltron headcanons #voltron imagine #lance mcclain imagine #voltron would include #lance mcclain would include #would include #headcanons #fluff

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romelle · 3 years

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Your hc's are amazing and I keep going back and rereading them alskdjsk do u have any personal favorites? For anyone? Youre just really funny and I love seeing your posts!!

!! that makes me so happy to hear <3 i don't really have any favourites, but since i’m in certain type of a mood, here's some pining lance 😖🌈 ☄👨🏽‍🚀

back at the garrison, shiro would always tell keith that he needs to branch out. keith impulsively decides to deal with this by just saying something to that one cute guy who keeps staring at him, and then being done with it

keith, smiling as he gets out of the simulator: good luck trying to beat my score

lance, who is not at all prepared to deal with the fact that he found that attractive: he thinks he's just SO much better than me, huh? i bet he's trying to intimidate me into crashing. i bet he wants to make me look stupid. well not gonna happen! i'm gonna beat this guy so hard

keith, oblivious: i think that went well. enough branching out for the month.

in the end, lance is so riled up that he does, in fact, crash. thus, the epic (one-sided) rivalry is born.

keith, after the bonding moment: i really thought something would change, but then he said he doesn't even remember

hunk, who has already had a hauntingly similar conversation with lance after they rescued shiro: ah, yes. in the field, we call this a mutual pining slow burn.

as soon as keith does anything even remotely cool lance just. stops working. out of rage, though, of course! how dare keith one-up him

keith: (slides down to expertly avoid the training bot’s blow, jumps back up onto his feet, and slices its head off)

lance: quit showing off, keith!

lance: ...also, entirely unrelated, but can we maybe end the training sequence? i need to sit down, stat.

the night after the lion switch he wakes up at 3am in cold sweat and goes knocking at hunk's door because "oh shit, oh fuck. wake up man. i'm the future mr. red lion. no wait don’t throw me out, this is serious stuff!"

keith, still in his black undersuit, hair dishevelled: good work today, team. everyone feeling alright?

pidge: actually, i think that lance is having some breathing issues

hunk: oh, yeah, it looks pretty bad. keith, as the leader, maybe you should give him a mouth to mouth? just in case

lance: you're both getting your BFF keychains confiscated

keith tries to help him get the hang of his new sword, except lance simply cannot! focus! with keith standing so close to him! the deadly altean broadsword itself is fine, but keith might actually be the end of him

keith, breath warm against lance's neck, not even trying to do anything: think you got it?

lance:

lance: i didn't get a single thing, actually. explain more.

for some reason, which he refuses to explore, lance is ITCHING to see what keith would look like in his jacket. except, you can't exactly just ask your bro to wear your clothes, can you? he has to be sneaky about it

lance, rambling: you know what'd be, like, sooo funny? if you wore my jacket. because...uh. because you're just so short! super short. yeah. haha. i bet it'd look so stupid on you. i bet it'd be huge

keith: ....you're barely two inches taller than me

lance: do you want it or not

keith, already slipping his own jacket off: i don't even care. hand it over

lance talks big game, but the second he catches real feelings it's panic mode time

it probably isn't even that big of a deal, though, right? so what if he thinks keith is moderately attractive and mildly fun to be around! it's not like he wants to run his fingers through his hair while they look at the stars and talk about whatever, or anything. or like he wants to kiss the back of his neck. or hold his stupid hand. or-

also, listen. lance might be handsome, charming, suave and loved by grandmas across the universe, but whenever people actually flirt back with him his primary reaction is (surprised pikachu face)

lance: watch your mouth, mullet

keith: and what if i want to watch yours instead?

lance:

lance: not gonna lie, that's not how this conversation went when i practiced it in the mirror. i am at loss here

shiro and hunk have weekly meetings (read as: support groups) to compile all the details of keith and lance’s respective venting sessions. the general consensus is that once those two finally get their shit together, their hypothetical best men's wedding speeches are going to be a riot

#voltron #klance #vld keith #vld lance #lumi.headcanons

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greenflamedwriter · 3 years

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Shance Prompt

To all the Fanfics I’ll never write. But I don’t want to lose them so here they are.

Filler Episode [#0002]

Ship: Shance- Shiro/Lance

Voltron Au: Return to Earth and Shiro gets back with Adam and Lance is heartbroken of Kuro. Plot oriented.

They land on earth and everything is fine, until Lance see’s Shiro and Adam reunite and feels utterly destroyed. Then to top it off they have a row with the instructors and James is high and mighty and says that they should be in charge of Voltron since they are better candidates.

So Shiro agrees and says if they’re team can pilot the lions then build up to their standards and do better than Pidge, Hunk Keith and Lance and are prepared for the Galra then sure.

All of the team gets denied, except for the Red Lion- it lets James pilot it and Lance now realises how much of a spare part he’s been.

That he would amount to nothing but a cargo pilot.

James is cocky as hell sure- but Lance doesn’t seem too upset like last time- he knew he piloted red because Keith stepped down that he was a fighter pilot because Keith left.

Lance was only here because Keith had to step down, just because of Lance’s ego? No he was so over that.

So Lance turns to James shakes his hand (stopping the arguments as Pidge was yelling at James and was defensive)

Lance tells him, congratulations, he’s sure the team will teach him the ropes and that they should hurry to perfect their team dynamic. He turns to Iverson and says he has background experience on the Galra and has loads of intel to teach the cadets. They need to be ready for war as the Galra will not hold back- so Iverson agrees for Lance to be their informat to teach the class everything he knows.

Well- Iverson doesn’t Agree persay, but tells Lance he expects a module of what he will teach the kids that have to approved by the lectueres, Lance agrees and admits to giving a tour of the Altean Castle and giving his presentation inside.

Shiro is pissed off and ready to fight for Lance to stay but Lance intervenes “Shiro this works out, we need a pilot from the Garrison to be here. By Military standards a former pilot and a few dropouts have no weight or loyalty, they want to make sure Voltron is on their side first.”

“Of course we are! We want to protect earth-”

“But not become dictators like Zarkon- think of this as the accords from Civil war, look it’ll work out once they see what you can do-” And the fact that the country will assume Voltron was some terroist weapon so YEAH they needed to show they had control of Voltron.

“What we can do- Lance you’re a part of this team too!” Lance smiled though it didn’t reach his eyes.

“I know, which is why it’s better to be on the side lines, the Garrison know nothing about the Galra, Altean teach and the things they need to make them stronger, like Bulmarian crystals or Weblums that eat planets, they need to be prepared and they won’t understand a word Coran is saying and Allura is stuck with Voltron since she’s a new member. She and James can learn more together- this works out! I can help speed things along!”

“What about Shiro he can do all that stuff!”

Pidge yelled and Lance shook his head even though Shiro nodded along with her.

“No- Shiro is the senior officer and would be working with Iverson and the other instructors and even Head of state- he’ll have his hands full trying to make sure the freakin army won’t use us as some sort of terrorist threat we can’t afford infighting with other continents when ACTUAL aliens might come out of nowhere and kill us- two pair of hands are better, guys...trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

“Are you really okay with this?”

Lance blinked surprised at the pure venom coming from Keith, Keith glaring right at him and his mouth slipped shut “I- of course, no use beating around the bush, I wasn’t meant to be a fighter pilot. I should accept my loses while I can.”

_____________________________

Iverson and other lectures start chewing Lance out and he snaps.

“To be perfectly candid, Sir. I’ve been to space and seen everything and have more experience with the Galra, the Alteans craft the materials needed such as Balmera and Weblum- Coran and I can teach you all there needs to know about what we are facing, I can give you my intel and what you do with it is up to you and your superiors.”

Iverson grit his teeth “Fine, Cadet. I will let the instructors know about the extra curriculum-”

“Oh these involves them too actually, how about I give you a tour of the Altean Castle- as science officors have to be in depth to replicate Altean technology since they’re much more advance and we need the extra fire power we can get- it would be easier since I can tell them whats what-”

“Fine, Mclain, do whatever you need. Sort out a trial Seminar and we’ll see if it’s appropriate for the cadets.”

Lance does everything, he helps out and ends up taking over, without warning he’s advanced from Cadet to Intruscter to [whatever the ranking system in the military is Idc] and ends up outranking Keith which is funny, he also gets better with the simulations and becomes a really good teacher, he and Iverson suddenly start getting along it’s scary- Lance avoids Shiro/Adam like the plague and just keeps busy.

Meanwhile James is not working well with the team and ends up crashing Voltron, the team have a comparison of when Lance left and knew the difference and were worried James was going to be a problem.

Lance stays behind and becomes a teacher for the Garrison cadets and teachers them about the Weblum, Balmera and goes into detail. Students find out he died, and shit he shows his badass scar-

and then the super dream team!

Romelle! Lance! Matt! Sam! and Shiro all work together to speed up the process to make Earth defendable, they work on the barrier and Lance only manages to get the remaining materials they can get while Shiro and Adam are working on the blueprints for the Atlas.

“Lance?”

Lance turns surprised to see Shiro looking flushed “I...We were thinking of a crew for the Altas.”

“Yeah…?”

Shiro held his gaze “I want you to be on my team, with Coran and the others.”

Lance almost dropped his data pad. “I - what?”

“Lance, you’re good- you would’ve been chosen by Voltron if-”

“But I wasn’t, it’s because I was there, when given the choice Red went to James, I’m just a spare…” Lance goes to walk away, Shiro grabbed his arm. “Are you saying I’m a spare? That I’m wasting my time on Atlas and should let someone like Iverson be in charge of it?”

“What? No! That’s not what I’m saying-”

“Lance maybe you outgrew Voltron, maybe both of us can be more than that, why can’t you see it when I say you’re a good pilot and a great sharpshooter-”

Lance eyes stung but Shiro was on a roll “I would be honoured to have you on my team, if you say no I hope it’ for the right reasons and not because you don’t think you’re good enough.” Shiro squeezed his shoulder “You are good Lance, I couldn’t ask for a finer pilot.”

Shiro left knowing that’s all he had to say, and Lance scrubbed at his face and hurried away, he had reports to deliver.

Lance gets along with Kinkade and James old team, James himself fumes that Lance was able to be flexiable to get along with both teas of Voltron and Mfe’s. Lance is also able to pilot the are fighter and breaks records. Lance is finally more comfortable in his own skin and ends up going to the shooting range with Kinkade, being so flexable makes James irritated.

Lance talks to James and is able to break through to him that being the best isn’t what matters in the grand scheme of things. So Lance talks about James trying to bond with Pidge and the others and that bonding with his fellow cadets is good for the team.

Lance ends up flying red to show James how it’s done.

Lance felt relaxed being back and could feel the content purr and smiled once he landed he walked out seeing James fuming face.

“I would kindly suggest you give me my lion back.” Lance smirked “She’s all yours.”

James took a step forward and yelped when the barrier swooshed down and he slammed into it, he fell back clutching his nose “What!?”

Lance smirked “I don’t think she’s ready to give me up as her pilot.”

Turns to see Shiro, Keith, Pidge and Hunk and Allura watching fondly.

Lance flushed “You guys were right and the lion- she was teaching me a lesson, I wanted to feel like I earned a spot at being her pilot. I wanted to work for it- but I didn’t, the Red Lion accepted me as I was it was me that felt inadequate.”

“I guess you don’t need to be on the Atlas afterall, you’re still needed here I see.” Lance smirked “Hard to be in two places at Once...but it was thanks to you Shiro.”

Shiro flushed and ducked his head.

“Well if you change your mind, the offer still stands.”

Feel free to adopt this fic if you want I guess...

#Shance #Shiro #Lance #Fanfic #What I needed when Voltron ended #Ugh if anyone wants to use this #Voltron #Voltron Legendary defender

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summonerscenarios · 4 years

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Hey, Juno! Your writing has made me realized how much I love the idea of MC just being the careless enigma with no self preservation skills. So I was wondering how would Maria, Hephaestus, and any other character you would want to add react to MC going through busy traffic just to great them. Have a wonderful day and keep being cool! 😊

I’m glad that the absolute chaos that the MC is is getting out there! with some of the stuff they get dragged into it’s so funny to imagine. Kept this one short and sweet so I hope it’s okay~! Andasdfghjkl thank you sm for the kind words they mean the world! ;w; I hope your week is just as amazing as you are~!!

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Maria

You’d asked Maria to meet up with you at a nearby cafe to spend some time together after school hours, and though her time involved with the guild’s affairs and events means that she doesn’t usually give herself the opportunity for a break, you’d finally managed to coax her into coming with some well aimed points and the good ol’ puppy dog eyes. She’s always happy to be with you even if it’s not for very long, so she finds herself looking forward to the date the two of you decided upon with a surprising degree of excitement.

The cafe in question was closer to the missionaries than Shinjuku academy so she isn’t surprised to find out that she’s gotten there before you, there’s still a few minutes before the decided time so she sits down at one of the outside tables waiting for you to arrive before heading inside. It doesn’t take long for you to show up, and at the sound of her name being called Maria rises to her feet and moves to the walkway to find you waving at her with a bright smile from across the street, yelling out a greeting over the roar of the cars coming past.

There’s a crossing not far from the cafe door so she makes a move to approach it, assuming that you’re going to cross the street that way, but the moment she sees your feet leave the pavement to step right out into the road her heart just about leaps right into her throat. The traffic this time of day isn’t as busy as it usually is, but even as you dart across the road she can see your hair and uniform visibly whipping from the wind generated by the cars that zip right past you. The poor woman is clutching her chest tightly by the time you cross over, winded but visibly no worse from wear.

Maria is clearly distressed as she asks you what you were thinking, bringing a hand up to your shoulder so that you look up at her and see the sheer amount of concern on her face. Though her voice is soft spoken like usual she can definitely give a stern talking to when the situation calls for it - she knows that you like to throw yourself into things but she’d rather not add traffic to that list, and though she can’t push you to she asks that you at least take care not to put yourself directly into harm’s way if you can help it. She manages to get you to promise that you’ll try, but she’s still conscious of your penchant for danger so Maria puts the matter to the side for now in favor of enjoying the time that the two of you have left, especially when you grab her hand and lead her to the cafe door switching the conversation to talk of what snacks they have inside.

Hephaestus

You’d given Hephaestus the heads up that you were dropping by the Crafter’s guild for an impromptu visit so he was all too eager to rush out of his workshop and right over to the main road at the guild’s entrance to meet you. In his eagerness he ends up getting there too early, with Talos trailing behind to also come and greet you so he spends a little while watching the people across the street between the buzz of the cars zipping past, anxiously fiddling with his jumpsuit as he tries to catch sight of your head in the crowds passing through.

When he does spot you Heph calls out to you, expression immediately brightening up when he sees you’ve noticed him and have begun ducking through the crowds to close the distance. By the time you finally make it to the road there’s enough space between the car just passing you and the one coming up that you’re pretty sure you can make it, so you don’t even think about darting right between the gap in traffic the moment the opportunity presents itself. Of course it probably would have been a good idea to check the traffic in the other lanes because it quickly becomes apparent that you’re cut off from crossing,waiting for the next opening now acutely away of the cars that speed right past your back. The cars are so close that the noise makes your ears ring but you’re still pretty sure you hear Hephaestus scream, terrified at the sight of you smack in the middle of the road.

A few beats pass before the lane gives you a gap that you’re able to squeeze through and you leap at the chance, only to find that Talos has been sent out to meet you halfway as he plucks you off of your feet and into his arms, taking advantage of the traffic lull to dart back to his creator and place you firmly back onto the safety of the sidewalk. You’re glad to be back on the pavement but you try to assure them both that you could have crossed the rest of the way no problem on your own, however that reassurance doesn’t get you far before Heph swarms you to see if you’re okay practically trembling.

Hephaestus is rambling a mile a minute with how worried he is and the second you’re away from the traffic he’s looking over every inch of you to make sure that not even a hair’s been harmed on your body from the stunt. All he can think about is making sure that you’re not hurt, so much so that scolding you for your recklessness doesn’t even cross his mind in favor of fretting over you. You end up having to repeat multiple times that you’re just fine, even with an exaggerated spin on the spot to prove it before he relents, though his poor heart is still hammering in his chest thinking about what could have happened if the traffic had been just a little bit busier. Let’s just hope he doesn’t find out that you do this kind of thing regularly or else you’ll have Talos assigned to your side for the foreseeable future just to keep you out of harm's way.

Moritaka

When Moritaka’s kendo club concludes for the day he’s grateful for the breeze that hits him as he steps outside, cooling him down after such an intense training session. You’d promised to stay behind to walk back with him to the dorms so by the time he cleans the training room and leaves the school grounds he’s keeping an eye out for you as he walks to the entrance. Students are still filtering out of the school, with many of them finishing up their own after school club activities and heading home or out with friends before curfew, so when he isn’t able to pick you out from the groups of classmates once he’s outside a little part of him worries that you’d forgotten and already traveled back on your own.

You’d spotted Moritaka before he caught sight of you sitting down across the road waiting for him, so naturally you thought that if you got over there quick enough you could get the jump on the therian and give him a bit of a surprise. It was with that thought in mind that you stood up, took in the distance between you, the road, and where Mori was stood waiting and decided that you’d just run right over to meet him. This would have been perfectly fine if the road before you wasn’t choc-full of vehicles, all racing past just as eager to get on with their day as you were and not slowing down for anything other than a traffic light, but then again that had never stopped you before. Stepping into the road itself was easy enough, but dodging cars and jumping back and forth to avoid getting hit? let’s just say if anyone else had tried this they wouldn’t have been nearly as lucky from the sheer amount of vehicles that nearly hit you.

It wasn’t until a particularly close call with a car that he noticed you, the sharp honk of a horn pulling his attention away from the school entrance to the road where the two of you directly locked eyes right before a truck barged past and was just short of knocking you back on your ass from the force. Moritaka yells out your name, and for that brief moment where he can’t see you he’s absolutely terrified at the worse case scenario that pops into his head. He just about drops everything he’s holding in a mixture of disbelief and relief when he spots you again, watching you dive out of the way of another car and trot right on over the rest of the way like you didn’t just have a near brush with death.

The first words out of his mouth come from the sheer incredulity of your recklessness, only amplified when you flash him and grin and pull him into a hug as you greet him as though that was just an everyday occurrence (which let’s be honest probably is). He’s pretty sure the stress he experienced in those past few moments is going to come back to bite him later on but honestly after seeing what you just did all Moritaka can think about is your chaotic decision making and lack of self preservation for the most bizarre situations. Needless to say he’ll be contemplating asking Shiro if it’s a good idea to sit you down for a few road safety lessons in the case that this is an everyday occurrence for you, even if a part of him feels like it won’t stop you.

Ziz

Though Ziz’s work often keeps her staying behind after school hours it seems that this time the day was in her favor, having finished her designated work and paper gradings right on time for classes to be let out for the day. She was waiting outside of the school grounds for Behemoth to come out of the building, watching as students filter out into the street talking animatedly about their plans for the day and the places they were deciding to travel to in order to make the most of their free time. She enjoys seeing everyone looking so happy and content, the smiles on their faces mixed with the pleasant weather and calm atmosphere really sets her at ease so she’s in higher spirits than usual as she waits.

You’d already crossed to the opposite side of the road and was passing the time relaxing on one of the nearby benches when you spotted Ziz standing just outside of the school grounds. Not seeing Behemoth in sight it doesn’t take much to piece together that she’s waiting for him before heading home so you decide to keep her company until he comes out, promptly standing up, grabbing your things and calling out to her as you make your way back over to the road. At the sound of her name she perks up and turns to you, offering a wave in greeting thinking that you were just on your way back to the dorms.

Poor Ziz just about jumps out of her skin with a startled gasp when you instead just step right out into the road, foregoing the traffic signs and running across the street to come and meet her.It’s right after school hours so the streets are already packed with cars, so seeing you diving between the vehicles as they drive past with some of them being way too close to you for comfort makes her worry something fierce. It’s fortunate enough that the space between the road and the pavement is mercifully short but for a few seconds she’s genuinely considering trying to flag down the cars going past to stop them long enough for you to cross over as you run up to meet her.

She’s waiting right by the edge of the road so you just about barrel right into her arms when you dart across the last stretch of road. She has to make sure that you’re okay before she gives your a serious talk about what you just did, taking a good few steps back from the road just to cement the fact that you’re out of harm's way for good measure. Seeing her beloved student willingly put themselves into danger like that Ziz naturally needs to have a serious discussion with you about it, so it’s not surprising that you’ll probably end up getting one hell of a lecture about your actions later on, but for now she’s just relieved that you’re okay.

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yoyogiboysareclueless · 4 years

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Halloween Party with Gunzo

This is for @blubsamo. It’s a Halloween Event character side quest that hasn’t been made yet. I thought one for Gunzo would be nice.

At Shinjuku’s Halloween Party:

You arrive dressed as a mummy. You scan the crowd for someone who invited you here. Grabbing a glass of punch you search around the crowd.

Flashback:

You wake up from Lil’ Salomon poking you with his hoof.

“Master wake up.” He whined.

“What do you want?” You asked annoyed.

“You have a message.” Sal replied. You felt your hand twitch in annoyance. “Also, today is the Halloween Party.” You flop your face on your pillow and groan.

“Shit, that’s today. I forgot.” Your words come out a little muffled. You roll over and sigh. “What’s the message?”

“It’s from someone who goes to Yoyogi Academy.” Sal said.

“Ashigara?” You question.

“Nope.” Sal shook his head. “That rugby guy that we ran into on Valentine’s day.”

“Gunzo?” You look at Sal with surprise. “What does he want?”

“Apparently he wants to meet up with you.” Sal said.

“When?” You ask.

“10.” Sal responded. You glance at your clock. “Damn, only 20 minutes from now.” You think. You get out of the bed and head to the bathroom to get ready.

9 minutes after: (Still in Flashback)

Putting on your shirt you walk out of the bathroom. Looking for your coat you walk around your room.

“You’re sure off in a hurry.” Shiro joked.

“Yeah, I’m meeting up with Gunzo. He wanted to meet with me.” You say grabbing your coat and phone.

“Well don’t…” Shiro words didn’t reach you as you closed the door. You race down the step and head out the door breaking into a light run.

At Yoyogi:(Flashback)

You make it to the school with 2 minutes to spare.

“Man, I cut it close.” You say as you glance at your watch. You sit down on a bench sighing. “I wonder what Gunzo wants?” You think.

“Hey, (reader).” You hear. Looking around you spot a boy dressed in a red uniform waving at you.

“Hey Gunzo.” You smile at the man coming at you.

“Sorry, I was dragged into a practice. I couldn’t say no.” Gunzo says, rubbing the back of his neck. A goofy grin was plastered on his face.

“It’s fine.” You say. “So, what’d you want to see me for?”

“Oh...that..” He turned red and his smile faded. “Um…” He shuffled his feet and put his two index fingers together. “Would you...would you like to go to the Halloween party with me?” His face couldn’t hide his embarrassment even when he stared at the ground.

“I was already planning on going.” You say.

“Oh.” Gunzo’s face was bright red.

“God, I feel bad for him. He had the courage to ask me at least.” You think.

“Um, I was going to go but, I wasn’t going to go if I couldn’t get someone to come with me.” You lie partially to the rugby player. “Since you did ask, I’ll go with you.”

“Really?” Gunzo looked up. His eyes showed a slight glimmer of hope. You nodded. “Th...thanks.” He flashed a small smile.

“To be honest, I didn’t think you’d go to a Halloween party.” You tell him.

“Some of the others are going and I don’t want to be left out.” Gunzo paused. “Or made fun of.”

“Ah.” You say.

“Plus, I don’t want to be labeled as a scardy cat.” He had a slight bitter tone in his voice.

“Why would you..? Oh. I see now.” You say after you remember that Gunzo is afraid of ghosts. “So, what are you going as?” You ask.

“I don’t really know.” He replied. “Something that wouldn’t scare me to wear.” His eyes showed a small hint of pain.

“How about Frankenstien?” You suggest. “It doesn’t require much and it’s not scary at all.”

“Really?” Gunzo’s eyes were filled with light again.

“Yeah.” You say. “All you have to do is go shirtless, maybe some ripped shorts and a little makeup.”

“Shirt...shirtless?” Gunzo’s face lit up bright red. “I...I mean, I’m okay going shirtless to practice and stuff, but those are people I know...and…”

“It’s fine. No one will really look at what you look like anyway.” You cut him off. “So, don’t worry about it too much.” He sighed and nodded. Legion who was listening the entire time gave Gunzo a thumbs up. “Looks like Legion approves.” You let out a small laugh.

Out of Flashback:

You spot a man with short reddish-brown spiked hair over by an ursine dressed like a baseball player. You make your way over to the two people you spotted weaving in and out of smaller groups as you make your advances.

“Gunzo.” You say. The man jumps a little. “Hey sorry I didn’t see you right away.” You apologize.

“It’s fine.” Gunzo smiled. You notice that Gunzo actually came shirtless. His chest and torso covered with grey and green make-up and black lines to represent stitches. His black shorts were torn and ripped in various places and part of his boxers showed in some of the holes. His face had a single line of stitching running diagonally across his cheek. Legion was also covered with stitches. The lines were uneven and a little wonky at some points.

“You aren’t going to even say, ‘hello’ to me.” The ursine complained.

“Hi Ashigara.” You smile.

“Do you like my costume?” Ashigara beamed as he flaunted his baseball outfit. His large stomach stuck out a little and his pants looked a little tight.

“Yeah, it looks good.” You say as you try not to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Ashigara narrowed his eyes.

“Well, if you bend over, you’ll definitely get a home run.” You chuckle. Gunzo let out a small laugh when he noticed your joke.

“Kyuma said that this was the biggest they had.” Ashigara complained. “You’re so mean like the rest.”

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help but slide into that one.” You joke. Gunzo laughed harder. Ashigara had a scornful look then let out a laugh.

“Yeah, you definitely did.” Ashigara smiled. “Now, I’m going to stuff my face at the buffet table.”

“So,” you turn to Gunzo. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “Thanks for the jokes, it made me feel a little better.”

“You look really good.” You say.

“Thanks.” He blushed. “So do you.”

“I just put this together quickly.” You say rubbing the back of your neck. The two of you stand in an awkward silence not really knowing what to say to one another. Then Legion tugs on your bandaged leg.

“Legion, don’t you’ll make (reader) trip.” Gunzo said.

“You treat them like kids.” You laugh a little.

“Yeah, they can be a handful.” Gunzo smiled. “But, I know they mean good.” Then he got a weird look on his face. “I mean...what am I talking about heh heh…” Legion pushed Gunzo closer to you. “What are you guys doing? Stop!” You let a small laugh out at the rugby boy and his familiar’s actions. By the time Legion stopped, Gunzo’s face was a couple of inches away from yours. “Ahh...” His face was bright red.

“I guess that’s what Legion wanted.” You say as your face slowly starts to match Gunzo’s.

“I...I…” Gunzo goes silent. His eyes avoid yours. You place a bandage hand on his chest. “I like you, a lot, (reader).” He finally said.

“I like you too, Gunzo.” You smile at him. You feel everyone else in the room has disappeared to where only you and Gunzo are left.

“This is the first time that I’ve gone to one of these.” Gunzo let out a small laugh.

“Same.” You say. “My class rep had to explain what Halloween was to me.” Gunzo nodded. “But, I’m glad that you actually came.” You say. You place your lips on his cheek. His face turned red again and put his hand up to where you kissed.

“What was that for?” He asked.

“For coming here.” You grin. “You’re very brave in doing so.”

“Stop.” He laughed. “Your flattery is worse than Tanka’s.” You laugh at his comment. “But, thanks for the confidence boost.” He puts his hands on your arms. “It’s like you were cheering me on from the sidelines.”

“Maybe I was.” The two of you grew closer and closer. He moved the last inch and placed his lips on yours. His lips felt soft and warm and it contained so much passion that you took a small step back. Your lips disconnected from his.

“Sorry I…” Gunzo looked down at the ground.

“It was fine.” You smile. “I enjoyed it.” He looked up at you with a flushed face then looked down. You noticed his bright red face.

“AYE, WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?” You two hear a booming voice. You are about to look around but, you land face first into a large stomach. “You two better not be getting along without me.”

“We promise Ashigara.” Gunzo and you say.

After the Party:

“Thanks for coming.” You tell Gunzo again.

“It’s not a problem. Not anymore, now that I know that it isn’t super scary here. Plus, you’ll be there.” He added the last part softly.

“I’ll be waiting for next year.” You say. “Maybe you could go as a vampire?”

“I hope I can see you before next year.” Gunzo’s face grew a little pale.

“Of course.” You laugh.

“ASHIGARA, COME ON BEFORE I LEAVE YOUR ASS HERE!” Gunzo yelled at his ursine friend.

“Wait, before you go.” You grab his arm. The shadow silhouettes coming from the two of you on the ground become one as the sunlight slowly fades.

#tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #gunzo #x reader #halloween event #blubsamo

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narwalbby · 4 years

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👉👈 headcanons of your favorite assclass boys as your boyfriends🥺pweasee

You just love seeing people self Ship, I get it =.=

Nah I‘m messing with you, I love you for this Lizzie shshshhs ✨💞

Just hope nobody thinks I‘m annoying for this nghhh

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Self Ship Alert 🚨

Karma

NGHHHH PURE CHAOS

We probably break up 5 times a day and get back together because we’re clowns 🤡

Many arguments, he screams a lot and I‘m always crying then

Karma isn’t really affectionate in public, but he can be possessive sometimes

Tbh I‘d just hold his hand all of the time

I kinda feel bad for him because I‘m so fucking insecure he‘d think it’s annoying

I just... wanna lay my head on his lap and talk to him about anything we can think of

Sending each other memes at 2AM? Hell yeah

Our galleries are full of ugly ass pics of each other I can tell you that

I‘d say I‘m a good listener so I‘d listen to all his problems

It’s hard for him to open up but eventually he does

How his parents neglected him, how the teachers only disappointed him

He‘d tell me everything

And I‘d listen

We cry a lot okay (At least I do🤡)

He loves it when I play with his hair

And I love his fangs (THEYRE SO CUTE I ABSOSNELWME I‘m Simping)

My parents hate him (jk they don’t, they‘d just be traumatized)

I always carry bandaids for mah boy, in case he fights again

Also I make sure this bitch stays hydrated bc I care about other people‘s health okay 😡😡

He teased me a lot about being taller than him

But I started crying and he never did it again

(I hate my height and I hate people making jokes about me being tall so yeah HAHSH)

I‘m hurt easily, but Karma reassures me that he‘s just kidding and kisses my forehead to calm me down

Useless when I have panic attacks but that’s fine, I still love him

Movie dates 🥺✨

Even tho I‘m taller I‘m still gonna steal his clothes, watch me hoes 💀🖕🏼

Kissing his cheek results in him blushing softly and It’s so adorable I can tell you

Makes fun of me bc I suck at math but it’s fair HSHS

Gakushu

I don’t even know HOW this would work

I‘d start shit with his Dad and nobody can stop me >:(

Listen, I‘m a very dumb person, he‘d probably hate me so IDK how this would work HAHSHSH

Okay but he gives me turtoring lessons and they‘re kinda cute

I‘m very affectionate and if I love someone, I SIMP

I‘ll hold this mans Hand while solving math problems like a Champ 😤

Helping him with Issues like I always do

He‘s probably never seen anybody as crazy as me

Calls me brain dead on a daily basis

He often sleeps at my house to get away from his dad

And I can tell you, If I told my parents what his Dad did they‘d ruin this mans whole career 💀

I give him kisses on the nose

Because he looks cute when I do it

My parents love him because 1. My grades get better and 2. He‘s polite as hell

Teaches me how to dance and play guitar because that‘s what I always wanted to learn

Best self-defense Teacher I can tell

Very emotional around each other

He says I don’t need anything to be insecure about and I cry

His friends are cool, I‘d get along with them if I weren’t so dumb-

(I‘ll stop saying how dumb I am now)

He is touch starved so bad

He loves hugs and kisses but he‘d never admit it. Don’t let yourself be fooled by his attitude 👀

All in all 9/10

I‘d have to show him memes and Vines and stuff, but he ends up thinking these things are hilarious

Vine lover now, and he owns a meme account against his Father

Always texts me to go to sleep if I‘m awake for too long

Cares about my health but I don’t care about mine so 🤡

Itona

Idk how this would work either

Like, I‘m not even the 'prettiest girl' in his eyes

He likes big tiddy girls and I don’t have shit on my chest I can tell you that

And I‘m ??? Lowkey Ugly ??? But also a Queen hhh

My Dad owns a Drone too, so the both of them would have bonding time while flying their Drones

Very Touch starved

He loves head pats

And he also loves sitting on my lap while hugging me but he‘d never admit that

Squishing his cheeks is a must

Itona doesn’t really have a home I think, so my Parents allow him to stay at my house for as long as he wants to

He sleeps in my room

That wasn’t a good Idea because we‘re staying up until 3AM watching YouTube or gaming together

We play Animal Crossing hehe~

I hate to fall asleep after him so he alway forces himself to stay awake until I fall asleep

Doesn’t understand my obsession for Narwal but that’s okay, he tries to support it shsh

Not a Fan of my Earring collection

The Terasaka squad decided to protect me

And I don’t mind tbh 👀

Kirara always sends me embarrassing pics of Itona and the Squad and it’s the funniest shit ever

He doesn’t like my music taste :((

Hates sharing Candy, but if he feels good he‘ll give me some

Whenever he‘s building a new robot or something I‘m just beside him, making earrings and keychains

Crafty couple 🥺

He let me help him once but I always break things and he was kinda scared, but it ended up not breaking

I get that he‘s in puberty, but I‘d still tell him to stop looking at his classmates boobs and stuff, because it makes them feel uncomfortable

He‘d stare at me and tell me that he stopped doing stuff like this when we got together

I just stood there like

[surprised Pikachu face]

We make fun of Shiro and talk sooooo Bad of him it’s kinda funny

Yk, like Little gossip sessions

Kayano sometimes joins

And Korosensei as well-

Dates are at Muramatsu‘s Ramen Shop bc my boy is Broke, but I don’t mind honestly

He‘s a very cute boyfriend although he has no idea how relationships work

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I hope nobody hates on me for self shipping, but actually I don’t really care JAKSJALS

I hope you’re happy Lizzie, all these boys and I wouldn’t actually work, but it’s fine, I still Simp 😔💞

#karma akabane #gakushuu asano #itona horibe #self ship #self shipping #I used the 🤡 emoji a lot #and I flamed Gakushu‘s dad tf #lizzie are u happy #i love you 😔✨💞

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nekomassetters · 3 years

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Forty Five

Next Thursday, practice with the boys' team goes as usual. You spend a bit of time completing setting drills with Kenma until Kuroo steals him away from you. You then began third-wheeling Yaku and Lev for the remainder of your time. As practice draws to an end, you find yourself drained both physically and emotionally.

"So the girls' team is going to the championships at the same place we are?" Yaku asks excitedly as the three of you get distracted and start up a conversation.

"Yeah! I'll be able to keep an eye on you guys after my games," you smile at your friends.

"Wait then how come you haven't been working with Kenma more?" Kai questions.

"Because Kuroo-" you start to defend before being interrupted by Yaku and Lev's laughter outburst.

"What's so funny?" you ask nervously as you notice the attention of the rest of the team turns towards you.

"I-If Y/N works with Kenma," Yaku struggles to say as his laughter fit causes complications in his speech, "no work will get done."

"You guys are idiots!" you exclaim to drown out their voices to prevent further embarrassment.

As you walk past you side-eye them before catching up to your boyfriend.

"Got a few minutes? It's our last full practice so I could use the extra help," you try to ask sweetly with a big smile.

"Sure," Kenma nods as he takes your hand and walks away from Kuroo.

"No funny business you two!" Kuroo snickers after hearing what Yaku said.

"We're in the middle of a gym surrounded by all of you," Kenma says as he stops and turns around to give Kuroo a disgusted look, "so what the hell do you think we're going to do?"

"I dunno," Kuroo replies sheepishly, "just don't be a perv on Y/N."

"Shut up!" both you and Kenma exclaim.

Kenma then turns back around and walks to the second net where the two of you then begin practicing until time's up.

"Y/N," Kenma says cryptically as he approaches you.

"Y-Yeah? Everything alright, Kenma?"

"Mhm, I just wanted to say that you did really good. I think you've improved a bunch since we started practicing so, uh, g-good job."

Wow he's actually complimenting me. He must actually think I've improved a fair amount since he decided to mention it to me.

Despite a few "ooo's" coming from the others in the gym, you do your best to smile and try to thank Kenma without tripping over your own words while also maintaining your composure.

"Thanks," is all you manage to squeak out.

Despite feeling comfortable around Kenma, you still feel a bit awkward with all of his teammates staring you down. Knowing this, Kenma rolls his eyes and tells you to grab your things and he'll walk you back to your dorm. You do what he says and the two of you walk out of the gym as quietly as possible to avoid interaction with the others.

Once Kenma walks you back to your dorm, the pair of you decide to meet up once again at Kenma's room in a little while. After receiving an unexpected kiss goodbye, you watch your boyfriend walk away before going inside.

Inside your room you see your roommate staring at her computer screen. She looks like she hasn't slept in weeks, making you feel worried for her current state.

"A-Are you alright?" you ask as you observe her appearance.

Shiro looks at you through squinted, red, watery eyes. You can tell she has probably been staring at the computer for a while until she finally looks up at you and gives you a tired grin.

"I'm fine," she says before glancing back to her computer, "Just signed up for chess tournament Kozume showed me."

"He showed you one?"

"Mhm. He said he knew about one that's really competitive and he's been helping me prepare," she tells you while rubbing her eyes.

"That's really cool, Shiro. You think you're ready?"

"Of course I am," she nods, "I've beaten Kozume every time I played him."

You can't help but let out a laugh at the thought of Kenma losing repeatedly while trying not to flip out over the typically quiet girl.

"Oh hey Y/N," Kuroo says weakly when he opens his dorm and sees you standing on the other side.

"You okay, Kuroo?"

"Are you two going to kick me out now," he pouts.

"What! No, why do you always say that kind of stuff," you roll your eyes, "but you can join if you want."

You flash Kuroo a wink as you walk past him to enter the room. However, the concerned look on Kenma's face makes you realize you need to clarify that you were joking.

"Relax Kenma," you chuckle as you pat his head, "I was only kidding."

Kenma's eyes narrow as he looks past you towards Kuroo, giving him a look that would kill if it could.

"Anyway..." you chime in as you push Kenma away from his roommate, "what were you guys up to?"

"Well I was destroying Kuroo and Bokuto in the game we-"

"Liar! I won the last game!" Kuroo interrupts as he stomps over to the television to prove his point.

"Wow Kuroo you won once, impressive," you giggle.

"Whatever, Y/N, you're no better than me!" he pouts.

"Okay let's see about that."

You grab the controller that Kenma usually lets you borrow and take a seat between Kenma's legs. The three of you put on your headsets and suddenly your ears are bombarded with the sound of Bokuto echoing, wondering why they left without saying anything.

"Oh sorry that's my fault," you awkwardly let him know.

"Y/N! No, no it's okay! I, uh, didn't mind the wait at all actually."

"Dude you better not hit on Y/N," Kuroo warns, "or Kenma will go apeshit on your ass."

You let out a small laugh at the thought of Kenma doing that, but the feeling of your boyfriend's arms tightening around you makes you quiet down pretty quickly.

"U-Uh Kuroo I think you're just being dramatic. You've got a girlfriend now too so-"

"Huh??!! Kuroo-san you have a girlfriend and didn't tell me?"

Kuroo's face lights up bright red as his friends continue questioning him about his so-called 'girlfriend'.

"N-No she's not my girlfriend, not technically... y-yet anyways. So just calm down!"

"I think you're the one who needs to calm down," Kenma sasses, resulting in a punch in the arm.

"Alright whatever, I'm on Kenma's team!" you exclaim as Kenma begins setting up the game.

"No shit," Kuroo grumbles under his breath.

Deciding to ignore Kuroo, you move on to trash-talking Bokuto.

"Ready Bo? We're gonna wipe the floor with your ass just like last time. And then Kenma will do it again at the championships next week!"

"Ahh, Y/N," Bokuto whines, "why are you so competitive?"

"What? Am I supposed to want to lose?"

"You know what? Fine! It's on!" he says, getting his spirit back.

In the end, Kenma and you both won pretty easily. However, you were more amazed because Kenma couldn't see his controller since it was in front of you.

After a few hours, you say goodbye to Kuroo and Bokuto. Kenma then tells you he will walk you back to your dorm to make sure you get back safely.

"Y/N?" Kenma calls as you near your dorm, "can I tell you something?"

"O-Of course," you reply with a nervous smile, "are you okay?"

"Mhm I just..."

Kenma trails off as he notices your hand intertwined with his. You give him a light squeeze, causing him to look back up at you. When he does, you're met with a somewhat-concerned look.

"I just want you to know that even if your team doesn't perform well at nationals, you- you're still a really good player and I don't want you to give up."

You can't help but allow a lopsided grin to form on your face as you watch him nervously express his feelings.

"Of course I'm going to do good," you tell him, "I had the best teacher and I'm definitely going to miss going to your practices."

Kenma's eyes narrow as he listens to you.

"What are you talking about? You're going to stop coming to my practices?"

"U-Uh well I thought you-"

"Don't be stupid Y/N. I told you that you've improved but you still need my help," he teases.

Without giving time for you to respond, Kenma wraps his arms around your waist. You feel your chest press harshly against his as he buries his head in your neck.

"Kenma I'm not going anywhere," you whisper as you hug him back, "you don't need to worry about that."

"I love you, Y/N, and you're right. You will do amazing."

#Wattpad #Kenma Kozume #kenma #kenma x y/n #ao3 #fanfic #haikyuu fanfiction #fanfiction #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu reader insert #haikyu x reader

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brainwashingdetective · 4 years

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A3! Translation: Yuki Rurikawa SSR [MANKAI Encore] - Encore: Shiro, Part 2

Basically just The Great Sardine Search: Extended Edition.

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For reference for the play portion of the story:

Yuki - Shiro

Kazunari - Kuro

Muku - Nora

Tenma - Mike

Misumi - Tama

Kumon - Chief

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Izumi: And just like that, it’s the final show of the encore performance of our second play!

Muku: How do I put this… It’s like it just flew past us!

Tenma: Whenever eyes pile up on me, it’s hard to speak cat language....

Izumi: Ahaha, it’s the same as before.

Yuki: ——

Our adventure this time was really fun too!

Kazunari: I agree… It’s fun being with Shiro and the gang on this adventure!

Tenma: It’s not over yet, y’know?

Yuki: I knyow that! Everyone, get in a circle~!

Kazunari: Meow!

Muku: Mew.

Tenma: Meow.

Misumi: Meeeow!

Kumon: Mew!

Yuki: ——Nyatsugumi, fight on!

Summer Troupe: MEOW!

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Izumi: (The story begins in a small town tucked away in a corner of the World of Cats.)

(One day, Nora comes back to town unexpectedly and tells Shiro and Kuro about his travels.)

Nora: “I heard that there’s a great treasure somewhere in this world that will weaken any cat who takes one bite of it,”

“And it’s called… ‘niboshi’.”

Shiro: “‘Nyiboshi’....”

Kuro: “It’s ‘niboshi’.”

Shiro: “‘Nyiboshi’.”

Kuro: “Shiro, try saying ‘na ni nu ne no’.”

Shiro: “Nya nyi nyu nye nyo.”

Nora: “He’s still bad with his N sounds.”

Kuro: “Never nab a nanny’s noodles” [1]

Shiro: “Nyever nyab a nyanny’s…”

Kuro: “Then how about this?! Nine nice nyaight nymphs…. Wait.” [2]

Nora: “Kuro can’t say it either!”

Izumi: (Yuki-kun’s and Kazunari-kun’s dialogue has a better tempo this time around.)

(Muku-kun’s acting has improved since he’s also played a lead role in a performance. Nora’s gotten manlier compared to the first time he played him.)

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Tama: “Sounds nice. I wanna go outside too.”

Mike: “There’s no way we can go outside though.”

Tama: “Yeah, we don’t even know how to do stuff like transfer train lines.”

Mike: “I think there’s nyapps you can use for transferring trains, but I can’t use my smartphone very well because of my paw pads….”

Guest A: *snrk*…. Ahaha!

Guest B: Hehe, so the World of Cats has stuff like smartphones and trains!

Izumi: (Tenma-kun and Misumi-kun always had stability since the beginning, but it feels like the range of their acting has expanded.)

Shiro: “Mew don’t need a nyapp to leave! We’re gonna go look for ‘nyiboshi’ together!”

Mike: “But we have work to do at this mansion....”

???: “Mike, Tama, come over here.”

Mike: “Chief!”

Chief: “All you guys ever do is slack off, so I don’t have any particular problems with you guys going.”

Mike: “We don’t slack off! Don’t say weird human stuff like that!”

Chief: “So your job is to play with the broom like it’s a toy and take siestas on top of the laundry?”

Tama: “Er… That’s…”

Mike: “He’s not even denying it....”

Izumi: (Kumon-kun wasn’t here when we originally performed the play, so we had him play the senior cat.)

(It’s not the type of role he usually plays nor does he have a lot of scenes, but it’s good to have a presence.)

Tama: “Alright, I’m gonna go look for niboshi too!”

Mike: “Fur real, Tama?”

Tama: “Chief said it was okay, so you should come with us too!”

Mike: “Might as well...”

Chief: “Listen up, Mike and Tama. Be sure to listen to them properly and don’t slack off!”

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Izumi: (After a long journey, the gang arrives at Fish Valley. However, Shiro manages to fall prey to a catnip trap….)

Tama: “Get a hold of yourself, Shiro!”

Shiro: “Get lost! This catnip is all mine!”

“Hissー!”

Tama: “Ouch—!”

Mike: “Hey, what’d you do to Tama?!”

Kuro: “If you don’t cut it out Shiro, I’ll get really angry.”

Shiro: “Shut up! You’re always acting like some big brother and it’s annoying! I don’t need you Kuro, I can do this all by myself!”

Kuro: “——”

Nora: “Kuro’s just worried about you, Shiro.”

Shiro: “You’re so pushy! I don’t need ny’all to help me!”

Kuro: “——Have it your way then!”

Izumi: (They try to make Shiro return to his senses but have no success, so they go their separate ways….)

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Izumi: (Having come to his senses, Shiro reaches the bottom of Fish Valley all by himself and finally discovers the “niboshi”....)

(He then reunites with Kuro and the others.)

(Shiro was going to give Kuro his niboshi in order to make amends, but the two of them compromise as Kuro was thinking the same thing.)

Nora: “In the end, you two really are alike. It’s nice to eat something when everyone gets along.”

Tama: “That’s right!”

Mike: “Since you guys made up peacefully, we can divide this equally neow.”

Izumi: (The five of them happily share the niboshi, savoring its deliciousness with happy smiles on their faces….)

Kuro: “Well, we should go home soon.”

Shiro: “But I wanna eat more ‘niboshi’!”

Tama: “I wish there was niboshi that you could eat and it’d never run out!”

Mike: “There’s no way that exists.”

Nora: “No, it’s possible that the other valleys have it.”

Shiro: “‘Niboshi’... Infinite ‘niboshi’...”

Kuro: “It’s like you’re muttering an incantation...”

Shiro: “Alright, I’m gonna go look for the infinite ‘niboshi’!”

Tama: “I’ll go too!”

Mike: “I’ll go if Tama’s going!”

Shiro: “Kuro, you come too.”

Kuro: “Good grief, guess I don’t have a choice...”

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Guest A: That was so funny~

Guest B: It was cute! I laughed a lot!

Izumi: (Alright, the guests’ reactions are good too!)

(Everyone has definitely improved since we first performed this play… They’ve become more resolute and enthralling in various ways.)

Yuki: Mew mew mew ♪

Muku: Meow meow ♪

Kumon: Mrrreow~! ♪

Guest B: Look, it’s a cat dance!

Guest C: Everybody’s smiles are so cute…!

Summer Troupe: Thank mew very much!

Izumi: (The final show’s a big success!)

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Part 1 | Part 3

TL Notes:

[1] The original tongue twister is バナナの謎はまだ謎なのだぞ (the banana’s mystery is still a mystery).

[2] The original tongue twister is 生麦生米生卵 (raw wheat, raw rice, raw eggs). Kuro flubs it by saying “生麦生米にゃま卵”.

In an attempt to try not to sound too much like the localization as well as to make a certain portion flow better, I decided to keep “niboshi” instead of translating it as “sardine”. Niboshi actually refers to dried sardines. My apologies if this translation sounds awkward to read as a result.

It’s also worth noting that the World of Cats was originally referred to as にゃんげん世界 (Nyangen Sekai), with にゃんげん being a pun on “nya” and “人間/ningen”, the word for human. I just went with “World of Cats” since there’s no way to tackle the pun in English and “Cat People World” sounds weird in my opinion (lol).

This part was very long since it’s the entire play and I was also pretty self-conscious about the TL so translating took longer than it should have, and I must apologize for that. Fortunately, the next part isn’t quite as long.

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! translation #yuki rurikawa #summer troupe #kazunari miyoshi #tenma sumeragi #muku sakisaka #misumi ikaruga #kumon hyodo #izumi tachibana #mae tl

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loveafterthefact · 4 years

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Love After the Fact Chapter 3: First Meeting

Lance confronts an Emperor about a funny little thing called MORALS. Meanwhile, a certain Galra waits for him in a corner.

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Lance tremulously descends the steps and offers Lord Yorak his arm. The young lord accepts with equal caution. Lance hears coos and disgruntled murmurs in equal measure. He leans over ever so slightly. “They’re going to be like that all day. It’s best if you pay them no mind.” The hand on his arm tightens. Lance wonders if it’s anger or fear. He assumes both. He’d reach out and see, but he doesn’t want to intrude. The kit’s thoughts, at least, belong to him alone. Speaking of which… “If you feel any of these people try to touch your mind, let me know. I shall make them regret it.”

“Thank you,” the lord whispers, barely audible. Lance simply nods. He doesn’t trust himself to speak after hearing the tremble in that voice. This kit is not ready to carry the burden of a crown. Then again, neither is he. And he was born with one, for quiznak's sake!

A few turns later, at the end of a hall, the double doors to the drawing room open. A hand falls on Lance’s shoulder, in between him and the “man” he’ll be “courting” for the next merciless varga or two.

“Crown Prince Lancel,” Emperor Zarkon murmurs. “If it’s alright, I’d like to speak with you alone for a few minutes.” Lance nods, pretends he has a choice. He turns to the lord.

“Forgive me. Be careful.” The Galra nods, and Lance carefully slips away from Lord Yorak, who immediately falls in beside Captain Shirogane without a word, tail twisting around the captain's ankle.

Everyone else enters the drawing room, the doors close, and Lance is alone with the Emperor.

“This won’t be so bad,” Zarkon promises. “He’s a good man-”

“Kit. Lord Yorak is still a kit. He’s not even full-grown! With all due respect, did you think I wouldn’t be able to tell? Do you know what I am expected to do to him tonight? What he is expected to endure?” Lance struggles not to raise his voice. He and Zarkon are acquainted, but this man is an Emperor. “I admit I know little more of your people than how to kill them, but I know enough to know that he is too young for this!”

“You’re right. Lord Yorak has not yet had his first season.” Zarkon sighs, looks tired. “But he is of Altean age. He’s older than you, in fact. By almost a decaphoeb.”

“And you believe that makes it acceptable?” Lance folds his arms, shimmering cloak wrapping around his form. “It’s not. Not in the slightest.”

“It makes it a grey area, which is where your people and mine are residing until further notice. As you said yourself when we presented this arrangement, ‘Whatever it takes.’ I want us to achieve actual peace, and we need this to do it.” Zarkon sighs. “Listen. I’m not throwing him at you. I’m entrusting him to you. My nephew has not had an easy life since my littermate passed. He is surprised by even the smallest act of kindness. That’s why I chose him. I trust you to nurture him and be kind to him. Give him the life that I cannot provide.”

Lance already planned to do these things, to the best of his ability. He’d planned to do them since he was a little boy dreaming of falling in love with a beautiful Altean girl. Things have changed since then, more than once, but Lance still plans to be a good spouse. A good man. The idea that he might be able to make a difference, even if only a little, makes it better. Just a bit.

He's aware the emperor is trying to manipulate him. It hardly matters.

“I never had any intention of doing otherwise. You’ve done well by my sister, and I will of course do the same for your nephew.” Zarkon smiles, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

“Thank you, Lance. Now, go hug your sister.” Lance grins, not needing anything more in the way of encouragement.

Allura meets him halfway, cheeks shimmering in her happiness, the soft scales glittering pink. She throws her slender arms around him, holding him close. “Oh, I’ve missed you!” she cries. “It’s been so long!”

“I know,” Lance mumbles into her soft hair. “By the stars I missed you.” Lance draws away after a few ticks, smiling to Prince Lotor.

“It’s been a long time, your Majesty.” Lotor offers his arm, and Lance grips it tight, an old, formal Galra greeting. Lance is untroubled by their cultural differences. He'd actually like to learn better.

“Too long, your Majesty. How's Romelle?"

She's doing better. I had just convinced my father to allow her to accompany us when she had an episode." Lotor's ears wilt as he pulls his wife closer. The former Altean alchemist's frailty is well-known. The prince manages a smile. "I'll pass along your well wishes. Perhaps it will help her. Overall, she is improving. Allura and I are taking good care of her, we promise."

"I should hope so. You've stolen both my sister and one of my dearest friends. You'd best make sure they're well taken care of. Did you receive my last correspondence about water conservation?”

“I did. However, Daibazaal has no need to conserve water in this matter. On our planet, it falls from the sky. I am of course grateful to you in any case.”

“Water falls from the-”

“Lancel.” Lance jumps, surprised to find his father just behind. “Please perform your princely duties.”

Lance’s lips curls. “Don’t say it like that. It’s disgusting.”

“Lancel-”

“Yes. I’m going.” Lance doesn’t bother to argue ethics with his father, even if he bothers to be angry. Lord Yorak is ‘of age by Altean standards.’ There is nothing to be done.

Anything for his people.

Lance cautiously approaches Lord Yorak, who’s leaning up against a wall looking unhappy and uncomfortable. “Lord Yorak.”

The Galra’s ears twitch nervously, but he says nothing. He gives a tiny bow of his head. Lance can feel Captain Shirogane’s eyes boring into him, daring him, practically begging him to do something objectionable. Lance bites his lip, deciding to try again.

“I... trust you find the Castle of Lions agreeable?”

“It’s very... bright.” Lord Yorak doesn’t seem thrilled. “There are no shadows anywhere... Nowhere to hide.”

“Yes. You won’t be assassinated.” The lord sighs. Lance has the sinking feeling that the lord himself wishes there were a shadow for him to hide in. “Listen... I know we’re strangers and... stuff... but-” Lance hesitates, grimacing at his stilted words. It's so much easier to be charming when there aren't any stakes. “I’ll do what I can to make your life comfortable here.”

“Yeah... here. Where my home is like another star in the sky.” Lance falters at the quiet sadness that overtakes the small Galra’s form. Silence stretches on and on for some time. Then, “Thank you, Crown Prince Lancel. I appreciate your kindness.”

The lord gives a small, cautious smile. He actually isn’t hard to look at. Lord Yorak has soft eyes when he wants.

“You don’t have to be so formal with me. Name’s Lance.” Lance offers his arm. The Galra looks at it in surprise before accepting his offer, gripping him just beneath the elbow. He seems pleased by the familiar greeting, ears perking a little. His tail twitches, almost curious as it brushes against Lance's ankle. It’s endearing.

“You can- You can call me Keith. It’s... what my family calls me.”

“Keith?” Lance cocks his head.

“Yeah. It’s the name my father gave me. He found it on his travels and liked it. When I gained my status, I was given a native name.”

“Gained your status?”

“My mother was appointed to be Emperor Zarkon’s advisor only a phoeb ago. Before that I was a soldier for two decaphoebs. I’m not much of a lord.” Lance narrows his eyes. So Emperor Zarkon has given him a stunted, newly appointed royal? Wasn't this kit meant to be his nephew? Why was he newly appointed? “Yes, I believe the emperor planned it too.”

"Nevermind. This entire arrangement is shady. You and I have more pressing concerns. The courtiers. Tonight, they will say many things. You will not like any of them."

"That I'm cuter and not as savage as they expected me to be?" Keith raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

"Among other things, yes. Ignore it. It won't be pleasant, but you won't have to endure it for long."

"'Among other things'?" Keith's eyes grow shadows.

"Ignore those too. We can discuss those things later, when we're alone..." Lance reaches out, gently taking the Galra's soft hand. The pads are cool and leathery, like cats' paws. The Galra tenses, not afraid, but ready to fight if he needs to. "You don't have to worry, Keith. I swear to you, I don't have any ill intentions toward you. I want to make sure your life here is as comfortable and pleasant as possible."

Lance takes a tiny step closer, so close that if he lowers his voice, no one but Keith and the ever-listening captain can hear. “Listen to me. We are pawns, you and I. Our marriage does not secure your safety. Fools or not, Alteans are quite skilled at combat, and you are not a friend in their eyes.”

“I know. Shiro will remain close for a few quintants, before he must return. And I am never unarmed, though I may not carry a weapon.” That feels as much like a threat as it does reassurance, but Lance hardly minds. He’d do the same, were their positions reversed. He meets those burning eyes as he draws back. They're beautiful.

“And now is when I introduce myself,” Captain Shirogane cuts in, extending an arm. “Shiro. Captain of the guard.” Behind Lance, Adam’s hurrying footsteps falter.

“Oh by the Ancients! Adam, they’re not going to eat you!” Lance gestures to the timid Altean. “My attendant, Adam.”

“Yes, we prefer to eat something with a little more meat on its bones,” Keith murmurs, inspecting his sharp black nails. “Well, I do. Shiro on the other hand…”

Keith smirks (an interesting development), and Lance follows his gaze. Shiro’s ears are perked in Adam’s direction, eyes lit with curiosity. Before Lance’s eyes, Adam shifts uncomfortably, seeming unsure if to blush or run before the curious mountain of a Galra. Ultimately, the dutiful Altean takes a deep breath and approaches, letting a bit of pink fade in beneath his green scales. Interesting.

Lance turns to Adam, addressing him in Altean. "Did you check the guards? I'm almost certain-"

"Yes. One of them is a Listener... Regardless, your Majesty, I don't think even you could-"

"I could. But I absolutely will not. Listener or no Listener. Can you take care of it?" Lance watches the Altean think, green scales flashing with the intensity of his thoughts.

"I think this particular Listener has an elderly mother in need of care. Perhaps he and I can come to an understanding. I'm sure he wouldn't want anything to happen to her."

Lance grits his teeth. He nods. He doesn't enjoy the shadier aspects of his status. But sometimes, unsavory things must be done. "Do it. It is the lesser evil. Ensure, if you can, that he benefits should he comply. positive reinforcement is best."

Adam nods, opening his datapad and making a note.“I'll take care of it during the banquet." Adam switches to Common, addressing Lance and his guests. "We’re beginning in just a few doboshes. As Prince Lancel may have mentioned, you will be subjected to... comments... for the rest of the night. I advise you not to throttle anyone. I already have enough to worry about without having to clean that up.”

“They know... We’ll see what happens,” Lance murmured. "It depends on the courtiers."

“Prince Lancel, please. I’m begging you. If King Alfor-”

“Father knows where the blame lies when I misbehave, and it is never with you.” Lance chuckles, placing a hand on the Altean’s shoulder. “I promise I will endure.”

Adam relaxes, but only slightly. The poor man doesn’t have it easy.

“Prince Lancel.” Lance stiffens, turning to face his father. “It is time to take our places.” Behind him, Adam mutters something about indecency and rushing. Thank the stars Lance can always count on him. Lance takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders.

“Right. Adam, please ensure my-” Lance grimaces. “-our room is ready. And speak to Hunk about providing our guests with food that won’t make them want to kill us all.” Adam smiles, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“Both of those things were done this morning, your Majesty.” Adam looks disgustingly pleased with himself.

“I never get to give any useful orders around here,” Lance grumbles, falling into line behind his fathers, then his sister.

“Of course you do, your Majesty. Just not to me.” Adam smirks, not noticing Shiro’s intrigue, the way his gray eyes follow his every move. Lance scoffs and sticks his tongue out at his advisor-

“Prince Lancel, behave.”

“Sorry, Father.” Lance quietly folds his hands behind him at the base of his spine, not returning his sister’s sympathetic smile.

He does, however, notice that his clowning brings a smile to his soon-to-be-spouse's face. That's something, at least.

#LoveAftertheFact #LAtF #klance #galtean au #altean lance #galra keith #adashi #altean adam #galra shiro #voltron legendary defender #vld

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the-nut-queen · 3 years

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I Have a lot of thoughts on beyond light so I’m going to share them

spoilers for beyond light obvs

The Nut Queen’s thoughts on Beyond Light/SotH:

Campaign:

· Pretty much went how I expected, i.e. nothing unpredictable or particularly interesting/mould breaking

· That being said, I liked it! And had a lot of fun

· Good to see Variks again, good to see the Stranger.

· Eramis was a pretty decent villain, but pretty much had the same motives as every other Eliksni enemy before her (Skolas, Aksis, Siviks, etc.)

o Very much felt like Rise of Iron… 2! With the Eliksni taking a new power that they didn’t fully understand to wreck shit, and also, it’s Clovis’ fault again

· The boss fights felt a little dull. Getting to the end and just spamming stasis got old pretty quickly. I think having that for the first time work, then being able to use stasis as a subclass going forward would have been better (instead of getting the subclass at the very end of the campaign, I haven’t even started upgrading it with shit yet)

· Liked the ghost lines and voices lines that would happen as you travelled to places

· The progression felt very smooth, I hardly noticed when the game switched from “story mission” to “kill some adds for some stuff to progress” which was nice.

· Liked the likewise smooth integration of the empire hunts to the main story line (good source of repeatable content for the future) although I was a little confused when I got a triumph for empire hunts since I literally hadn’t heard House of Salvation call themselves an Empire before

· Ghost being super concerned with you using the darkness then the guardian just not fucking saying anything is kinda dumb lol but that’s pretty standard

· It was pretty dumb when at the final boss fight Eramis freezes your ghost and shatters your splinter and freezes you then the stranger’s voice over is like “look within” and you can just suddenly use stasis because why not lol

o Would have been cool to have a “guardians make their own fate” reference here instead

· WHAT IS THE POINT OF FIRETEAM “E” (Elsie/Stranger, Eli/Drifter, Eris) Don’t get me wrong, I love them! and I love that 1 solitary cutscene where they’re brawling and using stasis, but they literally serve no purpose to the story? Especially dumb how mara and the nine were like “ooh only 3 have transcended their design ooh they are so special” and then they just stand around a campfire while you do all the work lol

o Sidenote, the Stranger’s little floaty thing: what is it? And what is the point of it besides looking cute in one cutscene??

· Also really annoyed that the BOSS for the Glassway Strike is just another boring fucking hydra, like wtf. You introduced a fucking sick new Vex type!!! (wyvern) and you DIDN’T use it as a BOSS for the NEW VEX strike. The boss fight was so boring too, it was literally just a hydra but with lots of health and sometimes it disappeared, come on bungie

New Light:

· Pretty cool! Shaw Han is boring though. Bungie you need more women characters and more GHOST characters (also like any non-binary characters)

o It’d be funny to see a guardian/ghost duo NPC where the guardian doesn’t talk and the ghost does! Like with literally every npc except Osiris/Sagira their ghosts just don’t fucking say anything . (I get that it is more money to hire more voice actors and to write more lines etc. etc. etc. but its getting a bit old. GHOSTS HAVE OPINIONS!

o Maybe even an npc who is just a solo ghost! They haven’t found their guardian or their guardian was slain by the hive or something that would be cool

· Where is Shiro-4?

· Where is Misraaks/House Light?

· Navota: also boring. Just a hive wizard. You may as well have just had Omnigul come back. Or her nightmare (though I understand that that was dealt with on the moon in the nightmare hunts but still)

o Disgraced strike: also boring. And the boss fight is also boring and takes forever?

· Cosmodrome: Cool to be back, was fun to get annihilated by an immune hive night in skyshock as is tradition

o Annoyed there doesn’t appear to be any Rise of Iron continuity with the landscape, the splicers fuck some shit up in the divide and outside the wall

o Also, is the path to the Rasputin bunker just gone?

o Yeah I just checked, the path to the grottos area (from D1) from the forgotten shore has just disappeared in D2 they just put more cliff there

o Wtf why

o Also the D1 location maps are so awful lol (wow, we really used to live like that huh)

· Cosmo lost sectors: nice. Hive labyrinth was fun. Sad they didn’t reuse like the Rasputin bunker but that’s chill

Season of the Hunt:

· I’m keen to see my BOYS Pulled Pork and Crow

· SPIDER DON’T HURT CROW ISTG

· Not sure what the seasonal content has in store

· I hope it isn’t as boring as season of undying that sucked asss (obvs I have this worry since they spent the majority of the time developing Beyond Light/Europa, (I assume))

· It looks like a combo of nightmare hunts and other seasonal public-style events

· Maybe an escalation protocol/blind well style thing? Idk we’ll find out

Overall:

· BUGS! So many fucking bugs

o you fucked up a perfectly good game, look at it, it has anxiety

o omg bungie please help us

o girl help, I’m trapped under the prison of elders grav lift thingo

o girl help I’ve been launched into the wall at mach speed

· GAMBIT:

o You fucked up gambit too. You took all the cool shit out of Prime then mixed it with the lame shit from regular gambit to make gambit whatever the opposite of “prime” is

o My idea for a better gambit TM:

o Each class gets one (1) class item

o They look like the prime class items except not coloured/glowy

o There are 4 mods you can slot in the “combat style” mod slot ie the last slot

o They’re like, idk 6 energy to slot

o And they give you the gambit prime role! And the class item glows in the respective colour and you get an aura too

o you get all the fun prime perks without having to grind r*ckoning and also have a full set of amour equipped, so you got freedom with your gear

o it would be GOOD

o sigh

o gambit is the worst now

o it’s like just as hard as prime was too but you don’t get good perks so you just eat shit

o gambit rant over, moving on to planet rant:

· YOU CAN’T SAY THAT FOUR CELESTIAL BODIES HAVE “DISAPPEARED” CANONICALLY ONLY LEAVING AN “ANOMOLY” (AS DESCRIBED BY WEBLORE) AND THEN

· AND THEN fucking have CRUCIBLE AND GAMBIT MATCHES ON THE DISAPPEARED PLANETS

o I totally get that for time, resources, crunch, and hell even desire would mean throwing out a heap of crucible matches would be not ideal because then there would be like 3 left

o But

o WHAT THE FUCK. Maybe if you said idk the vanguard has quarantined the four legacy planets due to the giant fucking darkness pyramids looming there so you’re not allowed to go there any more (as like an in game/lore reason for the planets being vaulted)

o Cus like yeah you can’t patrol there anymore but drifter doesn’t care about vanguard sanctions so he can just ignore it for the gambit maps

o And shaxx

o Could like come up with a reason? Idk

o It’s just really

o Really

o Stupid

· I like the move towards being chill with gender (changing “male” and “female” to “Masculine” and “feminine” however I would like to see this go further. Ability to change your pronouns whenever you want, ability to change your characters gender presentation whenever you want, ability to be “androgynous” and use “they/them” pronouns

o Like really, we’re space wizards in the far far future and some of us are even robots. there’s no doubt there would be trans guardians

Final thoughts:

I love this game, I love bungie, I am keen for what the future has to offer

But

I can’t help but feel like this is just another “beginning”

Like shadowkeep was supposed to kick off the era of darkness with the discovery of the first pyramid ship then we just had two random seasons after it that just felt like Curse of Osiris and Warmind Redux

Then arrivals was a phenomenal season

But yeah I was expecting things to be more high stakes I guess? The beyond light campaign didn’t feel very high stakes and it kinda just felt like “oh look you can use the darkness now”

in short, bungie hire me for good ideas and more queer characters

#me #long post #beyond light #beyond light spoilers #destiny 2 #d2 #spoilers #bungie #I would love the big destiny blogs to validate me #but no pressure lol

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