it just hit me that lance most likely doesn’t even remember actually shooting sendak at all. his “apparently” automatically turns this statement into that of a third person account, the words of someone who wasn’t there to actually witness the event itself. not to mention the fact that his recollection of the encounter is different than what actually happened, which would make sense if all he knew about that moment was what was told to him by 4 different people who experienced it differently during a hectic situation.
lance has been shown on multiple occasions to doubt his abilities when the upmost trust is placed upon them. we’ve seen it on beta traz and with the mermaids. it’s not so far out of left field to think that he has doubts as to whether or not he actually did what the team told him he did.
lance was one of the most essential aspects of their victory that night, and he doesn’t even genuinely believe it happened.
A little preview of one of my fics in progress with omega!Lance and Alpha!Shiro:
Honestly, Lance wouldn’t have been surprised if this was all some elaborate Galran scheme to make him go insane. Cause it was working.
The first attack had been by his sheets. They’d wrapped his leg up in their grip and refused to let go when he went to get out of bed. Cue faceplant and a red mark in the center of his forehead that wouldn’t go away. Next, his shower had decided to be temperamental. He would barely nudge the handle, and he would either be frozen to a Lance-sicle or scalded like he was some type of weird, alien seafood. Getting dressed was just a nightmare of missing clothes and colorful swear words. Thank all the gods in the universe Shiro was still snoring away in their shared bed, or he would’ve gotten a real scolding for his vulgar creativity.
By the time Lance made it down to breakfast, it was safe to say he was in a foul mood. Which was made five times worse by the fact that he had arrived at the same time as Keith.
“God, Lance,” Keith complained, trying to shove Lance’s arm away from the food goo lever. “Can’t you wait five seconds for once? You’re always budging in line.”
“As if,” Lance whined back, hip bumping Keith to keep him out of the way as he finished getting his food. “I’m just always there before you. Can’t help it if you’re slow.”
“Yeah, I’m the slow one,” Keith gave up with a huff. He stood back to wait for Lance to finish, tapping his foot impatiently.
Lance spun around and pointed his fork at Keith threateningly. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Whatever,” Keith rolled his eyes. “Just get out of the damn way already.” He shouldered his way past Lance who was still glaring at him to get his own food.
Immediately, Lance’s face fell in a pout. Of course Keith had to be an asshole that day. He probably had some sort of sixth sense for when it would hurt the most to poke at Lance’s sensitive spots.
Lance knew he wasn’t the best paladin on the team. In anything. He wasn’t smart or fast or strong, but he left those things up to the alphas. He had found his niche in being a support, the leg of Voltron holding his team up so that they could be the ones to kick major ass.
It had taken many a nights sobbing into Shiro’s chest as the older man soothed his insecurities to come to that understanding. Shiro had taught him to be who he was and use those skills to his advantage rather than endlessly push himself to be an imagined standard of paladin strength. It would only burn him out, destroy his confidence and any value he placed on himself. Didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt when Keith made a jab at him, but he was trying his best to let such comments slide.
On good days, that is.
If left to his brooding, Lance’s mood would have plummeted faster than a lion with its power cut. Thankfully, Shiro sleepily walked in just as Lance had decided Keith had ruined his appetite and he wasn’t hungry for breakfast anymore. Shiro took one look at his boyfriend’s face and pulled him into a tight hug, his strong arms wrapping around Lance like a barrier from the world.
“Good morning, handsome,” Shiro rumbled in his deep morning voice, his chest reverberating with sound. “You should’ve woken me up. We could have come to breakfast together.”
Lance tucked his head in Shiro’s neck, reveling in the familiar scent of the alpha. “Yeah, well, you were up late last night being all leaderly,” he sighed before looking up to smirk. “As sexy as you are, you still need your beauty sleep to keep up with my good looks.”
Summary: Mark knew that ever since he was presented as an alpha, something was wrong. Luckily there is Jackson.
Mark knew that ever since he was presented as an alpha, something was wrong. He always thought of himself as a beta, because he didn’t fit in with the alpha or omega stereotypes. He’s strong, but he doesn’t have all the muscles that alpha’s have. He has a sweet face, but isn’t shy like omega’s. An alpha has to be together with a beta or omega, and Mark did try dating an omega once, his best friend, Youngjae. Youngjae was sweet, but he didn’t have feelings for him, not even when the boy was in heat. Mark knew that it existed that two alpha’s are mates, but that was usually with straight couples. Through the years Mark didn’t bother dating someone. He had a close group of friends that he enjoyed spending time with, so he didn’t need someone to date with. That was until Jaebum introduced Jackson to them.
‘Can he even talk Korean?’ BamBam asks, receiving a smack on the back of his head from his mate, Yugyeom. 'You could talk Korean when you moved here’ Yugyeom mutters, and BamBam nods, feeling kind of stupid. A loud knock sounds on the door, and Jaebum stands up. 'Just so you know, Jackson has a kind of… strong presence’ Jaebum says, and then walks towards the front door, opening it. And as soon as the two boys greet each other and the Chinese boy steps in the house, everyone understands what Jaebum had meant. He is wearing a tank top that shows his muscles, big biceps, almost making it look like he could tear you in half. The skinny jeans he was wearing looked like they could split any seconds thanks to the big muscles in his thighs. A heavy alpha scent fills the room, even strong to the other alpha, Yugyeom, and ofcourse to Mark. 'Hey, i’m Jackson’ the guy says, a big smile on his face, and Mark swears that he is the most beautiful human being he has ever seen. 'Hi Jackson, my name is Youngjae, Jaebum’s mate’ Youngjae smiles, (yes after Mark and Youngjae broke up, he got together with Jaebum, and they turned out to be mates) not affected by Jackson’s scent, since he was already mated, becoming immune to other alpha’s. 'The famous Youngjae, nice to finally meet you, Jaebum talks about you alot’ Jackson smirks, receiving a punch from Jaebum. 'My name is BamBam, and this is my mate, Yugyeom’ BamBam introduces him and Yugyeom, both of them seeming to like Jackson already. 'I’m Jinyoung, and this is Mark, he doesn’t talk alot’ Jinyoung introduces them, and Mark kind of thinks how annoying it is that the younger beta introduced him like that. Mark nods as an hello, and lowers his gaze to his phone again, not able to look the alpha in the eye, even if he was one himself. He doesn’t listen to what the others talk about, until the heavy scent form Jackson is right besides him, sitting down on the couch. Mark looks up, only to find Jackson looking intensely at him. 'Hey, what are you doing?’ Jackson asks, and it kind of surprises Mark. Normally his friends would just let him do his thing while they did theirs, since Mark wasn’t a social butterfly. 'Checking out some music’ Mark replies and decides to be social, taking out one ear bud, offering it to Jackson. He shuffles closer and takes the ear bud, putting it in his ear, and Mark nearly forgets to start the music when he feels Jackson’s muscular thigh against his own. He shakes the nice feeling away and presses play, deep bass and rap starting. 'Zico right?’ Jackson asks, before softly rapping along. Mark looks at Jackson, amazed by how good he is. Jackson continues rapping along until he notices Mark is staring at him. 'What?’ he asks, ears turning bright red, and Mark smiles. 'You’re a good rapper’ Mark compliments him 'i rap as well, but my voice doesn’t fit many songs’. 'I’m sure it does’ Jackson smiles at the compliment. And they continue the night like that, quietly rapping along with songs, ending up laughing because of Jackson pronouncing something wrong. They swap phone numbers at the end of the night when everyone leaves, promising to text each other. And they do just that, becoming really close really fast thanks to all the texting. When they aren’t hanging out they are texting, talking whenever they can. It surprises the group how close Jackson and Mark have becoming, having their own inside jokes, talking Chinese or English, or even skinship. They were best friends with Mark too, but not to that extend. The two boys fit perfectly together, Jackson being loud and not thinking about saying stuff when he says it, and Mark being quiet and choosing his words wisely. It wasn’t until two months later that Mark wants to confess to Jackson. He didn’t know what Jackson thought about two alpha’s being together, or if he even liked Mark, but he was going to confess anyways. So that’s where they are now, leaning against each other on the couch, watching some stupid comedy show they both didn’t even think was funny. 'Jackson, i like you’ Mark blurts out after a particular bad joke, and he feels Jackson shifting against him. 'What do you mean?’ he asks, looking at Mark. 'I like you. As in, I want us to be something’ Mark says, and Jackson sits up straight. 'I like you too, but we are two alpha’s, we can’t be together’ Jackson says, and Mark feels happy about his confession, but not about the rest. 'If we like each other it can work out’ Mark says, and Jackson just keeps looking at him 'it’s up to you if you want to give it a shot’. 'Ofcourse I want to’ Jackson says, leaning down to capture Mark’s lips in a sweet kiss, not something expected from two alpha’s together.
They end up scenting each other that night, cuddling and kissing, their scents combining. And when they meet their friends again after that night, no questions why Jackson has a slightly sweeter scent, and Mark a heavier one. The only thing they do question is why they haven’t marked each other yet. But they predicted that was going to happen anyways.
Summary: After Alexander died, he realized the existence of reincarnation. While most didn’t believe in the possibility, Alexander was one of those special few who remembered everything in their past lives. Because of this, he spent almost all of his lives searching for his dear Eliza. As his lives went on, things began to seem hopeless, all until he runs into her one day in the most unexpected place.
Warning: cussing, mentions of rape and date rape drugs