Maleficent is a dragon who cursed an infant because she wasn’t invited to a christening, this woman CANNOT raise a child.
Queen Griemhilde is a conceited, vain witch who killed a 14 year old because she was prettier than her, this woman CANNOT raise a child.
Jafar hypnotised the sultan, got himself turned into a magician, a genie, just for power and forced a 15 year old to be his slave girl, this man CANNOT raise a child.
Cruella DeVil is a mentally ill woman whose affection consists of derogatory comments, blowing smoke in your face and never taking no for an answer, this woman CANNOT raise a child.
So, let’s say Evie, Carlos, Mal and Jay grow up on an island without magic, surrounded by murderers, thieves, people who did bad things, people who are proud of these things. Let’s say, they don’t teach them to be evil. Let’s say, they teach them ‘don’t let anyone keep you from what you want, you are a queen, a dragon, a genie, you are magic’. Ben has dreams about a girl with green eyes and lilac hair, of a girl who is different, something fae, and he remembers the fairy who cursed his father because he wasn’t kind, so he asks his parents to let some of the villain’s kids stay in Auradon. Show them goodness.
When they arrive, they don’t arrive in a tumbling mess. They don’t even get out of the car, and when the chauffeur opens the door, there’s a stick thin girl with long blue hair staring at her hands, a muscled boy who almost isn’t a boy anymore, rubbing the bands on his arms, the girl from his dreams, eyes glowing, a little boy dressed in fur curled up in their laps.
They aren’t used to magic, even though it is in their very cores. So they take time to get used to it, to learn to live with death and power under their skin.
They weren’t sent to get a wand for world domination. They were sent to get a wand for freedom. So it takes them longer to realise just what their parents did. It takes talks and family day and Queen Leiah screaming at the top of her lungs (‘Get away from here, do not touch my grandchild, my daughter will never be mine because of you, how dare you, how dare you?’) for Mal to realise that this isn’t about invitations and pettiness. It’s about a woman with hair as yellow as gold and lips that shame the red red rose, growing up poor, in a cottage, falling to her death at the touch of a spindle, this is about her mother talking about the raven with more fondness than her, this is about all the things her mother did, no matter the reason.
Evie still studies with Doug, and she hasn’t been taught to score a prince, she’s been taught to use her beauty, it is all men want, get rid of them before they get rid of you, do NOT die. So she meets with Doug at his house and Dopey stares at her and then he gets Snow White, who breaks down crying at the sight of this thin, beautiful girl with hair in a colour that has haunted her sleep ('what did she do to you, was it not enough for her to kill me, what has she done to you’) and Evie realises that her mother’s stories are not about men, they are about this woman, about her sister, who was 14 and beautiful and dead. And this is about her and all the bones she can count when she looks in the mirror.
Jay befriends the only other Arabian speaking children he can find, plays gurney, ruthless and self centered and for him, and one day Aladdin picks his children up and Jay does one of those backflips where he stays in the air for too long and it knocks the wind out of him. Jay doesn’t understand because of Aladdin, he sees a thief, who is like him, but it isn’t what makes him think, tourney does the trick because they are a team and the world does not revolve around him, he is not the center of the universe.
Carlos knows that his mother is wrong from the moment he is old enough to master critical thinking. She shrieks and hits and worships fur and he spends his days begging for scraps. There’s no magic in him, no rush he gets from crossing the barrier, so he helps his friends. They have always been his lifeline, so maybe now he can be theirs.
McCoy constantly seeing Julian at medical conferences because he still attends them.
McCoy always talking to Julian because the boy is bright for an idiot who thinks frontier medicine is anything but the worst damn thing anyone could ever have the utmost privilege to engage in and he’s so proud of this kid.
McCoy learning of Julian’s status and telling him it ain’t natural that Starfleet would consider punishing a man simply because of something he had no choice in since he’s met Khan twice and the damn fool wasn’t anything to write home about, augment or not. Julian though, he’s a good kid.
McCoy also pointing out that Julian can’t be that augmented if he’s dumb enough to have a crush on a Cardassian spy and still too cowardly to do anything about it.
Leonard Horatio McCoy just being a salty mentor/father figure to Julian Subatoi Bashir.
Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.
Warning(s): Fluff & Angst
A/N: A scene is lowkey inspired by the perks of a wallflower in this chapter sksk enjoy you little cuties !! sorryforthewait
Richie pulled over, smirking as he watched Eddie’s confusion grow.
“You stopped here?”
“Yep, now get out.” Richie hummed, before climbing out of the truck doorway- grabbing his keys and standing to his feet.
Eddie was confused, his head tilted as he climbed out and looked at his surroundings. What stood before him was a tall abandoned carpark building surrounded in intertwining railings, the strands of thin grass below standing tall and knee length to Eddie.
“This is an abandoned building.”
“Well done, captain K.” Richie spoke with sarcasm, hands in his pockets, “This is my hideout.”
Eddie stepped forward next to Richie, glancing at the wired railings that stood before them both. “So, how do you get into the hideout?”
Richie hummed yet again, walking along the side of the metal, his fingers trailing against each curve. His eyes fixated on a small gap that he used to climb through when he was younger. “I’m presuming you’re not a climber, right Eds?”
“I am not climbing that thing, no way.” Eddie folded his arms, “There should just be an entrance-”
Draco first hears it on the Hogwarts Express. But when he enters the offending compartment, he finds Harry Potter with a Weasley. Which can’t be right.
Later, he hears it at the feast and begins the first of many extended stares across the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table. Potter doesn’t notice yet.
As the years pass, Draco is always seeking that sound. Even sometimes when it’s at his own expense. It is always worth it.
When Voldemort curses the dark mark on his arm, it’s the sound that consumes his thoughts and distracts him from the excruciating pain. A barrier between him and the darkness.
It’s the only thing that gets him through sixth year, even as he follows the orders of a man he despises. And it’s a distorted high pitched version of that sound he hears when Harry Potter slashes his chest wide open and he thinks he might die.
After that he doesn’t hear it in his head anymore. And Harry Potter doesn’t return to Hogwarts for their seventh year.
When the war is finally over, Harry Potter doesn’t seem to make that sound anymore, or even smile. Every picture in The Daily Prophet shows a grim, solemn face.
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy meet again when they bump into one another at Diagon Alley. For a moment they just stare at each other, both uncertain what to say after so many years and with a history like theirs.
Until Draco sticks out a hand and says “The name’s Malfoy….Draco Malfoy.”
man i feel like I could easily write 15 000 words about this haha. Trying to make this idea small is hard, but let’s give it a go.
“So what do we do? We’re a paladin down now.” Pidge states. It’s a topic they’ve been dancing around. Shiro is gone, and yes of course they will find him again, but until then they can’t just… not form Voltron.
“Keith takes black. Yeah ok, so that’s resolved.” Pidge continues.
“Are we honestly…” Lance starts to interrupt.
“But there’s STILL five lions.” Pidge shoots Lance a look. She knows he wants to argue the leader Keith point, but that’s another discussion.
“We need another paladin.” She concludes. The group all stare at each other, not sure of what to suggest. The air is stale.
“I….” Allura starts. Coran grabs her arm protectively. She turns to him with an understanding smile, pats his hand, and steps out of his grip.
“I will fill in.” Her commanding voice rings in the Lion’s hangar. Hunk nervously wrings his hands. Keith looks skeptical.
“Princess, we need you to…”
“Who else do we have?!” Allura implores. “No one knows the lions like I do. I’m already a part of this team, so it’ll be easier for me to bond than some outsider!”
The others all share a look. It had to be Allura. Of course it did. But it was a shame that it had to come to this.
“Who will you pilot?” Hunk moves the discussion forward. Allura smiles and taps her chin thoughtfully. Her eyes move around to look at all the lions. She sighs at a fond memory.
“My father was the red paladin, and if Keith is piloting black then…” Allura steps towards the red lion. She smiles and places her hand on its barrier. It vibrates under her touch, but does not break.
“It just seems logical.” There’s fondness in her blue eyes. She leans forward and places both palms on the barrier.
“Of course there is the issue of the red lion being the most temperamental so…” Allura laughs. The barrier doesn’t budge under her. Still keeping her out. Keith shakes his head.
“She doesn’t like it when you call her that.” He sings.
Allura winces. She pats the barrier gently.
“Ah, sorry girl. I didn’t mean it.” She coos. “I understand how important your paladin is. I know how much you need to trust them. I don’t want to push, but please… please I need you to…” Allura pauses. Her mouth goes taut. She stares at the giant beast in front of her trying to sense it. She leans against the barrier with a frustrated sigh.
“How did you do this, Keith? I can tell this isn’t working at all.”
“I blasted myself out of an airlock if you must know.”
“Guys, guys,” Lance holds up his hands. “You’re going about this all wrong. For blue and I…. it was like love at first sight!” Lance saunters over to where Allura stands.
“Your lion is your lady, and she has to know that you are going to love and respect her. You can’t grovel, you gotta woo her.” Lance stands next to Allura.
“Mind if I show you?” He grins. Allura rolls her eyes.
“Oh yes please. Demonstrate for all of us.”
Lance rises to the bait. He clears his throat.
“Hello Red, you look radiant as always. Would it be ok if I spent the evening with you?” He raises his hand to knock on the barrier.
He immediately falls through. With a vibration and a crackle, he stumbles into the red lions perimeter. He catches himself before he eats cement. He turns to beam at everyone. They look on with disbelief. Particularly Keith.
“See!” Lance exclaims happily. His voice sounds distant and crackly inside the barrier. “Just like that!” He turns to shoot finger guns at the red lion. “Thanks red, you’re beautiful. i love you. Ok Allura, if you just want to…”
Lance bumps against the barrier.
He stares at it in confusion. He tries to step forward and bumps against it once more.
‘What…?” He whispers.
“Oh no…” Allura stares. Pidge’s eyes widen. Keith starts to look manic.
Allura, Hunk and Pidge all touch the barrier. None of them can get in.
And Lance can’t get out.
Lance starts to push harder against the barrier.
“Guys, I can’t…. how do I…?”
“Lance, Lance…” Allura shakes her head. She holds his gaze through the barrier.
“She’s chosen you.”
Lance’s chest goes cold. He turns over his shoulder to look at the monstrous lion. The red glow around him is bright and hurts his eyes. Nothing like the soothing aura of Blue.
“What?! No! No! Nononono! Blue’s my lion! I’m not giving her up!” Lance beats on the barrier. it flickers underneath his fists.
“Let me out! Keith! Come talk to your lion! Get me out of here! Tell her I can’t do this! I WON’T do this!”
“Lance, it’s ok. I’m coming I’ll…” Keith smacks into the barrier. So confident that it would peel away for him, that he hadn’t even tried to slow down. He rubs his knee that collided and hisses. He raises his hand to the barrier and pushes. It firmly pushes back.
“Lance…” He breathily whispers. Lance places his palm opposite Keith’s, so they look like they are touching, but the barrier crackles firmly between them.
“I can’t get in.” His breath shakes with emotion. “She wants you. She’s chosen you.”
Lance blinks away tears.
“B…but Blue. Blue’s mine. No one can….”
Soft footfalls echo across the hangar. Allura has taken off and runs towards where Blue stands. At a full sprint, she charges forwards and Blue’s barrier easily dissolves around her.
“Alright!” Alurra gives a victorious cheer. Blue lurches forward, opening its mouth ready for Allura to board.
Lance’s heart breaks. He falls forward. Keith worries his lip and presses himself as close to Lance as he can. Hunk and Pidge wisely walk away.
“Lance. Lance, I’m so sorry.” Keith whispers. His voice rattles in the comms of Lance’s helmet.
“But out of everyone here…Red has chosen you. She needs you. Can’t you feel her?”
“But she’s yours, Keith. She’s yours and you’re hers.” Lance’s voice trembles. He looks up into Keith’s face.
“I know. And she’ll always be mine so….” Keith swallows. “I’ll need you to take really good care of her. She’s trusting you, Lance. I’m trusting you.” Keith looks up with glassy eyes. Blue may have let Allura in, but here Red was actively locking her own paladin out. A surge of sympathy courses through Lance.
Metallic whirring causes lance to turn. Red has bowed down and opened her mouth wide, inviting Lance in.
“You have to go.” Keith states and turns to leave. Lance goes to grab him, but his hand smacks painfully against the barrier.
“Keith wait!” He calls. Keith pauses. His eyebrows knit together and he waits. Lance steps back from the barrier with a frustrated sigh.
“If I…If I could hug you I would.” He announces. Keith’s eyes widen.
a few months ago, after years of boycotting myself from getting help, i finally gathered the courage to tell the people around me about what i’ve been struggling with for so long. it’s certainly still difficult, and there’s so many barriers from money to schedules to confidence. but so far, it’s been good and i wish i did it sooner. if there’s anyway to help minimize those external barriers for everyone, maybe it’ll be easier to minimize the barriers we put ourselves.
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get this: a fic where lance was chosen to lead voltron by black, even though Shiro said he wanted keith to lead. The whole team gets into a fight over it, and Lance ends up leaving to save them time, but when he does, black makes the team go get him. good idea???? idk i just wanna see it in a oneshot
Ask and ye shall receive! Hope you like it!!
“Why.” Slice. “Won’t” Punch. “You.” Kick. “Open?!” Keith staggered back from Black’s raised barrier, taking in ragged breaths. Pidge furrowed her brows, palms pressed against the barrier. “Why won’t Black open to Keith? Shiro said he wanted him to lead Voltron. Why won’t he listen?” Keith raised his bayard over his head and with a yell, struck the barrier again. Nothing happened. Hunk stepped forward, peering up at the Lion. “Maybe it doesn’t want Keith to be their pilot. But if that’s the case…who do they want?” “I don’t know, but it’s really pissing me off!” Keith fumed. Lance, who had been unnaturally quiet, stepped up to the Lion’s barrier. “Calm down, Mullet. Maybe you’re just not being nice enough.” With that, Lance brought his knuckles to the barrier and simply knocked, just as he had with Blue. A pause. Then the barrier began to fall until there was nothing between the Lion and the other Paladins. “No fucking way…” Kieth turned around, face red. “You?! It wants you?! Are you serious, is this a fucking joke?!” Keith turned toward the lion and pointed his finger. “You’re messing with us, right? You honestly want Lance, out of all of us?!” Keith was answered with silence. Pidge paved back and forth. “Surely something must be wrong. For Black to chose Lance over all of us, especially Allura and Coran?” Hunk ran his fingers through his hair. “Oh man. This is bad. Keith, just try to calm down, alright?” “I AM CALM!!” Lance’s breath got caught in his throat. This was all too much. He never asked for this. Didn’t want it if he was honest with himself. How could he lead Voltron? He couldn’t even get his team to stop arguing and fighting. “I-I have to go.” The team didn’t hear him, even when Lance got into Blue and sped off to escape the fighting. The other continued to argue until a loud roar cut them off. Their mouth snapped shut and they slowly turned to the Black Lion, who eyes had come to life. A deep voice filled their heads. *Stop acting like children. Stop this foolish nonsense. It’s time to act like defenders of the universe.* Black roared once again, causing the remaining Lions to come alive. *Bring me back my Paladin.*
it’s so frustrating because I know I’m not unintelligent but my anxiety keeps me from applying myself in every aspect of the university environment and it makes me feel inferior for not being able to live up to those standards of success
pairing: jeon jungkook | reader genre: childhood friends au / fluff word count: 7,060 description: confessing has never been easy for a shy boy like jeon jungkook, but sometimes you just got to take a chance in the name of love. author’s note: to my girl @workofteaguk because you told me to write it and honestly i get all my best fluff ideas for our men with you <3 think of this as a parting gift to summer. still, i hope we’ll be free from evil essays and ridiculous websites that tell us we plagiarized our own names this school year~
For the past thirteen years of Jungkook’s life, his only semblance of confidence came in the shape of you. His own desires never had to part his lips when you said them for him. Sometimes you would just know even without him telling you as if you could read his mind in that split second. He can’t say he ever hated it either. It’s silly to say considering most kids like expressing themselves by their lonesome, but being a kid and an unbearably shy one at that, having someone as outspoken as you was an absolute godsend.
At the age of five, his mother and his godmother (your mother) dreamt and hoped that you two would find friendship in one another which ultimately succeeded. He was never quite sure what did it exactly, but from the many neighborhood excursions you dragged him on in your close-knit neighborhood and the many playdates you two were put into, he found solace in all of it and in you. He sure as hell enjoyed spending time with you over Jinho, who only wanted to put him into a headlock until he cried for mercy (or just cried, in general) because at least with you, tears came when he had to part from you.
Without a doubt, this camaraderie became a defining point in his childhood. There was no expectation of him with you, because you already saw him in his home life and him in his school life. It was undoubtedly a relationship that he cherished despite the numerous times you would drag him into trouble from sneaking out to go to the park, to hopping the fence to your house, to pranking Jinho when you stayed over. He did these things with your own coaxing until it became his own conscious will to do stuff like going to your house when he shouldn’t or letting you play his favorite video game, fully aware that you had dance practice. All for his own selfish reasons, he relished in acting this way with and without your influences, because you were his friend—one of very few (though he disliked including Jimin sometimes)—that he had throughout the eight years of school you two shared together.
Your eyes diminished in size, squinting to adjust itself to the ray of light penetrating through the windows. A familiar warmth could be felt, sprawled across your back and feeding you with an unimaginable sense of amenity. Shutting them closed, your vision was kept hidden from you as you shifted your position on the bed to turn away from the sun, effectively burying your face into the crook of a neck that belonged to your personal heater. It felt too cozy; the soft pillow your head was resting on, the smooth blanket draped over your bare body and the man you harbored intense feelings for with his arm slung across your waist.
“Rise and shine, sweetheart,” Baekhyun spoke, voice husky and gruff undoubtedly as an effect of the hours of slumber he had just indulged in. It made him sound incredibly sexy and you found yourself wishing to hold onto the sound, wanting to remember it forever for the sole purpose of replaying it over and over again in your mind. From the way his hot breath fanned against your skin and the way his soft words sounded slightly louder, you could deduce that he had spoken just inches away from your ear.
Summary: You are the new member of the cullen family, soon to find out that you are also Jasper’s mate.
—————————————-Authors note: This didn’t go exactly as planned and it is my first Twilight imagine but I hope you all enjoy it. I am excited to write more of this series in the future and I hope that you will send in requests for it.
You didn’t know how long you had been laying in the woods. Hours, days, weeks, none of it mattered once you so those incredulous golden eyes peering down at you with the waves of perfect blonde hair flowing as stared down. Something had connected between the two of you that no one yet understood. The strong arms of this beautiful creature carried you through the mountains and hills. You weren’t aware of where all you had been or how long it took to reach your destination, all you knew is that you were happy to get there.
Awakening on a soft bed with silk sheets, you opened your eyes and took a look around. You hadn’t a clue where you were. It was beautiful though. You sat staring out an open window. The entire wall across from you was a glass barrier between you and an enchanting forest.
“Was this even real” you thought to yourself.
Only moments later the door of where you now rested opened to reveal a tall handsome man. Who, although was blonde, didn’t resemble the man from your dream.
“Your awake.” He said is a shocked tone as his eyes rested on you. He has walked over and began to examine you. Normally, you would push him away, but you were so confused at the moment you couldn’t think straight. He shined a light in your eyes and listened to your heartbeat with a stethoscope as you began to question him.
“Yes, umm… who are you? And umm… where am I?” You asked in a pleasant yet confused tone.
“Right, excuse my thoughtlessness.” He smiled. You looked into his eyes, the same ones the boy from your dream had. “My name is Carlisle. I am a doctor here in the town Forks. My son was hiking out in the woods and found you almost dead. He carried you back to our place and we have been taking care of you ever since.”
“Ok. So, how long have a been here? Am I ok now. I feel different than before. Almost, more powerful. Like I was reborn. Is that normal.”
“Well… when Jasper, my son, got you back here you were in a very bad condition. It may sound completely insane, but you just have to believe me. Alright?”
“Go ahead. I think I can handle it.” You grew more worried by the second.
Just as Carlisle was about to speak another figure appeared in the doorway. The man from your dream.
“She’s awake!” He rushed to your side. He had gotten there in a split second, much faster than anyone you had seen before.
“Could I ask another question? Am I on some type of drug or did he just get from there to here in a matter of .05 seconds!” You nearly shouted out of shock.
“You haven’t told her yet?” The boy, you now assumed was called Jasper, spoke.
“I haven’t gotten the chance. I will give you two some privacy.” Carlisle exited the room.
Jasper spoke first. “I’m sure, as you have heard from Carlisle, that when I found and brought you back here to him you weren’t in the best of health. Well, there is something strange that you need to know. It may sounds bizarre at first, but…” you stopped him in the middle of his sentence.
“I will have to understand. Carlisle told me that part. Could you tell me now, please.” You said, because you couldn’t wait any longer.
“We are vampires. When you got here, Carlisle knew that you would die soon if we didn’t do something. So we turned you. Please don’t get upset! I know it is a lot to take in…”
You stopped him yet again by laughing hysterically.
“He couldn’t possibly be telling the truth.” You thought to yourself.
You then spoke,“ Could you tell me what actually happened now?”
He sat and stared at you without moving a muscle, but then broke the silence saying,“ Let me try to prove it to you.”
Jasper walked over to a cabinet a rummaged through a drawer until he slid out a mirror and brought it over to you.
“When I found you, I looked into your eyes. They were blue. You looked into mine at the same time, do you remember the color.”
“They are the same as they are now. Not normally colored, but golden.”
He held up the mirror after you had responded. You jaw dropped as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were the same as his.
Jasper spoke again, he has a southern twang in his voice,“ Try to stand up and walk around.”
You stood up and took a step but instead of getting closer to him you had gotten to the opposite side of the room as quick as he had only moments before.
He chucked a little as how shocked you were. “Don’t worry, darling, you will grow to get used to it.”
“Jasper, I do have one more question. If we had only just formally met, moments ago. Then why do I feel so attached to you. Like I have known you my whole life.”
He smiled and walked towards you. Once he finally got to you he rested a single hand in your shoulder. “I’m not exactly sure about you, but even though we just met. I had been looked for you my entire life. There is a reason that when I found you, I couldn’t just leave you there even though I thought you might die. There is a reason that I had Carlisle turn you instead of letting go like most of his other patients. We have a connection. You are my mate, as we call it around here.”
You smiled. “Jasper, everything I have been told since I awoke either seems like it isn’t true or it is a complete fantasy. I surely hadn’t been sure of anything up until this point, but this, this I don’t even have to think about. I know that this is where I am supposed to be. Right here, with you.”
Before you knew it you were pinned against the nearest wall with Jasper’s soft lips attached to yours.
“I am so relieved that you feel the same way.” Jasper said breaking the kiss.
You breathed heavily, taken aback by the kiss you had just received. “So what now?” You asked Jasper.
“You are staying with us from this point on. We will be spending quite a bit of time getting to know each other better.” He said as his hands roamed down your body and held onto yours. “First things first though, you must meet the full family.”
“So it’s not just you and Carlisle?” You asked curiously.
He let out a breathe of laughter.
“Not exactly. Don’t worry though, they are going to love you.”
Shiro quickly walked towards Lance’s room, a worry line etched onto his face. He had only heard the tail end of his and Keith’s argument but he knew that Keith had touched a sensitive nerve in the blue paladin, one that was certainly off limits. “Why can’t you ever be serious?! If you don’t take this seriously, the Galra will go to Earth and kill all of our families and its going to be all your fault!”
Shiro winced at the memory, he could only imagine what Lance was thinking about at the moment, he didn’t spare Keith a glance before he was chasing Lance down the hallway toward the paladin bedrooms. He stopped in front of the blue paladin’s. “Lance? Are you in here?” Shiro asked the dark room, as he quietly creeped in. He saw the blanket on top of Lance’s bed give a twitch at the sound of his voice. He crept forward and sat on the edge of the bed, close enough to reach out and touch, but still enough to give the teen his space. “What do you want Shiro?” Lance’s muffled voice asked from underneath his blanket barrier. “I just wanted to see if you were alright,” Shiro replied looking at the lump. “I’m surprised that you aren’t comforting Keith,” Lance grumbled at the leader. Shiro flinched slightly at that but let out a sigh after a moment. “I don’t always take Keith’s side for everything you kno-” Shirt started. “Coulda fooled me,” Lance interrupted peeking his head out from under the covers; revealing puffy red rimmed eyes. Shiro lost his breath when he saw the damage that Keith’s harsh words caused the paladin. “I know that it seems like I take Keith’s side more often than not; but I know that Keith was in the wrong this time,” He replied looking into Lance’s eyes. He frowned when he saw that tears were beginning to gather in the blue pools. “Why does he hate me so much?” He whispered. Shiro’s mouth dropped open a little in shock. “He doesn’t hate you Lance. No one hates you,” He said flustered by the suddenly crying teen, he quickly scooped him up, blanket and all into his lap. “Then why did he say something like that?” Shiro sighed bringing his hand up to card it through the dark brown locks. “I don’t know, but I know that one day we will get back to Earth and you will see your family again,” he said trying to sound reassuring to the teen. He felt a slight tremor go through Lance’s body before suddenly he started sobbing against Shiro’s shoulder. “Oh, did I say something wrong? Are you okay?” He asked worriedly tilting Lance’s face so that he was looking into his eyes. Lance’s lips trembled before he coughed out another sob. “E-even if we do make it back to Earth, my family won’t be saved,“ he choked out. Shiro’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. Lance looked down as more tears rolled down his cheeks. “They’re all dead Shiro, I’m the only one out of my family left,” Shiro let out a choked gasp and enveloped Lance in a crushing hug, pressing Lance’s head into his shoulder. His eyes teared up at the thought that Lance was holding onto this information for so long without any of them being the wiser. It brought all the memories of Lance happily talking about his family to the forefront of his mind. The smiles and laughs that he would let out at the mention of his siblings or parents, and the fond memories he would tell them about his aunts, uncles and cousins; and the admiration in his eyes when he talked about his veteran grandparents who met at the Garrison as pilots and wanted to follow in their footsteps. “I’m so so sorry Lance, I had no idea,” he whispered to distraught teen. He rubbed his back when it seemed like he was at the end of his crying. “You were never meant to, no one was supposed to, not even Hunk knows,” he stated leaning his head against Shiro’s shoulder to be able to look at him. “There was a series of unfortunate events, or what seemed like it I guess. Just one after the other they started getting in accidents that would take their lives; house fires, armed robberies, even murders and then, I was the only one left,” he stated giving a small hiccuping sob at the end. “Then Voltron happened, and I guess this is the universe telling me that I’m not supposed to make it back to Earth, I have no family to welcome me back anyway,” “No! Thats not true!” Shiro yelled surprising Lance, who was shocked to see tears rolling down his leader’s face. “You have us! You’re our family now, and when we get back to Earth we still will be, you can live with me and Keith, or Pidge, or Hunk, heck Coran will probably adopt you. So don’t you ever think that you’re alone; because you’re not, and we will always be here for you,” Shiro cried holding Lance tighter and tighter with every passing second. Lance’s breath hitched before he started sobbing again whispers of ‘thank you’s slipping out every few seconds. It felt like several hours passed before they were both calm again. Lance sat up and gave Shiro a grateful smile. “Thank you for everything Shiro, sorry for being a burden,” “You’re not a burden Lance, if you ever need to talk about anything, you can come to me, I’ll listen, I’ll always be there for you,” He replied standing up beside the bed. “Do you need anything before I leave? I could get you some food and water if you want it,” he offered. “No thanks Shiro, you’ve done more than enough for me,” he smiled at the leader, who smiled back. “Alright, tell me if you need anything, anything at all, I don’t mind,” he reminded him as he walked out the door. Lance only waved.
After our party makes its way through a city overrun with undead, fleeing from hordes of zombies to finally face the evil necromancer that has taken control of the city, all of our attacks proceed to bounce of a magical barrier from which the necromancer gloats and magically smashes in the head of our dwarf npc companion, our party not having a single magical attack between us have no way to even attack the boss, the enemy seeming way beyond our current level and abilities
DM: now i have revealed to you my evil plans to you all i will kill you all, adding to my undead army, the necromancer stops and looks around in confusion as animals begin to magically appear, running around the dimly lit room, deer, birds, bears, squirrels Me: i pick up one of the magic squirrels, the summoned beast in one hand a tinderbox in the other, looking back and forth between the two of them, considering my options Me ooc: i can make my own magic missile right? DM: you want to set fire to a magic squirrel and hurl it at the necromancer? arnt you a beastmaster, friend to all the animals? Me ooc: its me or the magic squirrel!! there is a army of undead above us blocking our retreat and a unkillable necromancer before us now, it is a desperate situation and it calls for desperate measures, if this furry fireball can break his barrier its worth the sacrifice! DM: the animals, including the squirrel begin to vanish one by one as the spell is cancelled Me: it would’ve worked..