Walk of Fame, part 3 of the Stars Aligned series (OS, 13,4k)


Alec is fairly certain he is the luckiest man in America. On earth. Possibly in the entire universe.

He slowly started to convince himself of the now indisputable fact when Magnus and him started dating a year ago after the ceremony that crowned Magnus as King of the World (or Best Actor, but Alec isn’t always objective when it comes to his boyfriend).
A lot happened in a year, and Alec knows eventually the wheel is bound to spin and his luck might dim and vanish but as of now, he still feels like the luckiest man on earth, and he is going to make the most of it for as long as it lasts.


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a banghim one-shot inspired by the prompts I received today. includes himchan worrying about yongguk this comeback. angst. ot6 feels. fluff.

It’s common knowledge that Bang Yongguk barely sleeps. If you were to rank B.A.P by their sleeping problems, the leader is the obvious number one. Daehyun would come second, even if it’s with a margin. Jongup is undoubtedly last; the guy is like a damn cat. Junhong only has trouble falling asleep right before big performances. Youngjae falls asleep less than five minutes after the lights go out.

Himchan can’t sleep when he worries. When heavy thoughts won’t stop circling like vultures inside his head. Those nights he toss and turn until the bed doesn’t feel comfortable anymore, and he has to get up and do something else not to go crazy.

When Yongguk still lived in the dorm, those were the nights Himchan would find the leader sitting with his laptop and awful posture somewhere in the dark. He’d take a bottle from their stash and force Yongguk to talk to him until he felt tired again. Usually he’d manage to drag the oldest with him to bed by that time as well, right before sunrise. They’d have a bit of a headache the next morning, but at least they’d gotten a few hours shut-eye. It had worked. It had been easy.

Now, it isn’t as easy.

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Always, R.

Aaron cursed multiple times as soon as he received the letter. How could Robert be so stupid? Robert had never been the type of person to write letters, so why now? When Aaron was in prison the last thing he wanted was the whole god damn prison finding out he was gay. He had hid the letter as soon as it was handed to him and he had seen the neat scrawl of his name on the front. There was a hole in the mattress, which he can only guess a previous inmate had made in order to hide things, he wonders if it was similar to what he was currently hiding now. For the next two hours, the letter was all Aaron thought about. Should he read it? Did he even risk reading it? Thoughts swirled round his head, cursing Robert for even sending the letter in the first place being one of them. Ethan had been gone for a little over an hour. Aaron could only guess with the light slowly fading in the cell. He didn’t know what Ethan was doing, didn’t care really. He didn’t care about much really lately, except his weekly visits. They was only thing that was keeping him sane. It felt like his skin was itching every time he thought of the letter. He wanted to read it. God he did. But it was such a big risk doing so. Oh what the hell. He doubled checked the cell door to make sure no one was lingering outside and took out the letter and ripped it open.

Aaron

God. I didn’t know it was going to be this hard. When I saw you and realised you didn’t want me touching you, I didn’t know where to put myself. That’s what our whole relationship is based upon. Those little touches, letting the other one know that we’re here and we’re going nowhere. And to have that taken away from me, from us, it’s killing me Aaron. I can’t imagine how hard it must be for you. You’re the one banged up with horrible, horrible people and I’m at home with our family and I’m the one moaning? I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. If we had just talked that night. If we’d just listened to each other instead of lashing out, if I hadn’t of taken my ring off, none of this would be happening. We would be married or planning the wedding, planning our honeymoon. Barcelona still appeal to you? I’m looking at the best places to visit in Barcelona as I write this. Aaron, we’ve got to go. You’d love it. Liv is missing you, so is Chas. But I’ve took them out a few times to distract them and it seems to be working. I’m keeping strong for them and I feel like for once I’m doing something right. Can you believe your sister and mum now get on with me? Crazy right? Anyway. I think the nights are the hardest. That’s when we’d have our daily catch ups. That’s when I’d pull you in close and wrap my 6ft frame around you and protect you and make you feel safe. Instead there’s half an empty bed and with you gone it’s too big. I’ll stop rambling but just know that I’m doing everything in my power to get you out of there. Even if it means you have to have one of those chunky, god awful ankle bracelets or you have to attend therapy. I’m doing everything I possibly can to get you home. And I won’t stop until you are. Always, R. 

He’s thankful that Robert doesn’t leave his full name but it just makes him cry even more. The fact that they both have to hide who they really are, after all those years of hiding themselves, they’re both back at square one. Aaron wipes his eyes when he feels the paper being ripped out his grip. He thinks it’s Ethan and he doesn’t panic too much until he looks up and see’s it’s the bald guy from the other day. He’s noticed that the guy has been looking at him a lot lately but he just brushed it off. The last thing he wants is more time added on to his sentence. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He know he doesn’t sound polite but that’s his letter and no one else needs to hear it or see it. Baldy has a different idea though because he strides out of the cell and calls all the other cell mates out of their cells. Aaron watches as they all race out, eager to find out what’s going on. Baldy stands at the railing, with the letter in his hand and coughs. 

 "I’ve got a bitta entertainment for you guys this evening!“ All the prisoners start talking amongst themselves and laughing at what’s to come. They’ve clearly seen this happen before.

 "Please just- just give it back” He’s aware he sounds desperate but god, he hasn’t even served a month yet and when they found what’s in that letter. They’ll know. And he knows he won’t be able to survive another 11 months in this place. Even with a family waiting for him back home. Baldy starts to reads the letter and Aaron feels himself zone out. He can’t do this. He can’t survive prison. He doesn’t know when Baldy stops reading the letter, he doesn’t hear him tear it up either, doesn’t see him grab a lighter from another cell mate and burn it in front of him. He wouldn’t be able to tell you if that angered Baldy or not. He’s soon brought out of whatever state he was in when he feels hands grab his arms and pin him up against the wall. He hears his back slam into the wall and he groans out in pain. This is it. He feels the first punch hit his stomach and he doubles over. Liv. Robert. Mum. That’s all he can think of. What are they going to do if he dies? How will they cope? Punch after punch is directed at him, in various places they hit him, directing all their anger and hatred they’ve obviously been storing into Aaron’s body. Eventually he feels the hands on his arms disappear and he collapses to the floor. “That’s for being gay” it’s Baldy who’s leaning over him, spitting the last word out in disgust. Aaron has never been ashamed of who he is, not for a long time and not even now. He just wishes the pain would go away. This is it, he thinks again. This is how he dies.


This is taken from prompt that @sugdenspecial received and which she sent to me. I may be wrong with prison protocol so apologies. Enjoy! I may write a few follow up chapters, it depends if anyone wants it.

The Dangerous Kind (HTGAWM AU)

Summary: In which you and Lin have your first day of law school at Middleton and encounter some strange, but intriguing, people. 

Author’s Note: yay, day ONE of the @hamwriters write-a-thon! I got this idea last night at approximately 5 pm and finished it by 7:30 pm. I type super quickly and I adore this idea. I’ve been a huge fan of HTGAWM since day one of the show, so this was just a joy for me to write. 

Special thanks to my babes:
@linslovelylocks for helping me choose this idea
@hamilbye for just existing and being in my life (love you) and also being a HTGAWM fan and also, for reading this for me when I finished it (who would read my fics if I didn’t have you?). 

Words: 2,761 

Warnings: None?? Mentions of murder, but you know that if you’ve seen the show. 

my askbox || my masterlist  


“Look at this, (Y/N)! We’re going to be lawyers!” You eyed Lin, watching him bounce on the balls of his feet as you waited to enter the classroom for the most prestigious law class in your state. You glanced back at the clock, still at its place on the wall, before replying to Lin.

“How much coffee did you have today?” You said, the weariness in your voice seeping through as you fought back a yawn. You glanced around you at the new faces that would be in the class with you for the rest of the year. You noticed none of them seemed to have anything in common except for the designer labels on just about everything they owned. You sighed, remembering how many strings you’d had to pull to get yourself a seat in this class and a spot at this university. Your parents swore this was the best path for you to become what they’d always dreamed of. You didn’t exactly come from money and neither did Lin, your best friend since your diaper days.

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dantea  asked:

College au? I'll let your creativity run free from there ;D (also what the heck, I'm planning on my major/minor to be English too?)

College Freshmen Are Loud

Read it on ao3!  & send in a prompt!

Summary: The noise in Dan’s dorm hall is cutting into his sleep. Phil provides a solution

Word Count: 1.9k

Notes: thank u, ryanne. I love college aus :(( (we should talk majors)

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Six Sentence Sunday >> Forever Lies Beyond the Tracks >> Chapter 15

Sorry for the late update, guys! Here’s a six sentence sunday to tide you over while I decide on finishing touches. Let me know what you thought!


He laughs, shaking his head ever so slightly as he stares me down. “We’re more than that, Katniss. We’re more than that and you know it.”

“Really?” I ask him sharply.  “Because last night I was your paid whore.”

He winces. “Katniss,” he says, reaching a hand out towards me, “you know I didn’t mean that. I know it’s no excuse, but I was drunk and hurt and angry.”

I slap his hand away with such force that I stumble backwards. “I don’t want to talk to you any more than I want to screw you.”

So I wrote the thing and I need validation. A headcanon I have where Roan is the uncle of the gang even though he acts like a pain in the butt, he is quite protective and would do anything for the people he cares about.

Summary: Roan has a habit of showing up in Clarke’s apartment when she doesn’t want him there. He eats her food, he falls asleep drunk on her kitchen floor, she will walk in on him in her shower. But he’s also there when she needs him the most. Roan x Clarke friendship, Bellarke

@sassamyblake @wellamyblake

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Clarke lets out a scream, nearly falling back against the door when she gets an eyeful of Roan in her shower. “Roan! What the hell are you doing here?”

Her next door neighbor and begrudging friend yanks the shower curtain tighter around his middle even though she can still see every bit of him, giving her a bashful wet dog look. “Uh, the super turned the water off in my apartment because I haven’t paid the second half of the rent and I –“

“Just thought you would waltz in here and use mine?” Clarke says. He nods and she rolls her eyes. “I’ll get some more towels, you’re dripping all over the floor.”

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A mix for John Smith, a creature of the seventies, and his twenty-first century Impossible Girl.

1. London Calling - The Clash // 2. Big Girls Cry - Sia // 3. Glory Days - Bruce Springsteen // 4. Ghost - Halsey // 5. Radio Gaga - Queen // 6. Speechless - Lady Gaga // 7. Call Me - Blondie // 8. Say Something - A Great Big World ft. Christina Aguilera // 9. Sweet Talkin’ Woman - ELO // 10. Take Care - Drake ft. Rihanna // 11. To Be With You - The Mavericks // 12. Not Giving In - Rudimental ft. John Newman // 13. Shall We Dance - Dreamboys // 14. Ship To Wreck - Florence + The Machine // 15. Video Killed The Radio Star - The Buggles // 16. Rather Be - Clean Bandit ft. Jess Glynne // 17. Starman - David Bowie // 18. The Days - Avicii.

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Be My Boyfriend

[ao3]

“Dean, be my boyfriend!” Castiel hissed.

Dean’s attention was pulled away from Charlie (who snorted into her drink) when Castiel grabbed his arm.

“Uh,” Dean said, feeling like he was missing out on some vital information. Castiel’s wide eyes were a little too bright and his cheeks were flushed with pink, indicating that he was probably a little bit drunk, though that still didn’t help clear up the situation.

“Come here!” Castiel dragged Dean by the arm across the crowded room until they stood in front of a short brunette who Dean thought was named Meg. Castiel wrapped his arm around Dean’s waist and squeezed him to his side.

“I told you!” he told Meg triumphantly. “I have a boyfriend!”

Meg looked Dean up and down incredulously. “You’re dating Dean Winchester?”

Starting to catch on, Dean put a possessive arm around Castiel’s shoulders. “Yeah, he is. Got a problem with that?”

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keith and lance ft. arguing+in love:

  • they’ll get bickering and all up in each others’ faces and it hits them at the same time how Gay they are
    • “No way, dude.”
    • “Uh, yeah way.
    • “REALLY?”
    • REALLY REALLY” and then they just. start making out
  • “every time you call me “mullet” you have to kiss me.”
    • “fine. but every time you don’t address me either as “the tailor” or “sharpshooter” you have to kiss me
    • “guess we better have a practice run just to make sure we’re clear on the rules then, huh lance?
    • “looks like it, mullet.”
  • they’re piloting their little fighter drones and lance’ll elbow keith when he one-ups him, and keith’ll shove him back and lance will giggle and be like “stop” and poke keith in the ribs and keith laughs “I’m not doing anything!!” and before long they’re just a tangled puddle
    • allura: “boys! we are under attack!
    • lance: “I knOW keith is attacking me please hELP”
  • the only thing that can keep them from bickering with each other is when they team up on someone else. 
  • one of the blade of mimosa ppl offhandedly mentions that their fighting is sloppy and keith and lance devour him
    • “uh? Excuse You? did you see keith’s moves out there?”
    • “were you even watching the same battle? lance did great.”
    • “he freaking destroyed those guys and if you think he didn’t then you gotta answer to me”
    • “yeah and I’d like to see you pilot a 10,000 yr old warship, buddy”
    • “so just, turn around? and never insult my bf again”
    • “the door’s right over there. away from lance.”
  • the dude just backs away slowly, then turns and runs from the sheer burning force of their gay power
Kittens and Mittens

With Gabriel gone for Christmas, Adrien is alone. So he decides to spend as much time as Chat Noir as possible, sleeping during the day and hunting around Paris at night. Until Marinette decides it’s time to intervene.  

Here! Have some Christmas ANGST! Actually, I wrote this a while ago and totally FORGOT ABOUT IT! Now it’s inaccurate because of the Christmas Special, but oh well. Enjoy anyway. 


Part 1

Christmas.

Adrien always tried to get excited about it. Frankly, it was hard not to be. The whole of Paris was festive—trees in parks, people bundled up with hot chocolate, store fronts decorated with lights and garlands. Everyone was abuzz for it all through December, planning and exchanging gifts.

Even Adrien had received a few parcels from his friends the last day before break, which was a first. Ever. Nino had gotten him the new Mecha Strike expansion, which he’d been playing religiously since. Alya had given him a pair of Ladybug socks, saying he’d mentioned them offhand a few months before (he didn’t remember doing so, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed the gift any less). Even Marinette had given him something, which he hadn’t at all expected.

But maybe he should have.

The gloves she’d made him were perfect. Not blue, like the scarf she’d given him for his birthday, but dark green with white accents. The cookies she’d made along with them had been phenomenal as well, though he shouldn’t have expected any less there either.

He’d been a little embarrassed when she’d given him the gifts, to be honest. He’d noticed her signature on the scarf a few months prior and promptly interrogated Nathalie on the subject. She’d confessed to the “mix-up” on threat of him telling his father, which would have gone over poorly for her.

His father hadn’t gotten him anything for his birthday—not even a stupid pen.

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Masterlist - Updated 2/25/17

Hamilton

Alexander Hamilton // One Shots

1. Cheap Pants -  College AU

Alexander Hamilton // Series

1. Lunchtime (Part One / Part Two) - “Are you wearing my pants?”

Hercules Mulligan // One Shots

1. Loud Mouth - Hercules has a soft side

2. Changes - “Friends with benefits. Oh, wait. I like you” 

3. Non-Negotiable - “Accidental waving” 

Lafayette // One Shots

1. Love Sick - “Can I kiss you?”

2. Late Night - Coming home drunk

3. Fresh Snow - Snow War

Lafayette // Series

1. Jeopardy (Part One / Part Two) - Friends to maybe something more.

George Washington // One Shots

1. Unreadable - “Wanna bet?” 

Philip Hamilton // One Shots

1. Yo-Yo - Soulmate AU

Philip Hamilton // Series

1. Legacy (Part One / Part Two / Part Three) - “So maybe you’re a fool, headfirst in love / with ink beneath your fingernails. ”

John Laurens // One Shots

1. Overdue - “You’re overdue for this book and I really want it.” 


In the Heights

Usnavi de la Vega // One Shots

1. Smooth Operator - “How long have you been standing there?”

2. Breaks - “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

3. Throne - “Do it. I dare you.”

4. Home - Reader is new to Washington Heights


RPF (Real Person Fics)

Okieriete Onaodowan // One Shots

1. My Favorite Cousin - Reader is Anthony’s cousin

2. Peace - Reader owns a bakery/Lin sets them up.

Alex Lacamoire // One Shots

1. Second Date - Lin sets them up.

Lin-Manuel Miranda // One Shots

1. Manhattan - “The one night stand I had is actually my boss.” 

2. Sisterly Love - “I told my family I was in a relationship/fake boyfriend”

3. A Man’s Opinion - “I’m helping you pick out an outfit for your date tonight and I’m totally in love with you.”

4. Slytherin - Reader is an understudy for Eliza

5. Mixtape - Reader is a single mom

6. What’s Next? - Oak plays matchmaker

7. 5 Things - You frequently have one night stands with Lin

8. First Dance - Lin and Reader meet early on in their careers

9. One Cream, Five Sugars - Lin spills coffee on the reader

10. Green, Green Dress - Based off of Green, Green Dress from tick, tick…boom!

11. Embarrassed - Lin is a fan of the Reader

12. Settled - Lin and Reader were college roommates/he invites her to the Tony’s

13. Tell the Kids - Reader is Lin’s assistant on Mary Poppins.

14. Armani Suit Reader is a part of an auction for a date with her.

15. Rehearsals - Reader is the choreographer for Marry Poppins and Lin needs extra help.

16. Drunk HistoryDrunk! Lin confesses something to the reader.

17. Secret Santa - Lin is Reader’s Secret Santa.

18. Christmas Without You - Christmas Eve with Lin

19. First Date - Lin and Reader are set up on a blind date.

20. Cool - Reader is a famous singer that sings a Hamilton song at her concert.

21. Mother Knows BestThe Oscars’ luncheon breeds a new relationship for Lin.

22. One Time… Lin is an upbeat theater camp counselor. Reader is anything but.

Lin-Manuel Miranda // Series

1. Backstage / Wedding Plans / Through the Years / Red Lights - Reader is a celebrity and goes to see Hamilton.

2. Impress Me (Part One / Part Two) - Reader conducts an interview with Lin and is also babysitting.

3. Impact (Part One / Part Two) - Reader is married but is in love with Lin.

4. Still Hurting / Rewind - Reader was recently cheated on and has to go on as Eliza.

5. Tells Your Story (Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five) - Reader is asked to be a part of the Hamilton Mixtape

6. Snapshots (Part One / Part Two) - Lin and Reader both miss their subway.

7. Only Us (Part One / Part Two) - Reader owns a bookstore Lin often frequents.

8. Bound to Happen (Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six) - The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Daveed Diggs // One Shots

1. First Sight - Rafa sets them up

Daveed Diggs // Series

1. Street Cred / Noted - “You’re a celebrity I admire but you’re flirting with me?”

Anthony Ramos // One Shots

1. Stars in the Sky - “I’m in love with you, this could ruin everything.”

Alex packs her suitcase five days before their vacation. Maggie thinks it’s adorable, how Alex makes a checklist of items she needs to pack, how she checkmarks them off one by one as she sets them next to her suitcase. And then Alex sits on their bed, folding each article of clothing with extreme care (she even refolds a few shirts because she hadn’t gotten them just right). When she finally looks up and asks Maggie if she needs help packing hers, Maggie just grins and shakes her head.

Alex quickly finds out that Maggie has an entirely different method - or rather, definition - of packing. Alex uses the word ‘packing’ loosely, though, staring at the frenzied movements Maggie is making to and from her closet every few minutes. It’s the night before their trip; over the last few days, Alex has concernedly reminded Maggie she hasn’t packed yet, and she’s just now decided to get around to doing it.

Maggie is taking random shirts off of hangers and throwing them towards her suitcase, followed by underwear and a few pairs of jeans, and then tosses a pair of shoes over as an afterthought. She tries to stuff them all into the suitcase, unfolded, and Alex just watches her wide-eyed. Maggie tries to zip the suitcase but the zipper won’t budge, and suddenly Alex is watching her huff and sit on her suitcase to get it to shut. She looks up and meets Alex’s eyes with a triumphant grin.

When Maggie wakes up in the morning, she slowly squints her eyes open to see that the other side of the bed is empty. She glances around their bedroom, and her eyes fall on Alex, who is currently sitting on the floor with Maggie’s suitcase open. She scrunches her forehead, wonders what in the world Alex is doing with her suitcase, and then she notices: Alex lifts one of the shirts Maggie had haphazardly thrown into the suitcase to her nose, inhales the scent of Maggie’s perfume still clinging to it. And then Alex’s lips twitch into a smile and she folds the shirt, sets it down in a pile of other folded clothes.

She doesn’t stir, not wanting Alex to know just yet that she’s woken up. Alex is staring into her suitcase with the utmost concentration, then gets up off the floor and heads into the bathroom. A minute later, she’s walking back towards the suitcase with Maggie’s hairbrush, shampoo, and razor in her arms. She’s careful when she places the items in Maggie’s suitcase, tries to be as quiet as she can so she doesn’t wake her up.

Maggie beams, and she can’t help it; she’s not used to being with someone who cares about her this much, someone who puts thought into their relationship, someone who actually pays great attention and detail to her. She’s not used to being with someone this perfect. She’s not used to feeling this loved.

“I have… died before, Dean.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” Dean stared back at him. They had gotten back to the bunker in two cars, Mary having diverted to meet with another hunter friend. Castiel’s car remained back where they left it because Dean didn’t want him to drive. It was too soon since he had nearly watched Castiel die right in front of him…  Sam could sense Dean’s unease the minute they made their way to the Impala and Dean tossed Sam the keys, opting instead to sit in the backseat with Cas.

“Dean…” Castiel shifted his weight at the base of the stairs in the war room, looking anywhere but the hunter in front of him. Sam went to return the weapons they had brought on them for the hunt. If Dean was gonna say his piece the last thing he could use was an audience.

“Don’t ‘Dean’ me, Cas!” Dean moved to grab Castiel’s attention, his wall starting to crumble. Cas was gonna die. He was gonna flatline right in front of Dean and there was nothing Dean could’ve done before Crowley snapped the lance. I can’t watch you die, Cas.

Castiel saw Dean’s expression change then, the layers unfurling. This was him breaking down. He took a step forward to help steady Dean’s weight as it shifted, both hands on Dean’s shoulders. 

“… There was black goo coming out of your mouth. It smelled like acid, man.” Dean knew he was rambling, shaking, but right now he really didn’t care. “I’ve been through shit. We’ve been through shit, but the last four hours of my life… were the worst I’ve ever had.” He moved to put one of his hands over Castiel’s on his shoulder, this time looking at Castiel head on. “I’ve made ‘I’m gonna die’ speeches, but never once did I say the one thing that I wanted… that I needed you to know. And just,” his voice broke then. Castiel felt Dean’s hand push against his own, grounding himself. “Hearing you say that part made me realize I never said it to you.”

Castiel said nothing, letting Dean have a moment to collect his thoughts. His body was fine, but his mind would need a few days to recover, he knew. Seeing Dean like this, seeing him so broken by the very idea; it was more than Cas could bare. Slowly, he closed the space between them until they were chest to chest, Dean’s face buried in Castiel’s neck as his other arm came around Castiel’s back.

“I’m alive, Dean,” Castiel spoke slowly against Dean’s hair as the other man’s grip tightened. “We’re alive, and what I said was still true.” 

“I can’t lose you, Cas. I refuse to. You’re family. You’re more than that,” Dean raised his head, his eyes red and his lip quivering. “I need to say it. I need you to know,” Dean swallowed hard.  “I love you, Cas. I can’t lose you.”

Castiel gave him a small smile. These were words he never thought he would hear and had come to terms with that, but the tide was changing. “You won’t lose me. Not ever.”

They didn’t separate for the rest of the night. 

Running Flat

*kicks down fandom door* I’M COMIN’ IN! 

Lance, like all the other paladins, is finally getting used to the “mind meld” they all have to indulge in when controlling their lions. Until someone’s uncontrollable crush comes in and knocks them all back in surprise. It’s a crush that circles persistently through their thoughts and only gets stronger as time goes on, until they begin to realize this might be a bit more serious than the term “crush” implies. 

Meanwhile, the unfortunate paladin behind it all is trying desperately to bury the feelings away, yet failing at every turn. 

Klance.


Part 1

The mind meld, as Lance (because he was a genius) had deemed it, that the five paladins were quite forced into when they were in their lions was something they’d all been initially uncomfortable with. But as their battles with the Galra and practice days had worn on, they’d grown quite accustomed to the whole thing. The mental connection wasn’t overly invasive, after all. More or less, it was about intention.

Not intention as in they could control what was projected and what wasn’t, but more as though their thoughts and feelings had to be intentionally severe. For example, Pidge’s irritation when they were cornered by the Galra was always very obvious, or Shiro’s deep desire that they all stay calm and collected. Hunk was known for, well, panic, but that usually faded pretty quickly in favor a deep thrumming determination and focus (as well as hunger when they were practicing boring formations). Keith had less constant interjections and was more inclined to shoot them up with irritation or rage (depending on the situation) for short bursts of seconds. Lance was also pretty sure that, when things were dire, the fierce desire to protect came from Keith too. He’d thought it was Shiro at first, until their head’s steady kind of acute protectiveness had come to the surface.

Though everyone was flattered at these rare displays by Keith, no one said anything. Probably wouldn’t have gone over too well and, honestly, making Keith feel embarrassed by the bonds he’d formed with them probably wasn’t a good idea when considering how he kept to himself most of the time.

Because, yes, even Lance knew when there was potential to go a step too far. He liked to bicker and poke and prod at Keith, and be a general annoyance to everyone, but he wasn’t out to hurt feelings. Not intentionally anyway. He was a people person, after all, and spent a great deal of energy feeling others out and learning their boundaries. Sure, his fellow paladins probably didn’t realize as much (he knew they thought he was slightly ridiculous and maybe even a little stupid—most people did), but it was true. He was generally thoughtful and only pushed as far as he was sure someone could take.

His supposed intellect (or assumed lack) and knack for being annoying aside, he brought his own degree of Lance to the mind meld mud pile of feelings. Optimism, that was what he generally projected in battle or practice. After all, they had to have faith they were going to succeed in order to do so. Maybe optimism wasn’t as important as Hunk’s determination, Shiro’s steady hand, Pidge’s irritated analyses, or Kieth’s adrenaline inducing rage, but it must have been good for something. Otherwise there’d be problems. Allura was always going on about how they had to be balanced, how it was important that their own thoughts work well with everyone else’s.

And since no one had been complaining, Lance could only come to so many conclusions. Either his optimism was useful or, well, simply wasn’t a hindrance, worst case scenario. Not like they really talked about each other’s mental brain waves, after all. They’d all pretty much deduced who was who—it was pretty obvious—but so long as things were going smoothly, there was no need to call any of it to attention.

That was what Lance told himself anyway. Even if his fluffy, hovering over their heads optimism was as much use as a lawnmower in space, at least he wasn’t causing problems. That in and of itself was enough to keep him positive.

Maybe he was a fifth wheel, but at least he wasn’t running flat.

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