Lance had many hidden talents. He could sing, he could play the guitar, and was the only one in his family that could rival his mother cooking.
And, to everyone’s surprise, he was really good at flirting. Yes, he liked to joke around and tell girls stupid pick-up-lines, but he knew none of the things he said were going to get him somewhere with them. To be honest, it was only a game for him.
His stupid flirting always got people to laugh, to relax, which was his main goal.
But his actual flirting? Well, it always got him whatever he wanted.
Do you want to get into a place for free? Just bat your eyes and giggle a little. If you can, show a bit of skin. Do you need a favor? Call the person pretty names, hug them. Be a little more touchy, but still keep a distance. You don’t want them to think they can touch you whenever they want. Do you need money or need to buy something? Well, you need to work more for that one. Be nice, have little details with them. Hug them, hold their hand. Let them know that you care and you want something more than just a friendship even when you don’t. Be subtle, act naive and just drop hints that you want or need things. If you have them well wrapped around your finger, they will get anything that you ask for just to make you happy. Don’t forget to give them a few kisses, you need to keep them interested! If they start asking for more just leave them immediately.
To be honest, Lance was not… Truly proud of this talent. He didn’t like playing with other people’s feelings, but he did what he had to do to help his family. They didn’t have much money, and his mother and father struggled a lot to make sure they could attend to school and had something to eat everyday.
His flirtation was something he did to have fun once in a while, but after he realised how much he was getting from it he started taking advantage. At first they were simply stuff. Being able to go to places without spending a penny was good. He could still have fun without wasting his parents money on unnecessary things.
But then he started meeting new people. And these persons he met were wealthy as fuck. And Lance use this on his favor… He befriend them, he started flirting, and then manipulated into paying his family debts. Of course, for them it was nothing. Just more money to throw away in order to impress Lance and get on his good side.
For him? It meant everything when the bills arrived and saw the relief and confusion on his parents faces.
He stopped doing when he thought it was enough and spent the rest of his days studying to get a full scholarship on the Garrison to try to fufill his dream of becoming a pilot to travel the universe.
Of course, he never expected going so soon and becoming a part of as important as Voltron. To be honest, Lance felt really out of place. All of his teammates had amazing skills and great things to offer. Him? He didn’t have much, really. His talents weren’t a thing people usually looked for in a warrior.
Yes, he was smart ans was getting so much better in battle. But he didn’t have anything especial.
They took Zarkon down. They didn’t kill him, but he was to hurt to keep fighting. Everyone saw this as an opportunity to take the Galra Empire down now once and for all thinking that now they didn’t have a ruler it was going to be much easier.
Needless to say, they were wrong.
A new ruler arrived. His name? Lotor. An old friend of princess Allura. He asked for an audience with her. She accepted, claiming that she once knew him and that he deserved the benefit of the doubt.
They introduced themselves to the prince after he greeted Allura. They took their helmets off. Lance didn’t fail to notice the look Lotor was giving him.
Lotor was… Different. For the way he talked, everyone could see Lotor wasn’t too comfortable with following his father’s wishes, but was too loyal to go agaisnt him.
The prince, unlike his father, had feelings.
Voltron and Allura talked with the prince for hours. Once they realised they wouldn’t conviced Lotor to give up the fight, Allura changed the topic to more personal matters. Even when he was an enemy, he used to be her friend and was the only one apart from Coran and Zarkon who was left from her time.
Lance stared at the prince, shared some coy smiles and exchange a few words. When they changed from room, he put himself besides him and touch his shoulder after telling a joke.
Some laughed, some rolled their eyes.
Maybe he wasn’t as skillful as his friends, but Lance wasn’t an idiot either. If there was something Lance knew how to do, it was playing with people’s feelings.
The prince blushed, and he called it a victory.
I asked myself many times, “what if instead of Lotor manipulating Lance feelings, it was Lance who did the manipulating?” and this came out. i may write more if people like this ???? and leave comments ???? idk love you all ♥
i can’t stop thinking about what anon said about shou when he goes to college. i love the idea of him running his father’s shady business whilst being an arts student??? that would be good. and the fact that he followed ritsu to the same college is also good.
up until now nobody knows what business he’s running but shou would probably tell you if you just ask. he is roommates with teru. teru helps him with his hair. they’re bros. shou is also the Rich friend™
funny how paul literally said he only came back for the fans and to build his “””empire”””” when he literally would have been better off staying the fuck home because now he is hated and probably has less than half the fans he started with.
One thing troubled me during the [Double Fantasy] all-night recording sessions: the way John would slip from time to time into an adjoining lounge. The first thing that came to mind was drugs, because I was so used to seeing musicians pass around bowls of cocaine with the casualness of M&Ms. John had had drug problems earlier in his life, and I feared he had relapsed–despite all his talk about feeling healthier than ever. Maybe the pressure of being back in the studio was greater than he was letting on. At one point, I happened into the lounge and saw John at the far end of the narrow room. He was reaching for something on a cabinet shelf, and my first instinct was to go back into the studio so I wouldn’t violate his privacy. But he spotted me and called me over, putting his finger up to his lips in a signal to be quiet. When I was next to him, he reached into the cabinet again and pulled out something wrapped in a towel.
“Want some?” he asked. “Just don’t tell Mother,” he said with a conspiratorial look. “She doesn’t want me doing this anymore.”
As he opened the towel, I had to laugh.
John Lennon’s private stash turned out to be a giant-size Hershey (chocolate) bar. He broke off a chunk for me and one for himself. Holding his piece in a toast, John smiled and said, “Good to see you again.”
Robert Hilburn, Corn Flakes With John Lennon And Other Tales From A Rock ‘n’ Roll Life, 2009
Idk why people always portray Alfred as such a righteous and selfless guy like guys I need a fic where he is willing to sell out his friends just because someone gave him a shit load of money. I NEED A FIC WHERE AT FIRST HE SEEM LIKE SUCH A GOOD GUY BUT THEM THIS HANDSOME BUT VERY BAD PERSON COMES UP AND SEDUCES HIM and not with his good looks but WITH MONEY