Sterek ficlet inspired by this: “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au
This is kind of Princess-Diaries-ish. I know that’s been done before in this fandom (and thank god it has—it’s awesome), but I couldn’t help myself. Yay for self-indulgence!
Stiles thought the most annoying thing about suddenly being a royal heir to a small eastern European kingdom he’s never heard of would be the hyper-aggressive paparazzi, but he was dead wrong.
The most annoying thing is actually Derek Hale, the guy Stiles’ grandmother hired to teach Stiles how not to screw this up.
“Princes don’t chew with their mouths open, Stiles.”
“Princes don’t shove an entire fistful of curly fries in their mouths, Stiles.”
“Princes don’t wear pink-and-green plaid shirts from Target, Stiles.”
“Princes don’t slouch.”
They don’t slump, either, or yawn or sneeze or cough in public, or fist-pump, or drive beat-up old blue Jeeps, or wear bright colors, or rock out to the radio, or do anything fun.
Marinette had a strange fear revolving around bugs, particularly scorpions (bug family or not Marinette considered them a bug and she was absolutely terrified of them). Needless to say Marinette was more than a little on edge when a guest speaker came to her class with containers and containers of bugs, including scorpions. While most girls were squealing over the various spiders and tarantulas Marinette eyed the scorpion’s cage warily. She wiped sweaty palms against her jeans and swallowed hard. Her heart drummed in her chest and her breathing felt much too shallow.
“Girl chill out it’s in a cage!” Alya shook her head.
“It could still get out!” Marinette pointed out.
“We’re almost legal adults and you’re telling me you still have a phobia of scorpions?” Alya shook her head incredulously.
“You’re still afraid of swing sets!” Marinette shot back.
“Hey those things are a deathtrap!!!” Alya snapped. Marinette raised an eyebrow at Alya’s outburst. Alya took a deep calming breath. “Okay you’re right but don’t you think it’s about time we faced our fears? Maybe today is the day we leave these silly phobias behind…” Alya urged Marinette towards the table of critters. Marinette’s chest tightened. She shook her head violently, flipping around in Alya’s arms and looking up at her pleadingly.
“Today is not that day!” Marinette pushed Alya away from the table, a lump already forming in Marinette’s throat. Alya sighed in resignation, patting her friend comfortingly on the back. Adrien noticed the girl in distress and began to move away from the table to see what was wrong. All the while Lila sat by and watched. She sent a loathsome look towards Marinette. Lila looked towards the table, smiling cruelly as she discreetly knocked one of the containers to the ground releasing its contents unknowingly into the classroom.
“Hey Marinette is everything okay?” Adrien asked. He knit his brows together as he looked on the frightened girl. Marinette squeaked, nearly jumping into the air at the sound of his voice. She turned to him pulling at one of her pigtails as she did so, cheeks pink.
“I’m fine! I just I- um- I- uh- bugs um they uh- the scorpions they- I uh-“ Marinette fumbled for words running her fingers nervously through one of her pigtails. A smile pulled at the edges of Adrien’s lips.
“Not a fan of scorpions?” Marinette nodded, chewing on her bottom lip. “Want to know something? I’m afraid of spiders,” Adrien admitted.
“Y-you are?!” Marinette’s eyebrows shot up into her bangs.
“Yeah, they really freak me out.” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
“They do kill 6.6 people every year!” Marinette blurted. Adrien chuckled.
“So they kill six people and a half person?” Adrien smirked tilting his head to the side.
“Well technically it would by 60% of a person,” Marinette babbled, face growing red. She couldn’t believe she was saying this. To her relief Adrien laughed.
“Somehow I think we are getting this statistic wrong,” Adrien said.
“We probably-“ before Marinette could finish the thought Lila let out a sharp scream. Everyone turned towards her in alarm. Her eyes were blown wide as she pointed a shaky hand towards Marinette.
“Scorpion!!” she shouted. Marinette’s heart beat sped out of control. Her mouth went dry as her head slowly shifted down to see a small black scorpion resting on her foot. Marinette screamed as panic swept over her. Her body jerked backwards in an attempt to shake the scorpion from her. She stumbled backwards throat raw from the inhumanly high pitched noise emanating from her. She fell back onto the ground scorpion landing on her stomach. Her chest felt tight her breathing shallow and erratic. Perspiration lined her forehead. She could hear her pulse pounding haphazardly in her ears.
Ashton chuckles and looks to you at his side. “That’s the fourth dog you’ve said you wanted since we got here.”
It’s true, but you can’t help it. You always get dog-envy at the farmers’ market, exposed to too many cute pups at once for your little heart to handle.
“We should get one,” you say passively, adoring a large german shepherd trotting by with its owner. “Y'know, if we ever live together.”
Ashton smirks, turning his head. “I love how you’re not even worried about scaring me with plans for the future.”
Your cheeks redden, having not noticed the implications when you said it. It’s only been three months since the fight that started it all, since you and Ashton agreed to give your relationship a title, and you suppose you should be more careful about vocalizing your whimsical thoughts. Your guard just naturally falls around him, the pressure to play safe wiped away by his equal and obvious feelings toward you. Talk of commitment doesn’t affect him the way it does most people. If Ashton was going to run, he would’ve done so by now.
You glance down at his fingers between yours, smiling because you don’t think he’s let go of your hand all day. With his hectic training schedule for another upcoming fight and your demanding attendance at university four days a week, the two of you have recently been missing each other more than actually seeing each other, and it appears Ashton wants to make up for lost time in the form of suffocating your palm–not that you mind. For someone whose fists can be classified as lethal weapons, he has quite a gentle grip when it comes to you.
Okay but i swear to you i will sacrifice my entire being for someone to write that pens!bitty fic or one shot. I need like air
(Alright, you monsters, I did this one, but I’m not great with RPF so this is probs it for Pens!Bitty <3 tw for concussion)
A sprained ankle here, a blown ACL there, and Bitty’s on the Penguins starting line flanking Sidney Crosby like it’s nothing. Like it’s no big deal he’s racking up assists left and right for the man who is going to displace two of Bad Bob’s career records this season. Like Eric didn’t have a debilitating fear of physical contact less than five years ago and is now playing for a team defending a championship title.
From behind, Sid looks like Jack. Or at least he has Jack’s ass, which is a hell of a thing to realize after being slammed into the boards. He’s disoriented enough to ask, “Jack?” when his captain skates up to check on him.
“Bittle, you okay?“
Eric blinks and the illusion is gone. No Jack, no Samwell, just the Pittsburgh Penguins beating the snot out of the New Jersey Devils. And the Devils beating the snot out of Eric.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Eric says, pulling himself to his feet and blinking through a blossoming headache. “You know you look a lot like Jack Zimmermann from behind?”
“Better not be a crack about my ass, Bittle,” Crosby elbows him lightly, herding him back to the bench.
“Aboot,” Eric echoes, “I wouldn’t joke about your ass, Captain. Special kind of cheek meat.“
That didn’t come out right…and why are the lights so bright? Are they always this bright?
Crosby slides to a stop and Eric bumps right into him. “You sure you aren’t concussed?” Though he’s asking, Eric can clearly see Sid waving over a trainer. Eric takes a moment to reflect on his situation, what he’s just said to his teammate.
“No, but you really look like my boyfriend.”
“You just said I look like Zimmermann.”
“I know. Jack Zimmermann looks like my boyfriend.”
Crosby connects invisible dots in midair with his finger. “I look like Jack Zimmermann, who looks like your boyfriend, who looks like me.”
“Yes. No?” That sounds right. Kinda.
“Bittle. Do I look like your boyfriend from behind?”
Eric nods, even though the motion makes his world tilt sideways.
“I look like your boyfriend, Jack Zimmermann, from behind.”
“Yes.” Wait. That’s a secret. “Shit, that’s a secret.”
“Fuck, yeah, you’re sitting this period out, buddy.”
Malkin slides up beside Crosby and gives Eric a once over. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Got his bell rung, thinks I’m his boyfriend.” Crosby slaps the rail twice with his glove and shoots Eric a wink. A couple of the boys whistle and holler while the trainer shines a light in Eric’s eyes. The part of Eric’s brain still functioning properly is probably really upset right now.
“I don’t think it’s a concussion, he’s just dazed.”
“I’m ready to go in, coach, just give me a chance.” Eric jokes, though no one laughs. “Ace Ventura? No?”
The arena turns sideways along with Eric’s stomach and he burps wetly. Sullivan makes a face and says something to the trainer and just like that Eric is being directed to the locker room for further examination.
Eric hopes this makes for a really funny story later.
Can you do a Jeff x Reader smut maybe where he like fingers or teases the reader in public or something? ( your blog is amazing btw)
ooooh frisky Jeff 😏 btw this can either be set before Hannah kills herself, or you can be like me and pretend she never did such a thing and CLANNAH is real and everything is fine and dandy ~
598 words, Jeff Atkins/fem!reader
Jeff and you sat in a booth at Rosie’s diner, right across from Clay and Hannah. As cringey as you and Clay thought it was, Jeff had talked Hannah into getting Clay to agree to a double date. Jeff had to do a lot of convincing with you, though, as someone who preferred to be private with their relationship. The fact that it was Clay and Hannah was bearable, knowing that they were decent and good people.
It all seemed innocent to start with, joking around with each other, teasing the other couple about how embarrassing their partner is, ordering milkshakes and fries. It was innocent, until you felt a strong, cold hand creeping along your upper thigh, eventually diving under the fabric of your skirt. The coolness of the hand made you squirm and twitch, hopefully not noticeably. Even after you got used to it being there, it still felt weird. Sideways glancing Jeff, who was talking to Clay about whatever he was being tutored in, he pretended like he was doing nothing. Out of the blue, or at least seeming so to everyone else, you laughed and blushed when you picked up on where the hand was getting at. The digits picked at the elastic of your underwear that rested between your thighs, eventually getting underneath that, too. Jeff was touching incredibly sensitive areas now, making you dive for your napkin and bring it to your face, pretending to have to wipe your mouth of food.
“You okay, doll?” you nearly hit him with your napkin, he was so calm while saying that, though he was stroking around the edges of your vag, making you let out small hums and moans into your napkin. Why did he have to do this here? On a fucking double date too.
God dammit, Jeff Atkins.
“Mmm-hmm, just got some stuff on my face, that’s all.” the three of them bought it, at least Clay and Hannah did. Daring to put the napkin down next to your plastic basket of fries, you started eating them and sipping your drink, as to not moan into the way he was nearly inside of you with his fingers. First one, now trying two. Hiding pleasureful noises as appreciation for good diner food, everyone let your weird behaviour slide.
Jeff stopped after a good time messing around underneath your skirt, teasing around the insides of your thighs before he pulled out completely, excusing himself to go to the bathroom. You took the opportunity of Clay and Hannah being preoccupied with each other to fix your underwear and skirt positioning, and to try and unflustered your appearance as best you could. By the time Jeff got back, Clay said that he had some work to catch up on, and Hannah was exhausted. After hugging Jeff - and you - goodbye, they left the diner, turning back only to wink at you, giving you a thumbs up each before running happily to the car.
You. Were. Mortified.
“Jeff fucking Atkins, you obvious asshole!” you smacked him lightly on the shoulder, not actually that mad. All he did was laugh and tell you that your face was the dead give away. He and you argued playfully until you shut him up mid sentence with a heated kiss, right on the lips, which he returned in surrender. You held him by the wrists and brought them cheekily to where they’d started their escapade of teasing earlier on, your eyes being your words as they begged him to do it again, giving up on wanting privacy in the relationship,
okay I’m not really involved personally in this drama but i follow alot of discourse blogs and BPD blogs and I wanted to give my 2 cents on this issue cause honestly im seeing this line of thinking effect even ppl i know IRL since almost all of my friends have mental illness.
But, and obviously this is an Unpopular Opinion: Not every behavior or impulse caused my mental illness is okay to express or put on other people, and if you do, it’s really just your own responsibility? Like, if you’re feeling anxious about being left because of your BPD and that “causes” you to manipulate someone into a relationship or even simply guilt them about not being with you or “make them cry” because they didn’t respond to your text…
You’re being abusive and that’s your own damn fault.
That’s ON YOU and that is not to be blamed wholy on your illness. Yeah, BPD may have had a big effect or explains your bevavior… But its still awful and abusive and its YOUR job to treat people better than that and to be aware of your actions and your mental health. And if people don’t want to interact with you or “call out” abusive behavior… Your mental illness has nothing to do with it!!! Abusive behavior is abusive!
Your illness is not some evil entity forcing you to be a dick to your friends. You choose your behavior, your actions are your own. And if you’re mental health is so bad that you truly CAN’T control your actions? Please, stop interacting with that person or persons ans SEEK HELP. I know it isn’t always easy, I Know, my own shit is expensive and its a miracle Im finally getting medication, but even talking to someone and TAKING PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY makes a huge difference!!
I dont know, I feel like mental illness tumblr puts a huge emphasis on how “powerless” we are to our illnesses and make it out to be a huge awful deal if we ever fuck up but.. Even though it may FEEL that way, it’s not.
You may not be able to control how BPD makes you feel, but you can control the way you interact with other people, even if it takes a while for you to get in control, its 1000% better to understand you fucked up, admit it, and figure out how to fix it, than to use your illness as a shield and a reason to never improve your behavior.
This is a mash up of several request because they were pretty similar :) so I hope you like!!
wantated said: Hey! I love your blog! I spent like, a whole day reading you Masterlist and since then I am in love! So… I have a request but it is big… so sorry! I was wondering if you could write something about Jody, Charlie and the Reader having a girls night at the bunker or somewhere where they talk about girls, boys and relationships and they make the Reader admit that she is in love with Dean and that she should confess to him, because he totally loves her too. Thank you so much! You are great!
Anon said: Can we have a reader and charlie girly night? thanks
Anon said: Can I ask for a deanxreader where charlie and sam plot to get them to admit their feelings?
You stumbled from the kitchen with snacks piled so high in
your arms it was impossible to see over the top. It was your monthly “girly”
night with Charlie and you were incredibly excited. Your knee collided with a
chair on the way out of the room towards the converted “Movie room”; A string
of not to colourful curse words flew from your mouth as the pain radiated up
I can’t remember the point when adults started cursing around me without apologizing, or when I was allowed to get my own food. I can’t remember when I stopped sliding into my mom’s bed after having a bad night. I can’t remember when my mom stopped chopping my food up at dinner, or when my mom stopped checking on me while I was in the bath. I don’t remember things changing, I don’t remember growing up.
Hey guys! Here’s Chapter 7! I hope you like it! Chapter 8 is on the way not to worry! Thank you to all the love and support! I’ve gotten some great messages and I’m so happy that you guys are enjoying the story! It’s nearing the end but please enjoy!
When Lance confesses every bad thought he’s had to the team, and it doesn’t go well. Lance has to get out . The team has to come to terms with what Lance said and figure out how they can make it right.
Chapter 7: Well, Mierda.
Lance ran as fast as he could. He could feel Blue calling
out to him, she could feel his fear, his panic, his pain and she wanted to
help. So when he made it to the hangar she was ready and waiting, mouth open
ready to protect him. He ran inside.
I need to get out of
here I feel like I can’t breathe. Lance said to her, through their bond
like so many times before.
I understand. She
Lance sat heavily in his chair, console lighting up. He
leaned his head back and let Blue into his mind. Then he was seeing through her
eyes. She looked at the hangar door, ramming it trying to get out. She was
desperate or maybe that was Lance it was hard to tell when they were like this.
Her attention was drawn to a voice, Shiro looking panicked
and worried, running into Blue’s hangar.
Blue looked at him and turned back ramming the hangar door
again. Lance needed to get out. They had to get out.
Shiro was still shouting but Lance couldn’t hear him.
“LANCE PLEASE! DON’T GO!” SHiro shouted. Suddenly Hunk
appeared next to him, dragging Shiro out of the hangar.
“HUNK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
Shiro shouted at him with anger.
“Shiro. Stop. Let him
go.” Hunk said seriously.
Hunk let the tears that he had been stopping slide down his
“Please. You have to let Lance go. He won’t stop when he’s
like this.” Hunk said, another bang came from the hangar, Blue desperately
trying to escape.
“Lance just confessed a bunch of stuff that we know he
didn’t really mean, his emotions are off the wall. He needs time to gather
himself, then we go after him.” Hunk said wiping tears from his face.
Everyone had joined them outside of the hangar door,
crashing sounds becoming more frequent.
“If we try to talk to him now…” Hunk said shaking his head,
“He’ll just become more panicked and we’ll make it worse. Please just… wait.”
Shiro’s whole body seemed to sag, like all the energy had
been drained. Finally there was a huge crash and an alarm sounded.
“Lance and Blue have left the hangar.” Coran said finally.
So they all stood in the noise of the alarm, completely
Lance and Blue went out into space, dark and quiet. They
need to go someplace, some place with a breeze and water. But they were too far
from Earth so another planet would have to do. Images floated across Lance’s
mind, a beach with pink sand and green water. A yellow sky with purple clouds,
a planet similar to Earth and it was close.
Let’s go. Lance
and Blue said together and they did.
They flew for a long while passing stars and planets of
beautiful and terrifying color and shape. Lance couldn’t believe that he had
gotten used to space, something he could only dream about when he was younger.
Here he was floating among the stars and he felt nothing.
Then the planet was in front of them, a colorful version of
Earth. They descended. Blue landing on the beach. Lance slowly opened his eyes
coming back to himself. He felt empty, like he had left everything back on the
Castle and maybe he did.
He got out of Blue, a breeze whipping his brown hair around.
The beach was similar to Varadero beach, where he spent his childhood. The sand
was pink instead of the beautiful white, the water a vibrant green framed by a
light yellow sky. Lance went to a spot next to the water and sat. He let the
breeze wash over him and watched the water come in and out in a constant beat.
Before he realized hot and heavy tears streaked down his
face, what had he done? He curled in
on himself, bring his knees up, arms wrapped around them.
“They must hate me
now.” He said with such raw sadness.
No, they do not. Blue
“But how do you know?
Blue, I-I said horrible things to
them. Every passing thought I had, everything I’ve thought bad about them I sa-said.”
Lance said the breaths hitching in his throat, tight and hot. “They didn’t
deserve that, it was cruel. How could
I…” Lance said not able to finish because sobs were racking his body shaking
him to his very core. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried like this.
They do not hate you.
I can feel it. The lions are connected. They are confused and sad but they do
not hate my Lance. Blue said, they know my Lance is kind and they know my
Lance is hurt and they didn’t notice. That’s how they feel.
Lance just tried to breathe, tried to calm down but his
heart hurt so much and it wouldn’t stop. It was like he had lost all control of
You know she lies to you, right?
Lance looked up hesitantly, it was Lotor not the real one
but the one in his head.
They hate you now. They won’t come for you. Just stay on this beach, it’s
Lance shook his head, this wasn’t real. He wasn’t going to
continue to let this hallucination walk all over him. Lance stood, Lotor
“Shut up.” Lance
Oh he speaks.
Lance set his jaw, “Leave me alone. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!”
Lotor looked shocked and then smiled, his face began to
change and Lance was once again staring at himself, the self without the scars,
the way he was before.
I can’t leave Lance. I’m you. There’s no escape.
Lance paused and suddenly something clicked, the steel that
had covered his emotions cracked and began to fall apart. The thing that was
created on Lotor’s ship. The steel fell away, but he didn’t need it anymore, he
didn’t need to hide anymore. He realized that now, he was allowed to feel
afraid, he was allowed to feel jealous, he was allowed to feel.
“I can’t get you out. You’re me, the part of me I wish I
didn’t have. You’re my doubt, my sadness, my anger, jealousy, fear and every
other crappy emotion. You’re all of it in one.” Lance took a breath, looking
himself in his own blue eyes, “But I need to accept that you’re a part of me,
not separate from me. Just like me and Blue when we fly, we have to accept one
another. I’m sorry I keep pushing you out, that I keep ignoring you.” Lance
His hallucination looked afraid, and he backed up.
“I accept you, okay? And I forgive you. You’re the part of
me that… makes me human. I’m sorry.” Lance said, tears streaming down his face.
His hallucination shook his head and slowly, little by
little he began to fade. Lance knew that his wasn’t a normal thing, talking to
your own hallucination or accepting yourself in this weird way. But if it was
what it took to move on and to accept what had happened to him. To accept the
new him then that’s what he would do.
And Lance was left on the beach with Blue.
“Better.” Lance said.
The team had gathered in the lounge on the couches and they
didn’t say anything for a long time. Hunk was worried, they all were. He was
the one to suggest waiting but they could at least productive.
“We have to talk about what Lance said.” Hunk stated.
Everyone remained silence but began to straighten, Shiro
nodded and although everyone still looked pale and a little shocked they looked
After a pause Keith started, “Do you guys know why he said
um… why Lance kept calling me perfect and the stuff he said about Shiro.” Keith
To their surprise Pidge answered.
“Well Shiro pays a lot of extra attention to you.” Pidge
said, like it was obvious.
Shiro blinked a little shocked, “What?” He asked.
Hunk nodded, “You do. Like when Keith held a sword to that
one guy when we were trying to rescue? And when you chose him for the Blade of
Marmora mission. Lance had a point that Keith can be a hot head. No offense
Keith. But despite all that you seem to trust Keith the most out of all of us.”
Shiro looked shocked.
“But you and Keith have a past so I guess it makes sense.
But still you seem to pay extra attention to him. I think maybe Lance felt
useless. I can only count on one hand the amount of time you’ve complimented or
even talked to Lance just the two of you. Mostly you just tell him to focus and
stuff. And Lance looks up to you, you’re his hero so it must have hurt. But we
kind of all hurt Lance.” Hunk said, looking disappointed.
There was an awkward silence.
“I’m sorry.” Allura said, they all looked at her, “I um… I
forget how young you, I mean we are. I try to treat you like soldiers. But
that’s just a part of who were are. I forget that sometimes and I think that
really hurt Lance.” She swallowed.
“Every time he opened his mouth and said a joke it was just
to get us out of that serious mindset. To get us to act our age. And every time
I tried to get him to stop when all he was trying to do was help us in his own
way. But no matter how many times I told him to stop, or ignored him, he would
always check on me after a hard mission. Give me a compliment, make sure I was
okay and I always felt better. But I never did the same for him and I should
have.” Allura finished.
“I’m also sorry.” Coran said, “I think I saw something
wrong, a long time ago but I failed to notice in time to help Lance.” He said.
“What do you mean?” Keith asked.
Coran looked at them all with sad eyes.
“After the explosion where Lance saved me, I went to thank
him personally after he recovered. After I thanked him he said, don’t worry Coran you’re important so of
course I’d save you, don’t worry about it. That silly boy has a way of
making you feel at ease and I didn’t think about it. But today when he said he
wasn’t important, that he doesn’t deserve to be here… It made me think of that
moment. Like he was implying that because he wasn’t important, then of course
he’d save me someone he considers important.” Coran finished.
Thoughts ran through everyone’s mind, thinking back on what
Lance has said before.
I’M NOT IMPORTANT OR
SPECIAL OR ANYTHING!
Why? There’s nothing
you or the rest of the team can do. It’s not important.
Maybe I don’t have a
Don’t worry about it.
ONLY AFTER I GET
BUSTED UP DO YOU FINALLY CARE! ONLY AFTER I’M GOING HALF INSANE DO YOU FINALLY
Pretend you didn’t see
Everyone quickly realized that they really hadn’t noticed
and Lance had been right all along. They had ignored him, treated him horribly
for a long time. Lance was supposed to be their brother, their buddy and they
treated him like trash.
“Without realizing it, we’ve been hurting Lance this entire
time. And he just kept it down, didn’t confront us. He just took it. Maybe it
was little things but it’s obvious that it affected him and we just continued
to do it. Even when Lance was tried to tell us how he felt the entire time. He
feels like he not a part of this team but despite that he protected us with
everything he had.” Shiro said feeling shame and guilt growing in his chest.
“He lost his eye saving us.” Pidge said in a whisper.
“He’s been trying so hard to catch up with the rest of us,
not realizing that he’s actually the best out of all of us.” Keith said.
“We have to make him feel like he is a part of this team
because he is. He keeps us together,
makes us laugh. We need Lance back.” Allura said.
There was a long silence.
Hunk smiled, “Then let’s go get him!” Hunk said.
“Yeah!” Shiro said.
The team got in the black lion, since they didn’t need to
take all of them for this. Allura’s face popped up on the screen.
“Lance has landed his lion on a planet not too far from
here. It’s atmosphere and gravity is similar to your Earth. I sent you the
exact coordinates of the signal.” She paused, “When you find Lance, we’d like
to hear what you’re saying to him or if he has anything to say to us. So if you
could keep your comms on…” Allura trailed off.
Shiro smiled, “Of course Princess.” He said.
Allura smiled, her face disappearing from the screen. So
they flew. It would take about fifteen minutes to get there.
“What do we do once we get there?” Pidge asked quietly.
“Just follow my lead.” Hunk said smiling, “Just do what I
do!” Hunk said.
“Okay.” Shiro said hesitantly.
They arrived at the planet, it really was similar to Earth
and after locating the coordinates they descended. They landed down the beach
from the blue lion. They got out and Hunk led the way walking along the beach.
As they got closer they saw Lance, sitting just before the water staring at the
Technicolor scenery with a serene expression on his face.
Hunk sat just behind Lance, not speaking and the rest of the
team did the same. The pink sand was warm under their fingers and they joined
Lance in staring at the ocean before them. They were silent for a long time
until Lance spoke. They looked at his back focused on his form against the
“I grew up near a beach like this one. I always went there
when I needed space to think. I grew up in a house of seven kids and although I
loved it ninety-nine percent of the time I sometimes needed to clear my head so
I would go to the beach. Something about the moment of the water always calmed
me down and put things in perspective.” Lance took a breath before continuing,
“Although my family was big I was always showered with a lot of love and
attention because my mom is that kind of woman. She’s the best, a single parent
since my dad died after my youngest sister was born. But my mom always makes
sure that we know we’re loved and important.” Lance said. They couldn’t see his
face because he sounded like he was smiling causing the rest of them to smile.
“It was because of her that I joined the Garrison. She said
to me once, Lance if you ever have a
chance to go get your dreams then go, family never leaves you but dreams can.
So go and we’ll be here when you come back. It because of that that I took
that ridiculous test and joined the Garrison with a new American name and three
months of English under my belt. So I went, I wanted to learn about space and
explore and everything. But when I got to the Garrison it wasn’t what I
imagined. I was at the bottom of the pecking order again in terms of smarts and
skill. So I worked hard really hard. Really
hard. I got to the top of the cargo pilot class and when I was upgraded to
fighter class I thought my hard work had paid off.” Lance said, his voice
falling a little bit.
“But I only got in because Keith dropped.” Lance said.
Keith felt a pang in his heart, he could feel where this was
“And believe me they really
liked to remind me of that. Every time I fucked up they would remind me that I
was just a replacement for the best pilot of our generation. Maybe that’s where
it all started, I don’t know.” Lance took a breath, “And when we got Shiro and
I actually met Keith and actually talked to him, I had already made this
competition in my mind. Because in the Garrison I was already competing against
you Keith, even if you weren’t there… I honestly hated you. I don’t anymore but
I was jealous and mad and I didn’t even know
you. I’m sorry about that.” Lance said.
He curled his legs up to his chest, resting his head on his
“And when I met Blue I thought, this is what I was meant to do, all the stuff I went through before
was all leading to this. Finally I would belong to something greater, something
I could do to help people. I was happy.” Lance took another breath, “But in the
end I was compared to Keith, constantly. Told to focus, to be better. I fell
behind. That wasn’t anyone’s fault really and the more time that passed the
more I realized how ordinary I am compared to everyone. Shiro is the great
leader and pilot in his own right. Pidge is super super smart for her age. Hunk is the best person and the best engineer. Keith’s the best pilot of his
generation and just really cool.
Allura’s the super awesome and pretty space
princess and Coran keeps us all running in top shape. And I’m…” Lance
paused, “I’m just a boy from Cuba fighting a space war I’ll never win, a cheap
replacement for someone who you all deserve more. That feeling kept growing and
growing and when I decided to blow up the ship…” Lance took a breath, “There
was a small part of me that wished that I died, because at least I would have
been important then. I would the blue
paladin that helped his team escape an enemy by sacrificing himself. That would
have made a great story.” Lance paused.
The team let that sink in but it was hard to absorb. Shiro
wanted to speak, to Lance he was wrong but Hunk shook his head, Lance wasn’t
“But I didn’t. And I don’t think that way anymore. But I got
captured on Lotor’s ship and was tortured. But there was this moment that I was
so so scared. I was terrified of
dying, of being hurt and I wanted to give up. But something clicked like my
emotions just disappeared for a bit. I didn’t feel afraid. I didn’t feel much
of anything. I thought that I had a job to do, to protect you guys because you
guys are the important protectors of the universe. It was the only way I could
cope and when you rescued me it didn’t go away. Neither did Lotor.” Lance said,
“I see him sometimes, when I was captured he would say things to me. Not the
real thing, just my mind. He’d say things I didn’t want to hear. Sometimes he
would change into other people, Shiro, Pidge, Hunk, Keith, Allura, Coran, my
mom, siblings and sometimes he turned into me. But those hallucinations, I
thought they were because of the pain or some weird Druid thing. But when I
woke up from the healing pod… he hadn’t gone away. He was standing right there
but I couldn’t say anything.” Lance said, his voice becoming tight.
“I thought that if I said anything then you would doubt my
ability as a pilot. I thought you would send me back to Earth. I thought you’d
tell me that you didn’t need me and no matter how much I want to go back to
Earth, I know that I want to belong here.
But I always felt like I was never quite part of the team. When we form Voltron
it’s the only time I feel like I belong.
But outside of that, I just…” Lance trailed off.
“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry for everything I said. I didn’t
mean any of it, not a word. I love you guys, I love Voltron, I love helping
people and I’m so sorry that I said that stuff. I wish I could take it back.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Lance put his head in his hands, tears flowing freely in
They were silent and Hunk moved and so did the rest of the
team. Hunk put a gentle hand on Lance’s knee, Pidge a hand on the other. Shiro
stroked Lance’s hair. Keith had a hand on his shoulder. They were all so warm
and the feeling made Lance cry harder.
“Lance…” Shiro began, “You have nothing to be sorry about. We’re sorry. We’ve been hurting you this
entire time and we didn’t know. I’m sorry we didn’t notice sooner.” Shiro said.
“Yeah you’re a part of this team. The entire time you were
gone we were going crazy without you keeping us grounded. The castle, the
lions, nothing felt the same without you man.” Hunk said.
“Lance I love you, a lot. You remind me a lot of my brother
Matt, always helping me out and checking up on me, making me laugh. I don’t
know how I’d be here without you.” Pidge said.
“Listen, Lance. You’re a part of this team and we’re sorry
we haven’t treated you that way. But we’ll get better. We’ll try to be better.”
They stayed like that, holding onto Lance as he cried. They
stayed like that for a long time and Lance finally felt like he finally belonged.
summary: you and Shawn have been sneaking around in a non-committal, sexual relationship. Tonight, Shawn invited you to an after party for an awards show and the two of you inspire each other to celebrate in other ways.