Gryffindors are summer, when it’s the best time of the year to stay outside all day, the cloudless skies, birds chirping and insects buzzing, hanging out with your friends, every refreshing wind blow and the short summer showers, bathing in the river, the adrenaline of doing sports and staying up all night to have parties and fireworks.
Slytherins are autumn, the crisp, but not freezing evenings, the fog that’s lying like a coat over the streets, the leaves that are turning from their usual colour to a flashing yellow and orange, the good smell of the forest after a long, soothing rainfall, being excited for Halloween and going trick-or-treating, even if you’re probably already to old for it.
Ravenclaws are winter, staying in your warm, cozy home, reading alone in front of a crackling fireplace, being wrapped in your favourite blanket, reading a good book and have a warming drink, the aesthetic feeling of making the first steps in fresh snow, the sharp, keen feeling of a cold breeze hitting your skin, the freezing nights with clear skies and sparkling stars.
Hufflepuffs are spring, watching the snow melting away, when the animals wake up from their winter sleep, plants and flowers grow and bloom, being playful, the air smells like earth and new life, the refreshing spring showers that remember you that you’re alive, the bright, warm sunlight tickling your skin after a way too long winter.
1. Get out of bed. Roll across the sheets before you stand and tangle yourself like a caterpillar because that’ll never go out of style. Seriously, it’s fun as hell.
2. Brew coffee or tea or something else cozy. Drink it hot and in front of a window so you can watch the war going on just past the glass. Wear a blanket across your knees, it’ll be your shield.
3. Make a second cup of coffee/tea/hot drink of your choice. Repeat step number 2. Watch the steam fog up the window and draw shapes in it’s haze. Maybe you’ll see the doodles the next time it’s misty. Consider something magic. You can never have enough time exploring the inside of your own skull.
4. Put on music you haven’t listened to before. Pay attention to the lyrics, you might hear yourself. Then dance until your heart is beating to the time of the song. It’ll make you feel alive.
5. Step outside. Smell the rain and the new life and the melting air, that’ll make you feel alive too. Let the rain hit every part of you. Your finger tips, your eyelids, your teeth. Feel it dance on your skin. Remember it was once inside a dinosaur.
6. Listen to it pound elephant foot pinprick drumbeats on the roof. You might hear yourself, I know I have. Notice the way it crescendos and decrescendos like a choir of a million voices. You might fall in love.
7. Run your fingers across the brail of the clouds. The peaks and the caverns of cotton water. They’ll roar epics like you’ve never heard before. Furious and bright and deep and dark all at once. You might fall in love.
8. Watch your favorite movie, twice. Don’t let the rain distract you. It doesn’t need all your attention all day today. It has work to do, feeding the earth and drowning the heat. You deserve to sit back for a while.
9. Forget it’s raining and let yourself feel the tiny jolt of surprise when you notice the tears still rolling down your windows. Possibly repeat step 2.
10. Go to bed to melody of the droplets in the gutters and the baritone of water rushing through the streets. The storm will battle through the night if it so feels the need. You can sleep now.
So, I’ve gotten quite a large amount of comments asking for a series and for dark lance. And I’ll tell you. I listened. In my own way. So, I present to you a mafia au of our fine blue boy! The Young Prince of the McClain family.
Lance was the youngest of the
family. And he’d proudly say that to anyone and everyone that would listen to
him. Though, he doubted that people really just how much weight that held in
his family, the McClain family. He was the baby of the family. A family that
was… how would it be said? Rather, well known. Famous even, if you knew who to
ask. All the attention just for their small family business. It really wasn’t
too big of deal. Well, not a big of deal for them being one of the biggest
mafia’s in Cuba with connections internationally. Lance was a lucky boy being
the youngest. With all his older sisters coddling him and protecting him, there
was always someone playing with him, or teaching him things. Protecting him
from the big bad world.
Just look at Lance’s first boyfriend,
the mess it was. He’d been an asshole, taking advantage of Lance’s money and
love. Then breaking his heart when he slowly realized just who Lance was. His
sister had not been happy. Lance was hurt.
Luckily, the pain wasn’t so bad that
he couldn’t enjoy painting targets of that jackasses pants and watching his
sisters taking turns with their pipes. He did warn his dear Johnny that his
sisters would bust his kneecaps if he hurt Lance. Johnny had said he’d love
Lance forever… but obviously that was a lie if he was fucking some other girl
on the side. Sweet girl. Lance liked her, he took great pleasure in stealing
her to be his own when Johnny was in the hospital, and remaining her closest
friend when the relationship was broken off.
That doesn’t mean Lance was
completely helpless… they didn’t call him the dark prince for nothing. He was
the young prince of the family, with family members that would protect him with their
lives. They would do anything for him, enjoyed taking care of him and smothering
him in protective love. But Lance was more than capable of taking lives of his
own. Mama didn’t raise someone lazy. And Papa didn’t raise a son who was at the
mercy of his surroundings. He was the hunter, not the prey. Lance was just as
driven and hardworking as his older sisters. And Lance couldn’t help but think
that maybe that was his saving grace. Though, he guessed no one could have
guessed the son of a mafia would be shot into space to fight an intergalactic
war with giant metal space lions.
Hey. He’s seen weirder things
growing up he guessed. His uncle was quite creative with a can of spray paint,
a crow bar, and toothpicks. He’d never seen a torture victim crack so fast.
Though, Lance was more partial to kill them with kindness. Mercy and guilt.
Classic. And worked so well for him, being the so called ‘innocent one’ of the
Too bad everyone that could disprove
that was either family or dead.
Oh well, that was a shame he
What Lance couldn’t have guessed
however, was just how hard it was to be in space without his family. The
loneliness and frustration was almost crushing. He couldn’t get a break from
being smiley and joking. He didn’t get to let out his frustrations anymore. The
bloodlust inside him aching, the need to dig and tear into someone, watch their
pain beneath your fingernails. Blood. Red. True. Honest. It was difficult to
act normal without a break for so long. Acting average in training simulators
where he could easily handle his own load, but had to stumble a bit. They had
nothing to technically be suspicious about. And he guessed he could explain
himself. But, that would be. Inconvenient. Gaining trust was time consuming. He
cared about them so much. He’d never hurt them. But if he confessed his sins,
would they still believe that?
It was easier if they never found
out. Even if the dark prince within him was growing impatient. Itching to just
get this over with and go home. The temptation to find and corner a Galran
general on a mission and just take the information he wanted was so an enticement
that was so hard to resist. Lance had to wonder just how long he could take it.
The jabs at his goofy nature, a personality that was warmly received at home.
The biased behaviors, everyone preferring someone else to his company, excusing
Coran. If only he’d met Coran on earth. His father would have loved him. They
would all be well taken care of when they got to earth, whether they learned
why that would be or not. Lance had his plans.
He was going to get Pidge and Hunk
into good colleges or careers dependent on their wishes, they had enough
military and fighting for their short lives. Shiro would be urged into
counseling by everyone, so that wasn’t a worry. Though Lance would be sure to
make sure he would get only the best job in whatever field he would go into.
Keith, he was a little more difficult, Lance would have to wait and see before
he made any decisions. God knows where Keith was going to stay. Though with how
cozy him and Shiro were getting, Keith was probably sure to stay with Shiro. Either
way, Lance would be sure that Keith would not end up in some shack in a desert.
He loved all the paladins, but he knew for a fact he had a soft spot know as a
crush for both the red and black paladins. It wouldn’t affect any judgement he
had on them. And he certainly wasn’t jealous per-say of them finding affections
in each other. He couldn’t have them anyway. They were pure. Naïve. He wouldn’t
Maybe them getting together in front
of Lance’s eyes was the next best thing. Whether it doomed him to other
fantasies or helped him move on. He didn’t know just yet… guess he’d find out
as the days went by. Lance leaned back against Blue’s paw. Head lulled back
with a smile.
Blue was the only one that knew
everything. Mind melds were easy to avoid the memories of a little five-year-old
Lance holding a gun. Or the many ‘interrogations’ and strewn bodies parts that
stained the floors of the training rooms. It wasn’t that hard really. All he
had to do was push forward the memories of his sisters and parents. Christmas
trees and laughter. Playing card games and speaking Spanish together into the
“Hey Blue, do you think I’m a bad
person?” A purr of reassurance rang through his mind, soothing him. She loved
him regardless of human laws and moralities. She sensed his good heart. His
love for their team. She was not worried about him hurting anyone that didn’t
deserve it. Didn’t mind that he had human blood on his hands as well as alien.
Maybe that even helped him, the others all had a hard time with the concept of
deaths on their head. Needing comfort which Lance was often the one to give as
the friendly and cheery paladin. Holding Pidge and assuring her it was okay,
she would find her family, and they would love her all the same. They loved her
too. Hunk always would need a hug. His anxiety and guilt reaching high levels
until Lance could curve it. Whispering quietly and helping Hunk destress, think
with a clear head. Lance helped Keith keep his mind off it. Sparring with him.
And giving subtle reassurance whenever a flash of fear and guilt would ring
through those violet eyes when Keith would pin Lance or point a weapon at him. Shiro
was a little harder to help, but also was easier in a way. He was used to
death. Most of Lance’s comfort was given to Shiro by finding him when the
nightmares were bad and staying with Shiro. Quietly humming, or talking in a
low voice until Shiro would drift back to sleep.
Lance wandered if he noticed how
even when he helped them, he didn’t quite get or need help himself. Looking
down the barrel of a gun and taking someone’s life was a feeling Lance knew
quite well. And if there was a reason for it. Lance was quite fine with the
feeling, only enjoying the rush of pleasure and sadistic desire. Lance knew if
he killed an innocent, with no ties to his family, those feelings would drown
in guilt and ill emotions. So, Lance would avoid that, he never hurt anyone
that hadn’t hurt or threatened him or his family first. Just like he’d avoid
scaring and hurting his new family with his blood ties. His Blood Right.
Lance didn’t realize just how hard
that would be to avoid.