“My first proper girlfriend, she used to live an hour and a half away on the train,
and I worked in a bakery for three years. So I’d finish and sprint to the train station. Later, I’d remember her
perfume. Little things. I smell that perfume all the time. I’ll be in a
lift or a reception and say to someone, ‘Alien, right?’ And sometimes
they’re impressed and sometimes they’re a little creeped out. 'Stop
What these people seem to truly want is someone that they can completely bend to their will. That’s why cartoon characters are so appealing to them, and why they’re quick to disregard canon if it doesn’t coincide with their little fantasy world. Shipping disturbs them because they feel that either they’re being shipped (due to projecting themselves onto characters), or that they’re being rejected by those characters.
This is becoming psychologically fascinating and disturbing all at the same time. I wish I’d been able to continue pursuing forensic psychology…
She used to live an hour and a half away on the train, and I worked in a bakery for three years. I’d finish on Saturdays at 4:30 and it was a 4:42 train, and if I missed it there wasn’t one for another hour or two. So I’d finish and sprint to the train station. Spent 70 percent of my wages on train tickets. Later, I’d remember her perfume. Little things. I smell that perfume all the time. I’ll be in a lift or a reception and say to someone, ‘Alien, right?’ And sometimes they’re impressed and sometimes they’re a little creeped out. ‘Stop smelling me.’
Pidge had looked down one day, Lance’s older brother instinct had kicked in, and he’d ended up spending twenty minutes trying to string a pretty green stone he’d picked up on a piece of string. Any normal person would’ve just given it to Pidge directly, but Lance thought it’d be more fun to hide it somewhere and wait for Pidge to find it. She’d walked out of Green’s hangar the next morning with the stone around her neck and a smile on her face, and well. It spiraled from there.
You remember when I said I can’t write fanficiton for shit? Well here we go! My best attempt! If you like it please let me know! I’m working on Chapter 2! Takes place after season 2, after finding Shiro (because Shiro will come back I will not accept anything else omg).
Lance and the Voltron Team go on a mission that goes horribly wrong. Lance is left behind to be interrogated by the mysterious Galra Prince Lotor. The team must rush to get him back at all costs.
Chapter 1: Well, Great.
Lance awoke to the same face he had been seeing for a while
now. That’s the thing about space, it’s hard to tell the time. But this Prince
Lotor guy was making it even harder since he didn’t let Lance sleep more than
an hour at a time, well he hoped it was an hour.
Team Voltron had been floating across the galaxy and found a
distress beacon from a nearby planet. When they landed Allura asked the people
what was wrong since they seemed pretty peachy for apparently being under
distress. They lead the Voltron team to these large trees, like huge, way
bigger than Earth’s trees. They entered a kind of makeshift elevator and when
they reached the top they saw the problem.
A huge Galra ship hanging in the sky above them. No
movement, nothing firing, just sitting there in the atmosphere above the
planet. Obviously the people had panicked, sounded the distress beacon but the
ship hadn’t done anything for a full week. The ship was making the people
nervous so they left the beacon on hoping someone would come help them.
It was weird. Really weird. So of course they had to check
it out. Team Voltron. Wooh. Anyway so eventually they went back to the castle.
Allura and Coran did every scan they thought of and well they found no signs of
life. Also weird. But they couldn’t destroy the ship, not from the castle. The
shields were still up and they had to be disabled. So someone, namely Pidge had to
get on the ship, disable the shield and get out so the castle could blast it
out of the sky. Simple.
First of all Lance was the only one to think that maybe this
wasn’t a great idea. Everyone else was convinced the scans worked, that no one
was on the ship. Of course they went in still on alert but you know, things
never go well for the paladin in blue. So Pidge was escorted by Lance and Keith
while Hunk and Shiro waited with the castle just in case.
They entered the ship no problem. Not a big deal. Even got
to the control panel without a hitch. But as soon as Pidge so much as touched
the console things went to shit, real quick. When Pidge touched the console it
set off some sort of alarm, out of nowhere Lance heard guards gathering outside
the control room door. He and Keith readied their bayards then the comms went
nuts. Shiro, Hunk and the castle had been surrounded by a Galra fleet. There
was no escape. It had been a trap.
So Lance made a decision and a dangerous one. Without
thinking he grabbed Keith and Pidge by the back of their uniforms and threw
them over the edge of the control board, down a long drop where a vent lead to
the outside of the ship. Pidge made a surprise squeak with Keith yelling
Lance’s name. Lance turned and began to fire on the Galra soldiers. He knew
what he had to do.
“I’m gonna blow the ship. Get as far away as you can,
wormhole out if you have to!” He shouted over the comms.
There was muffled sounds of protest from Shiro and Hunk
before the comms went dead completely. Great now they couldn’t communicate. The guards
were piling through the door like mice escaping a hole. He had to hope that by
now Pidge and Keith had made it far enough away, he couldn’t hold them any
longer. So he turned his back, taking what cover he could from the tons of
fire. He aimed at the crystal in front of him. He needed to break it. So he looked
where he could fire. Where the crystal attached, he’s sure he can hit it. He
aims, a shot from one of the guards hits him in the shoulder. Doesn’t matter.
He breathes and fires. The shot hit sure and true and the crystal began to
crack, sparks coming from it. Lance jumped into the cavern, going down the shaft to the vent.
The crystal explodes.
can’t hear anything, the explosion must have blown an ear drum. His back feels
hot, spinning out of control into open air, jet pack not functioning. Great.
Blue isn’t near enough to get to him. He had no idea how the castle was if
everyone was okay. But the g-forces were causing his head to spin and he began
to lose consciousness. His last thought was, I hope everyone gets out okay. Lance’s vision goes black as he
continues to tumble towards the planet’s surface.
Everyone sees it, they hear it too. Keith and Pidge managed
to get back to the castle in one piece right before the whole ship goes up. The
explosion would have been spectacular if it wasn’t so frightening. Hunk and
Shiro stopped fight just of a moment in sheer horror as the whole ship
explodes. Lance was on that ship.
But the explosion works. The fleet takes damage, the
explosion bigger than usual since they were fighting in the atmosphere rather
than space. It takes out several ships. They have a chance to escape.
But everyone is frozen. Until they see it. A tiny figure
tail spinning out of control in a blue and white suit.
“Lance!” Shiro shouts, trying to get to him before he hits the surface. But enemies were replacing the destroyed ones and he couldn’t get
there in time.
Suddenly the ship that had hung back for the entire battle
did something none of them expected. It sent out a beam of purple light and
shined it on Lance’s out of control form. Lance’s body went limp, still
and then slowly began to drag him toward the Galra ship.
Keith yelled, “They’re taking him!”
“We have to get him!” Pidge insisted. She hated the way he
was limp, was he unconscious or worse?
They rushed to go get their lions. But Allura’s voice
“YOU CANNOT!” She shouted.
Everyone paused even Shiro and Hunk who were still fighting outside the castle but they heard it over the comms. They had never heard Allura scream like that.
“We must wormhole out, we cannot win this fight.” She said
this time barely a whisper.
There was a stunned silence before Keith of all people
“That’s LANCE out there! He just risked his life to give us
a chance! We can’t abandon him!” Keith said, outraged.
Allura took in a breath.
“That is exactly why we need to go. Now. Lance bought us
time. We can’t waste it.” She turned to them, tears in her eyes. Keith’s rage
“We will come back for him. We will find him and bring him
home. However we need to be alive to do that. I’m certain we would not survive
an assault on that ship. We must leave. Now.” Allura said tears streaking down
She wiped them the best she
could and went to the comms telling Hunk and Shiro to come back. They were
going to wormhole out. Reluctantly they came back, looking pale and worried.
The ship made the wormhole, leaving the Galra and Lance behind.
Lance’s head felt heavy. His back felt worse, dry and
stinging. He was being suspended against a wall. Arms, legs and torso bound by
heavy thick clamps on the walls. Everything hurt. He slowly raised his head,
moving it seemed to make it worse but he needed to see where he was. He knew he wasn’t in
the castle but where exactly was he?
He blinked his eyes. Realizing quickly that one was having
trouble seeing, which is a great thing to add to his ever growing list of
problems. The room was dark with metal floors, walls and ceiling. Purple lights
lined the walls in a linear pattern. He recognized that purple anywhere. He was
on a Galra ship. Great.
He spent time looking over his injuries. He took a shot to
the shoulder, he remembered that. But the rest must have been from the
explosion or the free fall. His back was burnt, realizing the sensation. His
left eye couldn’t see very well, vision was dark and tinted red. He could feel
a cut over his eyebrow pulsing and swollen. His jaw felt fat and burned. The clamps were holding him to
the wall a bit too tight and it seemed hard to draw a good breath. What a mess.
Soon the door flew open, showering the room in purple light.
A tall man stepped in, long white hair and purple skin. Yellow almost glowing
eyes looked at Lance with an interest that made his skin crawl. He was wearing
armor, fancy armor. This guy was definitely in charge. Lance smirked,
confidence couldn’t fail him now.
“Who are you? Zarkon’s replacement?” Lance asked, smug
The man took a moment and smiled.
“Yes, something like that.” He confirmed.
Lance was a little stunned, he honestly hadn’t expected him
“What, really?!” Lance asked, shocked.
The man smiled.
“My name is Prince Lotor, I am Zarkon’s son.” He took a step
forward, examining Lance a little closer.
Once satisfied with being a creep he backed off.
”I must inform you
that your fellow paladins have abandoned you.” Lotor said.
Lance breathed a small breath of relief. So they did get
out. Good. That’s good, Lance thought although he couldn’t help the lump
forming in his throat.
“Oh don’t worry, they’ll be back.” Lance said confidently.
Well he hoped anyway. Lotor paused and smile kept on his
“If that’s the case, how about we get started?”
Lance swallowed the lump was getting bigger. Two guards from
the hallway came through the door.
“Bring it big ears.” Lance smirked.
Lotor’s face didn’t change, not even a twitch of anger. Now
that Lance could see him up close, for a Galra he was pretty handsome. Nice
hair. Although he seemed not all Galra. Lance wasn’t sure how he knew that but
something about him read a little more of something else.
Lotor took a step closer, the guards following him closely
as a flood of more people came into the room. Druids, that’s what their called.
Cloaked with masks but the creepy witch lady wasn’t there which was a relief.
But they shuffled in with metal floating boxes and began to take out what Lance
had to guess was torture devices which wasn’t so great.
Lotor began to talk.
“You are the blue paladin of Voltron, riding the blue lion
which also is a leg of Voltron. You were injured due to the explosion on the
false ship over the planet of Neva. You escaped through a vent but the
explosion was rather close to you. You were sent into the atmosphere were the
gravity forced you unconscious. Our ship rescued you before you hit the planet.
Once on board we treated some of your wounds so you did not die. But we left the
majority that were not life threatening. Once you were brought aboard our ship
the rest of the paladins used the explosion to escape us via wormhole.” Lotor
“This is the information we know. You see Zarkon was not one
to share information with others. He unfortunately did not leave me any
information about Voltron or its paladins. So I must gather the information
myself.” He paused as a druid handed him something small and metallic.
The lump in Lance’s throat was growing bigger. He wanted to
go home. He was scared. Terrified. But somewhere in the back of his mind which
was flooded with terror rose something else. He remembered he protected the
team. They were fine and were going to live for another day. Something in Lance
clicked in place like a gear in his body was replaced with something stronger.
It didn’t matter. What happened to him didn’t matter. He must do everything he
can to keep everyone safe. His emotions became steel and the breath that had been
coming too quickly slowed. The fear was still there but that was natural the
rest was made of unmoving steel.
Lance looked at Lotor his eyes narrowing and smirk plastered
all over his face. He was not afraid.
“Why don’t you just get started then? Quit the chatter.”
Lotor paused and blinked momentarily surprised. But then his
smile grew across his face.
“Oh. I will have fun breaking you.”
So quick. Lance didn’t even register as Lotor took the small
metal object and shoved it through Lance’s hand. Lance screamed.
Summary: Her boyfriend hates when she wears lipstick, but Negan doesn’t mind a little red…
Characters: Negan x Female
Word Count: 3,081
Warnings:NSFW, Smut, and Swearing
Author’s Note: Ohhhh boyyyy. So I wrote this for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s new writing challenge. I know it’s not due for a while, but I’ve had the idea in my head for weeks and wanted to get it out while it’s fresh. I hope you guys enjoy!
Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime! I LOVE feedback!
Big thank you to @ashzombie13 for being my beta reader and giving me such wonderful feedback. You’re the best.
Hey guys, so here is part 1 of my mini fic. So this part is probably pretty boring, but I wanted to just kinda set the story up! Pleaaaaase leave feedback in my ask and let me know if you want part 2 or if this part is just too shit. Thanks darls.
Lucy: Wistful pining. Discreet looks, lip biting, soft smiles when the other isn’t looking. She writes poems about it, dreams about it, hears the stars tell stories about it. She keeps it locked in her heart, but sometimes it creeps out between soft touches and little laughs.
Natsu: Unintentional pining. Blatant stares and rough hands, gaze going soft when the other isn’t looking. He looks at them like they’re the world, the universe, the moon and stars, even if he doesn’t realize it. He doesn’t care what they are, so long as he has them in some way. He would go to the ends of the earth for them, and just wants to see them smile.
Juvia: Obvious pining. Stares and hints that aren’t really hints. Heavy flirting. Complaining to friends but going quiet when the lights go out. Growing bitter and losing hope, but clinging to the last little strands, fighting to hold on. Blowing kisses, dirty jokes, late night phone calls.
Gray: The “I’m Not Pining” pining. Avoidance. Lying–to himself, to them, to everyone else. Drunk texts at two am and an empty bottle of whisky. One-night stands, bourbon, shaky hands. A name written in the sand, washed away before it was ever really there. Envy and a bitter heart and bitter tongue.
Erza: Soft pining. Waiting forever, growing old. Gentle hands and laugh lines. Patience is a virtue, but time takes it all. Sad smiles and sadder eyes. A brush of hands, of lips, of souls.
Jellal: Absent pining. Gone with the wind, but eager to return. Always on his mind and in his heart. A secret smile on his lips, a whole in his heart. Bloody nose, battered hands. Self-doubt, bittersweet. Gone, gone, gone.