A cute, fluffy story on Lance as werecat? Just like his character, Pike, he has cat ears and a tail. He and his female human s/o are cuddling together. She can't get enough of his cat ears and playing with them. :)) Or maybe playfully tickle war. :))
Pairing: Lance x Reader
Word count: 1,1k
ONESHOT, VERY SHORT.
(this gif isn’t the usual size I go for but it was just so perfect, I couldn’t resist. Also big rip I scheduled this for nEXT YEAR THAT’S WHY IT NEVER CAME OUT AHSHSHA)
Sneaking away from a ball was very rude, your parents had often told you. Although it’s not like you could help it, the people there were just so boring.
You regretted ever attending any fancy dinner that you were invited to because of all the fake smiles and forced politeness that you got from the nobles that were there. They didn’t have a choice but to treat you, a commoner with a title, an equal to them which irked them to no end.
Your mother was well-known as a medic that did their part for the glory of this kingdom and honor of her family, but it didn’t change the fact that she was a commoner in the end. She died before she ever had the chance to receive a title from the ruler of the kingdom, but you were alive to accept her title for her and carry on her work.
“Party didn’t work out for you love?” a voice said as you entered the gardens that lead to your quarters.
You turned around and was met with a sly smirk that you knew all too well. Brown eyes met yours and became soft, your reflection becoming apparent despite the darkness that surrounded you.
“What about you? It’s prime time to rob some nobles and redistribute riches,” you said, a finger booping his nose.
He cringed a little at the action but showed no other sign of disliking it, physical contact a clear weakness of his. The taller man circled you, his voice tickling your ear.
“I had more important things in mind tonight, I ditched them.”
“Pike, are you sure you should do that?” you said, turning around so you wouldn’t lose sight of him; recently he’d taken to disappearing and surprising you when he could and you were not screaming, by fear of alarming someone that might be nearby.
“I’m not the best on the team anyways! They’ll be fine without me for the rest of the night. But you, on the other hand…”
“I can last a party or two without a bodyguard, Pike.”
“I know that. I was talking about me. I can’t be without you.”
Stunned, you froze in your steps. A smirk came to your features as he reached for your hand, pulling you to your room.
“Smooth,” you commented, making him chuckle.
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After you’d changed into more comfortable clothes, Pike had pinned you down and refused to let you leave the bed, his exhaustion becoming clearer as you got closer to him. His arms circled your waist, his face resting on the pillows just above your shoulders. Almost immediately after you’d crashed on the comforter, you felt him melt against you. Nothing would be better than falling asleep by your side, he’s convinced of it now.
“That bad huh?”
“Old man saw us coming. If it wasn’t for Meklavar and Keith I doubt we would’ve been able to tell that something was odd,” he replied. “Gotta hand it to them: I’m the assassin with detection skills and yet they’re the ones that point out traps more often than I do.”
He felt you frown even without looking at you. Often you’d heard his team members tease him and although all those involved knew that they never really meant to hurt him, the words still stung when they accidentally hit too close to home. You sighed, which made him nuzzle a little closer to you.
“At least none of them have the skills to disarm the traps though, do they?” he said, half for himself and half for you.
You kissed his temple in response, your hand staying against the back of his head. At first, you combed your hand through his hair but after a while, you started scratching the back of his ears like you did to cats and dogs that you saw during your trips to the city. By reflex, Pike tensed and you felt it, immediately regretting your action.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, I just--” you stammered as he lifted himself from you.
“No, it’s alright! I was just… I wasn’t expecting it.” he said, reflecting your flushed cheeks. I don’t hate it, I was just surprised.”
“So, it doesn’t feel bad?”
“No, but it’s not the best feeling either? A-at least not to me, who isn’t used to it. S’a bit odd.”
“Then why do cats and dogs often appreciate being scratched there?”
“Probably because they don’t have opposable thumbs to reach the--- are you comparing me to an animal?” he said, fakely offended.
“Well if you want to get technical, You have wereclan tribal marks, ears and--”
“That’s it! I can’t believe that the love of my life would think of me like that!” he shouted, the hands that were holding you together pressing in dangerous places.
“Pike, no! S-stop!”
You felt the feeling course through your spine, and the laughter slipped in small doses from your lips, despite biting down on them so hard. Meanwhile, Pike kept talking.
“Comparing me to an animal you can meet in the city, even if that’s where we technically met, I cannot tolerate being insulted this way! You will pay for this!”
He acted like he was offended by what you said, but you knew that the tickle war was only to get both of your minds off of the heavy topic he’d brought up before. He always came to you when he was feeling down and while you were never the best for comfort, you were the best distraction from his insecurities. For a while, you wondered if that’s all you were going to be for him: a distraction. It was a surprise when you found out that your affections were returned, soon after you met his teammates that he had talked about so dearly during his nightly visits.
As much as you wanted to help him get over the insecurity of his place on the team, you acknowledged that it wouldn’t happen overnight and decided not to pry anymore, simply putting a hand on the one that was trying to pinch your waist. Pike came here most likely to relax and wind down from all the action he’d been through tonight, he shouldn’t be spending more energy cheering you up when he already seemed so low on it.
“Alright, it’s getting late,” you said, catching the hand that was sneaking around your waist. “I don’t know about you but I’d like to get some rest.”
Pike’s smiled turned from mischievous to gentle, his face sinking into the crook of your neck. “I’d like that very much.”
And after one last quick peck, he melted against you until morning came.
Lance wakes up to see Keith is gone from the bed. He pouts as he sits up, looking around. He tilts his head a bit when he sees Keith sitting on the floor beside the bed.
“Keith? Babe, what’re you doing? It’s,” he looks at the time with a yawn, ”almost one in the morning.” When Keith doesn’t respond, he crawls to his side of the bed and slowly wraps his arms around his shoulders since he was on the floor.
Lance sighs into Keith’s shoulder as he closes his eyes. “Another nightmare?” Keith only nods as he leans into Lance’s touch, bringing his hands to Lance’s arms.
Lance hums as he gives his loved a peck on the cheek. “Why don’t you come cuddle with me and we can talk about it? Then, I’ll tell you a sweet bedtime story while giving you kisses and a lot of compliments?”
Keith smiles at Lance’s words, crawling up onto the bed with him. “I love you, Lance.” “Ah ah, it’s Sharp Shooter to you. But, I love you too, Mullet.”
Summary: Your life changed forever that day in the forest. The day the voices got too much. The day that single word brought you to what felt like the very brink of death - that was until Lance McClain, son of Poseidon, arrived to take you home.
Genre: percyjackson!au - angst
Notes: part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 8 - part 9 - epilogue - yes bois
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Hiraeth - (n) a homesickness for a place you can’t return to, or that never was.
Chapter 7
You were only kept in the infirmary for a few more days after Hades had left camp, his parting words doing nothing to soothe the anxiety you were now feeling like a heavy boulder placed in your stomach.
The ambrosia had done its job of healing you fairly well. The pain was nearly completely wiped out from your side, leaving behind only the faintest of scars etching from your rib cage. Hunk had been hesitant to allow you free range of the camp after taking such a harsh hit, but nobody else in the Apollo cabin seemed to think it necessary to keep you cooped up in the infirmary any longer than you already had been.
And so, you were tossed out into the real world all over again, all on your own.
It was a harsh reality to awaken to. After talking to a new person every other hour, somebody jabbing at your side, asking you how you were feeling, if you needed any more ambrosia to get you through the day, it was a very wild turn to suddenly step foot outside of the infirmary to be greeted with nothing but pure hostility.
The air was awful. It hung around you, suffocating and heavy. People were no longer just trying to ignore you – not like how they had ignored you whenever it had been Coran they were accusing you of killing. This was Slav. The Slav, the man who made everybody laugh at dinner, the man who could apparently make everybody smile – no. They were no longer just ignoring you. They were making their hate for you known.
You walked through camp with your head down, trying your hardest to ignore the jeers and yells of the people around you. People from the Ares cabin had even gone as far as throwing fruit in your direction. Lucky enough, Chiron had been walking past at that exact moment and had managed to swipe the food from the air before it was bound to hit you directly in the face. He had ushered you on quickly, not giving you a chance to see the telling off he had given to the campers in question.
Not as if you cared. You wanted away from the scene as quickly as possible, not seeing a point in sticking around to anger them any more than they already were.
You could handle the jeers and the insults from the other cabins – they didn't know what they were talking about. They already had preconceived ideas of you due to the whole Coran situation, due to you being the daughter of Hades – it was Lance's attitude towards you that made you feel as if you were being ripped apart.
He had every reason to be ignoring you, and you told yourself that on a constant loop as you walked through camp all on your own. You had hurt him, had shattered the trust you both had so delicately built up for one another – he had every reason in the world to not want to speak to you, but it didn't make it any easier. You often walked past him, watched him laughing and joking with Lotor as if there had never been any tension between the two of them in the first place. He would ignore you when you walked past him, but you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head, could hear the falter in his laughter whenever your presence was made known by Lotor's hollering in your direction.
You never bothered to turn back and face him. You weren't entirely sure you would be able to hold yourself together if you met his eyes.
Five days after you had been released from the infirmary, you arrived to dinner early. The only other people there were the satyrs, who were busy setting out the food for the campers who were due to arrive soon. You grinned warily at Marco, a satyr with curly brown hair and a smile that could have blinded.
“You're here early,” he called over to you before tossing you a plate. You yelped, fumbling with it for a moment before finally tugging it into your chest. “Sorry. I forget that you guys don't have good reflexes.”
“It's fine,” you grunted, slumping down at the Hades table. Marco walked over to you, leaned against the edge of it to continue the conversation. “I've got nothing better to do; thought I might as well get to my seat early.”
Marco raised a brow. “I don't mean to burst your bubble, but it's not like the Hades table is gonna be running out of seats any time soon, sweetie.”
“Yeah, well...”
Marco pursed his lips as you glanced back down at the table with an awkward aura surrounding you; you knew it was there, knew he could feel it, but you struggled to pin it down. You felt awkward, felt as if every single heart wrenching emotion you had been feeling these past few weeks was showing through in full force.
“What's got you so down, Y/N?” Marco asked suddenly.
You looked up at him, feigning surprise. “Me? Nothing. Why?”
“You just look a little lost, that's all,” he replied, lowering himself down on to the seat in front of you. “Don't think of me as a creep or nothing like that, but I've been watching you these past few weeks – since you came to camp, actually – and I can't help but notice that your moods kind of gone down since you first arrived – now, that doesn't usually happen. Usually it's the other way around.”
“Just stress, Marco. Nothing you should be worrying about.”
“Stress? How can you be stressed? You have a cabin all to yourself, no siblings to fight with, you've got Lance McClain wrapped around your finger-”
That was when you winced.
Marco noticed, his eyes darting open wide at the realisation; he had hit the nail on the head long before he had planned to, apparently. “Ooooh... Lance is causing you problems, huh?”
You craned your neck, glancing at the buffet table behind him. “When do you think I can start getting my food?”
Marco moved so he was taking up your line of vision. “What did he do? You two looked like two peas in a pod the last time I checked! I was rooting for you!”
“Nothing happened,” you growled, slumping back on the bench and folding your arms over your chest. “We just – grew apart. That's what happens with humans, Marco.”
Marco raised a brow. “In case you failed to see, sweetie, I am half-human. And I also have the brain of a human.”
You sighed. “That's not what I meant-”
“I know, I know.” Marco reached forward and placed a gentle, fur covered hand on top of your arm. You closed your eyes – you hadn't realised just how badly touch starved you had been over the past few days. With everybody ignoring you, you had been completely on your own, and you had once believed yourself to be able to handle it. You were alone for the majority of your life, but never before had you been surrounded by so many people, people who should have related to you on some level, and felt so alone.
“You really shouldn't be being so kind to me,” you croaked out. Marco's grip tightened slightly. “If anybody sees you talking to me, they're gonna think you're some kind of murderer-sympathiser or something. I don't want you to have to deal with them yelling insults at you. Hunk and Pidge are already going through that enough as it is.”
Marco scoffed in amusement. “You think I give a shit what them campers think? God, I've never met a more annoying bunch of people in my life, I'll tell you that much. Think they're all that and more just because their parents have a little bit of gold blood in them – pfft. Wait till they get thrown out into the real world, then they'll know. Then they'll know.”
You couldn't help but giggle. Marco looked up at you and smiled, gently patting your arm before withdrawing his hand and placing it back in his lap.
“Don't you worry about them other campers, sweetie. From what I've heard about you amongst the forest creatures, you're the toughest son of a bitch this camp has seen in a while, and not just because of your parentage.” He leaned forward. “Is it true that you used to live on the streets? That you know Romelle?”
Your heartbeat thundered out of nowhere, shock spiralling through your body at the use of Romelle's name in such a casual setting – how did this satyr know who Romelle was?
You opened your mouth to reply, but no words came out. You could only stare at him with wide eyes, your hand clenching the edge of the table as you tried to process exactly what it was he had just said.
He shook his head as if your silence was answer enough, running his hands through his curly hair. His ring got caught on his horns and he grunted as he manoeuvred the jewellery out of his hair.
“Incredible,” he said breathily. “Next time you see her, tell her Marco misses her. She hasn't stopped by in ages.”
You slowly shook your head. “What are you-”
“Oh, christ,” Marco suddenly hissed, shooting up from his chair without a second mention of what he had just been speaking about. You whirled around, spotting the large group of campers emerging from the training fields towards the dinner hall. “I should get back to work. Remember what I said, sweetie – don't let the campers get to you. They're all wimps anyway.” And before you could stop him, try as you might, he had darted off back towards the buffet table to finish up helping the other satyrs dish out the evening meals.
You stared at the back of his head, unsure of how to react to what he had just said – first of all, how did the forest creatures even know that you knew Romelle? And what did Marco mean when he said she hadn't stopped by in ages? You couldn't recall a single time Romelle had stopped by – it didn't seem likely. In fact, it seemed almost impossible. Last time you had asked, you had been informed that the camp was covered by a shield that stopped mortal eyes from peering in.
You swallowed thickly, appetite suddenly lost. You could hear Lotor jeering behind you, his stupid jokes followed abruptly by Lance's angelic laughter.
You had enough to worry about – you would ask Chiron about the subject later on. Until then, you had been ordered to keep your head down, and that's exactly what you would do.
---
The lake was always prettiest at night, you had found.
You had only been down here a few times in the past whenever the sun had fallen beneath the mountains, leaving camp Half-Blood in an eerie yet peaceful sway of darkness. After the incident with Lotor witnessing you use your powers, you had been fended away from the place after dark, but you saw no reason in being afraid of it now. Not whenever you had nothing else to lose.
The campers had all shifted to bed for the night, the camp now cast in silence. You had made your way to the Hades cabin after dinner, hidden away until the rest of the camp fell silent, and then you made your way down to the awaiting waters which you now sat in front of, knees bulked up to your chest and chin resting upon them.
The air was so still. The faint smell of barbecue smoke was present in the air from the dinner that had gone on only a few hours prior. The waves were blowing gently with the slight breeze Chiron had allowed through the shield as a way to help the campers sleep; you hadn't taken him up on that, choosing to instead stay up to organise your thoughts before they got too muddled.
That's what it felt like. It truly felt as if you were on the verge of a breakdown, like you would suddenly collapse out of nowhere at any given moment; it was impending upon you, and you knew that. You could feel it building up in your chest, refusing to show you any mercy. Not like you expected it to. With everything going on right now, it was a miracle you were able to sit by the edge of the lake and still have coherent thoughts.
You hollowed out your cheeks and let the air pop out of them. A water nymph giggled at the noise. You cast your eyes in their direction, only for them to squeak at being caught and dive back beneath the waves in their attempts to hide from you; you had no doubt in your mind that they would report back to Chiron that you had been sat up past dark, but you couldn't find the energy or the will to care at the moment.
You thought about Lance. He was the last person you had been here with, the last person who had witnessed this lake with you. He had been happy then, joking around and jostling with you – until you had lost all sense of control and kissed him. That was truly the point where things shattered between the two of you – you had let your feelings get ahead of you, and there was no coming back from such a thing. Not now. Not after the trust had been shattered, leaving nothing in its wake.
As if your thoughts had summoned him, Lance's voice emerged from the trees behind you.
You shot up from your spot by the lake, startled by the sudden intrusion. He was laughing, saying something through a mouthful of giggles that was quickly met with a response – the response of Lotor.
“Son of a bitch,” you hissed, trying to act quickly. They had yet to break through the tree line – you had a chance to hide yourself, to get away before they-
You could think about it no longer. Their voices were getting louder, a clear sign that they were approaching the lake much faster than you would have liked. Not even thinking about the pain that would surely spiral through you in a moments time, you dove behind the nearest tree and landed with a thump amongst the nettles and the brambles; you clenched your teeth, the scar on your side flaring with a dull pain that reminded you immediately of the spear that had pierced you only a week prior; the man who had held that spear was walking towards the lake now, your best friend at his side, laughing as if nothing had happened.
You curled your knees into your chest, biting down on your tongue to stop the whimpers of pain from escaping you.
Lance ducked down by the edge of the lake and dipped his hand into the water. When he brought it loose from the waves, his fingers were dripping and he gently swiped the water over his forehead. Lotor wrinkled up his nose.
“That's quite unhygienic,” said Lotor. “Gods only know what's been in that water.”
“Actually, I know exactly what's been in that water,” replied Lance. “And it's nothing gross. Now, come here. You've still got blood on your neck from your duelling session.”
“I'm fine,” Lotor grunted, but Lance was having none of it. You watched on, a sick feeling arising in your stomach as your best friend reached towards Lotor and summoned a puddle of water into his palm that he delicately splashed across the Ares campers neck.
Lotor shuddered, gritting his teeth as if the prospect of having lake water clean him was truly and utterly revolting. You could see Lance trying to hold back laughter at the mans reaction – he had once told you that he found it particularly humorous to see people shy away from earths natural elements. He had always believed water to be the most beautiful of things.
“There,” Lance said. “Wasn't so bad after all, was it?”
“It's disgusting,” said Lotor. “But I suppose you would never understand – not with your father being who he is.”
Lance clenched his jaw, hiding his frustration. The topic of his father was one you knew to be a risky one – one you were better off leaving behind in a conversation with him. You half expected Lance to start lashing out, perhaps telling Lotor to shut his mouth, but the argument never came. The lake was filled with a heavy silence as Lance kneeled back down at the lakes edge and gently ran his fingers along the water, softly beckoning for some fish to come to his fingers. They did so, and he smiled gently to himself, as if the sea creatures were a source of comfort for him.
“You never told me what happened the day you stumbled across Slav,” Lotor said suddenly. Lance drew in a sharp breath – even you did, hidden behind the tree with your side still aching.
Lance looked at Lotor over his shoulder. “I gave my statement to Chiron. There's nothing more I can do about it.”
“That's not what I asked.” Lotor kneeled down beside him. “Were the black veins on his skin?”
“I don't know, Lotor. I didn't really-”
“Because you have to agree with me, Lance, that those black veins can come from one person and one person only,” Lotor continued, his voice deathly quiet now. Lance wasn't looking at him, instead keeping his eyes firm on the waters surface. “Only a child of Hades would be able to do something like that, and there is only one demigod child of the god of the underworld. It might be a tough pill for you to swallow, but there will have to come a day where you face the facts.”
Lotor leaned forward then, so close to Lance that his sharp chin could have very well rested upon his shoulder. “You don't still believe she's innocent, do you?”
Your heart sped up. Lance was silent for a moment – a moment too long. You felt the tears spring to your eyes, felt the sudden urge to throw yourself out from behind the tree and run as far as you could suddenly overwhelm you.
But then Lance was shaking his head. “I don't think she's a killer, Lotor. I spent weeks with her, and she – she just isn't a murderer.”
Lotor's eyes flashed with what could only be described as anger, as if his plans to get Lance to turn against you had been officially soiled. “You're serious? You're truly, deadly serious right now – after every piece of evidence you've been given, you're still protecting her?”
“I'm not protecting anyone,” Lance said. “I'm just telling you the truth! First of all, she wasn't powerful enough to do that kind of damage-”
“This coming from the man who was a victim to her powers during Capture the Flag only a week ago!”
“And you still managed to stab her in the side!” Lance suddenly exclaimed. “If she was truly as powerful as you keep making her out to be, then how did you manage to spear her, huh?”
“She wasn't paying attention,” Lotor growled. “And I'm a powerful man when it comes to battle – it's my element. It's how I was raised.”
“Yeah, well, Y/N was raised on the streets.” Lance stood up then, tugging at his jacket. “She wasn't taught to kill, alright? So get that idea out of your thick skull and maybe start looking into people who could be actual suspects.”
Lotor made to say something, but he was cut off whenever Lance flicked his wrist and the lake exploded around him. Lotor cried out at the sudden shower of lake water that rained down upon him, but Lance didn't even look back as he walked away from the scene, making his way back up the track without so much as a glimmer of regret shining on his face.
Lotor growled, running out of the fountain of water. He looked back at the lake only once, scowled to himself, before he was following Lance back up the path, leaving you all alone once again.
Your heartbeat was loud and clear in your chest, thumping wildly. You perched yourself up onto your elbow, immediately dragging your shirt up so you could inspect the damage done to the previously healing injury – the ambrosia had stopped the bleeding, and you were fairly certain that no more than a scar had been left behind, but as you looked down at the injury now, you could see fresh dabs of blood dotting along your skin.
You scowled. The pain wasn't unbearable yet, though you were dreading the walk to the Apollo cabin – you would ask for Hunk and nobody else. Hunk could see to you in your own cabin, and then you would be fine. You wouldn't have to confess as to where you had been, wouldn't have to tell anyone about what you had just overheard.
Because it was crazy. Truly, utterly crazy the words you had just heard. You had felt for sure that Lance had turned against you, that perhaps Lotor had poisoned his brain, changed his opinions to work against you – that seemed like the most likely option. Why else would Lance be hanging around with him, acting as if they were best buddies? It didn't make any sense to you.
As you stumbled up from the lake and made your way to the Apollo cabin, you couldn't help but feel a little lighter. The physical pain was increasing with every step you were taking, but the emotion pain had definitely dulled upon hearing that Lance wasn't entirely against you, that Lance was one of the few people who could see the sense in your innocence; you may very well have a chance after all.
----
Hunk had kindly tended to your injuries without question – a mere raised eyebrow to which you replied with a shake of your head, and he had fallen silent.
He had fed you ambrosia, made sure you were tucked nicely into bed before he was bidding you farewell and heading back to the Apollo cabin – you were falling asleep in a matter of minutes, the warmth of the ambrosia lulling you into unconsciousness quicker than you were used to.
Perhaps it was the suddenness of it that induced the dream.
At least, you were fairly certain it was a dream. In your head, that was all it could be; your brain growing bored and needing some images to entertain itself with. But if this was truly a dream, you had never experienced one quite so vivid, quite so realistic.
You were at the lake again. It was just you and the soft whispering of the late night breeze, the chirping of the insects that bound around the trees and chased the streams of moonlight. For a moment, they were all you could see. You couldn't move, your body tucked away behind some leaves that did very little to obscure your vision but most definitely kept you hidden from outside onlookers.
The alone time lasted only a few more minutes before a twig was snapping and the treeline was being shoved out of the way, revealing no other than Lance McClain.
He seemed to be angry about something, his cheeks hollowed out and his perfectly shaped eyebrows slanted. He was stomping his feet rather than his usual graceful walk, and the water of the lake ripped violently as soon as he made his appearance.
“That idiot,” he grunted to no one in particular, kicking a pebble into the water. “He doesn't even know what he's saying half the time – how can he just come out with this stuff and not know that he's making an absolute idiot of himself?”
Lance groaned, ran his hands through his hair and slumped down by the lakes edge. You were half tempted to walk towards him, ask him what was wrong, offer him any form of comfort you could possibly give, but you found yourself unable to do so. It was as if you were stapled to the floor.
You were forced to watch him for minutes on end as he ran his hands idly through his hair, grunting incoherent words to himself on a constant loop. It got to the point where you were ready to wake up, growing bored of the scene in front of you – why did your brain think this was a suitable sight? Why did your brain think this was enough to keep you occupied until morning, and why couldn't you wake up from it? You were well-aware you were dreaming – it should have been easy enough for you to just snap yourself awake.
Your desire to rise disappeared whenever the twigs snapped and Lotor made his first appearance of the night. You should have known, of course, that he would eventually arrive – there was nobody better at starting drama than Lotor.
Lance didn't look up when he said, “Go back to camp, Lotor. I don't have anything to say to you.”
“You're villainizing me for no reason,” said Lotor, making his way towards Lance with heavy steps that reeked of threat. “I spoke the truth back there, and it's about time the entire camp saw it.”
“You called me a terrorist-sympathisor, Lotor! Do you know how that feels?” Lance exclaimed. “Gods, you don't even know what you're talking about half the time, do you? None of you idiots at the Ares cabin do!”
“You watch your mouth,” snarled Lotor. “My siblings and I have more intelligence than those three Big Gods of yours combined – just because your father was an original, doesn't make him special. It doesn't make you special, so stop sitting here thinking you're all powerful whenever-”
Lotor's sentence went unfinished whenever Lance spiralled around and shot his hands out with a roar of anger. You flinched away from the spray of water that suddenly burst from above your best friends hands and slammed down upon Lotor – but Lotor was fast. It happened in a matter of seconds, so fast you had barely caught sight of it until Lance was crumbling to the floor.
Lotor had pulled his shield off of his back and was holding it over his head; the water bounced off of the surface, the shield acting as a decent umbrella to protect him from the shower of lake water Lance had just thrown upon him.
But he wasn't done there.
With a roar of anger, Lotor unsheathed the sword that was always strapped across his back. It glittered purple, sparkled in the moonlight – that was until it was thrust through Lance's heart and was drawn back bright red, dulled.
You were screaming. You were screaming so loud and so desperately, and you wanted nothing more than to wake up, to wake up, to wake up-
“Y/N! Y/N, wake up!”
Your eyes snapped open. You gasped for air, throwing yourself forward. Your legs were tangled in the sheets, your hands gripping tightly at Pidge's green jacket as she and Hunk stared down at you in concern, clearly unsure as to what to make of the sudden outburst.
Sweat was drenching your sheets, drowning your hair, dripping down your collar bones. You panted, looking around the room for any sign of Lotor – you expected him to be here. You expected to see Lance slumped over in the corner with a knife wound in his chest, Lotor standing over him with that sneer playing on his features.
But the room was completely empty bar you, Hunk and Pidge – just like it always was.
Your eyes snapped back to Hunk and Pidge. Pidge was sat on your bed, her hands firm on your shoulders. Hunk was standing beside her, a plate of ambrosia trembling in his hands.
You swallowed thickly, suddenly needing water. “I'm fine.”
Pidge raised a brow. “You didn't sound fine. Were you having a nightmare?”
“I'm fine,” you repeated, snapping your hands away from her jacket and flattening them upon the mattress. “Is breakfast over yet? I need some water.”
As the castle orbited through space, Lance could see the outline of earth in the distance. He sighed solemnly, wondering if his family enjoyed Christmas this year or not. That was his favorite time of the year because his family housed all of his relatives; there were always little kids running around, large meals being prepared, and Christmas specials playing on tv all day. This year was different. This year he didn't have any of that.
Christmas had come suddenly since they didn't really keep track of dates after they moved into space. Allura and Coran were unaware of such holidays on Earth and had the palidans training all day. Later that evening after everyone had eaten dinner, Hunk had went to help Pidge build something, Shiro went to bed early, Allura and Coran were discussing a new protection system for the castle, and Keith...well Lance didn't really know where Keith rushed off to, but he left the table without saying a word. All of his friends had become his second family, and the fact that he ended up alone for the remainder of Christmas really sucked. Moments where he felt truly alone surfaced in short bursts, Lance always being sure to quickly shut it down and hide behind a smile. This moment ended up lingering a little longer as tears began to blur the image of Earth slowly fading away. A new image quickly replaced it, and Lance locked eyes with Keith's reflection.
"Hey..." Keith started, voice hinting at concern.
Lance faked a yawn and used the opportunity to wipe his eyes. "Hey man. What's up?" he carried on normally.
Keith rubbed the back of his neck nervously and said, "I uh... kinda got something for you."
Lance watched as Keith slowly lifted a small metal box into view as he added, "I know it's probably not the best gift you've ever gotten, but since it's Christmas, and you like that kind of thing...well here. "
He turned to face Keith in time to have the object shoved into his hands. Lance had to admit, he had no idea what it was, but the fact that Keith got him anything at all made his heart melt. He must've caught the clueless look on Lance's face because he chuckled and offered,"Let me show you how it works."
Keith reached behind Lance to turn the lights down in the room and tapped a button on his gift. A hologram of snow burst out towards the ceiling and gracefully floated around them. Lance watched in awe as the room was transformed into a winter wonderland with a slight smile on Keith's face that was quickly replaced by an uncertain look. "Do..do you like it?" He questioned.
A huge smile found its way into Lance's face as he threw himself into Keith, pulling him into a tight hug. "Thank you so much. I love it." he whispered happily.
Keith wrapped his arms around Lance, deciding right then that the holidays weren't actually that bad if he got to spend then with Lance. With a smile of his own, Keith promised,"Anything for you."
WOW ok so this Lance request has been on my mind. Can y'all do a scenario where Lance's 5'3 strong gf picks him up bridal style while saying happy birthday and all that but Lance is so perplexed like "she's so strong??????" but is also so happy and falls in love all over again (and may or may not be turned on a lil ;))
ITS LIKE THIS ASK WAS MADE FOR ME
I AM FIVE FOOT THREE
I MAY BE SMOL BUT IDC FITE ME ~Mod Awkward
Bwahagabgagagabgaga short ass bitch wanna do this req ananannanan ~Mod saf
Listen bitch say good bye to your kneecaps ~Mod Awkward
It had been an amazing morning, albeit a little weird, but nonetheless one of the most memorable birthdays Lance has had in years.
The madness had started at the crack of dawn, with you barging into his room exclaiming that daylight was a-wastin’ and there was no time for him to sleep in. The abrupt exposure to light and sound caused Lance to moan in displeasure as he pulled the covers over him and sighed in content at his new found haven.
“Come on, sleepy head! Get up!” You laughed, throwing a pillow at him “It’s your birthday and we’re going to make every second count!”
“Well, this birthday boy needs his beauty sleep. And whatever the birthday boy says, goes.” He mumbled into his blankets with a smirk.
“But Lance,” you whine, “If you get anymore beauty sleep I’m afraid you’ll become too handsome for mere mortal eyes to comprehend! For the sake everyone else in the castle, you have to get up before it’s too late!”
“Oh no, it seems my mission to defeat the paladins of Voltron with my unparalleled good looks and charm has been foiled! Curses!” He shook his fist in the air, feigning defeat.
You gasped, “So my suspicions were correct!” With each line threatening to send you into a fit of giggles, it was becoming increasingly hard to stay in character. If anyone else were listening in on this conversation you were sure they’d think the both of you were insane, but you didn’t care, this was fun. “It was you all along! I knew something was off the moment I saw you and felt myself grow weak in the knees! You fiend, you threw me off with your perfect smile and flirtatious winks!”
Folding his arms over his head and leaning back into his pillow, Lance shrugged smugly, “Guilty.”
At this point, he couldn’t even bring himself to be mad at you for waking him up, even if it was an ungodly hour for role-playing and witty banter.
“For stealing my heart, I shall, in turn, steal your precious blankets!”
Say what now?
A small yelp escaped his lips at the sudden lack of warmth as chills traveled down his back. “The birthday boy commands you return his blankets at once!”
“Never!”
“Then you force me to unleash my secret weapon! Prepare to be absolutely smitten with me!”
Lance held his breath in anticipation for your response, only to be surprised at the silence that fell over the room. He was about to voice his concerns for you when he suddenly felt two arms hook under his knees and upper back. He was expecting the tickling of his lifetime, maybe even a pinching or two, but what he most certainly did not expect was for his girlfriend to quite literally lift him off of the bed.
Holy shit.
His eyes flew open in awe. Lance knew he was gaping up at you like a dumbstruck fool, but he couldn’t bring himself to close his mouth nor form any coherent words. You were smiling sweetly down at him and he could feel his heart pounding almost painfully in his chest.
“You silly paladin, I already am.”
You crashed your lips onto his, craning your head to convey as much passion into the kiss as you could. Was it possible to be this confused and aroused at the same time? Not now Lance Jr.
His girlfriend, was holding him up bridal style and kissing him. His girlfriend, who needs help reaching objects in high places and has to stand on her toes to reach up to give him a peck on the cheek, was this beautiful and strong warrior goddess who could lift him up without so much as breaking a sweat. Quiznak, and he thought it wasn’t possible to love you any more than he already did.
With new resolve to prove his adoration for you, he kissed back with twice the fervor. You hummed against lips in response, sending tingles down his arms. You were steadfast and warm against him, your mouth molding with his in perfect unison. Lance gripped at the collar of your shirt to pull you closer, desperate to feel more of you.
He felt weightless, like he was floating, it was dizzying and electrifying.He was glad he was in your arms, for he was sure that his legs wouldn’t be able to support him if he tried to stand. Any desire to crawl back into his bed was long gone, his sole attention on you, and only you. The smell of your hair, the feel of your hands, the beating of your heart. He wanted all of you, to taste you, touch you, he never wanted the blissful moment to end, but with a parting nibble on his lower lip, you broke the kiss and brought your forehead to meet his.
;;i made this into a separate post hoping that the readmore works since its a lil wordy! thanks sm for sending i hope youre okay with how this turned out (me: isnt) @magicalfirebunny20
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There have been times when [Y/N] would playfully punch his arm or flick his forehead, and mock wrestling matches were common whenever one decided to take advantage of the other’s ticklishness. Lance knows that [Y/N] is actually pretty strong in comparison, but he never truly got the whole gist of it until [Y/N] is physically slamming him against the wall, the rocky outskirts of the mermaid palace piercing his back painfully. Lance squirms, having already mustered all of his energy to kick Hunk away from him. They fought him with every intention to kill or detain, and Lance finds out pretty quickly that both of their strengths can easily overpower his.
“[Y/N], please-” Lance gapes, feeling their hand tighten painfully around his neck, actually letting his gaze jump to lock with theirs behind the limbs of the jellyfish. They look back at him with piercing eyes, dull and void of whatever morality the true [Y/N] has, and his heart drops.
“Must keep queen safe and warm.” [Y/N] repeated in the same monotonous tone Hunk had delivered them, like a broken record on repeat that Lance just can’t get back in tune.
He doesn’t want to hurt them. Kicking Hunk in the gut to shamble out of his grasp had been hard to do without feeling the guilt weigh down on him like bricks, so he can’t imagine doing the same to [Y/N], not in a billion years.
“Come on…” Lance muttered, throat aching now as he held onto their wrists, straining to keep their eyes locked, to reverse whatever damned spell they’ve put them on…
[Y/N]’s grip loosens. It’s only for a split second, but it loosens and it gives Lance enough time to push out of their grasp and off of the wall, a trail of bubbles spraying behind him as he made a descent for the antidote the cave dwellers had given him. But Hunk is faster, and he rams into Lance hard enough to both knock the wind out of him and send him spiraling towards the barren slopes just outside of the palace. The puffer fish lands just a little ways from him, and Lance is already starting to swim towards it, the blood roaring in his ears. He doesn’t know how long he can keep this up both physically and mentally, and he knows that if he doesn’t - he’ll end up just like them. Lance is aware that both [Y/N]’s and Hunk’s fates are depending on him, which makes the situation all the more scarier.
He manages to grab and toss the fish in Hunk’s direction blindly, losing his balance clumsily as the green-yellow gas releases, spraying Hunk straight on. His friend blinks a few times, his baffled expression returning as the gas clears. Lance stares at him, still unsure if it had worked.
Hunk gives him a look like a deer in headlights, “...Lance?”
Before he could feel relief, a pair of hands grab Lance from behind and begin dragging him backwards. He’s thrown to the ground (for about the tenth time and he’s sure that it’s bound to leave bruises - but he wouldn’t ever tell [Y/N] that afterwards) and [Y/N] is ontop of him again. With the puffer now out of reach and probably in need of a reload, Lance can infer that the situation is rather grave as [Y/N] pins him against the rough coral. Hunk is a confused mess where he left him, swimming over frantically with pure horror in his eyes.
“[Y/N]! What are you doing?” Hunk yells, seemingly unaware that he had been brainwashed alongside them just a few moments prior.
[Y/N] doesn’t listen, their stone gaze fixated on the struggling boy that stopped to look back for a moment. Options are running low, and with the antidote out of reach… he goes purely with his gut. He lifts up his arms, thrashing out of their grip - and then he’s hugging them. And not just a casual hug, a crushing one that practically has [Y/N] enveloped in his arms, making them stop and stiffen against him. He’s praying that the contact resurfaces some kind of sense of self, something…
“Come on, [Y/N], come back to me.” Lance murmured, squeezing them a little tighter.
He almost thinks he’s imagining the pair of hands shifting to return the embrace. But sure enough - it’s not his imagination, and he feels the familiar soft press of their fingers along his nape.
“Uh...Lance, why are we hugging, exactly?”
Lance jumps back, astonishment bursting in his chest as he stares at them with wide eyes. He keeps his grasp on their wrists, a warm sensation filling his core. It’s relief, happiness, love, affection, shock, and pure awe - and [Y/N] is just staring at him like he’s lost his mind.
“The mermaid queen brainwashed you!” Lance blurted out, watching their expression change drastically, “Both you and Hunk, and I -” A look of puzzlement falls over his features right then, and he turns his head to look back at Hunk, “The cave dwellers told me that the gas was the only thing able to reverse the spell but-”
He trailed off, still caught staring into those wide [E/C] eyes that still managed to look fairly lost. An act of affection really was able to pull [Y/N] out of the trance - why didn’t the cave dwellers tell him that that would work? Nonetheless, it’s a rare moment in which he feels like a hero, and maybe when they’re not currently being hunted down by a group of evil mermaids, he’ll tell [Y/N] everything. Well, everything except the pain in his shoulder blades that’s bound to leave a few bruises.
“Wait, wait, wait-” Hunk interrupted his thoughts and their small moment, swimming up with a stern frown, “Why didn’t you just hug me then? It would’ve been a hell of a lot better to wake up to compared to smelly puffer fish breath.”
Wow this blog is everything!! I love how you get the character so well and gah! It's amazing!! How do you figure shiro, lance , and Keith would react to sleeping with theirs/o for the first time (not sex just sleep) and they see their s/o sleeps in just panties and a tank top? Thanks so much 😊
Aaaaa thank you so much!! I’m glad the characters seem real! I was actually a little worried that I was straying from their canon character, so you just brightened up my day with a second sun, noonie.
SHIRO
he wouldn’t know what to expect, so he gets into bed before you do
you thought that he had fallen asleep but as you crawl on the bed he turns around and
oh
oh no
oh nO
TakashiShirogane.exe has stopped functioning
he doesn’t move until you call his name, and he thinks that you don’t notice how his eyes were on your legs but you do
and you call him out for it
“What, never seen a pair like these before?”
“No, I haven’t.”
his immediate answer knocks you down a peg and makes him regret existing
you both stare at each other with wide eyes as his face just turns beet red
and then you both burst into laughter at the same time
Shiro completely turns to you so he can hold his stomach properly and you fall to your side because what is air
when the laughter dies down, you both stare at each other again.
eyes twinkle and light blushes, it’s great to be young and in love
“Can I come closer?” you ask when you were finally under covers
He answers “Way ahead of you on that.” and pulls you in with a single arm around your waist
Before you fall asleep, he’d kiss the top of your head and rub small circles onto your back and the next morning he wouldn’t let you go until he wakes and lets you go himself (muscles weight alot, and so does his robot arm)
LANCE
this boy has been craving a bed buddy since day one and you can fight me on that.
the moment you agree to his proposal, he’d pop out this one line he’s been waiting to use:
“We’re going to be the best bedfriends.”
The moment he sees your bedwear though, his jaw drops
“Wanna make some noise tonight?”
“Lance, no.”
“Hey I’m just saying, I could eat you alive when you look like that.”
“Lance.”
“Alright, alright. Guess I’ll let you cool down.”
You raise en eyebrow at that. “Too hot for you?”
“You really get me and I just love you for it.”
The moment you’re under the covers with him, his arms and legs find yours
He’d been waiting for this the moment you agreed to become an item with him. Bed cuddles are one of his favorite things.
He’s usually clingy of you, yet this feels different even though you’ve felt his arms more than a thousand times
Eventually you’d relax though, and he would send you off to dreamland with a quick peck and a soft “See you in the morning, Bedfriend.”
The next morning, the first thing you’d ask is if you two could be bedfriends forever and
oh, his eyes shine when you ask him that
imMEDIATE KISS, HE LOVES YOU FOREVER MORE.
KEITH
he can’t look at you when you walk in
nope
no no, heart’s not ready, can’t
but
BUT
he glances oNE GLANCE, AND BOOM
it’s all over
he can’t stop staring at you
You had both agreed not to go too far tonight since you both knew that it would still take time to be on that level of comfort with each other but
he might take that back?
keyword: might
he doesn’t though, he respects the terms you both agreed to
so to try and calm himself down, he gives you one of his shirts and tells you to put it on
he tells you “It’s more for me. Just do it.” and won’t admit that it’s because your panties are very nice to look at
so you switch your top and when Keith thinks he can finally look at you
BAM
ANNYEONG KEITH
YOU MAKE THAT SHIRT LOOK REAL GOOD TO HIM
though covers exist and they are there to cover up things, hence your appearence that’s driving him a lil crazy
but once you both get into bed there’s like this deadpan silence between the two of you
it’s so awkward
should you say something? should he say something first?
in the end you both turn to your side at the same time and then remember that words aren’t really something you need anyways
so you both smile and naturally, the space between you guys closes
you both fall asleep to each other’s warmth and the beat of his heart beating against your skin. The next morning the first thing he asks you is if you can sleep in his bed from now on.
Hi <3 Could you write some headcanons with Shiro (and other paladins if you like) reacting to their s/o having a panic attack while trapped in a lion (or a small spaceship), alone, on a mission? Thank you <3
Of course! Also please note though that most of these is how I used to comfort friends that had panic attacks and they were all different people with different needs when being calmed down. Though the universal thing; deep breaths!Also most of the paladins use pet names when they become an item w someone i’m convinced fight meThis turned out pretty long so it’s on a read more!
SHIRO
You were on your way back from talking to some leader on a planet that Voltron had just freed, telling them about the alliance with other civilizations across the universe.
As you reported in some galra prisoners escaped and obviously tried shooting you down because they thought you were in their way
They were taken care of quickly but the adrenaline of battle after you had managed to stay out of their line of fire kinda backfired
Your ship stopped moving, and that immediately alerted Shiro
He connected to you and heard noises too close to hyperventilation, and immediately started talking to you through your comms
“Hey, I’m sure you can hear me somewhere in there. Look, baby you’re going to be just fine, I’m right here beside you and I’m going to make sure that nothing like this ever happens again, okay?”
His lion is right in front of your craft, he’s too afraid of suddenly grabbing the ship with his lion and causing the movement to shock you even more than this whole ordeal already has
He keeps repeating things like “you’re going to be okay, take deep breaths, you’re doing great” and calling you pet names, “baby” usually because he doesn’t usually call you anything else other than your name
But he knows that you’re pretty weak to pet names and you told him once that it made you happy to know that you were his so he uses pet names only when he either really feels it or when he really needs to
The moment you’re back on the ship together he sticks to you like glue unless you tell him to give you some breathing space
Shiro loves you baby ;)))
KEITH
You were on your way back from checking something outside of the castle after a battle, and unfortunately some galra ships came back
You rushed inside your ship but you were trembling so much that you couldn’t get yourself back into the castle
The paladins took care of their enemies quickly and Keith was talking to you the entire fight through your comms
“You’re going to fine, I’m not going to let these shitheads lay a single finger on you. Just stay there I’ll be there as fast as I can. I’ll be there right by your side soon, I promise.”
The moment that he’s close enough to your ship he gets out of his lion and hops onto your ship, though you’ve closed the door because you’ve retreated to a fetal position in your chair
Keith knocks a few times, telling you to let him in but then he remembers how scared you are
He presses his forehead on the ship and speaks softly to you over the comms
“I’m here, I’m right here. If you’d just let me in I’d hold you and I won’t let go until you tell me to, no matter what happens to me. Please, let me in. I just want to help you out.”
When you do manage to open the door, Keith throws off his helmet and hugs you tight, whispering softly to you until you’re breathing is calmer
he strokes your hair too, hoping that it calms you the same it calms him (he’s never asked but you’ve never said anything about it, so he keeps doing it)
Back at the castle he insists that you sleep together for a few days, he was scared because he almost lost you, even if he’d never say it out loud but you figured it out p quickly
LANCE
After hearing your unsteadly breath on the other side of the line, Lance immediately starts humming to you
First starts off singing something dumb like despacito or havana just to catch your attention, but after you call out his name he brightens up
“Hey! Yeah! Yeah yeah yeah, that’s me. Hey, babe I know you’re not feeling too swell, but look, you’ll be home soon and I’m here for whatever you need until you get back here, yeah?”
He becomes the weirdest jukebox until the fight is over, and immediately rushes to your side when Voltron disbands
Before grabbing your ship with his lion he communicates with you through the comms, letting you know exaclty what he was doing.
“Hey baby, we got rid of the baddies, and uh, I’m going to have red here take your ship back to the castle okay? I don’t want to startle you, but your breathing sounds a little better to me and I’m so, so proud of you for holding on for so long. Look, focus on my voice and not the weird shaking okay? I’ll be there as soon as I can baby, just hold on a little longer.”
Doesn’t shut up until you’re both back at the castle and he’s running from his lion to your ship, somehow having the door open for him and you hug him back.
“Thank god you’re okay.”
HUNK
The moment Hunk can hear your odd breathing pattern or a whimper from you, he asks you if you’re okay.
When you don’t answer, or when you let out a very shaky “no”, like Lance Hunk can’t shut up until he’s beside you
“Hey, hey baby listen to me, okay? We’re gonna do what we usually do and I’m going to talk your ear off until you get so annoyed you’re distracted from your panic attack to tell me off. So let’s start.”
He talks about everything and anything, and most of the time it starts with his most recent dream or recipe.
It really does keep going until he’s beside you, his arms around you and his voice soft in your ears instead of over the comms
He refuses to let you go until you’re all cozy and comfortable, reluctant to go take a shower because all that fighting obviously tired the hell out of him
You fall asleep together in your room, unfortunately losing hunk to dreamland but that’s okay, his sleeping face and steady breathing helps you regain your calm
When he wakes up and realizes he fell asleep before you he tries to make up for it
PIDGE
No matter how much time passes, Pidge is still a little awkward when dealing with your panic attacks
She theoretically knows what it is and what will calm it, a few hours of research and some description of what you feel when you’re going through helped her but
She’s known for being brash and is aware that things can often come out wrong with her
So the first thing she says to you is obviously to calm down and take deep breaths, but after such words yield no results because you’ve heard them so many times
She starts stressing herself
Of course Pidge is someone that can perform well even under stress but that stress is usually from others
it’s a little different when the source of stress is herself
She’s a little more hasty-- reckless to get to your side, and every passing second is one that your spend tormenting yourself and she hates that, her favorite thing is when you’re happy
When she finally gets a chance she makes her way to you, and she doesn’t know what to say so she just hugs you tight, to remind you that she’s here, she’s real and she’s all yours
maybe shushes you softly and pets your hair, and the way she kinda crushes you in the hug helps you snap back to reality
when your shaking stops and your breathing becomes steady again it’s your turn to comfort her though, she was hella scared that something worst would happen
