“I have an idea,” Kacchan pipes up.
“I am absolutely not letting you go out there and explode their faces,” Izuku says.
“Then I have no ideas.”
Bakugou’s plans are shot down for some reason (chp. 8)
the curse of the anime protagonist by masterdipster (AO3)
Boku no Hero Academia – Teen
#Alternate Universe #Canon Divergence #BAMF Midoriya Izuku #Midoriya Izuku has a Quirk #Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot #Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings #but he gets better! #Protective Bakugou Katsuki #bakugou doesn’t bully izuku here y’see #Things are different #Quirk: Reluctant Hero #it’s gen for now #Ships may come later #Angst #a lot of it #Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might #Snarky Deku #extreme levels of snarking #Illustrated #Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk #Previous OFA Holders Are Quirkless #Born of that one shitpost from tumblr #which I made #Incomplete
Or; the one where Izuku is blessed with the most heroic quirk in existence.
The problem is, er, being a hero’s the last thing he wants to be.
Some Kimi hair drawings I did for the @masterdipster ster Kimi hair color thing. I really like Kimi’s hair red apparently. (they’re all edits, honestly, no real drawing here) (I got carried away whoops)
hey @masterdipster! i’m your back-up @allurancexchange secret santa! i’m really sorry for how incredibly late this is, it fought me a bit. ^^;; still! i hope you enjoy this—lance and allura being the best looking and most admired couple at lotor’s zarkon is dead party independance day ball
Lotor, for all the things he was known for, was not known for allowing people to outshine him.
It was unclear then, how Princess Allura and Paladin Lance had received an invitation to his private Independence Day ball.
To be sure, in another lifetime, one free of war and strife and galactic tyranny, Prince Lotor and Princess Allura would have gotten along famously, to the point where it would have been downright unthinkable for the Lady and her beau to go uninvited—but this world was not that one. As far as the general consensus of the room was concerned, the Prince and Princess barely tolerated one another.
And even that tolerance was about to be severely tested, by all accounts.
Princess Allura and Paladin Lance were perfectly, flawlessly, enviably radiant.
The princess had chosen a long, flowing gown of the finest fabrics available in the known universe, creamy white and shimmering gold that accentuated the pale, mournful pink gemstones woven into her luxurious mane. The heels of her shoes clicked on the tile as she spun in her lover's arms, their soles reportedly the work of GLIMMER, the galaxy-renown designer himself. Nests and folds and swirls of chiffon followed her every gliding step, dancing in time to her laughter and bunching under the hands that cradled her waist.
Of course, throughout the night, only two hands were allowed to do that. The princess's escort, Paladin Lance, was a marvel unto himself.
Everyone there had heard of their exploits, of course—and, thus, of Lance's nobility and kindness, not to mention bravery. It was with great reluctance that the young hopefuls conceded that, if the lovely Princess Allura was taken, at least it was Paladin Lance whom she was taken by.
It was even more reluctantly conceded that if Paladin Lance was off the market, then at least it was Princess Allura who'd laid claim on him.
Because, as lovely as the princess was, the noble warrior held a charm all his own. Not many people could be said to pilot not just one, but two of the Lions of Voltron. Not many people could claim to have seen as many planets as he. Not many people had the potential to be half the man Lance McClain was, and that much was fact.
It was doubly hard to take because Lance was an infamous ladies' man. It was one thing to lose someone like Princess Allura, who was powerful and beautiful and untouchable, and quite another to lose someone whom it was almost, almost feasible to get to hold for oneself.
She's too good for him, met, he's too good for her, and the swamp-green whispers hissing around the room could only unanimously agree that really, it was just too bad they'd come together. If only they hadn't, then maybe, just maybe the young misses and misters scattered around the ballroom would have a fighting chance.
Though, it must be said that any hopeful who told themselves that was just denying the truth.
It was plain for anyone and everyone to see that Princess Allura and Paladin Lance were horribly, wonderfully, disgustingly in love. It was palpable in every smile, every touch, every look they directed at one another. It couldn't have been more obvious that Lance saw stars in every move his princess made, or that the Princess would have given him the whole universe, if only he asked.
(If there was anyone happy that the lovely couple had come together, it was the suitors of those jilted and flouted misses and misters, out of relief or schadenfreude or both.)
So yes, between the wistful sighs and jealous mumblings and catty gossip, Prince Lotor's luxurious robes and gleaming countenance went thoroughly unremarked.
Well, almost.
"You're looking sharp today," Acxa said, about three hours into the party. Whether she was poking fun at him or actually meant it was impossible to tell.
"Go. Away," Prince Lotor enunciated very clearly through his gritted teeth and party-ready smile.
"As you wish, sire."
After all the eyes on them that evening, escaping to the balcony to get 'a bit of air' was strangely... easy.
Lance pushed aside a cluster of picturesquely positioned vines so Allura could get past them without pulling her hair, and she nodded her thanks as she passed him. Lance joined her in the little space of relative provacy and security, and together they breathed a deep sigh of relief.
"Why are we so interesting," Lance groaned under his breath, digging his fingers into his perfectly coiffed hair and scrubbing frantically. "Why were they all glaring."
Allura was too tired to even give him a look for it. She just sagged against a pillar and sighed again. "Well. We were just voted the loveliest couple on Kiliek Seven. I'm sure they're just... curious. Or something."
We were voted what now, thought Lance. Still, he wasn't one to pass up a perfect opportunity. Setting his palm against Allura's pillar and the other on his hip, he smiled charmingly. "See, Princess? Even they agree we'd be perfect together."
Her response was a wry, half-amused smile and a little head-tilt.
Before he could figure out exactly what that meant, Allura moved on.
"Thank you for helping me with this, Lance. It can't be easy."
"Aw, c'mon." He put his hands behind his head and stretched his shoulders, trying to distract himself from the butterflies in his stomach. "Telling the universe I'm in love with you? What could be easier?"
Allura glanced behind him, then reached up to cup his jaw with long, cool fingers, guiding him close enough to rest their foreheads together.
Lance felt a blush race over his skin, the butterflies redoubled. Moments like this were the very best part about pretending to be her boyfriend.
"Many things, I'm sure," Allura whispered sympathetically, like she honestly didn't know, and then kissed him.
Outside of the blood suddenly throbbing in his ears, Lance heard a small chorus of startled gasps, and then the scuttle of retreating feet.
Allura pulled away after a few seconds of contact, and then glanced behind him again. Looking back up at him, she put on her sweetest smile and said, "I love you, Lance."
He smiled back, and, meaning the words just a little too much, said, "I love you too, Princess."
Collab with @masterdipster! She did the (amazing!! *w*) line and I did the coloring ^o^ I’m so happy with how it turned out :3 I poured all my heart in the coloring ♥
