May 13, 2020
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I just wanted to share this beautiful picture of Pirate Captain Lance that my sister drew for me. FUCKING FEAST YOUR EYES, LOOK AT THIS GORGEOUS BOY
Huevember Day 9: “Thirty-Three Days”
It’s a bit late, but here’s Vampire!Lance for @ilgaksu! <3
@vulpes--vulpes‘s had also tagged me to reveal the past 10 songs I listened to, so if you’d like to know what I was listening to while I was painting this piece, click keep reading.
Pirate!Lance
Okay so this got a little lengthy but I had a blast writing it, and filling this request from @grampokuma , with pirate captain!lance who has some fun element powers and can control some sea creatures. If anyone wants a backstory for Lance, I’d be happy to write it! In the meantime, here you go!
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Lance was fond of the sea. That was a good thing, he supposed. In his sort of occupation, it was nice to be on good terms with the ocean. Between rolling waves, a good dash of alcohol and a pretty smile, he was fairly well set. Unfortunately, Allura was more likely to bite his nose off than sleep with him for the night, despite the fact that she was the (beautifully carved, he might add) figurehead for his lovely ship.
That was the worst thing about mermaids. Always such teases, and then the minute one got into the water they slammed your head against the nearest rock and left you to sink. Fortunately, the sea was equally fond of Lance. Still, he was not happy to find himself washed up on a desert island with salt crusted onto his nicest pair of boots. Anyways, Lance was fond of a pretty smile but Allura had a higher purpose in his world. It was in his best interest to keep his siren close, because though Lance could tame the roughest of seas he did not have the same power over men. Even when men stuffed canons with their fire, a flash of misleading bedroom eyes and a sultry song sent them down into a grave where they were not so lucky as the captain that sent them. (Lance was not entirely sure how exactly one took a mermaid to bed, but that was something for another day.) She stayed for the best shot of revenge against Zarkon in the south Atlantic, another captain who had killed her father. Lance reaped the benefits.
The boy with freckles dusting his cheeks and a laugh that could lift anyone’s spirits did not appear to be the most ruthless pirate captain south of Cuba, but then again by the time people got a close enough look at him it was pretty much too late. There was a nice story about that kind of thing, kicking up an appropriate amount of fear in Lance’s humble opinion. If someone got close enough to see the blue of his eyes matching the sea he conquered, you were dead.
“Pidge!” he shouted up into the rigging. “How much longer until we pull into port? There’s a few serpents nearby who would be willing to lend a hand if it isn’t much farther.” Her reply was quick and short, interrupted by bicker from her brother.
“A few more hours max. If this wind keeps up—shut the hell up Matt, I’m working on it—we’ll be in around dusk.” Lance nodded, before pulling out one of his pistols. With a flash of the grin that was the last thing many men ever saw, he pulled his pistol out and shot the compass Pidge was working on out of her hand and into the sea. True, for many men that grin was a death wish. For his crew however, it just meant gunpowder up your nose and probable irritation.
“For future reference, siblings, focus on your captain when you speak. I’ll have Allura bring it back up to the surface later. As of the moment, I think Hunk needs help in the brig.” The brunette left the two to untangle themselves from the sails, and sidled up to the side of his ship, peering over the edge. Blue stayed a couple hundred feet down, but he knew she was excited in her own blood thirsty little way. The two of them had a little thing about the Garrison government ruling this particular town.
“Ready to rumble, beautiful?” he asked, his accent twisting his words in a way that reminded him of home as siblings ran wild around his feet. A small wave lapping against the side of the boat was his answer. He laughed in a deceivingly good natured manner, and then wandered off to his private quarters for the time being. As he sat in his chair, he brought out a bottle of whiskey he’d been saving for this occasion. It was nice to be bolstered by a little liquid courage before a storm.
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Lance had always loved dramatics. Getting ready for raid was one of many ways it became evident, as he shoved his pistols into their holsters and situated his long, dark blue coat over his shoulders. It was a gift from Mama for the last birthday he had before everything blew up—literally. Allura was not the only one who had a grudge against Zarkon or his damned son. They had come to destroy his town in a blaze of fire, but Lance didn’t care for that. Rather, he found a hurricane more appropriate. Winds pummeled the town into submission, and drowned out the screams of his victims along with the horrific sounds of their bodies as they fell to the ground.
Blue was getting caught up in the enticing aura of it all, and occasionally he could see one of her fins just beneath the darkening waves or one of her massive eyes. The serpents were like little babies beside her—despite being fully grown. Lance could tell Blue liked them, especially because she kept talking about how ticklish they were beneath their fins. Blue never complained, but sometimes Lance and occasionally Allura weren’t enough company down there by herself. This was especially evident when she wanted to play, so she liked having company. It wasn’t the same as being with her own kind. (humans naturally feared them (to be fair, for good reason) and they had almost been hunted to extinction), but it was good enough. The ship slipped without notice into the port of the town, as his crew appeared with weapons in hand.
Hunk, the Holts (Matt with his compass back, fixed and in place in his breast pocket), Rolo, Nyma, Shay, and Coran. Small, but they didn’t need numbers. Lance turned to Allura, who waited in the water.
“Kill anybody who gets close enough, and organize the serpents. Blue and I have got the rest.” The siren grinned, baring shark like teeth gleaming in the torch light. Lance turned back to his crew, speaking with what should have been impossible clarity through the storm’s fury. “As for the rest of you poor bastards, bring officers, soldiers, and the governor to me. Hurt is fine, dead and I’ll feed you to Blue myself. Raid whatever looks valuable, but do your best to ignore civilians, I have no interest in them.” His eyes glowed blue in the darkness, as he fired the starting shot into the air as his crew took flight.
Lance naturally stayed to defend his ship. Spain hadn’t conquered the Caribbean without its Navy, certainly. Canons began to fire, but there was this peculiar thing with Lance where he was not all that worried about that. It only took a single hit to his ship before the boy closed his eyes, stopping the glow they emitted for a single moment. However, when they opened again not only were they glowing, the veins in his temples shone just as brightly as he lifted his hands and the ocean rose with him. Without a moments hesitation, water taller than a ship swallowed it whole. Lance grinned. Soldiers began to come onto his ship from the docks, Allura’s song not able to quite catch all of them. However, Lance merely stood and watched as two serpents twice as large as the biggest boat currently attacking rose from the depths. One leapt over his ship in a rippling, writhing mass of slick muscle and fury as it snatched up a handful of soldiers in its jaws. The other went to the docks, barreling through the wood like it was made of parchment. Lance watched the rain of red hit his deck with a grin, locking eyes with a man five hundred yards away with a ship of his own. Commander Iverson, the man who had condemned his entire family to death. He raised a pistol, eyes hardened by unhindered fury as his lips twisted in a snarl. With Allura’s song as what should’ve been the bells to toll the man’s death Lance raised his gun and shot. Lance however found his shot blocked by another soldier. He was shorter than him, a mop of black hair plastered against his face from the wind as he bared a sword to the elements. Lance gauged him up, before stomping his foot lightly against the deck. He didn’t care for some soldier, even if he was just a boy his age. He had chosen to fight, so he could die a soldier’s death.
“Blue, you know the drill,” he murmured into the rain battering the town. The nice thing about Blue was her surprise. Of course there were rumors about the blue captain and his pet, but that was different. Some said he controlled the sea, which was true. Others said the creatures in it bowed to his will. Also true. However, no story ever said anything about his trump card. After all, when everyone’s dead, who is there to tell? A roar rang in Lance’s ears so loudly he was sure he’d need everyone to yell at him to tell him anything for the next week, as Blue rose up. Her thick, twisting body was not unlike the serpents. However, the serpents did not have fins trailing down their bodies so sharp they could slice canon balls in half. The serpents were not so large they towered above the highest cliff in town. The serpents could not emit a sound so ungodly it ruptured ear drums and could kill a man at close range. The serpents did not control the ocean and world around them, nor did they share that ability with certain chosen ones. The serpents were not leviathans, and Lance’s leviathan was not simply a rumor. Blue shrieked again, and then the shouts of pure terror from the lead ship were silenced because the ship was down her gullet along with Iverson. Along with everything he’d done, and Lance tossed his head back in laughter. The creature sank more of her body back into the sea, slowly so she did not create a wave that would take Lance’s ship as well. With her head sticking out of the water, she swam back over to Lance gently and placed her head on the deck. He grinned, pressing his forehead to the space between her nostrils. He paid no mind to the water soaking his hair, that ran off her in torrents.
“Good girl,” he cooed softly, before he saw Allura out of the corner of her eye. In her arms and still fighting was the soldier from before. As far as Lance knew she had not stopped her song, but that didn’t seem to deter the young man. He was cutting her up bad with the knife, despite her vicious attacks with her claws. The other soldiers seemed to have fled, which was fine with Lance. He had no interest in them in particular. He looked for the serpents, and made a motion with his hand for them to collect the boy.
“Gently,” he reminded them under his breath. He saw a twitch of a tail that he took as a response, and suddenly the boy was in those massive jaws. The serpent deposited him on deck, where he automatically scrambled for bearings as he wiped salt water out of his eyes and pulled a knife. Lance walked closer, Blue watching protectively with a growl that shook the ship. Lance wasn’t bothered, as he used the butt of his pistol to knock the knife out of his hands.
“Ah ah, none of that. You’ve already cut up one of the finest members of my crew,” he chastised as he flipped his gun and pressed it to Keith’s forehead. He could hear the other members of said crew tromping down the dock with a lot of whooping and hollering. He motioned for the serpents to create a bridge back to the ship using their bodies, considering they’d already demolished the dock.
"Coran, get Allura’s tank out and start treating her if you would. Matt, Pidge, get us out of here,” he ordered as he continued to stare at Keith.
"What’s your name, soldier?” Violet eyes narrowed, and he spat up at him. Blue let out another growl, while Lance grinned mischievously and tipped his chin up with his other pistol. “It’s in your best interest to answer me, you know. Blue’s a big girl, and she’s always up for snacks.” The boy tensed angrily, but Lance saw the fear in his eyes as he stared at the massive creature.
"Keith Kogane. And you’re Lance McClain, second most wanted pirate in the world.” Lance grinned, the wind dying down a little as they sailed out of port. Blue’s soft tail movements to keep herself afloat, however, still rocked the boat a little. Lance paid it no mind. In fact, he found it endearing.
"What gave it away?” he teased. Keith scoffed, nodding his head at Blue.
"Other than the serpents and the fact that you rode in on a hurricane, the legend about your eyes.” Lance chuckled, looking to Hunk excitedly.
"Did you hear? He knows the story!” he exclaimed almost childishly. Keith let out an irritated huff.
"Yeah, I know the story. Now just kill me or feed me to your-” he looked to Blue, “whatever that is. Do what you’re going to do, I don’t fancy being prisoner to pirates.” Lance laughed, but it wasn’t as malicious as before.
"Leviathan. Beauty, isn’t she? However, that’s besides the point. I like you, Keith. Not just anyone can wrangle with Allura and get out it alive. She should be mad about that for awhile, anyways. That should be fun, but I’m getting off topic again.” He shoved his pistols back in their holsters quickly. “How would you like to join the best pirate and his crew in the whole ocean, Keith? We could use you.” The boy scoffed.
"I’d rather be fed to your ‘leviathan’ than do that. I don’t associate with pirates.” Lance flung himself dramatically over his big friend walking by.
"You wound me. Hunk, did you hear that? I don’t think he likes us.” His head snapped up to look at Keith, cocking to the side innocently while Hunk sighed and pushed his captain off him to continue work. He didn’t look like this was all that out of the ordinary.
"Why not?” Keith stared incredulously.
"You just ordered your leviathan and company to slaughter my town. Besides, pirates stole my only family, if he’s not already dead. Zarkon and his fleet.” Lance’s expression darkened, and Keith heard silence fall over the ship.
"I don’t affiliate with Zarkon. I’m on a mission to line that man and his son up in front of each of my pistols. At least be grateful your brother might be alive,” he spat. “Iverson and I had unfinished business, so don’t presume you know anything about that. Besides, we don’t touch civilians if it can be helped. We’ll get your brother back if he can be saved, if you stick with us. What do you say, Keith?” He offered his hand, and though the leviathan was still staring at him and Lance’s voice was a kind of bitter and unhinged Keith didn’t like, he shook it.
"If I can have Shiro back, I’d let you kill every person in that town.”
No idea if that au is already a thing here but: sky pirate Lance :D Just a doodle to warm up, but I really like the idea and I'll probably do more !
My Treasure (Part 1)
First off, I want to point out that I love mermaid Shiro just as much as I love mermaid Lance so I was fucking dying while I planned this one out. Thank you for this prompt. Apologizes for all the parts I’ve been putting out instead of one long story like I usually do. I hope you enjoy! ❤️
Out of everything that Lance had ever earned, stole or was given, he was the proudest of his ship. She was everything a pirate could ask for; fast, durable, armed to the teeth, and incredibly seaworthy.
His crew was filled with all the people that he had rescued in the past; whether it had been helping them escape the law on the islands they visited or fishing them out of the ocean if they became castaways. He gave each of them an equal chance to prove themselves as a member of his crew or he would drop them at the next island they came across, it was always their choice.
His right-hand man was a man named Barnes. He never told Lance his last name but at that time he wasn’t really concerned about it, they all had their secrets and it wasn’t any of his business. He had been with Barnes the longest, he was the one who dragged Lance out of the slums when he couldn’t do it himself. He raised him up to be who he was now and although, it wasn’t the cleanest job he could have, it was certainly better than laying to die and rot in the streets.
He was much older than Lance and acted as his father more than a right-hand man. Not that Lance was really complaining, ever since he was young he craved the sort of familiarity of a family that he had always been missing.
In fact, most of the people in Lance’s crew were older than him. Some by a few years, some by a few decades but no matter who it was, he tried his best to earn their trust and so far it had paid off. They had become his family. He really did have a crew that was worth fighting for. They would give up their lives for him and he would do the same for them.
It wouldn’t always be like that though.
Everything started when they rescued five people from the waters surrounding a recently sunken ship. They weren’t sure who they were or if they were allies or not but Lance couldn’t stand to leave them to drown in the ocean when he could at least give them a chance.
He learned later on that Lotor was the captain of his own crew but the military had sunk their boat and all but the four young woman were left of his crew. Now, Lance wasn’t too unfamiliar with the concept of women who had become pirates but he had never come across one either. To be honest, he wasn’t expecting to in his lifetime. He was worried at first that the men of his crew would try to take advantage of their small number but quickly realized that the largest one; Zethrid could easily rip another person in half and the rest of them were equally as dangerous.
Needless to say, they tried to keep their distance after that.
He agreed to take them to the next island as long as they worked for their stay on his ship, it wasn’t cheap to keep people alive out on the ocean and having five extra mouths to feed didn’t make it any easier on the rest of the crew.
However, they seemed to be grateful for the deal and they made themselves scarce among the bustling activity of his crew. After that, it became business as normal, or so he thought.
He woke one night to a pulsating pain in his face. He quickly realized that he had been punched by Zethrid and was being ripped out of his bed by his shirt. He let out a yelp as he fell to the floor and barely prepared himself before Zethrid was back on him throwing punch after punch anywhere that she could reach. She reeled back for another hit when Acxa’s hand came down on her shoulder and pulled her back slightly.
“You’re not supposed to kill him, Lotor still needs him,” she said calmly as if she wasn’t seeing a human, being heavily beaten in front of her. Zethrid snarled before huffing and standing up, a clump of Lance’s shirt clenched in her fist.
“Well let's go then, hopefully, those idiots did their job this time,” she growled before she started dragging Lance from his quarters. It was only when they were outside that Lance realized that a storm was swirling around them. Rain pelted against the deck and thunder and lightning struck in the distance.
He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the military crew standing guard around his kneeling men. They were tied with their hands behind their backs and attached to the person beside them. He tried to call out to them but only a sad croak came out of his throat.
“Ahh, the man of the evening has come to join us!” Lotor smirked, calling loudly over the sound of the rain. At that, his crew looked up and saw their young captain, dressed only in his undershirt and trousers, bloody and beaten blue and black.
“LANCE!” Barnes called out helplessly, struggling against the soldier that held him. He ignored him to look over at Lotor who was slowly making his way over.
“So Lance, I have an offer for you,” he finally said as he stood in front of him.
“That’s Captain Lance to you!” One of his crew members yelled.
“Not anymore,” Lotor laughed. “Here’s what I’m prepared to offer, you can either choose to live and we kill every member of your crew right now or you can choose to hand over your ship and your crew gets to stay safe and you die instead,”
“Kill me,” he said without a beat of hesitation. Instantly, the deck was filled with disapproving yells and screams. Lotor himself had a look of utter surprise on his face.
“How interesting,” he purred before turning to look at the rest of the crew. “You heard the man, you’ll be safe and sound on this ship, under my control,”
“Any last words?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at Lance. He took a deep breath and nodded slightly before facing his former crew. As he started speaking the soldiers prepared the ship to finally set sail out of the storm region.
“Don’t waste this opportunity you’ve been given, take it as a second chance and try to live,” Acxa started tying his hands around his back. He barely put up a fight, knowing that it would be the end soon for him anyway. As Zethrid dragged him up to stand, he stared over at Barnes.
“Thank you for picking me up that day, if it wasn’t for you I’d still be a ratty kid starving on the streets,”
“Lance, don’t do this!” Barnes pleaded looking at him with wide sorrowful eyes.
“I have to,” was all he got out before he was dragged away.
He was going to die. He was going to die and they would never be able to find his body. He was going to die and it wouldn’t be quick for him. He was going to die in pain and afraid.
He stood on the railing of his own ship, waves crashing against the side of the boat as the harsh wind swept along the water. In the distance, lightning struck down and thunder rumbled angrily above them. For the last time, he looked back to his crew with a painfully wobbling smile, the fear of death showing on his face in his last moments.
“It’s been an honour,” he said confidently.
He watched them, their eyes full of devastation and rage. He could see their mouths moving although he couldn’t hear what they were saying.
He let out an involuntary gasp as he was shoved from behind and he careened into the water below. All the air left his lungs as he hit the surface of the ocean. He struggled to kick back to the surface for a single gulp of air. His ship, his girl was floating away from him. He cried out as the ship rapidly left his sights, the rain obscuring his view. The salt stung at his open wounds and a howl of anguish finally escaped his throat.
She was gone. The Blue Lion was gone, and he was never going to see her again.
Even as the understanding of his imminent death made way in his mind, he tried to swim after his home. Tears of fear and desperation coursed down his cheeks, hiding in the rain and seawater that already covered his face.
It only took a few minutes of struggling for his legs to become exhausted and he started sinking. His legs screamed at any movement, his body was sore from Zethrid’s punches, and his heart broke thinking about his crew and ship.
His body sank further into the dark abyss beneath him. He tried desperately to kick back to the surface but his legs were no longer listening to him. Whoever said that drowning was a peaceful death was a liar, he struggled and struggled to break free of the ropes but could only slip further beneath the water. He choked on the water that started filling his mouth.
Just as his eyes began to slip shut he saw something moving rapidly towards him. He saw nothing but silver eyes coming towards him before everything turned black.
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pierced pirate lance!!
I have a million other things I should be doing @teasqoons