MY FAVORITE SCENE IS DEKU ALMOST TELLING OCHAKO HOW PRETTY SHE LOOKS AND THEN SUDDENLY THEY’RE INTERRUPTED BY [REDACTED] BECAUSE THE MOMENT WAS GORGEOUS AND WONDERFUL
I know exactly which one you’re referring to but it’s kinda funny that technically this can apply to three whole different moments LOL 😅😅
I’m really glad because I really wanted this moment to feel super impactful and it was especially difficult in my head because there were two failed attempts already. To broach the subject again had to be meaningful and thoughtful. And it’s why there’s really so little talking up until that point.
As for the [REDACTED] bit....I really felt like having that happen right after would have sucked that meaning out if he did have the chance to say it. Like “well yeah he said I’m pretty but like HELLO BIGGER PROBLEMS HERE” so ultimately I had to let them get interrupted. When Deku does finally say something I’d want them both to be able to process it afterwards in whatever way that may mean.
ANYWAY THOUGH SO SO GLAD YOU LIKED THAT SCENE DEAR!!! 💖🤗
IM SO GLAD YOU WATCHED IT OMG now who’s your fave(s)?
ADFSHGDGFG Every time I go to answer this question I end up listing the entire cast LOL I love them all so much!!! I think Midoriya’s at the top though, and then Iida, Bakugou, Todoroki, Tsu, and Uraraka are tied for a solid and very close 2nd place lol. What I really love is group dynamics, and how the dynamics shift so dramatically depending on who’s in it. I think that’s so cool!!!
*bursts into your inbox* WEDDING!!! We could all use a nice allurance wedding snippet 💖💙
//allurance
“lance what are human weddings like?”
he was just on the edge of sleep when allura asked, the hand stroking his hair having stopped a while ago when his breathing deepened. but her whispered question pulled him awake as he tightened the arm around her waist. “mmwha was tha’?”
“weddings,” allura giggled. “tell me about weddings.”
lance craned his neck to stare at the clock on his bedside table. “now? naked in bed at two in the morning?”
allura walked her fingers across his pectorals. “i can’t sleep. i’m still trembling from earlier.”
“really? that good, huh?”
she gently smacked his shoulder as his whole body shook with laughter. “oh shut up. i’m not the one who fell asleep right afterwards. tired you out, did i?”
“never. i’ll always have enough energy for you. and i did not fall asleep, i was just catching my breath. i’m a healthy virile young man, thank you very much.”
allura snorted. “you’re a pussycat, lance. scratch behind your ears just the right way and you’ll melt. you’re very easy to please.”
“how dare. so rude.”
she kissed him on the tip of his nose before settling in between his legs and resting her chin on his chest. “you’re avoiding my question.”
“i mean there are a lot of different types of human weddings. culturally different, you know? you have to be more specific.”
“alright, cuban weddings then.”
“are you doing research for anything i should know about?”
allura nibbled on her lip. “nothing specific, i just…well i don’t know. i just got to thinking that when we got married – ”
“when?” lance grinned. “not ‘if’?”
she averted her gaze, but not before he pressed two quick kisses to her embarrassed smile. “you know what i mean! stop teasing.”
“i’m not teasing. it just makes me happy hearing you talk about our wedding as a thing that’ll definitely happen as opposed to something that might happen.”
“well of course. obviously not now, but i like the thought of us eventually doing it. it feels like such a natural next breath for the two of us. but we’re talking a multispecies wedding, so some thought should be put into it. it’s never too early for that.”
lance smiled. “well i’ve been thinking about our wedding since the day you agreed to go out with me.”
allura winked. “of course you have. now come on! weddings!”
“be more specific! what do you want to know?”
“how do engagements work? do you exchange tokens?”
lance nodded and ran finger down her left ring finger. “we do rings. so during a proposal you would kneel in front of the person you’re proposing to, present them the ring, and hope they say yes. it’s supposed to be a really spontaneous thing. the point is to surprise the person you’re proposing to. but that’s just the engagement ring. during a wedding ceremony, you both exchange weddings bands on top of that.”
allura held her left hand out in front of her. “we don’t exchange anything physical. we do tattoos.”
“like permanent ones?”
“yes. so you have to actually plan a proposal and tell the person in advance. it definitely isn’t spontaneous. you have to agree on a mark that you feel represents your relationship. some people choose old altean symbols, some people do pictures, some do sayings or words, it all depends. each of you tattoo half that mark in the inside of your right wrists to complete the engagement ceremony. then during the wedding ceremony, you complete each other’s marks in front of witnesses.”
lance’s brows went up. “that’s intense. what happens if you separate?”
“we’re encouraged to marry for life, but if a separation happens you just get the marks removed. it’s a bit of a laborious process though.”
lance curled a piece of allura’s hair around his finger. “i actually like that more than the ring. it’s more personal and doesn’t involve shelling out a ridiculous amount of money. you ever put any thought into what you’d want your mark to be?”
“not really. marriage was never on my mind until now. i’ve always thought having a picture as an engagement mark and having a quote being the finishing touch during a wedding ceremony would be nice. it’d sort of leave some anticipation leading up to the actual marriage. but who knows?”
“what are altean wedding ceremonies like?” lance asked.
“well, both the bride and the groom wear blue to symbolize their unending loyalty to each other. they stand before a room of witnesses and a wedding officiant and recite their vows to one another. then the tattooing ceremony. after that it’s different depending on what part of altea you’re from. i’m from the south of the main continent so there we do the hourglass ceremony.”
“and what’s that?”
allura took lance’s hand and gently laid hers on top of his. “so we both pour different colored vials of sand into an empty hourglass and let it run all the way to the bottom. the point is that no matter how many times the sand runs out, the grains will never be separated. it’s meant to show how your love isn’t contained within the bounds of time. it’s limitless. as all love should be.”
lance closed his fingers around her hand and pressed kisses to the knuckles. “that’s gorgeous. i don’t think we do anything nearly that intimate.”
“are human ceremonies different?”
lance squinted at the ceiling and started tracing shapes on her bare back. “well, brides wear white dresses and the grooms wear black tuxes. ah, that’s formal wear for men,” he explained when allura tilted her head. “you typically have a wedding party filled with friends and family that are there for you during the ceremony. the groom stands at the front with the wedding officiant and waits for the bride to enter, usually with her father, brother, or some other important male figure. then when the ceremony starts, the bride and groom recite their vows, exchange weddings rings, kiss, and then that’s it.”
“why white and black for the bride and groom?”
“brides used to wear white to symbolize their virginity, but i think it’s just done for tradition nowadays. definitely not a requirement.”
allura wrinkled her nose. “that’s so distasteful!”
“i mean the reason fathers typically walk their brides down the aisle is because it’s meant to symbolize giving their daughters away. because daughters used to be the property of their fathers up until they got married and became the property of their husbands.”
“lance that’s positively primitive and completely sexist. you do that for tradition’s sake?”
“i mean not everyone does. my family tends to be pretty traditional about that sort of thing. but i also had a cousin who walked herself down the aisle and wore a champagne dress. you can pretty much do whatever you want for your wedding. what matters is the ceremony part. you know, the vows and stuff. your promises to each other in life and in death. everything else is just fluff.”
“i do like that we have that in common,” she conceded. “preparing your own vows of commitment to each other.”
“look at that, we decided on one thing,” lance laughed. “i like the idea of the tattoos and the hourglass ceremony. we should do that. that’s part of your culture and i want to celebrate that with you. i’ll probably still get you a ring though. i’ve been dreaming of buying a girl her engagement ring since i was a kid.”
allura blushed. “i mean i wouldn’t complain about that. i also don’t mind you wearing human formal wear. but i’d love to at least wear a blue dress.”
“of course! you in a blue wedding dress would be damn stunning.”
allura perked up. “ooh! do you celebrate afterwards? what does that look like?”
lance cackled. “oh god, it’s like one huge party. we’re cuban so we invite as many people as physically possible. there’s always a crap ton of cuban food and a huge wedding cake. lots of music and drinking and dancing. you always have one aunt from somewhere that starts the rueda at weddings. we also do this really fun thing where any man who gets to dance with the bride has to pin money to her dress to help with wedding expenses. oh, and they go until super late too and everyone always goes home drunk.”
“is a rueda a kind of dance?”
“yeah, it’s basically a form of salsa. sorry, if you’re gonna marry me, you need to learn salsa. that’s a requirement.”
“alright, fair enough,” allura said. “but then you have to learn altean ballroom dancing.”
“only if you teach me.”
“oh no, i don’t know how the male parts of the dance work. you should get coran to teach you.”
lance frowned. “what? why? if i’m teaching you salsa why does coran have to each me altean ballroom?”
“because i don’t know how to lead and you’d have to be taught how to lead. i only know how to dance the girl parts.”
“aw, allura! that totally sucks! you have to teach me otherwise it won’t be any fun. coran is probably gonna be so extra about it.”
“i mean true but at least you’ll be in good hands. and i’ll be on the sidelines cheering you on and staying very far away from you both!”
lance dig his fingers into allura’s sides and tickled her until she started laughing into the crook of his neck. “you’re the worst.”
she kissed his neck and whispered against the shell of his ear. “you love me.”
“so much it hurts,” he agreed.
allura relaxed against him, staring out at the windows that they’d left open to let in the evening summer breeze. “we’re disgustingly compatible, that was far too easy. we have to argue about something. what cake flavors do you want?”
“it’d have to be earth flavors, so whichever one you wanted.”
“color scheme?”
“up to you.”
“party favors for guests?”
“you can pick.”
allura flicked him on the nose and smiled through her complaint. “lance stop deferring to me!”
“what?” he chuckled. “i don’t care what our wedding looks like so long as you’re the one i’m marrying. you know that.”
allura hid behind her hair. “stop being adorable, i’m trying to plan a wedding.”
“i’m not impeding you from doing that! i’m serious, have full reign. i’ll taste and look at every suggestion you come up with, but we can do whatever you want. start writing things down so we don’t forget and we’ll take it a step at a time.”
“so….we’re really planning this?”
lance shrugged with a dopey smile on his face. “i mean doesn’t hurt to be prepared, right?”
allura matched the smile and learned in for another kiss, this one lingering and lasting long enough to warm her body all the way down to her toes. “right you are.”
lance sighed against her lips. “i feel like i’m dreaming.”
“hold onto that feeling while you still can. wedding planning will quickly turn into a nightmare.”
“no, learning ballroom dancing from coran will be a nightmare.”
“you’re doing it lance.”
“i really think you could teach me if you just tried – ”
“lance i’m not doing it!”
“please?”
“i’m telling coran you have no faith in him.”
“feel free, i stand by my choice, i want you teaching me!”
Except Lance didn’t have the opportunity to enjoy it like he’d wanted. His sneakers slapped against the puddles on the cement, driving droplets back up into the sky, as he chased after Allura, air puffing out of his lungs.
She was fast. But Lance wasn’t the best striker on his school soccer team for just his ridiculously long legs. And he was now a Paladin of Voltron. He caught up to her. Barely, but he caught up to her.
“Allura, wait! Stop!”
He grabbed her arm to stop her, but greatly misjudged just how wet and slippery the ground was. He slid in a puddle, the both of them falling together with matching yelps of surprise. He whimpered, tailbone throbbing, probably bruised.
“Why are you like this!?” Allura shrieked, the drops on her face not just from the rain, her face flushed with hot humiliation. “Why can’t you ever take anything seriously!?”
He swallowed hard. I did take it seriously, he wanted to say. Allura’s confession had caught him off-guard. And, as usual, when Lance was put in a position where he had no idea what to say, no idea how he should react, he cracked a joke. He was self-aware enough to know such humor wasn’t always appreciated, but this time he had gone too far. He had embarrassed Allura, making light of her feelings that were just as new territory for her as they were for him. His face still stun from the responding and well-deserved slap she had retaliated with. Not the first time he had been slapped, but Lance liked to think that maybe he was past his immature high school behavior where his insecurities made him a bit of an asshole.
Apparently not.
“I didn’t mean it,” Lance replied quietly. “I’m sorry.”
An apology wouldn’t be enough. She sat there, knees soaking in the puddle, shivering, hands shaking at her sides, tears streaming uncontrollably with the rain down her cheeks. After everything that had happened with Lotor, with him, how could he have been so stupid?
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, softer. “I just couldn’t believe it. An amazing girl like you, liking a guy like me? I have nothing to offer you.”
The sudden sharp glare in her eyes shocked him to his core. She made a derisive sound from between her teeth, like disgust. “You really are the stupidest boy I have ever met, Lance Moreno.”
Allura yanked Lance to her by his collar, pressing her mouth hot and longing against his own. Lance went very, very still as her fingers unhooked from his shirt, and her hands slid up his shoulders to the back of his neck. His senses went into overdrive with the taste and smell and feel of her, in his arms, kissing him (although his fantasies were a little less aggressive). He cautiously kissed her back, but she was having none of that. She bit a little harder than necessary on his bottom lip, forcing a gasp out of him, and he could feel her smirk as her tongue slipped between his teeth.
His eyes closed with a shiver, and at some point, he pulled her onto his lap. They sat there for a long time in the rain, kissing, kissing, tongues and curious fingertips and small gasps of need doing all their confessing for them.
**
“ACHOOO!!!” Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiif.
Lance never felt so miserable. He had colds before, plenty of them, but this one was a dozy. He sank against the pillows with a groan, head throbbing along with his tailbone. Perhaps making out with Allura in the rain wasn’t the best idea. Very romantic in his head, not very pragmatic in practice. And his mother was at work, so she couldn’t make her special chicken soup that always made him feel better. And he was a little terrified of the sounds coming out of the kitchen. Did Allura even know how to cook, much less Earthling food that was completely alien to her? Lance hoped his instructions with how to make a can of soup were clear enough. Put in the soup, add one can of water, heat on the stove until hot. Done. That simple. Please don’t do anything else or deviate from the recipe.
Why all the crashing sounds? Oh, Shiro, let me live through this, Lance prayed to the poster of the handsome pilot hanging on the ceiling.
“I did it!” Allura exclaimed cheerfully as she burst back into Lance’s room, carrying a tray with the most pungent odor seeping off it. “I hope you don’t mind, I couldn’t help adding my own touch. I’ve never cooked before, so I wanted it to be a surprise.”
Lance nearly threw up on sight of the bowl as she placed the tray on his lap. It was still bubbling, why was it still bubbling? Why was it brown and not the soothing gold of chicken broth? Was that whipped cream?
“My apologizes, but I can’t seem to read your Earthling words,” Allura explained, her smile beaming and bright and adorable. “But I tasted everything and it all tasted good to me, so I am confident this will be one of the most delicious dishes you’ve ever had. Aside from your mother’s, of course.”
“Yeah?” Lance squeaked, unable to take his eyes off this abomination she presented.
He would die if he ate this. He would very much, guaranteed, one-hundred percent, die.
But Allura was just so cuuute, her eyes wide and hopeful and sparkling, eagerly awaiting for him to taste this dish she poured her heart into to make him feel better.
Lance smiled back at her, then dipped his spoon in the bowl.
Wow, I can’t believe someone is spamming your box over a few nsfw posts?! First of all, people have drawn nsfw art of ALL media since before the internet. Cartoons, books, movies; it doesn’t matter. It’s been done. Second, your art is SO tastefully done, and you tag it appropriately, so I honestly don’t see how that can be an issue! (Seriously, your art is wonderful sfw or nsfw) Third, tumblr has safety mode, so people can block that stuff if they want/are minors. Ignore them, you rock. ❤️
seriously, this idiot is the one who’s clicking the read-mores to look at something that is clearly tagged nsfw just to have a reason to blame me for something. and it’s. nude drawings. and somehow i’m the one in the wrong here. OKAY. yeah, consider this person blocked. and thank you<3
