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Voltron AU‼️‼️

(Lots of Coran and Lance bonding because Coran is the best uncle :))

When Lance was 10, he was locked out of his first room in the castle. It was his parent's–King Alfor & Queen Melenor–office. He'd been caught by a maid scribbling family portraits on very important legal documents.

Allura thought it was hilarious. She knew her twin brother was a trouble maker, but she never thought he'd actually get banned from a room. Melenor believed he had it coming, but that didn't mean she wasn't a twinge upset that her son wouldn't be bursting into the office sharing whatever strange fact he learned that day, usually regarding unique Galra behaviors.

The next thing Lance is banned from is meetings. Well, just the meeting room in general. He was 15, and it might've effected him more than he'd ever admit to his father. Or his mother. Or even Allura.

But the one person he did admit it to was Coran. His father's right-hand man. His best friend, his- well, Lance wasn't exactly sure what they were, but he didn't press it.

After he'd been kicked out of meetings, Lance had been sentenced to a constant monitor to make sure he wasn't causing any problems. That monitor was Coran. At first, Lance hated it. He hated being babysat like he couldn't take care of himself.

But it didn't take long for Coran's helicopter parenting to calm down. Eventually, he'd just wander around the castle, blabbering on about how much things had changed since he was younger, and despite the pulling feel in his stomach to wander off, Lance followed. He helped Coran with repairs, and even had his interest in Galra etiquette renewed when the older Altean mentioned them.

His happy days didn't last more than a few months, though. After Lance was banned from two more things.

First, it was family photos. After a particularly infuriating photo shoot, where Lance had refused to make a straight face, Alfor pulled him aside and announced that he didn't want Lance in the photos until he could learn to behave himself. So, never.

Hearing his father's words made Lance want to break down, sobbing and begging for his forgiveness, but he didn't. Instead, he made a sarcastic comment and ran off before the king could see how hurt he was.

Unfortunately for King Alfor, banning his son had the opposite effect of what he'd hoped for. Lance began acting out more instead of less, and his stunts became more and more chaotic.

Rumors about the Royal Alteans began to spread, and after an especially great show involving a lot of illegal drinks and a public appearance from the prince, Alfor knew he had to step in.

He approached Lance about a week before the twin's birthday. Lance was told that at the end of the birthday party, the king would make an announcement.

At the end of the day, Lance would be sent to a border patrol ship at the edge of Altea's reign. Which was a far distance from the atmosphere itself.

Lance almost laughed. Sure, he'd been a bit of a handful as of late, but he didn't think that it was that bad. But the king made it clear his mind was made up. He said that Lance could return to the ground as soon as he proved himself.

So, on his 16th birthday, Lance was banned from one final place.

His planet. His home. The Castle of Lions.

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Sorry, this probably sucks ass, but I had time on my hands and an AU in my head.

I'll probably update more about this, and maybe even upload it on Ao3 at some point, but just so you know, in this universe the war starts a few months after Lance and Allura turn 19, and Lance still hadn't returned to the castle by that point, but yada yada we'll get into that later. ;)

[pbjamie17]

An Alliance

CW: blood, swearing

Hero shifted on their feet, waiting wasn't their strong suit, but waiting for their enemy to walk through the door was even more nerveracking.

Finally, thirty minutes after the agreed time, the shed door creaked open.

"Good God, Villain! Could you have taken any long-" Hero started, but cut themself off as they saw the person in the door.

It was the person they'd been waiting for, no doubt, but their appearance threw Hero off. Their clothes were torn, and they were leaning over, holding their bloodied side.

"I'm so sorry, Hero." They sneered, their eyes narrowing.

Hero stumbled over their words, but eventually managed to get a sentence out.

"What happened to you?"

Instead of replying, Villain tried to move forward, making it less than a few steps before they tumbled. Hero caught them a moment before they hit the ground.

"Get your fucking hands off me."

Hero didn't listen, lifting Villain up and wrapping their arms around Villain's waist.

Hero led them to the back of the shed and helped them into a sitting position on the edge of a table.

Digging through their bag, Hero pulled out a role of bandages. "Here we go. Now, can you tell me what happened?"

『••✎••』

Swallowing blood, Villain grumbled. They didn't want to tell them, and they wanted even less to let Hero patch them up, but it didn't seem they had a choice anymore.

"I got attacked."

Hero froze, their hands inches from Villain's skin. "By who?"

"Doesn't matter. What did you want to meet up about, anyway?"

Hero stood up, slamming their hands down on either side of Villain. Their stare was filled with a kind of anger Villain had never seen before, even when they fought.

"Villain," they said quietly but fiercely, "who did this to you?"

They gulped. It took an embarrassing amount of effort to tear their gaze from Hero's lips, but they did, meeting their eyes with their own glare.

"It. Doesn't. Matter."

Villain saw Hero's mouth twitch, and turned away, trying to ignore the heat in their face.

But Hero wasn't having it. They placed two fingers under the criminal's mouth and lightly nudged it back towards them. Their faces were inches apart, and Villain could feel Hero's hot breath against their face.

Then, they repeated their words, this time gentler.

"Who did this to you?"

Villain looked into their dark eyes, filled with less hatred and more, worry?

That couldn't have been right. Why would the crime-fighting, noble asshat care about an enemy?

"No one." Villain whispered, still unable to look away. "Can you just, drop it for now?"

Hero sighed and dropped their hand, turning back to the first-aid kit next to them.

"For now. But don't think you're getting away with this, Villain."

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Magical or Moral

Written by pbjamie

Chapter One

Hailey

September 3rd, 1995 

Today is the day. She’s finally going to be here. Oh how I’ve waited for this moment. It hurts, but I know it will be worth it to hold my little girl in my arms. I can only hope that she will be able to do what I haven’t. I must go now, the hospital is in sight, but I’ll update you afterwards.

September 4th, 1995

It hurt much less then I was expecting. I suppose my previous encounters with danger made it easier. But she’s finally here! Tyron suggested the name Grace, and I think it’s wonderful. She’s so beautiful. Her eyes are the same as mine, a muted red. That means she is like me. She can save the world some day.

September 10th, 1995

We were finally allowed to go home today. Grace doesn’t understand the pressure of my job quite yet, so it is a constant trip between home and wherever that wretched man has decided to cause trouble. Luckily, Tyron has been there. He’s always there. I’m so lucky to have him.

September 18th, 1995

I hate it. I hate the world and I hate myself. I hate everything that I’ve ever done, and I hate Tyron for getting involved in it. I can't believe he did it. He said he wanted to save me, and Grace. I didn't want him to leave. That was the opposite of saving. He's gone. And I hate him for it.

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They're a little gay

[pbjamie17]

Writing the same scene over and over again to add to the personality of your character>>>

A. The water glowed brightly in the moon light, warping the image of the sky as frogs splashed and swam through the small, circle of water. Mallory hummed as fish brushed her bare legs, pondering who, or what, dared to disturb their path.

B. The waves of the pond moved with the wind. The girl sitting on the edge whispered the song she'd been told so many times never to sing, kicking her legs gently to ward off any hungry fish and alge that might find their way over to her.

C. Mallory's idea of perfect was that moment, and that moment alone. Sitting on the edge of the pond, with no noise except the frogs and her own voice. Singing the songs that her family had banned. Saying the words that had bottled up inside her. She kicked her feet as she spoke, scaring away all the small fish.

D. Mallory's head spun like the water before her, her hopes and dreams floating around like fish picking at the rocks. So many ideas that would never been seen by anyone but her. Kicking her legs, she sent little rings spiraling from her feet, scaring off the animals that had dared come close. She sung the song that her mother had taught her. The lyrics still swarmed through her head, all these years later.

I'll be honest, I knew nothing about this character when I started. I made her up on the way, and now I have a character who is still not fleshed out, but I know a LOT more about her then I did at the beginning. But, don't trust me, I have no good writing advice, and there are obviously better things that you can do to flesh out a character, but this works for me, soooo...