#lance lunis x reader

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roof confessions

a/n: now see im reviving this fandom with @galalunaboyfriend and what better to start off that than a lance x reader fic also god this formatting sucks but ill suffer thru it

He really didn't understand why you insisted on calling him instead of just sending him a text. He didn’t know why he always answered either, but frankly if he dwelled on it, he’d probably realize things he wasn’t ready to admit to himself even. He always asked why, but you just changed the subject, or said “wouldn’t you like to know” before changing the subject, so he figured you’d spill eventually. Maybe. Lance wasn’t even sure, you were as stubborn as him, which is a genuine feat. However, despite you being his closest friend that didn’t live in the same house as him, he was not tolerant of being phoned by you at 3 in the fucking morning on a school day to talk about a fucking frog figurine you saw over six hours ago, especially when he was resting ever so peacefully for once in his life. Still, he looked at his phone, angry and exhausted, pressing the answer button. You’re lucky he likes you. “YN. It is..” He pauses, staring at the clock for a solid minute, trying to remember how to read. “It’s 3:07 in the morning. On a t.. Tuesday? I don’t remember.” He sounded horrific, considering you woke him up before his usual time. He’s a routine follower, and you interrupted it.

“It’s- It’s important, I swear.” You sounded just as tired, but obviously you were excited to share something. However tired he was, he knew you’d still tell him regardless of his desire to go back to sleep. He rolled over, staring at the ceiling, ready to go through whatever verbal torment you had ready. “Ok ok, so, this was..” He heard shuffling, then the sound of something plastic being put down. “I saw this at like, 6pm, it was in the window of this like, antique shop or something, right?” You paused, staying quiet. Were you expecting him to respond? He grunted, giving you a tired ‘right.’ “Right, and this.. This ffffuckin’ frog, it was… ceramic or something, I dunno, but it was like, staring right at me as I was looking, and I just knew I had to get it.” Lance raised a brow at the sound of you tapping your window. “Look through your window, trust me dude.” He blinked, sitting up sluggishly. Sure enough, you were standing at the window, phone up to your ear, holding.. A ceramic frog. It was small, the size of your palm, and it was just. .staring at him. He kind of gets the appeal. “Look at this thing. It’s so silly.” Lance moved to stare at you after a moment, glaring. “What.”

“You called me at 2am for.. A frog.” You nodded from across the window, giving a sleepy grin. “..You couldn’t have just.. Texted me? Or, preferably, wait for tomorrow morning.” You shrugged, putting the frog down on your windowsill with the other collectibles you had. Did you really keep that rock that he admitted to grabbing from the ground, then used as an apology? (He still felt bad about how he treated you when you first met.)

“I like hearing you talk.” He blinked, slowly processing what you said. Meanwhile, you looked like you wanted to drop dead on the spot. He suddenly felt awake, eyes comically widening. “Hey wow, I’m so sleepy suddenly, ok bye goodnight!” You clicked the hang up button before he could even respond, making him stare at his phone with a completely shocked expression.

“WHAT-” He almost screamed, watching you disappear to your bed, which was out of sight from the window. He never typed so fast in his life, thankful you texted him sometimes. ‘HELLO?’ ‘YOU CAN’T DROP THAT ON ME THEN DISAPPEAR FOR THE NIGHT??’ ‘So help me I’ll break in through your window.’ ‘YN.’ ‘ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW.’ He stared at his phone, waiting for maybe two minutes total until you responded finally.

‘roof meeting’

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He tossed on a hoodie, not realizing it was one you got him because he said it ‘looked comfy.’ Opening his window, he crouched on his windowsill, crawling onto his roof, waiting for you. Eventually, and knowing you it’s because you were doing your usual ‘anti-anxiety routine’, which he caught you doing before a test once, you crawled from your window, sitting across from him on your roof. He just stared at you for a minute, unaware his face was sort of red, before finally breaking the horrific silence. “Are you going to explain, or are we going to sit here until it’s morning?” You made a face, tapping your fingers against your knee. “Well?”

“I’m thinking, damnit!” You looked at him finally, your face basically cherry colored. He let out a sigh, crossing his arms and looking you in the eye. “You know staring at me like you’re going to kill me isn’t helping, right?” You shrunk into yourself slightly, trying to avoid eye contact with him. Honestly, if you were struck by lightning or something right now you would not complain in the slightest. “I just- uh..”

“You just.. What?” He wasn’t mad. He just.. He didn’t even know. Maybe it’s because you usually tell him pretty much everything.

You groaned, rubbing a hand over your face. “It’s just- ugh, I like hearing you because it’s like.. comforting?” You weren’t looking at him as you spoke, afraid of his reaction. “Like, you’re kind of this source of comfort for me, and like.. being around you is nice, and I like you a lot more than I should, and I just really love you in general-” You were rambling at this point, not noticing the almost starstruck look on Lance’s face. You.. loved him? That’s not- There’s no way. He was barely listening at this point, head swimming. You weren’t even looking at him right now, hyper focused on the ground below.

The minute he finally finished processing what you said, he tried, tried, to get your attention. “Yn.” You clearly hadn’t heard him at all, considering you were still rambling. It would’ve been nice, if it wasn’t for the fact he needed you to be quiet for once and listen to him. “Yn.” Even when he was louder, still nothing, not even a glance. “Yn!” You looked at him for a millisecond, but kept rambling. Alright. “YN!” You finally stopped, looking at him, sometimes, fidgeting nervously. “Are you serious?” He’d rather not dodge asking, and get to the point. You looked like you were going to die on the spot. “Yn. Answer me. Please.” He sucked at this. He really did. This is like one of those scenes in those stupid drama shows Ilana watched. Just with less crying.

He kept staring at you, waiting. He was honestly hoping you were serious. What. That’s extremely new, did he.. You were essentially part of the family, even if you weren't like them. He’d witnessed you patch them up after every battle, made sure Oktus hadn’t broken or anything, even when Tashy 497 (Tarax would always be its name to him, but he wouldn't admit that) was dying, you were there for them, somehow knowing what to say perfectly. You opened your mouth, pretty much visibly thinking over what to say. “I.. I am. I’m dead serious.” You looked away for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I’ve.. felt like this for.. months. Almost a year, actually. I just didn't think you’d ever really.. figure it out. Or feel the same.” You blinked, coughing into your fist. “Not- Not that I think you do, if-if you don’t it’s fine, we can still be friends, and I-”

“I do.” It came out before he could stop himself, throat almost closing up. SMOOTH ONE, LANCE. You looked at him, eyebrows shooting up. Huh wuh. “I.. I do, uh, feel the same. I just..” He stopped, brain coming to a halt on how to finish the sentence.

“Don’t know how to show it?” He was always grateful you knew how to talk about this stuff.

“Yes. I.. never really.. went through anything like..” He paused, making an awkward hand motion between the two of you. “This. Admitting it, even feeling anything like it. Not.. Not like this, at least.” He felt like blowing up. Please, if there’s any divine being out there, please blow him up for letting him admit this. “But, even if I’m not really, you know, experienced, I guess, I.. I still want to try.”

“You’re.. you’re sure?” You looked almost surprised, but at the same time hopeful. He wasn’t kidding. He wouldn’t joke about this, he wasn’t that kind of person. “We- We don’t- You don’t have to, I-I don’t want you doing anything just because of what I said.”

“I’m more than sure, YN.” Lance smiled at you, face turning slightly pink. “I can’t promise I’ll be any good at.. Anything in this case, but I want to try,” He looked away for a second, face turning darker pink. “For us both.”

You smiled, your own face becoming pink. “Alright. Alright!” You gave a toothy grin, feeling elated. Who knew calling your best friend to talk about a frog you found would end up like this. You weren’t complaining though.

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𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍 | 𝐥. 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬

♡ 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍? 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚? 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒄 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓? 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎? *

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♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒚2𝒌 *

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

"Please hurry, Octus! I don't wanna be late for class," Ilana asked, pointing to her watch.

"Not to worry. Even if we hit every stop light, will still arrive seven minutes ahead of schedule," Octus assured.

Octus was giving you, Lana, and Lance your daily ride to school, and, as per usual, Lana was obsessed with being on time.

"Relax. We'll make it," Lance smiled, interrupted by the sound of a loud engine whirring.

Suddenly, a pink car with a dragon design sped past, being chased by the cops.

"What was that?" Lance asked.

"A criminal who was blatantly breaking the rules of the road," Ilana glared.

"It's some sort of turbo-charged, internal combustion vehicle," Octus stated.

"It's Chan. Some guy from our school that thinks he's better than everyone else 'cause he has a good looking car," you answered.

"It's so primitive," Lance smirked. "I like it."

"Oh, God, please don't become a car guy," you groaned.

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

Octus pulled into the parking lot at school and the second you came to a stop, Ilana rushed out, running towards the school entrance.

"Hey! You forgot your bag!" Lance tried to call, but she was already too far away.

"Great. Now I gotta walk around all day with a pink backpack."

"Relax," you sighed, taking it from him, "I'll hold it."

Just then, the rumbling of a revving car got sent through your stomach.

"Do you...feel that?" Lance asked.

"Here he comes," you sighed, watching the gaudy, pink car roll past, coming to a stop in front of you.

"It's causing my circuits to buzz," Newton smiled.

"Mine, too," Lance agreed, completely mesmerized.

'Oh, yeah. He's definitely a car guy now.'

As Chan started to brag to his friends about the new valves he added, Lance went up to the hood, about to touch until Chan slammed it shut.

"Did I say you could touch my car? No one touches my car," he spat.

"Hey, I just wanted to look at it," Lance smiled.

"Really? Well, why don't you and soccer mom go back to your little minivan and buy some groceries. Or will we have to make you?" Chan smirked.

"What?" Lance asked in a dangerous tone, his eyes narrowing.

"Shut up before I spill a milkshake on your console. No one cares about your stupid car, they just wanted to look," you scoffed, stepping forward.

Chan's glare could've burned holes into your head, but you kept an equally intense one.

Just then, the bell rang.

"Seems like the bell saved you, bro. But don't worry, we'll meet again. And without your guard dog this time," he smirked, pointing at you before him and his crew walked away.

But you flipped him off as his back was turned.

"See what I was saying? Jerk," you sighed, turning to Newton and Lance.

"What's his problem?" Lance asked, his perma-scowl returned.

"He has extremely high testosterone levels," Newton stated.

"That guy doesn't deserve a car like this," Lance scoffed. "But y'know, I bet we could make one of these."

"Quite easily actually," Newton agreed.

"Oooo, can I help? Sounds fun," you smiled.

"Sure," Lance turned you, smiling back.

Your stomach did one of its flips again, but you discreetly pinched yourself to keep focus.

"(y/n), I must ask, what is a soccer mom?" Newton chimed.

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

"These ice sticks are amazing. Who knew a combination of chemicals, sugar, and water could be so delightful," Newton smiled, inhaling yet another popsicle.

"What're you guys doing?" You asked, cocking a brow as you took a bite of your salad.

"Building a car," Lance answered, taking the empty popsicle stick from Newton and adding it to the car model he was building.

"And eating delightful ice sticks," Newton added.

Just then, Ilana sat down, a saddened expression on her face.

"Hey, Lana, I got your backpack for you. You left it in the car this morning," you smiled, plopping her bag down on the table.

"Thanks, (y/n/n)," she sighed, taking it.

Looking up from the table, she looked at Lance's popsicle car with a raised brow.

"What're they doing?" She asked, turning to you.

"Building a car," you shrugged.

"Why? You don't even have a license," she stated, turning to Lance.

"A license?"

"A card that says you are qualified to drive a car," you quickly explained.

"Lance has piloted Galalunian velocitors at maximum speed, these are primitive machines. A child could drive them," Newton scoffed.

"Thanks, Newton," Lance smiled, going back to his building.

"No, a child could not drive them. Because on this planet you need to be 16 years old and a license to drive. Those are the rules," Ilana corrected.

"Fine, I'll have Octus make me one," Lance shrugged.

"You can do that?" You asked, eyes lit up as you turned to Newton.

"By your smile, I can assume you would like me to make you one as well," Newton stated.

"Read my mind," you smirked.

"No, you can't do that!" Ilana exclaimed, standing up.

"You have to follow the rules. 'Cause if you don't, you'll end up in a traffic jam, come late to school, forget your homework in the car, and get an F."

She sat back down, dropping her head back on the table.

"I have a responsibility as a leader to set an example. Trust me, Lance. You'll wanna follow the rules, or you'll end up a huge disappointment. Just like me."

"Lana, you-." "Well, well, well. If it isn't soccer mom, and the guard dog, too," Chan smirked, walking over with his gaggle of minions.

"Check out the sweet ride."

He curled a fist and smashed Lance's model car. 

"What the hell!?" You glared.

"What's your problem?" Lance asked in a dangerously low tone, standing up.

"You are," Chan smirked.

"Boys, fighting on school grounds is against the rules," Ilana stepped between them, pushing them apart.

"Whoa, little sis, wouldn't wanna break the rules," Chan smiled.

"C'mon, boys, we better go before little sis gives us a ticket."

With that, they walked away, and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

'Jeez.'

"What'd you do that for?" Lance asked, angry.

"Rules are rules, Lance!" She exclaimed, storming off.

Lance sighed, looking down at the smashed bits of his car, "All that work."

"We still have this," Newton stated, holding up his hand for a hologram of car to pop up.

"Whoa," you marveled, eyes sparkling.

"Why didn't you show us that before?" Lance asked.

"I wanted to eat ice sticks," Newton smiled.

"Let's get to work!" You cheered, throwing your arms around the two of them.

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

After a day's of work, the car was finished, and it looked good.

It was an old school, Pontiac-looking car with a silver finish and beautiful black, leather seats.

"Dontdrinkthemilkitexpiredyesterday," Ilana quickly stated, popping her head in before popping back out.

"What is up with her?" Lance asked.

You shrugged, turning to the open hood, "I'm proud, guys. We did an awesome job."

"I think our hard day's work deserves a reward. Popsicle?" Newton smiled.

"You go ahead," Lance nodded.

Newton turned to you.

"All good here," you agreed.

Shrugging, Newton walked into the house to get his snack, and you and Lance hung back, still marveling the car.

He slid his hand across the door, looking at the handle wistfully.

You looked at him from the passenger side, and he looked at you, sharing a smirk and a nod before hopping in the car in sync.

"Just around the block," he stated, seemingly to himself. 

"Of course," you agreed, buckling your seatbelt.

Lance turned the key and backed out the garage, driving down the street.

"So, how's your new car feel?" You asked, turning to the alien-boy.

"It feels good. It feels...right," he smiled, turning to you as he pulled up to stop light.

"Oh...uh...you got some grease on your..."

"Crap, really?" You blushed with embarrassment, messily wiping your cheek. 

"Did I get it?"

Without hesitation he moved his hand from the steering wheel and cupped your cheek, swiping it off from the spot you missed.

"There."

You stared into his eyes, and he stared into yours, and it seemed like you two were frozen.

Neither of you wanted to move first, yet you both were desperately wishing for someone to do something.

And as if on its own, your face started to move closer, and his eyes went wide.

'WRONG MOVE.'

"Hey, bro. Hate to...interrupt," Chan smirked, pulling up beside Lance.

'Oh, thank God.'

Lance quickly sat up straight, you doing the same, and he turned to the window, sending Chan a glare before turning to the road.

"Nice car. Looks like you raided a dumpster to get that thing."

"There's a lot more to it then you think," Lance seethed, his entire demeanor opposite of what it was two seconds ago.

"Let's see it then. Wanna race?" Chan asked, cocking a brow as he revved his car.

Lance stayed silent, keeping his eyes trained on the road.

"Yeah, didn't think so. Not with that bucket of junk."

"I'm in," Lance agreed, the light turning green.

"Yeah, dawg. Follow me," Chan smirked, speeding off.

Lance did the same and you desperately gripped onto your seat, eyes wide.

'Cars are definitely not supposed to go this fast!'

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

The two drove to this abandoned construction site, which looked to be a secret spot for street racers since there was a huge crowd of people and a ton of cars lined up.

As Lance pulled in, an orange Sudan drove over a ramp, the two of you going wide at the sight of the car flipping over and tumbling to a stop right in front of you.

'That's gonna be us.'

"First one to the end of the site and back wins, ya got it," Chan stated.

"Got it," Lance agreed, narrowing his eyes.

As a girl stood before you, raising the flag, you turned to him.

"Lance...if I die, I am going to kill you," you stated, your fingers still gripping on the seat in terror.

"I don't think that's possible."

You turned to him with a glare, and he looked away, getting the message.

"No death. Got it."

The girl dropped her flag and the second it hit the ground, you two sped off, you muffling your scream by rolling your lips.

After turning a few sharp corners, you made it into this tunnel, and Chan released a sudden burst of smoke from his car.

It blinded your vision for a moment until it cleared, revealing a divider about five feet in front of you.

"LANCE!" You exclaimed, digging punctures into the seat.

But he quickly whipped the car around, maneuvering just in time so the car was now sliding sideways down the tunnel.

Once you made it out, another car suddenly pulled in front of you, making Lance swerve onto a ramp that led to a different part of the track.

But he rode onto a hole and plopped back down next to Chan.

'Jesus, Lance, the shocks!'

Suddenly, Chan had a burst of speed, making him take the lead. But Lance pressed a button on the steering wheel, taking it right back.

Until another car came swerving in front of you, forcing Lance on another path.

'I'm getting sick of this cheating crap.'

As Chan continued on the track, you and Lance were coming up on a very large, very tall ledge.

"It's not over yet, Chan," he smirked, picking up even more speed.

"(y/n/n), hold on."

"Uh huh!" You squeaked, tightening your hold on the chair until your knuckles were white, not even noticing the use of your nickname.

With that, you two flew off the ledge, landing on the arm of a crane and sliding.

'SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!'

But Lance quickly whipped the wheel back around, landing on the wooden bridge Chan was on and making it back to the solid track.

The finish line was in sight, and Lance had a strong lead.

'We might actually win this.'

Just then, a third car swerved in front of you, Lance whipping to the side and allowing Chan to pass him.

Chan whizzed pasted the finish line and Lance quickly got out the car, storming over to Chan's.

You were too busy hearing a faint noise. Something that sounded scarily familiar to...

Sirens.

'COPS!'

"Lance, we gotta go!" You exclaimed, quickly running out the car.

But it was too late.

Chan and his friends pulled off, the crowd already gone, leaving you and Lance surrounded.

"Freeze!" A cop shouted, drawing his gun.

"Freeze?" Lance asked.

"Shit..." you grumbled, raising your hands.

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

"Mike Chan. I can't believe that guy. And now the police think I'm part of his gang," Lance scoffed, sulking in the backseat of Octus' minivan.

"You might as well be. Trespassing, driving without a license, street racing, I can't even imagine what rule you haven't broken," Ilana scolded, turning to face him from the passenger seat.

After using your one call on Ilana, she same rushing to the station, using her extensive knowledge of the rules to get you and Lance off the hook, scott-free.

There was an awkward silence in the car, until Octus spoke up.

"So...how did our car perform?" He asked.

"Amazing, actually. It survived four different murder attempts," you stated sarcastically, crossing your arms and leaning your head against the window.

"I'm gonna get that guy," Lance scowled.

"Oh, no. No more driving until you follow the proper rules and get a license. And don't even think you're getting that car back until you do," Ilana put her foot down.

"I'm talking to you, too, (y/n/n)," she glared through the rear view, already seeing you perked up and about to chime in.

You huffed, crossing your arms again and leaning up against the window.

"Killjoy."

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

In the following week, Lance worked hard, studying day in and day out to pass his driver's test.

And he did pass the written exam, but now it was time for the real deal.

As the instructor sat down, you waved to her from the backseat, and she shot a deadly glare at you.

"Relax. I'm moral support. You won't even know I'm here," you smiled, leaning back.

She turned her glare to Lance and cocked a brow, the boy giving her a sheepish smile.

Caving, she let out a sigh, watching him do his mirror checks before instructing him to pull onto the freeway.

After about a minute of driving, he turned to her, trying to gauge her face, but she scribbled something on her board instead.

You could tell he was nervous now, so you gave him a quick thumbs up in the rear-view.

And he cracked smile, until he saw Chan's car behind him as well, along with all of his friends.

Coming up on a stoplight, Chan pulled up next to you, revving his engine.

Angry, Lance tightly gripped the steering wheel, but the instructor caught it.

"Oh no, young man, are you road raging right now?" She asked curtly.

"Oh...uh...no, I wasn't...I just-." "Green light," she interrupted, pointing her pencil.

"Right. Sorry," Lance nodded, pulling off.

But he ended up slamming on brakes because one of Chan's friends casually swerved in front of him, making the instructor scold him again

'I'm gonna break Chan the next time I see him.'

"Dang, bro. Big mama giving little baby driving lessons?" he smirked, pulling next to the car.

"Who you callin' big, you spike-haired, toy car-drivin' punk? Get yo butt outta here before I slap that cheap paint job right off!" the instructor spat, making Chan pull away.

"Nice burn," you nodded.

"Thanks," Lance smiled.

"Don't thank me. You're about a half car's length away from failing, son," she scoffed.

Just then, Chan and his friends sped in front of you and lined up horizontally, each one slowing down one by one to make Lance swerve, making you slam into the window.

"Oh no, they didn't!" Instructor Lady exclaimed.

"I've had just about enough of this guy's bullshit," you spat, rubbing your head.

"Language, young lady!" 

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Lance's watch was going off.

'Crap. The rift gate.'

"Not now..." he groaned.

"Is that your cell phone?!"

"Watch it!" You exclaimed, an alien suddenly landing in the water right next to the bridge you were on, causing a massive tidal wave

"Slippery road! Slow down!" The lady ordered.

"I can't," Lance denied.

"Why not?!"

"Give it a minute."

Just then, the alien popped back up, letting out a guttural roar.

The lady screamed, and you took quick action, lifting your bazooka up off the floor of the car.

"This is why I never leave home without this thing," you grunted, rolling down the window and propping it up

"Young lady, is that a firearm?!?" The lady gasped.

"Yup," you smirked, shooting and landing a direct hit on the monster's stomach, wounding it.

"C'mon, bro! Let's end this!" Chan smirked, shouting over the window.

"You dang fool! This ain't no game!" The lady shouted back.

Lance floored the gas, causing the car to speed up even more and lose the monster.

Chan tried to do the same, but ended up totaling his car in a ditch.

And as you made it make on the main road, you passed by Lance's new car, with Newton and Ilana in its seats.

"Ilana?" Lance cocked a brow.

"Lance?" She did the same.

Stopping both cars, you and Lance got out, the instructor commending him on his driving skills before hopping in the front seat and driving away.

"Engage Sym-Bionic Titan!" Newton smiled, the three going through their usual morphing routine.

"While you guys do your thing, I'm gonna take care of something!" You called, turning around and running off.

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

After the battle was won, and the monster was defeated, Lance, Ilana, and Newton pulled over at the ditch from before to pick you up.

"Lance," you smirked, grabbing a beat up Chan by the collar and dragging him over to the car.

"I think Chan has something he wants to say."

He groaned, his lips and eye nearly swollen shut, "I amsh sborry."

"And?" You cocked a brow, giving him a little shake.

"Andsh your car s'way betta den mine."

Lance smirked, very much enjoying the sight before him.

"Good," you smiled. "Now let's get you in the squad car."

Walking away, you failed to notice the detective that walked over the Lance's car, leaning up against it.

"You got a good one there," he smiled, pointing his thumb at an unsuspecting you. 

"She beat him up like that all on her own. If I were you, I'd keep her. Gals like that only come once in a lifetime."

A sudden blush came to Lance's cheeks at the implication, "Oh, no, we're not-." "You kids have a good day!" The cop smiled, walking off.

Lance sighed, turning to face the road before catching a glimpse of Newton and Ilana's knowing looks.

"Not one word," he ordered.

"Whatever you say~" Ilana smirked, giving him a quick nudge.

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

[dantakeyoman]

𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍 | 𝐥. 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬

♡ 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍? 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚? 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒄 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓? 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎? *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒚2𝒌 *

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

You flinched at the sound of Lance slamming his tray down on the table, him angrily sitting himself down.

"Someone's madder than usual," you teased, taking a bite of your hoagie.

Ilana looked down at his plate, disgusted by the green mush he was shoveling into his mouth.

"How can you eat this stuff?" She asked, concerned.

Newton did a scan of the food.

"Nitrates, magnesium, mono-sodium glutamate. Actual meat content: one percent," he reported.

"Did not need to know that," you sighed.

'Thank God I get my food from a place.'

"One percent. That's horrible. People shouldn't be eating this," she suddenly stood up, "I have to do something."

"OhmygoshIlanapleasenothere-." "Excuse me, everyone! Hello! Everybody stop!" She interrupted you, standing up on the table.

"Oh my God, she's doing it," you groaned, covering your face.

"This food is unsafe, unhealthy! I think change is needed. I think it's time to demand healthier food. I wanna help. And we can start by creating a new school menu. Something nutritious. A healthy body means a healthy mind. We can band together and make this happen! Who's with me!?"

"I am!" Newton announced, standing up on his seat.

Lance facepalmed, and you dropped your head onto the table.

'I'll have to talk to her about social cues later.'

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

"Smells like food in here. Whatchu guys makin'?" You smiled, walking into the kitchen.

"We thought we'd create some new menu items to petition to the school," Ilana answered, Newton pulling out a pan of something from the oven.

"Here we are. Fresh garin koto. I've substituted the Galalunian ingredients with Earth items, but it should be just as good," Newton stated.

"Galaluna? Now I'm interested," you awed, leaning over to smell the food.

Just then, Lance came thumping down the steps, walking into the kitchen as well.

"Octus, did anything come through the rift gate yet?" He asked.

"Not since you asked me ten minutes ago," the robot answered.

'Someone's getting antsy.'

"Hey! This gives you some time to try some of our new menu ideas," Ilana smiled, grabbing his arm.

"No, I'm not," he dismissed.

"C'mon, grumpy! You're gonna love it," she insisted.

"I made red beans with yam foo foo," Newton smiled.

You perked, "Really?"

"I said no!" Lance exclaimed, ripping his arm from Ilana and storming off, the pot on the stove ironically exploding as well.

"Lance, wait-." "Give him some time. I think Earth life is a little slower than Galulunian life. He just needs some time to adjust," you warmly smiled, placing an assuring hand on her shoulder.

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

"Come to the food party. You don't have to eat slop anymore," you smiled, handing someone a flier.

"Delicious food, all for you to eat. Stop by at the food party."

Ilana sent you ahead to school early so the team could get a head start on passing out the fliers for the tasting party she was throwing, and you were happy to help.

Just then, you saw Lance not too far away, handing out fliers as well.

With a smile.

'No way.'

"Hey, Lance," you greeted, walking over to him. "I'm surprised you let Ilana talk you into passing out fliers."

"Hey, (y/n/n)," he waved. "I just figured I do her a favor. She is trying to help the school."

Your eyes went wide and your jaw practically hit the floor.

'(y/n/n)? He never calls me that. And he's expressing emotions that aren't anger and misery? Something's up.'

Just then, he was swarmed by a crowd of people, all of which forcing you to the back with Ilana and Newton.

"I don't get it," she sighed.

"Dark hair, bedroom eyes, moody demeanor. I totally get it," Newton smiled.

"And so does everyone else," you muttered, crossing your arms and turning away from the scene in front of you.

You couldn't deny, something was stirring in you at the sight of all those girls fawning over him, and it didn't feel good.

"At least we'll have a good turn out," Ilana smiled. "Anyway, did you guys hear about that Phantom Ninja on the news this morning?"

You perked, "Phantom Ninja? Who's that?"

"Some man went out last night and saved a hostage from a robbery, and beat up the culprits," she explained.

"Huh, odd," you nodded, glancing at Lance out the corner of your eye.

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

After weeks of this ninja nonsense, and Lance being out of it constantly, you connected the dots and figured out that he was the Phantom Ninja.

While helping Ilana and Octus pack the car for the party later that night, Lance came walking out the house.

"I'll be right back, guys," you smiled at the two, walking over to Lance and grabbing him by his arm, pulling him to the side of the house.

"Hey, what're you-?" "Lance, I know you're the Phantom Ninja," you sighed.

His breath hitched, but he kept his composure, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You smile whenever a report about you comes up on the news," you cocked a brow, crossing your arms. 

"You're out of it during the day, you're doing your Batman thing by night. This type of schedule isn't sustainable. Your body is going to shut down. What happens if your body gives out during a monster attack?"

"My body is fine," he retorted, crossing his arms.

"It's not just your body, but the fact that you're not supposed to be doing what you're doing anyway. Vigilante justice is illegal here. While I appreciate the passion in keeping the city safe, it's not your responsibility. But defending from otherworldly invaders is your responsibility. You gotta save yourself for when the real threats happen."

He sighed, trying to keep a hard face but clearly showing that he knew you were right.

"Look, I'm not gonna boss you around. You do whatever helps you cope with living on Earth. But I just want you to know there are other options, too. Like I said a couple weeks ago, we can spar if you want. I promise I'm a challenge," you smiled.

He cracked a small smile, "I'll think about it."

"Think about it?" You scoffed. "Sounds like someone's scared to me."

His facial expression quickly changed, "I am not scared," he firmly denied.

"Sure sounds like it," you taunted.

"I-." "C'mon, guys! We don't want to be late~" Ilana smiled, running out the house and into the car.

"Coming!" You called before turning back to Lance.

"Your hero stuff better be put on hold for tonight, though. Ilana worked really hard on this party and as far as I can tell from school, most of the attendants are only coming 'cause of you," you poked his chest.

"I'll be there," he assured.

"You better be," you sighed, turning around and walking towards the car.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower but I'll catch up with you guys," Lance stated.

"See you there. I put your outfit on your bed," you waved, hopping in the backseat and giving Octus the okay to drive off.

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

"I'll kill him," you growled, doing another scan of the party to see that Lance was nowhere to be found.

He was late by an hour and a half and the party guests were starting to get antsy.

'I got all dressed up for this, too.'

You wore a black, long-sleeved, turtle-neck dress that came up to your mid-thigh, with some simple black heels to match.

"Where is he?" Ilana asked, concerned.

"I'll call him again," Newton stated.

"I thought Lance was gonna be here," Brittney Stone asked with a scowl, her and her best friend, Stacy McGinnis, walking up to you.

"He is...or...he's supposed to be," Ilana answered.

"So he's not coming?" Stacy cocked a brow.

Newton and Ilana shared a sad look, and Brittney scoffed.

"I can't believe we wasted our Friday night on this," she glared at Ilana.

"And I'll waste you if you don't start showing some respect. You were invited to the party, not to see Lance," you spat, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Pfft. What-ever," Stacy scoffed, rolling her eyes and walking away.

You turned to Ilana with begging eyes but she glared at you, "No violence."

Sucking your teeth, you watched as all of the party guests began to file out one by one, until no one was left in the gym except for you three.

"How could Lance do this?" Ilana asked sadly, watching as one of her banners fell.

"At least we have a lot of foo foo to eat....right?" Newton tried to cheer her up.

"Too soon, Newton, too soon," you sighed.

Just then, the doors to the gym swung open to reveal an alien, and you and Newton quickly jumped in front of Ilana.

The thing screeched, using one of it's tentacles to throw Newton into a wall.

"Bazooka!" You quickly remembered, dashing over to the corner of the room where you hid it, Ilana holding off the creature in her mech suit.

You grabbed it and set it up, aiming just in time for Ilana to get slammed into a wall.

"Get away from her!" You shouted, shooting the gun and hitting a bullseye on the alien.

It let out a deafening screech and quickly let go of Ilana, roughly pinning you to the wall instead.

Your head throbbed painfully, and you could feel the blood oozing down your forehead.

'Oh, shit.'

"Any last words?" The alien smirked, revealing a razor-sharp tentacle.

"(y/n/n)!" Ilana exclaimed.

Just as the creature was about to stab you, Lance's mech burst in and punched it away, you roughly hitting the floor.

"(y/n), I-." "Shut up and go get the alien," you strained, weakly sitting yourself up against the wall.

He zipped off to go catch up with the others and you sighed, touching your forehead and seeing the nasty, red liquid.

'This...was a huge wake up call. Maybe I'm not cut out for this stuff. These guys are trained soldiers and indestructible robots and warrior princesses and I'm just...me. Maybe I'm more of a hindrance than help.'

Once the battle was won, the three came rushing back to you, your sorry state making Ilana gasp as she took off her mech.

"Octus, what's her vitals?" Lance asked, kneeling next to you and carefully grabbing your chin, turning your head to check for any other injuries.

"Heart rate is accelerated. Only some minor contusions and a small laceration on the forehead. Other than that all other vitals are normal," Octus reported.

"It is not safe for her to walk in this condition. I will carry her."

"I got it, Octus," Lance sighed, scooping you up bridal style and starting the walk home.

"(y/n/n), I am forever grateful to you. You saved my life today," Ilana sorrily smiled, a good hint of guilt on her face.

"No sweat, Lana. What're friends for," you assured with a weak smile.

Lance slowed his walk, allowing Octus and Lana to get out of earshot before he began.

"(y/n), I-." "I asked for one thing, Lance. Show up to Ilana's party. And you don't," you interrupted curtly.

"You went crime fighting, didn't you? And I'm guessing you got captured by the creature?" 

He hung his head and you sighed again, your eyes traveling down to his wrist, which had a bone sticking out under the skin.

"Oh my God, Lance! Your wrist! The monster did that?!" You exclaimed, all ideas of scolding going out the window.

"I did that. It was the only way I could escape," he stated plainly.

'Holy shit.'

"You shouldn't be carrying me like this. I can walk-." "Stop," he dismissed, tightening his grip to keep you still.

You looked up at him, eyes wide.

"You did what I couldn't today. You saved Ilana. If you didn't do what you did, my sole objective for this mission would've been destroyed," he started, keeping eye contact.

It made you red in the face, figuratively and literally.

"This is the least I can do to thank you."

You smiled, resting your cheek on his chest, "You're letting me patch you up when we get home."

He cracked a smile, ".....You too."

He paused, averting his eyes from you for a moment before clearing his throat.

"Nice dress."

"Thanks, blue boy."

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

"All that work," Ilana sighed, you, her, and Newton coming across a stray banner that was still on the floor.

Returning to school on Monday, the cafeteria and gym were partially destroyed, leaving large, gaping holes in the roof.

Octus gave you a special patch for your head to stop the bleeding, and you used some of your training to give Lance a cast.

"If only Lance had just come."

"I know that foo foo looks bland and boring, and you're probably wondering, why eat it?" Lance explained from behind the counter, serving lunch. 

His eyes suddenly looked up to see you, and he smiled a full smile, making your stomach do back-flips.

"But then you take a bite, and realize, that the blandness is a vital part of the meal, and is necessary to keeping everybody healthy."

He plopped some foo foo on Stacy's plate and she batted her eyelashes at him before walking away, the three of you walking up to him.

"You guys did some real good today," you smiled, Lance plopping some food on your tray.

Glancing up at Lance, you gave him a warm smile.

"I'm proud."

He smiled once again, and for a second you could've sworn you saw something pink on his cheeks, but decided to pay it no mind.

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

[dantakeyoman]

𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍 | 𝐥. 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬

♡ 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍? 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚? 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒄 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓? 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎? *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒚2𝒌 *

𝐓𝐖𝐎

"I think this is the one," the realtor, Max, smiled. "It has everything you're looking for."

"We appreciate your help," Octus, in the form of a middle aged man, smiled from the corner.

He was rubbing the walls for some particular reason.

"Well, it wasn't easy finding a home with your unique specifications. A balcony with an enchanting view of the villagers, 360 degree, unobstructed vantage point to every part of the house, and an electrical capacity exceeding 5000 amps?" Max listed, quite confused.

"5021 amps to be exact," Octus corrected.

Max turned to you with a cocked brow, and you shrugged.

"They're not from here. Europeans, am I right?" You smirked, giving him a little nudge. "I'm just here to help them out."

You both turned the corner to see Lance staring out the window, watching the people and cars go by.

"As you can see, the neighborhood is very safe-." "Shush!" Lance quickly hushed, watching a boy kick a ball in the street, only for the person in the oncoming car to come to a complete stop.

"Be careful, Timmy," she smiled.

"Oooookay," Max turned around, walking off somewhere else.

You quickly walked over to Lance, giving him a soft smack in the arm.

"What was that for?" He glared, rubbing the area.

"You can't just shush people here, Lance. It's rude," you scolded, pinching the bridge of your nose.

He huffed, turning his gaze back to outside, where he saw a father hugging his son, and his expression fell.

"Thank you so much for your kindness and showing us this wonderful home," Ilana smiled, rushing over and giving Max a hug, "I know it holds many cherished memories from those who've lived in it. I think it's the place for us."

"Agreed," Octus chimed, "It meets all our needs."

"It'll do for now," Lance stated.

"Alright. I guess the next step is to apply for the home loan," Max started.

"There is no need for that," Newton assured, forming a money dispenser on his back and printing a giant stack of hundreds.

'Cool!'

"We will be paying cash."

"Fine. Here are the keys and I'll send someone else over with the paperwork," Max sighed, stuffing the money in his bag, handing Ilana the keys, and walking out.

"Yo, Octus, you gotta lend me that money thing some time," you smiled.

"We have a house!" Ilana cheered.

"Octus, get our computer grid and monitoring system up and running. I'll secure the perimeter. Princess and (y/n), stay out the way," Lance ordered, walking away.

"We will not. Our home needs furnishings. We need to create a home-like appearance to blend in with this society," she combated.

"The Mutraddi have taken control of our planet. There may be more creatures. We have to get this place ready to withstand any attack," he narrowed his eyes, walking back over.

"Sure, but don't you think it'll look odd if we start digging trenches around the house?" She cocked a brow.

"Isn't the whole point of us being here so we can hide and blend in with Earth life? Isn't that the reason that we accepted (y/n/n)'s help? The more normal we appear, the harder it'll be to find us."

"Your father entrusted me with your safety, that's the first priority," Lance glared.

"I agree. Keeping you out of harm's way is our mission," Octus chimed.

Suddenly, the door rang.

"We're under attack!" Lance exclaimed, him and Octus going back to back with Ilana in between them.

"Guys, it's a doorbell," you sighed, walking towards the door. "People ring it to let you know that there's someone waiting for you to open the door."

You got the door, only to reveal Barb from across the street.

'Aw, shit.'

"(y/n/n)! What're you doing here?" She loudly announced, her perma-smile plastered proudly on her face.

"Hi, Barb. I'm just helping the Lunas family move in," you fakely smiled.

Barb was incredibly nice, but she could be a little...much.

"Welcome to the neighborhood, neighbors! I'm Barb. But you can call me Barb! Ha!" She laughed, completely walking past you and up to the others.

"Greetings," Ilana smiled, shaking hands with the woman.

"This is Lance."

"Boyfriend?" "Brother." "Boo."

"And this is...uh-." "Their father," Octus nodded.

"I'll just call you Daddy," Barb smiled, gripping onto his arm.

"Stop being weird, Barb," you sighed, rolling your eyes as you leaned against the door frame.

As those two walked off, you, Lance, and Ilana convened.

"See? This woman is the perfect example of what I was trying to say before," Ilana smiled. "We need to appear to be normal, like her."

"She's normal?" Lance asked, turning to you.

"Far from it," you assured.

"All this proves is that I need to put a locking system on that door," he scoffed.

"Y'know, there's a great furniture place at the mall," Barb chimed, turning to the three of you.

"What's a ma-ahll?" Ilana asked.

"The shopping mall on Briar. Don't tell me you've never been to a mall," Barb gasped.

"European~" You chimed.

"Well a mall is where we ladies go to just be. There are all sorts of shops and kiosks. If you hurry you can catch the next bus," Barb smiled.

"That's actually a really good idea," you perked up. "We can get you some more clothes, too."

"There is no need for her to leave the house. We have everything we need right here," Lance dismissed.

You rolled your eyes, "Will you relax? I'll be with her."

"What qualifications do you have to go with her?" He cocked a brow, crossing his arms.

"I graduated top of my class from Brunsson Military Academy for Girls, am a black belt in taekwondo, carry a taser and pepper spray around constantly, and know the layout of this entire city like the back of my hand," you listed with your fingers, "Ilana will be fine."

You and Lance stood off for a moment, locked in a glaring contest.

And it would've continued had Ilana not interrupted.

"Where's the bus stop?" she asked.

"Outside on the corner," you and Barb answered in unison.

"Perfect," she smiled, grabbing your arm and dragging you out the house.

"Lance is gonna kill you," you laughed as the two of you ran for the stop.

"He'll get over it," she assured.

𝙨 𝙮 𝙢 𝙗 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙞 𝙘

"I can't believe you're actually a princess. Should I be callin' you your majesty or somethin'?" You asked with a smile.

"Out of respect, of course."

Ilana laughed, "No, no, Ilana will be just fine. I wish to see what life is like as a normal Earth citizen. So that means no fancy titles."

"Got it," you nodded.

Suddenly, you got an idea.

"So...you and Lance...I take it you guys aren't actually brother and sister."

She shook her head, "Thankfully, no. My father entrusted him to protect me when we escaped Galaluna."

"Thankfully? I thought you to were..." you crossed your fingers together, and she laughed.

"Oh, Gods, no. I don't think I'd be able to stand him," she assured.

"Really?! *ahem* Uh...I mean...really?" You quickly dialed it back.

She smiled, "You have no competition, (y/n/n). He's all yours."

"Pfft! What gave you that impression?" You scoffed, trying to play it off, the blush on your cheeks not helping your case.

"(y/n/n), I may not be from here, but I'm not blind," she smirked.

"Whatever," you grumbled like a child.

Suddenly, Lance dropped in through the window out of nowhere and plopped himself in the seat next to you.

You smirked as Ilana shot him a deadly glare.

"So....the mall's over there?" He asked, trying to switch the conversation

"You guys are crazy," you chuckled.

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"My friends, I present to thee: the Mall," you smiled, your hands motioning to the shopping center before you.

"Wow!" Ilana marveled, clapping at your introduction. 

But Lance ignored it, looking around at the many army service men that were posted nearby.

"It's not safe here," he stated, turning to you.

"Relax. No one knows it's you guys. So long as you keep a low profile, you'll be fine," you shrugged off, linking arms with Ilana and walking into the mall.

Her eyes lit up at every turn, the fluorescent lights and kiosks seeming to hold her attention.

"Barb was right. This place is amazing," she squealed.

"There's the furniture store," you stated, pointing upstairs.

As the three of you walked through the maze of kiosks, you noticed that Lance was getting a little overwhelmed.

"You alright?" you asked, stopping to turn to him.

He glared at you, crossing his arms and turning away, "I'm fine."

Smirking, you poked out your elbow for him to take, giving him a nudge.

"C'mon. You know you wanna," you wiggled your eyebrows.

"No," he stated curtly.

"Whatever you say," you shrugged, walking back over to catch up with Ilana.

"Hey, lady, you like lotion? Very best quality. What kind do you wear?" A lotion salesmen asked her, squirting out a sample.

"Very good scent-." Lance came running out of nowhere, karate chopping the poor man into the booth and smashing the bottle.

"Lance!" You exclaimed, helping the man up.

"Lance, what are you doing?!" Ilana asked.

"That guy was trying to hurt you with his death spray," he glared.

"He was a merchant," she corrected.

"But he had a weapon."

"It's a bottle of scented cream. He was just doing his job," you walked back over, some other mall goers helping the man now.

"So am I," Lance stated.

"Attacking merchants isn't protecting me. Lance, just take it easy," Ilana sighed. 

"C'mon, guys, the furniture store's right there. Let's just go before we get in any more trouble," you hurried the two away, seeing the mall cops coming from the corner of your eye.

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After looking around for a bit, Ilana settled on this one living room set up she found in a far corner of the store.

What she also found was a snow globe. One that, judging by the expression on her face, seemed to resemble her homeland.

"I miss home," she said sadly, hanging her head.

You sat down next to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, "I'm sorry."

"I think we should go," Lance stated, awkwardly, from his spot in the corner.

"Go? Go?! We can't go! We're stuck here! Don't you miss home? Jeez, you are so weird," Ilana burst, storming away.

Lance looked down sadly, "I don't have a lot to miss."

You sighed, standing up from the bed and walking up to him.

"Look, I know you don't like me. And that's fine. But I like you guys. And I know that you two are not gonna last another second here if you don't get on the same page," you stated, looking up at him with your arms crossed.

He let out a heavy sigh and you placed an assuring hand on his shoulder, a warm smile on your face.

"Trust me. Give Earth a chance and this place'll become ten times more pleasurable."

He looked down at you, the smallest smile known to man gracing his lips.

'I'll take it!'

"Alright, now let's get the princess and get you guys home," you cheesed, giving him a pat on the back and walking out, him close behind.

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As the three of you walked out, Ilana was suddenly grabbed by some mall cops.

"That is them!" The lotion man exclaimed, pointing at you.

"Hands off, man," you interrupted, shoulder-checking the cop away from her.

"Get on the ground, now!" Another cop shouted, grabbing his baton.

The three of you went back to back, getting ready for a fight, when Lance grabbed his watch.

"Lance, no! Not here!" Ilana shook her head.

"What not here?! What's happening?!" You frantically asked, keeping your eyes on the officers closing in.

Suddenly, Lance turned into his mech form, right in the middle of the mall.

"Lance! The cameras!" You hurriedly warned, turning to see that blinking red light on.

Thinking on your feet, you jumped on top of an officer and grabbed his baton and walkie-talkie, batting into the camera lens like a baseball bat, smashing it.

"We need to go!" Ilana exclaimed, now in her mech form as well.

"(y/n)! Get on!" Lance exclaimed, turning to me.

"On it!" You nodded, jumping off the cop and swinging onto the light fixture like uneven bars, landing on Lance's metal shoulder.

'Thank you, gymnastics.'

"C'mon!" He hurried, grabbing Ilana's hand and running towards the exit, jumping.

"Whoa! Easy on the jumping! I'm tryna hold on here!" You strained, gripping onto a raised part of his suit as hard as you could.

Once they made it outside, they stopped for a moment.

"We need to deactivate our suits and blend in with the crowd. They won't be able to find us then," Ilana stated.

"I don't think we're gonna be able to do that," Lance stated, staring at the giant, Hydra robot that stand before you.

"Follow me," Lance ordered, flying off.

You gripped tightly as the two whizzed through the city, the path he was taking starting to seem familiar.

"Wait! You're not taking us-." But it was too late.

You all were home, Octus standing in the middle of the street.

"What're you doing with your armor on?" He asked.

"That creature is tracking the signal and you're leading it to the house."

"See what you've done, Lance," Ilana scolded.

"This wouldn't have happened if you and (y/n) decided to take a trip to the mall," Lance fired back.

"No. This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't activated your armor in the mall," she corrected.

"I was just doing my duty. I was protecting you. And I'm not taking any chances," Lance dismissed.

"What's done it done," you sighed, stepping in between the two.

"What we need to focus on is making sure these people are safe."

"Oh, my," Barb gasped, stepping out her house and joining the crowd of people that was now forming.

"Engage-." "Titan!" Ilana finished.

"Titan?" Lance asked.

"That's what the news calls you guys. I think it's cool," you clarified.

"I like it," Octus concurred.

"Engage Sym-Bionic Titan!"

'Watching them morph always amazes me.'

"Yo, Octus! You got a weapon for me?!" You called.

"What weapon are you proficient with?" He asked.

"Oooooo, gimme a bazooka!" You smiled like a kid in a candy store.

Suddenly, a human-sized, high tech looking bazooka dispensed from the titan's calf, landing in your arms.

"SICK!" You smiled, starry eyed.

Running to the foot of the hydra as the titan fought, you accidentally pressed a button on the bazooka and found out that it dispenses grenades.

"Now this is what I'm talkin' about," you smirked, dispensing a bunch and biting off their hooks, tossing them at the feet of the monster like confetti, allowing the titan to over-power the monster's footing.

Getting on one knee, you aimed the bazooka directly at the last foot, shooting it and taking it completely off balance.

Titan quickly grabbed it and flew it away from the neighborhood, defeating it in the distance near the woods.

"Awesome!" You cheered, throwing a fist in the air.

But your celebration was interrupted by the familiar rumbling of tanks on their way.

"Whoops. Party's over," you mumbled quickly running into your house to hide your newfound weapon.

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In awkward silence, you and the gang chowed down on your Chinese takeout on the empty living room floor.

You had promised the princess that you'd show it to her after your thoughtful conversation on the bus.

"It's not half bad," Lance stated, slurping up some of his chow mein.

"This sure-rimp is delicious!" Ilana smiled.

"I can see why you humans like this so much," Octus agreed.

"Glad you guys like it," you cheesed, taking a bite of your eggroll.

"Well, I think I'll start heading to sleep now. Goodnight everyone," Ilana wished, getting up from her spot and heading upstairs.

"I, too, will power down for the night," Octus stated, robotically walking up the stairs as well.

Leaving you and Lance alone, in a dark, cold living room.

"Thank you," he started, "For helping at the mall. ....And helping defeat the monster."

You grinned and your heart fluttered at the sudden act of kindness.

"No problem. I got your back, man," you assured with a warm smile.

A small smile graced his lips as well, and he looked at you with a face that wasn't contorted in anger for once.

"Well," you sighed, standing up and heading towards the door. "I better head home. It's late."

"Do you....need someone to walk you there?" He asked, almost as if he was asking himself.

You smiled, "I live next door. I think I'll manage."

"Right," he nodded, averting his eyes in embarrassment.

"Though~," you started. "Besides me being your Earth guide, if you ever want to spar some time...."

This time, a normal sized smile perked on him, and he nodded, "Definitely."

"Sweet," you cheesed, stepping out the door. "G'night, Lance."

"Good night, (y/n)."

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