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seeds-of-the-garden · 4 years

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"It is I, Lance McClain, MASTER OF SPELLS AND ENCHANTMENTS. State your name and purpose." "Kate Holt, misstress of mouse and keyboard, here to fix your WiFi." "Thank goodness you're here, it's been acting up all week and there's a new episode of Doctor Who out tonight that I really want to stream."

Please have some modern fantasy!

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Pidge knocks on the door and immediately regrets it.

Rather than answering the door like a normal person, Pidge is surrounded in a layer of white cloud and a gust of wind. The breeze kicks up the pollen on the ground from the neat flower beds around the house and she sneezes, overwhelmed with allergies.

"It is I," the owner of the house bellows, "Lance McClain, MASTER OF SPELLS AND ENCHANTMENTS." He holds out his hand as if for her to take. "State your name and purpose."

Pidge raises an eyebrow as she looks him up and down. He's certainly dressed for the part, wearing a more modern version of the old wizard's robes. Rather than the robe covering his whole body, it parts in front revealing old faded blue jeans and an old t-shirt. The robe itself has seen better days of its own, clearly a family hand-me-down.

A sharp pain hits her heart thinking of her own family and the magic she should be studying right now if not for the bounty on her head. She bites her lip. She'll have to be careful here, even accidentally doing magic will tip them off to her location.

"Kate Holt," she says as blandly as possible. Show as little interest in his magic as possible so she can do her job and move on, "mistress of mouse and keyboard, here to fix your WiFi."

"Thank goodness you're here," Lance says, slumping in relief and dropping his entire act. "It's been acting up all week and there's a new episode of Doctor Who out tonight that I really want to stream."

Pidge's jaw drops. "You mean the season finale? I had to cut cable, I haven't seen the last couple episodes."

"Work your magic and you can stay and watch it," he offers, opening the door for her.

"I'll take that," she says, walking past him into the house. The incense used to enhance concentration for spells is nearly suffocating and she hates it, because it used to be a comfort and staple in her own home. She's been away from magic for far too long.

It's probably childish of her to risk being detected just to watch a television show, but she's got to be here anyway to fix his issue, otherwise it will look far too suspicious if he files a complaint.

"Sorry for the mess," Lance apologizes, "I usually keep the place pretty clean, but I'm coming up on my practical exam and I haven't kept up."

"No worries," Pidge tells him. "You have to have a method to the madness while studying. I just need to know where your modem is."

"Oh, I think it's um... behind the TV?" Using his lanky body, he worms his way around several stacks of ancient books, leaving Pidge to watch his wiggling butt. She groans. Objectively he's cute, but as far as she's concerned the only thing he has going for him is liking Doctor Who.

A chill fills the air and freezes Pidge's soul. No, this was too soon. How could they have found her so quickly?

The floor below her ripples. She reaches for the door, but it too sways with magic, becoming intangible. Pidge's heart beats a million miles an hour, terrified at what she knows is on the other side awaiting her.

"Do you smell something funny?" Lance asks, head still stuck behind the television and none the wiser. It's the last uplifting thing Pidge hears before she screams as she sinks into the floor, Lance's own shout of terror close behind.

#plance #pidgance #lance #pidge #vld fanfic #Voltron legendary defender #mod rue #pre-relationship #magic #modern au

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rueitae · 5 years

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shakey hands

Not a muscle in Lance’s body moves. His mind is laser focused, and his rapidly beating heart betrays the outward calm he portrays.

It isn’t easy to do, standing with the business end of his bayard’s rifle form pointed at Commander Destek. Behind him, Destek’s sentries pointing rifles of their own at him.

Lance has Destek’s chest in his scope, he can make the kill shot any time he wants.

But his view isn’t clear. Green and white armor cover his vision through the scope.

Pidge struggles, her fingers gripping wildly on Destek’s arm brace as she tries to free herself, legs flailing freely and her teeth clenched in anger.

“Take the shot, Lance!” she yells at him. “Hurry!”

“Shoot and you’ll fatally wound the Green Paladin,” Destek tells Lance what he already knows. “Drop the bayard and surrender.”

Lance doesn’t move. If he surrenders the plan falls apart and the others get captured too. Take the shot and he risks killing Pidge.

His hands stay steady.

Surrender is certainty. Whether Pidge dies or not is dependent on his skill.

Pidge’s anger morphs into a fear he rarely sees from her. Her breaths are much heavier than his, hitching as her eyes begin to water.

His arms start to get tired. She doesn’t trust him to make the shot. The realization is like a nail gun to the heart. Pidge is never one to give out praise undeserving, he gets that but…

He thought he was better and that—

“Lance!”

The powering up of laser rifles after hearing Pidge call his name snaps Lance out of his self doubt. His bayard is lowered almost too much for this standoff. A moment longer and the sentries would have shot first.

He renews his focus, steadies his bayard and catches Pidge’s eyes. Her mouth quivers with fear but her eyes have their familiar determined glint back.

“Do it, Lance! This is child’s play for you!”

Destek laughs heartily, throwing his head back. “You Earthlings are cute thinking y—“

A high pitched scream. Destek falls heavy to the ground, Pidge with him. The sentries power down and clank to the metal floor of the command deck.

Lance dissipates his bayard into his armor and runs.

“Pidge? Pidge!? Are you okay? Talk to me!” he says desperately, sliding to his knees beside her.

Destek is dead.

But Pidge moans in pain and Lance is grateful because that means she’s still alive. There is a gash in her armor, right below her shoulder, blood already staining the white armor. Just a little bit lower and he’d have hit her heart.

The thought sobers him.

He drags her off the commander. There is a hole in his chest, the bullet went right through Pidge and into him - as Lance intended and Pidge expected when she called for the shot.

“I’m so sorry, Pidge,” he breathes.

Pidge’s eyes clenched shut, her teeth grit in pain. “I t-told you to do it, it was our only option. I-I’ll be fine,” she grinds out.

“I could have killed you,” he says quietly,

Pidge has the audacity to laugh, though she quickly descends into groaning in pain for her movement. “No you wouldn’t have, Lance. You never miss when it c-counts.”

Tears cloud his vision. She did think he was a good shot. He knew she trusted him after working side by side for so long as Paladins, but hearing it like this… it means more than he can express.

He taps his comm on. “If you can can expedite the prisoner extraction that’d be great, Pidge is okay but she’ll need a pod.”

“Copy that, Lance,” Shiro responds. “We’re nearly done. Stay where you are, Keith is bringing Red around and making a shortcut to you.”

Lance sighs in relief. He adjusts Pidge to lie flat on the floor and presses his hands down on her wound to stop the bleeding.

Crisis averted.

His hands can’t stop shaking.

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rainforestgeek · 5 years

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a little post-canon Plance oneshot

Prompt: “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.” (courtesy of Pinterest)

AO3 link here

“Hello?”

“Can I stay at your place tonight?”

“Hey Lance, nice to hear from you.”

“Look, Pidge, I’ve had a rough day and I really need a drink and an evening with my best friend.”

“Yeah, sure. Movie?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

Ten minutes after the phone call Pidge buzzed Lance into her building. He turned up at her door still in his Galaxy Garrison officer’s uniform, hair a complete mess, and his messenger bag over his shoulder.

“Did you come here straight from work?” She asked.

Lance collapsed in a heap on the couch. “I stopped for a burger on the way.”

Pidge went into her room. The bottom drawer of her dresser was all Lance’s stuff, mostly spare clothes. She picked sweats and a T-shirt at random and tossed them at his face on her way to the kitchen. “Get changed then come and pick your poison.”

He shot her a lazy salute then hauled himself to the bathroom. Pidge considered her booze cabinet. Last time Shiro was here he’d expressed a lot of concern about how much alcohol she kept at her place. Once a space dad, forever a space dad, and it’s only gotten worse since he and Curtis adopted a baby a few months ago.

Really, she just liked having a variety to pick from. She’s had some of these bottles for three or four years.

Pidge poured herself a scotch. Lance emerged and sat himself on the stool across the counter from her. He seemed marginally less cranky.

“What can I get you?” She playfully tossed a kitchen towel over her shoulder like a bartender.

“Got any Coke left?”

“Yep.”

“Then a rum and coke, please.”

“Coming right up.” Lance just rested his head in his hand while he watched her mix the drink. Pidge half expected him to drink it all in one go when she slid the glass over. But he closed his eyes and took one sip, as if savoring the taste.

“Thanks Pidge.”

“Any time.” She picked up her own drink. “So what brings you down to the local watering hole tonight?”

“At least half my students failed their flight midterms.” He took a deeper swig of his drink. “The other faculty are riding my ass to improve their scores.”

Pidge frowned. “That sounds like it’s on the kids.”

He rubbed his forehead, eyebrows all scrunched together. “But I’m their instructor, right? Their work reflects mine. I’m worried I’m not cut out for teaching them.”

“These are recruits, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Half of them are getting weeded out of the program after this year anyway.”

He grunted.

She chewed her lip. Pidge wasn’t one for empty platitudes. It felt too much like lying and not substantial enough to be of any help. That said, she’d learned the hard way Lance was sensitive and didn’t always respond to super direct advice.

Actually that did give her an idea. “You haven’t been teaching long, Lance. Some of it’s going to be trial and error. So if you think they’re not learning, try a different method.” She took his free hand and rubbed his fingers where they curled around hers. “Don’t beat yourself up about it. You’ll figure it out. Also...I know you. I know you’ll be there for your students no matter what. There’s no way you’re not ‘cut out’ for this.”

Lance gave her such a soft smile her bones suddenly became like 30% jelly. He leaned forward a bit and kissed her cheek. “Thank you, Pidge. I’m lucky you’re in my life.”

Pidge’s face heated. She awkwardly extracted her hand and downed the rest of her scotch. Then poured herself another. “Any time. Next time I have a robot explode I’ll come crying about it to you and crash at your place again.”

Lance held out his glass towards hers expectantly. She clinked them together and they both drank. “It’s practically a tradition now. I have like half of your pajamas at home.”

They moved to the couch and continued talking for a while. Catching up with him felt nice. Actually, nice wasn’t strong enough a word. His presence felt warm and comforting. A metaphorical fuzzy blanket. Both their schedules were so busy that Pidge hadn’t properly seen him in over a week. That was...too long.

When Pidge started yawning Lance tugged her up and led her to her bed. He collapsed on the other side. She liked to sprawl out at night and had spared no expense in getting a huge bed to do so. With so much room to spare, it seemed cruel to relegate Lance to the couch so this was their usual arrangement.

With a good foot of space between them.

Tonight, if Pidge felt Lance’s arm slide over her waist and his nose nuzzle into her hair, she didn’t say anything.

#vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron #plance #pidgance #flirtyrobot #katie holt #pidge #lance #lance mcclain #plance fic #fic #fanfic #future fic #galaxy garrison #garrison officer lance #pre relationship #plance friendship #implied plance

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azuleif · 6 years

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Just some messy doodles

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justpidgance · 7 years

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Once Lance and Pidge are in the point in the relationship where they're pretty much dating but not dating, Pidge off hand jokes that Lance wouldn't like her cause he thought she was a boy until she revealed her sex(masking her insecurities fcourse) and Lance is just like yeah, but you were an unfairly attractive boy and 6/6 would 100% kiss and that's how Pidge finds out Lance started liking her when she was posing as a he

OH SNAP

Good

#lance falling for both pre and after reveal is beautiful to me #plance #asks #anon

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maychorianrecs · 7 years

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Build on Shaky Ground by Engineer104

Build on Shaky Ground by Engineer104 Words: 3,337 Author’s Summary: Sometimes Lance dangles the carrot of friendship in front of Pidge's face; sometimes Pidge refuses to take a bite For Pidge Ship Week, Day 1: Trust Comments: Tagged as possible romantic Plance but can be read platonic. I like fics that treat platonic relationships with all the depth and complexities of romantic relationships. A lot. Nothing is really resolved at the end of this one, but you can see the threads of friendship starting to be woven between them, and that’s beautiful.

#voltron legendary defender #ch: pidge #ch: lance #ambiguously romantic #ch: hunk #platonic plance #pre series #angst #complete #length: 2k to 5k #week 46

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artsyjesseblue · 1 month

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I promised you a Plance Dance, art print, gold leaf embellished. Because we love them.

This power couple has conquered my heart bit by bit; I was feeling and hoping for them throughout the VLD seasons, and after. The more I wrote them into my stories, the more I read your fanfics as well, the more I enjoyed discovering the “tango” that life puts them through.

So here they are, ready to bloom onto your retinas, passionate and graceful, green and blue, elegant and sparkly, dancing their tango of ups and downs, triumphs and sorrows, finding their identity, their resilience, their unity. There is power in Green, there is strength of character in Blue. They clash, they mingle, they struggle, they learn from mistakes and they come back together. I love them so much. And gold leaf, because they shine bright.

This giclée is printed on a 11x14” (28 x 35.5 cm) watercolor bright white archival paper, with Canon Lucia inks and hand-embellished with Schabin composition leaf. Here is the link to my Ko-fi listing. *** Since this is a labor-intensive artwork (the magnifying glass is my friend and I might turn into a gold flake gremlin after this, haha), it’s going to be a PRE-ORDER, so I can have time to properly gild each art print. I’ll keep the pre-order open for a week or more depending on the demand, and post updates for you here when I close it.

#plance #plance fanart #vld merch #vld art prints #pidge #vld lance #giclee #vld fanart #pidgeance #voltron #merch #I'm a sucker for accurate color reproduction so Giclee was the way #especially because I WANTED a specific dark blue-green background for my Plance babies #I'd say teal - but with a smidge more blue in it #which is not supported by cmyk printing #Long live Adobe RGB and Giclees!

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izlaria · 3 years

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Someone you like (part 1, updated)

After uploading the first part of my plance fic here, I ended up writing more on that same period of time. It’s not much, but I thought I would add it anyway.

This fic is based on the “Someone you like” animatic by honestlyprettychill. Their work is super bomb, so I ask you guys to go check it out and give the artist some love. With this update, I’m hoping to have wrapped up on the pre-Garrison time period, and I have already started writing Pidge’s pov of their time as students, so you’ll have that to look foward to, if you end up enjoying this fic. My other post has more disclaimers, so you can find it here. This story is also available on AO3.

The part I added comes after the -- that I used as a page break.

Thanks to everyone who has liked and reblogged this verse. Feel free to add comments in the tags or to straight up come talk to me. I love feedback.

Spanish to English translations at the end.

14 and 12 years old

The truth was that Lance went to Space Camp because Veronica could be a little pest. She knew their parents wouldn’t let her go alone and so had enticed her younger brother with the promise of travel and foreign girls and no parental supervision.

Veronica had obviously left out the fact that they were essentially going to school on steroids for a month, smack in the middle of their summer break. Cool as Miami might seem, Lance wasn’t exactly excited for all the extra work the camp would entail.

“No es un acampamiento,” his sister repeated for what felt like the thousandth time. He wasn’t listening anymore. “Tú sabes que el campo de explotación espacial no está muy desenvuelto en Cuba. Si realmente quieres trabajar con eso, entonces simplemente cállate y no insultes a nadie.”

“¿Cuando he insultado a alguien?” he shot back, defensive. Veronica didn’t dignify that with an answer.

As much as Lance might like to think himself very smooth, there were still times when he stumbled over his words, especially in English. More than once he’d meant to pay someone a compliment and had accidentally started an argument of some kind.

Veronica looked impatiently at her watch. “Mira, tengo una reunión con mi orientador. Y tú tienes por lo menos dos artículos para leer para las clases de mañana, ¿por qué no vas a la biblioteca para trabajar un poco? Prometo comprarte una hamburguesa después.”

Lance pouted at her, arms crossed over his chest. “Me debes más que una hamburguesa y lo sabes, Ronie.”

His sister snickered, but it was as much of an acknowledgement as he was going to get. Veronica pressed a quick kiss to his hair, already turning to go into the main building.

“¡Gracias, hermanito! ¡No te arrepentirás!”

In all honesty, Lance wasn’t as irritated as he made Veronica believe. He knew that a summer program in Miami was a really good opportunity, especially if he wanted to get into the Garrison in the following years. It was just difficult.

He was diligent and studious, but not as naturally gifted as some of the other kids. Besides, he hadn’t been to the US in a couple years, since his parents had mostly settled down in the family farm, which meant he still had to fall back into his English, a task made even more frustrating by the xenophobic comments from one of the boys in his AP geometry class.

The teacher had put an end to it right away, but the words stuck with Lance, for some reason.

With how much humanity had progressed in terms of technology, one would think they would be able to get past petty rivalry between nationalities and usually that was true, but the influx of foreigners following the establishment of the Galaxy Garrison in the US desert still annoyed some people, despite its existence as a multinational center for space exploration. It irritated Lance to no end, especially when so many of these scientific advances came from international collaboration.

If only he could shrug off the inadequacy that now grew in his chest.

Straight ahead, there was a path that led to a green area in the middle of the campus. The other students had taken to calling it the Woods, though it was more of a middle-sized park, with benches and picnic tables where anyone from the Institute could go to relax. That’s where Lance went, mind too full to really focus on homework.

He wondered if people would react that same way if he ever made it into the Garrison. He didn’t know how Veronica dealt with it all, especially when she was alone in Arizona most of the time. Barely a week had passed and Lance already missed his parents, the tenderness of home-cooked food and well-intended lectures.

No, he had to believe that Billy Underwood was an exception. The other kids hadn’t joined in on his taunts, even if no one had moved to defend Lance. It was still too early to make conclusions on his colleagues, especially when everyone had seemed so charmed by him before then.

Lance was so lost in thought that he didn’t realize he had been standing in front of one of the benches until a new voice broke through the peace of the park.

“Are you just gonna stand there?”

The words were somewhat harsh, but when Lance lowered his eyes to their source the girl winced, grimacing. She seemed to have spoken impulsively.

“Hmm, yeah.” Lance blinked at her for a moment, before finally sitting down on the bench. He made sure to leave space between him and the girl, not wanting to make the situation even more awkward.

“I didn’t mean to snap at you,” the girl said after a moment of silence. She looked at him sideways and her brown eyes seemed almost golden in the sunlight. There were freckles spread across the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks, and the green ribbon in her hair swayed in the wind. It was a soft sight, a contrast to the steeliness of her posture and gaze.

“It’s fine,” Lance hurried to assure her. She looked young, but so did he, and talking to complete strangers never failed to make him nervous. “Nothing like a little girl yelling at me to bring me back to earth.”

He gave her his best grin, the one reserved for first impressions and fancy parties. It was supposed to project confidence and kindness, even though Luis said he ended up looking a bit smug.

“I didn’t yell,” the girl pointed out with a light frown. Then her eyes shifted into a more calculating look. “You’re a bit of a goofball, aren’t you?”

“I prefer the term good-humored,” he replied jokingly.

She continued to stare. Lance got the feeling that the girl did this a lot. She had an untamed intelligence to her that Lance couldn’t completely understand. It was the sort of air that teachers sometimes carried, as if they could see something deeper in you if they looked long enough.

“It didn’t seem like you were feeling all that good-humored just now.” She tilted her head to the side, letting the words hang between them.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s true,” Lance found himself saying.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” She looked so doubtful that it almost made Lance laugh. The feeling, however, was overcome by the relief of finally having someone who would listen.

He had spent the week trying and failing to explain to Veronica what was truly making him feel down. She was too busy or too happy for Lance to tell her the truth, especially when it left him so vulnerable. After all, Veronica had taken to her work on the Institute like a fish to water. Lance was supposed to be more adaptable than this.

With the rest of his family away in Cuba, he felt unbearably lonely.

“Yes! Thank you!” Lance shifted in the bench to face the girl. She was taken aback by his enthusiasm, but didn’t move away. “There’s this cabrón in my class, who thought it was a good idea to mess with me, just ‘cause I said fábrica instead of factory in our first day here. He hasn’t really left me alone since…” he whined. “I speak two languages but somehow I’m the uneducated ass here!”

The girl nodded, eyes downcast. “I know what you mean.”

“You do?” He eyed the fairness of her skin and the almost ginger of her hair. “Sorry, but you look white.”

Lance’s comment must have taken her by surprise, because she actually laughed.

“I am white. I’m also Italian.” She rolled her eyes, but there was amusement in the tug of her lips. “I can be both.”

“That’s true.” Lance grinned sheepishly. It was good that she wasn’t offended by his lack of filter. “You don’t have much of an accent, though.”

“Neither do you,” the girl bit back, no real animosity in her tone.

He shrugged. “My family spent a lot of time in the US when I was younger. It used to be second nature to me. Now, I keep feeling like I have to hold back the instinct to roll my R’s.”

“I get that. My parents moved here right after I was born, but we used to speak Italian in the house.” There was a pause here, something that she couldn’t bring herself to say. “I think it’s cool that you can speak Spanish. It’s useful.”

“Yeah?” Lance sat up straight, feeling suddenly boastful.

“Sure!” she continued, encouraged by his interest. “The Bouman Aeronautics Research Institute really values multiculturalism! It is a hob of different nationalities and perspectives, created to foster new minds from around the world! Or that’s what my brother says, at least, and he is rarely wrong.” She gave him a smirk that quickly shifted into a grimace. “Don’t tell him I said that or he will never let me forget it.”

“Older brother?” At her nod, Lance smiled. “I got older siblings too. Sort of the reason I’m here in the first place, actually. One of them was accepted as a researcher and she tricked me into applying too.”

“Same, actually.” She seemed startled for a moment, pulling out her cellphone. “Freak, I have to go! I completely lost track of time while reading.” She got up to go, collecting the book she’d apparently put down to talk to him. It was a thick volume with numbers on the cover, but it didn’t look like math.

Another green ribbon fluttered to the ground, having escaped the pages of the book. Lance bent down to pick it up.

“Here.” He stretched it out to the girl. “Wouldn’t want to lose its pair,” he said with a wink.

“Thanks for reminding me!” She grabbed the ribbon hurriedly, then paused, turning back to Lance. “And for the conversation, I guess.”

Lance grinned at her. She was a little awkward but in an endearing way, like she wasn’t used to having the attention of others on her. Given she empathized with his circumstances in the Institute, it wasn’t that big of a leap to assume that she had trouble making friends.

“Bye bye, Italian girl.” He waved, glad that he could spend these few minutes with her.

“Farewell, Spanish boy.”

Lance meant to correct her about his nationality, but she took out running, clearly late for something. He laughed at the way she stumbled across the uneven ground, careless like a little kid. It was a strange juxtaposition: the thoughtfulness of her earlier words and the childishness of her smile now.

He settled back into the bench, feeling much more content than he’d been earlier. It was nice to talk to people outside of class, for a change.

And, well, Italian girl was pretty. A bit young-looking for him, but he thought guys her age should be tripping over their feet for a chance to talk to her.

“Hey, you’re Lance, right?” A boy had approached while Lance observed the girl disappear from sight. He was tall and robust, with shortly cropped hair, but his expression was friendly. “You’re in my Analytics class.”

It took Lance a second to place him. Analytics was one of the classes Lance struggled with the most, so he hadn’t had as much opportunity to joke around there.

“And you’re Hunk!” Lance snapped his fingers, smiling. “Sit down, man! What can I do for ya?”

“No, I promise you, she’s a cutie!” Lance exclaimed, hands waving around in the air. Hunk chuckled at his exuberance.

“I believe you, Lance.” His friend’s tone was fond and amused, which brought a smile to Lance’s face. “You’ve told me about Italian girl a hundred times already. Why don’t you just approach her again? You said you saw her on campus.”

It was true, he had seen her: running across the woods with her arms full of books; sitting by the big windows in the cafeteria, papers spread across the nearby seats; standing under an oak tree with her face turned towards the wind, her long hair escaping from where she’d tied it back.

Lance pouted at Hunk. “She hasn’t spoken to me since…” he mumbled.

“Well,” Hunk scrunched up his brows in thought, “you did say she seemed younger than us. She’s probably just embarrassed about venting to a stranger out of nowhere.”

Lance threw himself onto his bed so that Hunk wouldn’t see his face contort in a grimace. He hadn’t meant to twist the story so badly, but he had already started talking about Italian girl before he realized he didn’t want to share his insecurities with the other boy. Hunk was almost excessively easy to talk to, but they’d known each other for too short a time.

“She didn’t seem like the shy type,” he retorted, arms spread over his head. “Too snipy.”

Hunk had gotten up from his place at the desk and moved to sit on the bed, shaking his head at Lance. He had kind eyes, something that Lance hadn’t really noticed on that first week in the Institute. Some things just got lost amid the noise, he reasoned.

“For someone who feels no shame hitting on random girls, you sure are hung up on this one.” Hunk poked him on the ribs and Lance recoiled, twisting away.

“It’s not like that!” Even as he said it, Lance could feel his neck grow warm. He wasn’t really attracted to the girl, but there was something pleasant about her that did leave him faltering. “Seriously, dude, she’s probably the same age as my little sister!”

Hunk hummed in acceptance. “If you say that’s not it, then I believe you. You just talk about her a lot for someone who you only met once.”

Lance sat up to look Hunk in the eyes. It was true that his mind kept drifting back towards that girl, but he didn’t think the emotion she awakened in him was romantic.

“I’ve just never clicked with anyone like that,” he confessed, bringing his knees up to his chest. “And maybe that’s also why I haven’t talked to her again. ‘Cause what if it was a hoax?”

“So you don’t want to ruin the memory of it?” Hunk put a finger to his chin in a considering motion. “That’s fair.”

There was more to it, but Lance didn’t feel like explaining himself further. Several times he had gone by Italian girl in the library, even stopped to look at her, considering, but whenever she raised those amber eyes to meet his, Lance froze. He blushed and blustered and eventually left.

It was nice to see her smiling, though, even if it was at his expense. She was always alone when Lance saw her and it reminded him of how isolated he’d felt before befriending Hunk.

Italian girl was clearly smart, probably smarter than almost anyone in the institute, given how fast she went through those complicated-looking books. She also spent a lot of time in the library, because it was where Lance most ran into her. It was always her and her astronomy books and her ribbons.

Maybe he was projecting. Luis said he did this a lot.

“I just hope she found a friend here,” he said, more to himself than to Hunk, “someone who will also end up a little late just because they want to hear her out.”

Hunk studied his face, making Lance shift his position in discomfort.

“Who could have known?” the boy started teasingly. “You’re actually a good guy behind all that arrogance.”

Lance used his elbow to push Hunk off the bed, complaining more dramatically than was truly warranted. His friend laughed as he got up, only to throw himself back onto Lance to mess up his hair.

“What the hell, dude? Going for my hairdo?” He tried to free himself from Hunk’s arm around his neck. “Friendship over! We are no longer rooming when we get to the Garrison!”

Hunk didn’t let up and the two continued to laugh well into the afternoon.

Their time in the Institute would end in a little over a week, and Italian girl would drift to the back of Lance’s mind to become a lovely memory, just the afterimage of someone who could have meant more to him.

Translations:

“No es un acampamiento.Tú sabes que el campo de explotación espacial no está muy desenvuelto en Cuba. Si realmente quieres trabajar con eso, entonces simplemente cállate y no insultes a nadie.” - “It’s not a camp. You know that the field of space exploration is not very well developped in Cuba. If you really do want to work in this area, then simply shut up and don’t insult anyone.”

“¿Cuando he insultado a alguien?” - “When have I insulted anyone?”

“Mira, tengo una reunión con mi orientador. Y tú tienes por lo menos dos artículos para leer para las clases de mañana, ¿por qué no vas a la biblioteca para trabajar un poco? Prometo comprarte una hamburguesa después.” - “Look, I have a meeting with my coordinator. And you have at least two articles to read for tomorrow’s classes. Why don’t you go work for a bit in the library? I promise to buy you a burger later.”

“Me debes más que una hamburguesa y lo sabes, Ronie.” - “You owe me more than a burger and you know it, Ronie.”

“¡Gracias, hermanito! ¡No te arrepentirás!” - “Thank you, little brother! You won’t regret it!”

Cabrón - Bastard

#plance #flirtyrobot #Pidgance #lidge #cyance #voltron #vld #vld lance #pidge gunderson #voltron legendary defender #vld fanfiction #lance mcclain #vld syl verse

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numbah34 · 4 years

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I am so very excited to be a part of Happily Ever After: a Plance Zine ! I am so honored to have been allowed to contribute to this zine (my very first!!!). I am looking forward to seeing all of our hard work in print, and I hope others are just as excited! A lot of love and care went into this project, and at a time when we all needed to feel connected with one another. I hope when you get your copy, you will also feel that sense of connectedness and community as you enjoy the fruits of our labor along with us!

To celebrate pre-orders opening, here’s a little peek of one of my pieces included in the zine. This is from my collaboration with the ever-fabulous @rueitae! Intrigued? See the full version of the art and read the story it accompanies by purchasing the zine, and support WHO’s COVID-19 Response Fund!

@planceeverafter

#plance #pidgance #flirtyrobot #34's art #ever after plance zine #plance zine #pidge #lance #so excited!!!#what DOES that horse see?#all will be answered!#GET HYPE FOR HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!!#@planceeverafter

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nonamenotitles · 4 years

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Scarecrow in Brazil

Jonathan Crane in Brazil!

He first went with Pamela to the Amazon rainforest, she loves the biodiversity and lore. It's got its name when spanish invaders found a tribe made of only women and said girls kicked the colonizers butts, so they thought they've found the legendary Amazons.

Pamela wanted to study the Terra Preta (black soil) which is a soil very fertile found through the forest invented by the indiginous commumities pre-columbus.

John wanted to study plants and fungus for his fear toxins, Pamela hates him, but she needs help smuggling plants from the forest.

After their research is complete, the scarecrow travels and tries to poison the water supply of a small town. Only to fail because the tecnology of my people is superior.

As I mentioned in my post Scarecrow, Brazil and T-posing, a very popular thing in homes here is a filter made of clay, that was internationally recognized as the best type of filter.

Frustrated he decided to explore the big cities. He enjoyed Recife for it's the most haunted city in Brazil.

I like to think he went to a small town near São Paulo called Paranabiacaba (from tupi-guarany, the place from where you can see the sea) another Haunted planced here.

Because of the British vibe here happens a Steampunk convention every year ( I love it)

There's witch convention's here too every year.

Aaand the UFO observers convention, because there's been UFO sights in the town.

Jonathan thought about how much Jervis would like this place, since it was heavily influenced by the british, who've buit the railways for deliverying trades and goods.

Every day a thic fog falls in the town, it's called o Véu da Noiva (The Bride's veil) said to be a curse from a ghostly bride.

The last place he visited was São Paulo, he was amazed by the Bairro da Liberdade, a place that came to be from the black community and the japanese community, heavily influenced by both. Brazil has the largest number of japanese people outside from Japan.

A Universidade do Largo São Francisco is a public university of Law, the best in the country.

John learned about Álvares de Azevedo because he has a statue of him in front of the university.

The statue was at first locatedin another place in Liberdade, but eventully the law students stole it and displayed in front of the building.

At night hordes of students went down a street to go home, so the streen was named Rua dos Estudantes.

Alvares de Azevedo went trhough a shortcut by the Cemitério dos Aflitos (Cemetery of the Aflicted), nowaday the cemetery was moved elsewhere but the chapel with a popular saint is still there.

We have a street plaque pointing to Rua dos Estudantes (Student's Street) and it's street alongside... Rua dos Aflitos (The Afflicted's Street).

John found it very amusing ad appropriated.

Well Alvares de Azevedo lived in of an all paited black mansion from one of the mistress of Dom Pedro I, King of Portugal. It had the statue of a faun in it's front.

No wonder he became the most famous writer of Gothic Literature in Brazil.

NOW THE STAROF THE SHOW!

Long time ago the university had a secret society, rumours says it had great influence in the director and even in deciding professor's positions.

It started with a professor creating a club/sistem so older students could pass down their used books to the newer students, helping each other a lot because books are expensive.

It became popular and grew and grew and with it the professor became influentional.

And then Jonathan Crane cut his vacation short because he was DONE. HE COULD HAVE HAD ALL THIS POWER, I DID TRY TO MAKE BOOKS MORE ACCESIBLE TO STUDENTS. I COULD HAVE MADE A CULT. WITH ENOUGH INFLUENCE TO FIRE TOSE BASTARDS WHO FIRED ME OVER THAT GUN INCIDENT.

I COULD HAVE FIIIIIREEED THEM AAAALLLLLL.

GODAMMIT.

@weyoun

#scarecrow #Jonathan Crane #brazil #batman

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