#lainafantasy

Saved this one for this month, and whaddya know? It’s your birthday today, so I hope you enjoy! Here goes!

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“Can you stay still for one second? You’re looking like goddamn jumping bean right now!”

Lance resisted the urge to flail his arms in the air, afraid of what would happen to the roses he had personally picked for the bouquet if he did. Instead, he chose to silently pout at Keith while he tried to calm his own insides before he threw up or did something worse from the nervousness.

“Well excuse me for being nervous!” Lance grumbled, looking over at the clock for what seemed to be the millionth time. “You would be too if you were about to do something like this.”

“Maybe so, but I sure wouldn’t be so obvious about it,” Keith fired back, “And would you stop looking at the clock? You know how Lotor is; the dude’s never been late for anything in his entire life.”

“I know that! I’m just…checking the time.”

Keith sighed, rolling his eyes at how terribly lame Lance’s excuse sounded. 

“Look, you’re gonna be fine, alright?” he said, placing a hand upon Lance’s shoulder. “Even if he says no, I’m sure he’ll feel flattered anyways, to know that someone like you cares a lot for him.”

Lance chuckled dryly, inspecting the roses to pass the time. “You’re talkin’ as if you already know what’s gonna happen. You a fortune teller or some shit, Mullet Man?” he teased.

“Wha- no, I’m just trying to-” Keith stopped his flustered sputtering when he heard what sounded like car tires crunching along gravel, going silent in order to make sure he wasn’t hearing things. He didn’t think so, as Lance had gone silent as well, both of them jumping when they heard the sudden slamming of a car door just outside of the JROTC building.

“Shit,shit,shit,” Lance exclaimed as softly as he could, feeling his heartbeat speeding up quickly, as if it wanted to just burst out of his chest right then and there. “He’s here!”

“Alright, alright, uh,” Keith said, trying to find some final words of encouragement before Lotor walked in. “Look, Lance, you can do this, okay? I know you can; you’re amazing and kind and all that great shit; there’s almost no way he’s gonna say no.”

He put his hands on the Cuban boy’s shoulders as if he were a football coach about to give a player a pep talk, only this one wasn’t about scoring a touchdown, it was about scoring a date, and it was going to be a lot shorter because, well…he was right outside!

“You’ve got this, Lance!” he told him, hoping Lance would absorb some of the fire from his words. “Every interaction you guys have had has ultimately led up to this moment, and it’s gonna pay off, I can feel it. You’re gonna get your guy tonight, Lance, I know it. Now go and get him; I’ll be right outside, okay?”

“Alright!” Lance told him, gripping the flowers with a newfound sense of confidence, watching him rush behind a corner and run off into the hurt room. He hid the flowers behind his back, praying they wouldn’t be noticeable.

He looked back anxiously after a moment, wondering whether he should stay or bolt after Keith and just abandon the whole idea, but before he could, he heard the door burst open loudly. He swiveled his head around at breakneck speed, barely managing to contain in a startled yelp, facing a slightly wide-eyed Lotor. Lance began to panic at the odd expression on his crush’s face, thinking he had done something wrong already.

“Uh,” he began nervously, trying so hard not to stutter, “You okay there, Tori?”

Lotor blushed, a bit embarrassed at his failure to hide the expression. 

“O-Oh, yes,” he said, a bit flustered, “It was just…well, you turned your head around so fast…I thought you were possessed or something for a second, that’s all. Did I scare you?”

Lance sighed, greatly relieved. “Uh, yeah, a bit,” he said, laughing a little with his words. “But it’s okay! I got you back, sorta…”

Lotor smiled, chuckling a bit. “Yes, I suppose so…anyways, you wanted to talk about something?”

“Yeah,” Lance said, suddenly finding it a bit harder to breathe. He didn’t care though, determined to go through with this no matter what. “It…It’s about…us.”

“Oh?” Lotor hummed, a bit concerned. “Have I done something wrong?”

“No, no!” Lance was quick to dispel any thoughts of Lotor having done something to hurt their friendship in any way. “No, it’s…look, Tori, we’ve been friends for a while, and it’s been great! I really like our friendship and all, but I…I’ve noticed something about myself…about my feelings towards you, and I…I can’t ignore them anymore.”

He paused, taking a deep breath to stabilize himself before continuing on. It wouldn’t last long though, so Lance thought it best to just…come out with his feelings right then and there instead of trying to formulate some sort of fancy speech as he went.

“I like you, Lotor,” he said, feeling the weight of the world coming off of his chest along with the words, “I like you a lot…maybe a little more than I’m comfortable admitting, just in case…you know. I don’t know when I started liking you more than a friend, I just know I do. I know it because every time I think about you it’s impossible to get the thought out of my head, or when you smile at me I always make it my goal to make you smile even brighter next time, or how my heart suddenly goes into cardiac arrest when you’re next to me.”

Lotor gave a little laugh at the last one, and the sound was like music to Lance’s ears. He grinned a bit, gaining more and more confidence as he went.

“There’s a whole list that I could go on and on about,” he said, “but there are some moments with you that…just make it real for me, that just push out any doubts about this being just some other thing, like when…when that thing happened to you with your dad last week, and you came to me?”

Lotor sucked in a breath between his teeth, remembering the horridness of the situation, and how kind Lance had been to him throughout it all.

 “I recall,” he said.

Lance nodded. “I have never, ever remembered being so…furious about something like I was about that. I remember holding you and just listening, and that’s when I knew. I wanted to be there for you and protect you and just…I wanted you with me, no matter what. I wanted to be the one who would always be there for you through thick and thin, because you’re worth it, Lotor! If I had to choose someone to be with for the end of time, I wouldn’t hesitate to pick you. You are everything to me, Tori, no doubt about it.”

Lotor could feel time slow around them with every word Lance said, feeling as if he would faint at any moment. This…this could not be happening. It was impossible!

“Lance,” he whispered, afraid to go any louder for some reason. “What are you saying?”

“I…I’m saying I want you to go out with me, Lottie,” Lance said, finally revealing the bouquet of purple roses, Lotor’s favorite. “Will you? Will you be my boyfriend?”

Lotor was frozen, or at least he felt that way. He slowly reached out for the bouquet, bringing them just below his chin, inhaling deeply, wanting to make sure this was real, that he wasn’t in a dream or hallucinating. The sweet, floral scent hit his senses, and he could feel tears spring up in his eyes, the reality of the situation finally registering with him. Lance…liked him like that, cared for him when no one else could. It made his heart skip a beat, to know that someone as sweet as Lance thought he was worth the world when he had always been told he’d never mean anything to anyone…of course he’d say yes! Besides, he too had started noticing he was beginning to like Lance beyond the terms of friendship.

His lip was quivering a bit too much for him to properly yes, too overcome with emotion, so instead he just nodded furiously, letting Lance joyfully take him and wrap him up in a warm embrace, returning it. They stood there for a while in the empty gym, clinging onto each other like they were the only ones left in the world.

Keith peeked out from behind the corner, about to call Lance’s name and ask if he was okay since he hadn’t heard anything for a while, but promptly shut his mouth when he saw the two wrapped in a loving hug. He smiled knowingly; he’d been right after all.

 Lance did get his guy tonight.~

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I know you asked for this a while ago, but I was actually kinda stumped with this one, so I decided to save it for this month. THEN I learned your birthday was today and I was like…ya know what would make a good birthday present??/

general means anything else besides horror, autumn/fall, and halloween. it can be fun coffeeshop AU, space pirate AU, time travel, etc.

You’re very welcome! I’m glad ^^ And, sure! I love these~

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“He lied to us,” Lance said with a pout, crossing his arms over his chest and trying his damnedest not to relax into the strong arms that came to wrap around him,“He’s one of them,” he continued with a petulant sniff.

“As am I,” Lotor replied, his long fingers stroking Lance’s tight jaw to soothe him, “Would you hold it against me?”

“Never!” Lance gasped, his eyes going wide before a sudden realization hit him - Keith may be half-werewolf, but so was Lotor, and that never made Lance love him any less, so why should he treat Keith any differently just because he’d tried to hide it? - “I’ve got to go find him,” Lance blurted before darting off into the forest at top speed.

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I cheated again. Using my little dashes to make it seem like one sentence. I’m the worst, lol.

(You can assume Lotor followed after him, btw)

In this AU, Lance is a vampire and both Keith and Lotor are half-vampire/half-werewolf hybrids. I hope it was okay ^^; Working with only three sentences (even when I cheat, lol) is really hard!

I sure am!! And what a perfect theme for MerMay~

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“We can’t keep meeting like this,” Lance sighed, a flurry of bubbles rushing out of his gills as he stared up at the other merman, whose pale, violet scales glinted in the moonlight shining through the water.

“And why not?” he asked in return, bringing a hand up to stroke the side of Lance’s face - a soft gesture, full of adoration and maybe something more…

“My princess won’t-” but Lance was cut off by a pair of cool lips pressing against his and causing all thoughts of betrayal and treason to float far away as he melted against his lover.

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(run-on sentences are really the only way I can make these short enough, haha)