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Daisuke: "B-Brother, where's my mask? I can't find it!"

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His safety comes before nostalgia, anyways. If now’s not the right time, it’s not the right time.

Character you were most surprised to end up writing

No worries! I’m definitely a multi-shipper for all characters. Lance is just my favorite~ (Hunk is my second fave) and speaking of…I can’t resist your Hance request ^^

#37 Meeting in prison AUHance/Leg Day - Hunk and LanceBefore they met, Garrison days, Canon-divergentFeat. Pidge and Matt Holt

Hunk paced the floor of the small holding cell, staring down at his feet. He was in so much trouble. How on Earth was he going to get out of this? What would his mom think?! 

Oh gosh. His mom. She was going to kill him. 

And what about his scholarship? Out the window. He was going to have to wash dishes in the Garrison kitchen until he paid back the tuition he just blew by getting himself expelled.

He was in for it. He was–

“Hey, could you maybe sit down?” a voice pulled him from his depression spiral. Hunk looked up and noticed, for the first time, that he wasn’t alone in his cell. “There, that’s better,” the other boy said. He was probably Hunk’s age, with long limbs and a kind - though rather mischievous - expression on his face. He opened his mouth again, his dark blue eyes sparkling with mirth. “I was starting to get dizzy.” 

“Oh. Uh. Sorry.” Hunk swallowed and moved to sit on the side of the bench that the other wasn’t currently sprawled out upon. He was no longer pacing, but bouncing his knee, his fingers drumming on his thigh. He was in so much trouble–

“You okay?” the other boy asked.

Hunk turned and suddenly he was face to face with his cellmate. He jerked back in surprise, but it didn’t appear to phase him.

“You seem…stressed,” he said, cocking his head to the side.

Stressed? Stressed?! Stressed wasn’t the half of it. Hunk had gotten himself arrested! Arrested! He wasn’t going to last a day in prison! Though, honestly, he feared what awaited him on the outside even more.

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“You’re from the Garrison, too, huh?” He gestured toward Hunk’s uniform. He was still wearing it! Ugh, he should have changed.

“…yeah,” he answered, mind still reeling as he tried to calculate just how much trouble he was in.

“So, what’d you do?” the boy continued, leaning back against the wall and playing with his short crop of dark hair.

Hunk wet his lips, opening his mouth to reply, but he faltered. He had the right to remain silent, didn’t he?

Well, that didn’t stop the other boy from continuing their conversation all on his own. “Breaking and entering for me,” he said coolly, like it was something to brag about. “I wanted to log some extra time in on the flight simulator. You know, see if I could get myself bumped up to fighter class at the next test.” Then he sighed. “Guess I sort of botched that, huh?”

Unsure what to say, Hunk nodded. The other boy didn’t seem like a delinquent. And, honestly, his crime wasn’t completely terrible. He just wanted to practice after hours.

“The name’s Lance, by the way,” he said, finally introducing himself. “And you are?”

“Oh.” Hunk shot up, turning toward him and stretching out his hand. “Hunk.”

“Hunk,” Lance repeated, taking the offered hand. “Nice. It suits you.”

With a slight flush, Hunk bobbed his head, retracting his hand and setting it on his lap.

“So, Hunk. Now that we’re acquainted,” Lance went on, “You wanna tell me what a nice-looking kid like you did to end up behind bars?”

Hunk grimaced. For a millisecond, he’d forgotten about his current predicament. “Uh.” He cleared his throat. Lance had shared with him. It was only fair. “I’m, uh…pledging the science fraternity.”

At that, Lance’s thin eyebrows shot up. “Whoa. So, you’re, like, super smart, then.”

“Not smart enough to avoid getting arrested,” Hunk replied dryly. “We were in the middle of initiation and they said all new members had to do it, so…” he trailed off with a sigh. “Anyway, I don’t know why I let them talk me into egging the faculty barracks.”

Lance stared at him, wide-eyed. “Oh…my…”

“I know!” Hunk lamented. “And it wouldn’t have been so bad, but, uh, one of the other new guys sort of…accidentally…um…” He bit his lower lip. “…hit Iverson in the face when he came out to see what all the noise was…”

“Oh, no! Seriously?!” Lance doubled over, clutching his stomach as he erupted with laughter. “I would love to have seen that!”

“Yeah, well. It wasn’t pretty,” Hunk clarified, though he felt the corners of his lips start to quirk up.

“Hold on. Hold on.” Lance stopped laughing and wiped at his eyes. “If you weren’t the one who hit him, then how did you end up in here? Where are they?”

“Well, I couldn’t let them get caught!” Hunk defended. “Besides, they seemed to be pretty scared of Iverson, so-”

“Ugh. Who isn’t?” Lance snorted. “Okay, so you made a little mess. No big deal.” He shook his head. “They’ll let you off with a warning…and some community service, if you know what I mean.” He pantomimed what Hunk could only assume was scrubbing.

Oh. Hunk hoped so. He wasn’t cut out for the slammer.

“Anyway.” Lance stood up just as the door to the room swung open. In walked a security guard and another man in his twenties. “Thanks for picking me up…again.”

“You’re lucky it was me who got the call and not mom,” he said, sparing Hunk a quick glance before turning his full attention on Lance. “C’mon. Let’s go before they change their mind about releasing you.”

Lance had the decency to look sheepish as the guard unlocked the cell. Then he turned toward Hunk. “See? No big deal. I’m sure you’ll be out of here in no time, big guy.”

Hunk gulped, but nodded, watching as Lance was led out of the room.

Not even two minutes passed before the door swung open again, with such a force that it slammed against the wall. Pidge burst in, tears filling their eyes. And right behind them was the chapter president of the fraternity, their older brother, Matt.

“Hunk!” Pidge gripped the bars. “I’m so sorry this happened! This is all my fault!”

Getting over his initial shock, Hunk walked over to them, placing a hand over theirs. “Hey, it’s okay. Better me than you.” At that, Pidge sobbed.

“Well, lucky for the both of you, I was able to pull some strings,” Matt said, flicking his bangs out of his eyes.

“I should hope so!” Pidge snapped. “This is your fault, too, Mr. President.”

Matt flushed for a moment before he continued, “Hunk will be released and you’ll both get off with a simple letter of apology.”

Hunk blinked. “That’s it?” 

“That’s it,” Matt confirmed.

“And my…mom doesn’t know?” he questioned.

“Hey,” Matt began. “What happens in Psi Phi, stays in Psi Phi.”

“Your frat needs a better name,” Pidge remarked and then stepped away from the bars.

The guard unlocked the door and Hunk was free. It almost seemed too good to be true. But it was exactly as his cellmate had said. “Lance was right,” he mused.

“Who?” Pidge asked and then Hunk shook his head, banishing the thoughts of the cute boy who’d calmed him down.

“Nothing,” he said before his stomach gave a mighty growl. “Hey, think the kitchens are still open?”

Oops. This went long. ^^;; I hope you liked it, though! Thanks for the ask!! ♥Thanks for reading it over @francowitch (I really need to remember to tag people more often. I get so much help, lol)

Numbah 10!

I got delayed by birthdays and hyperfocus, but as promised, I did add to this! Thank you for the support and I hope you enjoy!

“No wonder you don’t get laid,” Len marveled. “Even if you had the time between two full time jobs, people’ll ask too many questions when you turn into their own personal vibrator.”

Hi there, fellow dancer!

First of all, and before I jump right into answering this amazing prompt with my ideas and hcs, I wanted to thank you for sending this!! I won’t go into detail about the very heated discussion I had with Mod Jup at 9am because of this ask (jup, i know you will read this eventually and i’ll have you know that isamu is gorgeous and so is his hair, stop judging his very cute and soft mullet), but I will admit that it was a nice message to receive and I think all of the other mods agree that this is super cool.  So, thank you!

Ok, that being said, let’s start talking about your amazing idea, shall we?

My first immediate thing to say is that in Sven, Slav and Guns of Gamara’s reality, Lance’s counterpart would 100% be Isamu Kurogane.

Yes, I mean this absolutely gorgeous man:

Now, if you’re like Mod Jup and think Isamu’s hair is ugly, just. just don’t tell me. I’ll get mad. His hair is BEAUTIFUL, SOFT AND LUCIOUS AND PERFECT TO RUN YOUR FINGERS THROUGH AND PLAY WITH. YEAH I HAVE EYES, I KNOW HE’S ROCKING A MULLET, YET HE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS, NOT LIKE AKIRA, LIKE SON, WHAT IS THAT HAIR

Now, he is older than VLD Lance and did recieve a different kind of training/is definitely more experienced than Lance is.  He’s also around his twenties, I believe.

So, basically, my headcanon is that in this alternate reality Lance’s counterpart is Isamu.

Onto my next hc in regards to what you’re asking, I think Kolivan would be the younger one.  Not too young, though.  Since we are talking about a younger version of Kolivan (whose name might or might not change, up to you if alternate reality-Koli has a different name), he probably would be shorter and less… broad.

I say this because of a personal hc of mine in which galras, like alteans, definitely have longer lifespans than humans do, so their growth process go on for longer periods of times.

This, of course, leaves room for this alternate reality Koli to grow.  Which, damn, so many possibilities right there.  I get excited just thinking about it.

Moving on:  How would each pair interact with their counterparts?

I think here an important thing to ask is if whether alternate-reality Kolivan and Isamu are together in a relationship or not.  

If they are, it can lead to less awkward moments and perhaps to a more joking relationship with Lance and Kolivan from the get go.  (When I say joking relationship I totally mean Isamu and Lance, Kolivan and Kolivan wouldn’t… joke openly, that is.)

If they aren’t together, then we can ask ourselves several things, like: do they have feelings for each other? If they do, are they aware the other has these feelings too or they are pining for each other like the oblivious guys they are?  Alternatively, if they aren’t together, is it because they are with somebody else?  If so, who?  Are they happy with who they are, or do they long for each other? Did they have an affair?  Were they a thing in the past and it didn’t work?  Or they never gave themselves a chance?

I could continue proposing questions to consider (I only proposed ship related ones), but I think I’ll stop there.

What I’m trying to say is that the answer to “how would each pair interact with their counterparts” is a huge IT DEPENDS.  It depends on the story you’re going for, the plot, etc.  Each possible answer to the handful of questions I wrote can lead to more questions and possibilities, exactly like the general idea of alternate reality does.

Without further context as to what kind of verse/plot/au you or anybody else might be going for, this is all I can say without forcing on you my preferences!