I already have a fem!Lance AU and an Altean!LancexHuman!Allura AU, the latter which i haven’t even come up with designs for, plus I might make a fem!Keith AU as a companion to the first one but this morning my sister sings A Girl Worth Fighting For and my brain instantly decided: Mulan AU, starring Pidge as Mulan. Keith, Lance, and Hunk are Yao, Ling, and Chin Po respectively. Shiro is Shang (no romance because that would be weird). Coran is Mushu and I guess Allura is
Crikee the Emperor (just read this to my sister and she suggested this revision. Zarkon is Shan Yu. It’s kind of a weird AU because literally none of the characters are Chinese but an AU is an AU and I doubt I’ll put in a lot of effort into this one. I’m mainly writing this down to remind myself for later because I have too many ideas
“Somebody once told me that there’s two side to life
I might have accidentally let the darkness eat the light”
- Sing to Me by Missio
Between a shit ton of papers and my bachelor thesis I like to revisit this AU as a vent for stress and frustration… Eventhough it’s kinda sad. XD oh well… Guess the sheith emperor!AU will forever be my life…
more of my racebent! Alli doodles
i can’t stop myself.
More Red & Blue from ITau: four pics of Lance & Keith, in their older losers costumes, fighting some alien entity 😌 ❤️💙.
I’ve started a comic based off the book series by C.S. Pacat 😊
Lance: Hi, Keith!
I’m already behind fml😩
They walk all day the next day, and Lance tunes out the frantic worry coming out of Hunk’s mouth. What if they get attacked again, what if Lance isn’t really fine, what if they’re running out of time, what if what if what if. It gets on Lance’s nerves just a little, but he also understands that Hunk is a worrier.
The air is dry and hot, and even Pidge strips down to a mere spaghetti strap tank top. The heat drags them all down, making the walk that much longer. They spread out as they walk, no one within three feet of another person, and Lance would have a problem with that if it wasn’t so goddamn hot.
“Hey guys?” Pidge says. “Does anyone else hear that? Or am I hallucinating noise now?”
The group stops walking, but Keith didn’t stop fast enough before he crashed into Lance, who had been leading the slow march across the desert. “Dude.” Lance says, peeling, literally peeling himself away from Keith. Their skin sticks to each other and Lance cringes as the gross feeling when he and Keith separated.
“My bad.” Keith mumbles. That’s all that happens conversation wise, because in that moment noise registers in Lance’s ears. It sounds like metal hitting metal, almost like when it’s sword training at the camp.
“I hear it.” Shiro confirms aloud. Lance looks to him as he finishes swiping off a layer of grime and sweat from his arms. He and Shiro lock eyes, and then everyone is suddenly looking at Lance as well. “Should we check it out Lance?”
Lance looks at them in shock, surely looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Oh god a car would be so helpful right now. “Why Lance?” he says. “What does this have to do with Lance? Lance isn’t the leader, Shiro is the leader.”
“First of all. Stop talking about yourself in the third person, we don’t need your extra everything right now. Second of all, Lance is the leader, he just won’t act like it.” Pidge says, then with horror, “Oh god now I’m doing it too.”
Lance would laugh if everyone wasn’t nodding their heads to agree with Pidge. Even Hunk.
“Hunk! Et tu?” Lance cries in dismay, and Hunk shrugs at him.
“I mean it makes sense. You were the only one who could read the map, you were the one Macaria wanted to talk to in private, you’re the one Apollo went against Lord Zues to help when you were dying. And your life is on the line if we fail.” Hunk explains. Lance splutters in shock, then stutters out a counter argument.
“Shiro could die too!” Lance yells, making Shiro wince. He feels a little bad for that.
“Technically we don’t know if it could be Shiro. It might be Shiro, might be Allura, might be someone completely different that we aren’t thinking of. And then again, we don’t that’s exactly what that line of the prophecy meant. Prophecies are hard to interpret correctly ninety nine percent of the time.” Hunk says, not even stopping to breath. He opens his mouth to continue, probably to spiral into a rant about prophecies and ratios and numbers and stuff that only Pidge would understand. The technology dream team have an entire language that sounds like English, but that makes no sense at all to Lance and most other people.
He calls it nerd speak, they call him an ass.
“What he means to say,” Shiro cuts Hunk off. “Is that you’re the best person suited to making decisions until we know more about what we’re doing. Prophecies can be vague, but this one was completely unclear on what we’re supposed to be doing. And by arguing we’re wasting time, so make a decision.”
“Fine, let’s investigate the strange noises. Like we’re in a bad horror movie.” Lance grumbles. Shiro rolls his eyes and they start following the sound of the metal on metal. Lance hadn’t been paying much attention to their surroundings until now, so he only just notices the large plateau. It’s not close enough to the road for it to cast sweet sweet shade while they walked, but the distant noise comes from behind it.
Lance takes the lead, guiding them to the large rock.
“We should climb up in case it’s a threat so we can have the element of surprise.” Keith suggests as they cross into the shade of the giant rock. The temperature seems to drop by about ten degrees when the sun is blocked and Lance has never been more relieved.
“Sure.” Lance says, not even bothering to argue about his so called ‘leadership’ again. “I’ll go up first.”
Lance has hardly any trouble scaling the wall of the plateau. Years of climbing trees for vantage points during the war games gives him experience in knowing where the right places to put his hands and feet at for ease of ascent.
He makes it up onto the surface and back into the blazing sun faster than he would have liked, but he transforms his bow and creeps forward to the edge. The design on the bow is one of sculls and riches, the sign of Hades. And Pluto, technically, but he’s Greek, not Roman. Though no one would guess it with how much the gods refuse to claim him.
He crouches low to the edge and peeks over, keeping his bow knocked but loose.
What he sees almost resembles an army encampment, but from the age of swords and bows. There’s a few large, black tents kept close to the wall of the plateau, and an archery range off to the left of Lance’s viewpoint. It’s currently heavily occupied, a line of men and women shooting arrows almost faster than Lance can. Though, while Lance’s aim would have been perfect and he would have nailed the center of the wooden targets every time, these people are not quite so gifted.
In the distance, behind the targets, a small figure darts across the backside of the archery range, huddled behind a shield and gathering arrows.
To the right of the encampment is where the noises of metal on metal had come from, where the sword practice is happening. People are paired off to duel against each other, and these ones are more proficient at their craft than the so called archers. One in particular catches Lance’s sharp eye.
He’s big, like twice the size of Lance with nothing but muscle, and from what Lance can see he’s missing an eye. The injury doesn’t deter him from taking down five opponents at once in a very clean sequence of moves even Lance couldn’t pull off. The camp is surrounded by a hastily built wall, which doesn’t look very stable, but it does look like it would maim anyone who rushed at it with all those spikes. And at the very center of the camp a black flag flies, bearing the symbol pressed into the leather of the journal in his jacket pocket.
Lance scoots slowly back so he can go tell his friends what’s happening.
Just as Lance stands up, something strikes him in the head and he’s back on the ground. Lance groans and looks up, the sun blinding him from the face of who struck him for a moment. His vision swims, and Lance can make out is sharp male face and demonic smile.
He collapses back to the ground in unconsciousness, and all he can think about is how he needs to warn his friends, if they aren’t already taken or killed themselves.
Links coming soon
Allura from my old crossover with Beauty and the Beast
A little something that came up after I had a dream about this with a crossover and other movies.
Goddamn it, brain! When are you gonna stop giving me good ideas?!
post-canon fem klance yay
request from twitter