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poisonedfortunecookie · 5 years

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a moment of shance #49

(pre-shance, canon) The club was Lance's haven, the one place he could escape to and express himself. A place where no one knew him, and no one judge him. At first, it was simply curiosity, born from his budding sexuality that drove him there. Sure that it was just a phase, Lance saw the gay club as a challenge. A bit of harmless fun. He'd go in, maybe flirt a little, dance, and get it out of his system. But the club consumed him and revealed to him who he really was. However, taking that person outside the club was easier said than done, but Lance was working on that. Until then, the club was the only place he could truly be himself, and be the person he wanted to be. No one here knew that he was just a cargo pilot, a failure, a disappointment. Here he was popular, desirable. His looks and charm had earned him more than a few admirers, and several of the regulars had taken him under their wing. To them, he was a successful pilot at the Garrison, their youngest and brightest. The people he met here were impressed and hung off his every word. He was, of course, taking risks going there. Sneaking out after curfew and using a fake ID, but that only added to the thrill of being there. That was until he saw Lieutenant Takashi Shirogane sitting at the bar, apparently attempting to drink it dry.

Understandable, Lance, panicked. He bolted to the bathroom, locked himself in a cubicle and paced as much as the small space would allow. His first thought was that he had to leave. Get back to the Garrison and tuck himself up in his dorm before Shiro saw him there. But why should he leave? He argued with himself. Shiro was so far above and beyond Lance that it was unlikely he'd recognise him as a student. And generally, Lance put in a bit of extra effort with his appearance when he came to the club. He styled his hair differently, wore nicer clothes and a bit of makeup, which generally made him look more mature. Not entirely unrecognisable, but different. All Lance had to do was avoid Shiro for the night. Sure, the man might have been the trigger for his bisexual awakening, but he couldn't risk it. Cautiously, Lance slipped out of the bathroom and back into the pulsing crowd, disappearing among the dancers. But the music could only distract him for so long. Knowing that Shiro was so close, he couldn't help himself. He had to take a peak. He hovered near the bar, as close as he dared, trying not to make it look like he was checking Shiro out. If one of his friends at the club saw him eyeing Shiro up, they'd no doubt try to hook him up. Shiro was hunched over the bar, nursing a glass of what looked like whiskey. His head bowed, shoulders hunched. He had no interest in interacting with anyone and rebuffed all who approached him. He looked so forlorn; Lance wanted to go over and hug him. Instead, he watched as Shiro knocked back several more glasses of alcohol, slowly becoming more and more unsteady on the bar stool. Maybe it would be ok now? Shiro was looking pretty drunk. At the very least, Lance figured he should try and pry Shiro away from the bar and make sure he got back to the Garrison safely. Suddenly, Shiro pushed himself off the stool, stumbling to his feet, and Lance ducked back into the shadows, fearing he'd been seen. But he was safe, Shiro turned around and made the bathroom. Letting out a sigh of relief, Lance waited for a moment before following. Just to make sure that Shiro got there without falling flat on his face, of course. Shiro only got as far as the dingy hallway leading to the bathroom before a gruff looking man stopped him. A man that he'd ordinarily have no trouble pushing passed, but as intoxicated as he was, an arm was enough to block his path. The man smirked and said something to Shiro that Lance couldn't hear over the beat of the music. Judging by the smirk on his face though, it wasn't anything good. And then his hand moved to grab Shiro's ass. “Hey! Back off. He's with me!” Lance marched up to them, pushing between Shiro and the other man. The man was stunned for a moment, but he recovered quickly, his smirk turning into a leer that sent a shiver down Lance's spine. “Oh, really? Well, I wouldn't mind a pretty thing like you joining too.” The man reached for Lance, and Lance slapped his hand away with a derisive snort. “No, thanks.” “You little bitch!” Snarling, the man reached for Lance again. Shiro caught his wrist before he could do any harm, suddenly focused and alert. “Don't touch him,” he growled. The man cursed and tried to pull his arm free. When that didn't work, he took a swing at Shiro. But Shiro was faster. One quick punch and the man was on the ground, groaning and holding his nose. “Oh shit,” Lance cursed and grabbed Shiro's hand without thinking. “Come on. We gotta get outta here.” Fights were not good. Even though the other man had started it, and it was entirely his fault, even someone as high ranking as Shiro would get in trouble for being drunk and getting involved in a bar fight. And if it got out that Lance was here too… Thankfully, Shiro followed docilely and didn't say a word until they were outside in the refreshing night air. “Are you..really my boyfriend?” He asked with a frown, although he didn't try to pull his hand free. “No. Sorry. I just said that to make him leave you alone.” Lance let go of Shiro's hand quickly, spinning around to face him. “Listen, I can explain-” he began, but a heavy sigh from Shiro cut him off. “Oh. That's right. I don't have a boyfriend any more.” Shiro slumped forward, head bowed and shoulders hunched, utterly dejected. “..I'm sorry,” Lance murmured, not sure what else he could say. A small part at him jumped at the news that Shiro was single, the part of him that was still nursing that foolish crush. He pushed it away, mentally berating himself. “Come on, let's get you home,” he urged, placing a gentle hand on Shiro's arm. It took some coaxing, mostly dragging, but with Shiro's arm around his shoulder, supporting most of his weight, Lance finally got them moving. After a few minutes of silently dragging their feet, Shiro's head snapped up. “You know where I live?” “Yeah. You told me earlier,” Lance lied quickly. Hoping Shiro wouldn't question him further. He didn't. “Oh,” he muttered, and his head dropped, body going limp, using Lance as a crutch once again. - - - Getting Shiro to his dorm was easy. His quarters were less guarded than the Cadet's, and all the other senior officers were fast asleep at this hour. They walked right up to his door, and after some prodding from Lance, Shiro was able to open it and let them inside. The room was surprisingly plain. Bigger than Lance's dormitory, and with a few more home comforts, but not the luxurious grandeur he'd been expecting. Lance couldn't help but stare, craning his neck to see every corner of the room as he dragged Shiro through the small living area. He was looking for hints, anything that might tell him more about Shiro. What he saw instead made his heart clench. There were absences. Empty spaces where things used to be. Those that were left had been moved around and replaced haphazardly. It had the air of something missing — someone who'd left in a hurry. Adam. He knew about Shiro and Adam, of course. Not only were they both skilled fighters, at the top of their class, but they were the hottest couple at the Garrison. What could have made Adam leave like that? From what Lance knew (which granted, wasn't a lot) they seemed rock solid. Now wasn't the time. He dragged Shiro to the bedroom and sat him on the bed. Shiro was just conscious enough to take off his boots, grumbling all the while before he flopped down on the bed, and grabbed one of the pillows, curling around it like a lost child. Lance hated to leave him there amongst all the gaping holes left by Adam's departure, but he could hardly stay. Plus, he doubted Shiro would welcome him there in the morning when he was sober. No, the decent thing to do was leave. But there was one thing he had to do. It was his only chance. Stooping over the figure on the bed, Lance carefully brushed errand strands of soft, dark hair from Shiro's face. His fingers traced against Shiro's brow, trailing down the side of his face. “You'll get through this,” he whispered. After that, he quickly grabbed a glass of water and some painkillers, and left them on the bedside table, ready for when Shiro woke. - - - - It was stupid, going out and getting drunk like that, but it hurt. He been expecting it, had even convinced himself it was for the best, but he hadn't been prepared for it. Seeing their room, devoid of any trace of Adam, had been too much. Adam. As much as he dreamed of a future for them, he knew it couldn't last. Not with his illness. He would only have dragged Adam down, put him through something painful that he shouldn't have to deal with, not when he had his whole life ahead of him. When Adam delivered that ultimatum, it had almost been a relief because now Adam was free. Shiro missed him. The bed was cold and too big, and his head pound, making him dizzy. He was immensely grateful for the glass of water and painkillers sitting, waiting on his bedside table, although he had no idea who'd put them there. At first, he let himself dream that Adam had come back and left them there for him. But no. As Shiro lay there, the pain killers slowly dulling the ache in his head, Shiro remembered blue. Deep, intense blue eyes, not Adam's soft, puppy dog brown. He couldn't remember what happened, or even leaving the bar. But the memory of those blue eyes lingered. He was sure they'd been here. They were the ones who'd looked after him and whispered reassuring words. They felt good, safe.

- - -

A little over a year later, after surviving more horrors that he could have ever imagined possible, Shiro met those comforting blue eyes again. And this time, he was able to put a name to them. “Lance, right?” Prev | Next

#shance #a moment of shance #shiro x lance #shiro/lance #slight alcohol abuse #shiro is drunk af #lance is a little shit who sneaks into nightclubs with a fake id #past adashi

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calligraphist-artemisia · 5 years

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Lets Make a Date

Summary: Pidge invites Lance to join her and some family friends for dinner, but neglects to tell him that one of those friends is the renowned pilot of the Kerberos Mission, Takashi Shirogane. (An AU where the Kerberos Mission succeeded and the Galra never captured the crew.)

Pairing: Shance, mildly Kidge

Also posted on AO3 and fanfiction.net (under the username “kishirokitsune”)

I got a request for a fic where Lance has a huge crush on Shiro (in addition to his hero-worship) and couldn’t resist. This was just too much fun to write!

Lets Make a Date

“You should have dinner with me tomorrow,” Pidge told him. “Matt and I are going out with some family friends and I could use someone on my side who won't bring up embarrassing childhood stories.”

And Lance, like a fool, had agreed to it without question, figuring it was just dinner with Matt and Pidge. Nothing could go wrong with that. Pidge would definitely warn him if she was inviting him to dinner with, say, famed astro-pilot Takashi Shirogane.

Oh wait.

That was exactly something she would do, because she was simultaneously the best and worst friend ever. (She was, of course, tied for that position with Hunk, who was his BFF and always would be.)

It was too late for him to panic. Too late to work out an excuse as to why he couldn't make it. By the time he realized who he was having dinner with, he was already standing across from Takashi Shirogane.

“Call me Shiro, please,” he said, politely reaching out for a handshake.

Lance wondered if anyone else could tell that he was trembling slightly as he took Shiro's hand. “I'm gay. I mean Lance! I'm Lance!”

Oh no.

A burst of heat rose to his cheeks, growing worse when Pidge nudged him with a knowing grin. The man next to Shiro covered his mouth and coughed discretely in an attempt to hide his amusement. (Holy crow, it was Keith. Of course it was Keith there to witness him making a complete and utter fool of himself. He'd never live it down.)

Shiro's smile was kind. “It's nice to meet you, Lance.”

After that mortifying introduction, Lance gratefully sat down between Pidge and Matt, glad to keep some distance between himself and Keith, who sat on the other side of Pidge. Unfortunately, that still left Lance directly across from Shiro.

Glaring at Pidge proved ineffective, as she merely winked at him and then turned to strike up a conversation with Keith.

The traitor.

“You know, Shiro, Lance is a pilot as well,” Matt said.

Nope.

Lance was done.

He was one-hundred percent done with anyone with the last name “Holt”. They were all determined to get him to make a fool of himself. Well, he wasn't going to allow it. He wasn't going to play their games. He wasn't-

“Really?” Shiro asked, leaning forward in interest.

Lance wanted to sink into the floor. “I'm just a cargo pilot. It's not a big deal,” he mumbled, shrugging it off.

But Shiro continued to look at him as though he was someone fascinating and worth talking to more; as though a simple cargo pilot was someone important. Lance flushed under the attention.

“I wouldn't say that. Cargo pilots are the backbone of the Galaxy Garrison. Without you, no one would be able to do their job,” Shiro said. “You never know what you'll be asked to transport – it could be delicate technology or food supplies. Important equipment that needs to arrive swiftly and safely. There's a lot you have to take into consideration, and that's no small task.”

Lance could feel his blush spreading across his cheeks, burning its way to his ears. That was honestly the nicest thing he'd ever heard someone say about his job, and he could tell that Shiro genuinely meant every word.

“I guess so... It's just, I always wanted to be able to see parts of space that no one else has. To be someone people look up to,” Lance admitted. “Being a cargo pilot is okay, but it's not my dream.”

Shiro smiled. “Well, I can't promise it's all as exciting as you hope. It's a long road to get assigned the types of missions you want, but I think you have the drive to do it. Don't give up. Not if it's something you really want.”

The waitress interrupted before Lance could come up with a good response, and soon after the focus became what to order.

“Pasta or steak?” Pidge quietly mused next to him.

“Shiro and I are paying, so get whatever you'd like. We are here to celebrate, after all,” Matt told them.

Lance looked up from his menu. “Wait, what are we celebrating?”

“Katie has been picked as Keith's flight partner,” Shiro said, sounding proud as he looked at the two of them.

“Picked. Marched to Iverson's office to demand she be paired with Keith. Same difference,” Matt said with a cheeky grin.

Pidge's blush as she pretended not to hear Matt was definitely something worth investigating. But later. Maybe he'd wait a few days and then bring it up just to watch her sputter. It sounded like appropriate revenge for: (a) neglecting to inform him that Shiro was eating with them, and (b) not telling him the dinner was to celebrate.

(And also, he needed a little more time to process what was happening to his left, because seriously? She had a crush on Keith of all people? Keith, with that stupid haircut and horrendous fashion sense? Pidge had the worst taste.)

“Well, I guess that explains why Admiral Sanda looked like she was about to start spitting fire. She was pushing hard for you to be matched with Griffin,” Shiro remarked.

Pidge crinkled her nose. “I think I'd rather drop out.”

Keith looked at her as though she was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen, and Lance had never been happier to see a waitress return with their tray of drinks, because if he had to watch that for much longer he knew he'd say something regrettable.

Lance gave his order first, and while the others were giving theirs, he pulled out his phone to secretly text Hunk.

To: Hunk | So did u no about Pidge and mullet being flight partners?

Hunk responded almost immediately. 'Yeah, Pidge told me this morning. How's dinner? I wish I could be there.'

To: Hunk | Weird. P sure they're flirting now. Am I in the twilight zone? Am I dreaming??

To: Lance | Nah, if it were one of your dreams Shiro would be shirtless. He's not, is he? Because that would be weird. And inappropriate.

Lance's fingers spazzed over the touchscreen, punching a bunch of letters. 'asdfghjlkajs'

To: Hunk | No

To: Hunk | how do u no that?

To: Hunk | u knew???

To: Hunk | u knew and u didn't tell me????

To: Hunk | friendship over.

Hunk waited until Lance was finished with his panic texting and then responded with one final message: 'Lol, we knew it was the only way you'd show up. You're welcome.'

Lance scowled at his phone.

“Is everything alright, Lance?” Shiro asked.

“Fine!” Lance's voice went a little higher pitched than he liked. “I'm fine. I just, uh – Hunk, our friend, is texting me. That's all.”

“He's in the engineering department, right? You know, if you want to go into space, you'll need a good engineer. Someone you can work well with. Being a pilot isn't a solo gig,” Shiro advised.

Lance shook his head. “Nah, Hunk hates flying. Though...”

Actually, it wasn't a bad idea. Hunk would need to figure out how to handle his motion sickness at some point and there was no one he'd rather team up with than his best buddy. He should probably consider a back-up plan, but the thought of working together with Hunk was so appealing.

He glanced up at Shiro, who was still smiling at him. “I'll think about it. Thanks, Shiro.”

“It's no problem. And if you need any help, just let me know. I wouldn't mind lending you my old notes or any tips I've learned over the years,” Shiro said.

Holy crow. He had to be dreaming.

Lance wasn't sure if he even managed another intelligent response for the rest of dinner. There was so much to think about. So many possibilities. His heart raced at the thought of it all.

For so long he'd held Shiro up as a beacon of what he wanted to be. It'd been full hero-worship when he first started at the Garrison, and after seeing the man around campus a number of times, had budded into a tiny crush. But sitting there and listening to him joke around with Matt and Pidge and watching the brotherly affection he shared with Keith, he became something much more real to Lance.

And as dinner came to a close and they all began to go their separate ways, Lance found that he didn't feel as nervous anymore. Before he left, he even managed a proper: “It was nice to meet you, Shiro.”

Five minutes into his walk home, his phone buzzed with a message from Pidge.

To: Lance | Shiro thinks you're cute and I gave him your number. ;)

Lance grinned the rest of the way home.

#voltron #fanfiction #shance #slight kidge

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mizufallsfromkumo · 6 years

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Shiro: I tried calling to the others...

Me and my slightly hurt ass: you specifically said 'Lance, listen...', but alright.

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sadlancetrash · 6 years

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Here's a Lance prompt, lance finding a creature similar to a kitten while on another planet and decides to smuggle it back in his shirt. Shiro basically trying to figure out what the heck Lance is hiding.

I’m sorry this is like two days later than I meant it to be. I kinda changed it a bit. Also this is almost 3k. This was fun thanks nonny!

He was on his way back from a ground patrol around the main city of the planet they had just liberated when he heard it. A kind of soft, chirping noise, coming from behind one of the bushes. At first, lance ignored it, blaming the sound as a result from him hitting his head in the fight earlier. Shiro looked him over and said that he was fine, but maybe some ice and rest would be better than him saying so. He also told him to keep his helmet off, worrying that the pressure of it might make anything that’s almost there actually get there, but to keep it close.

He heard the chirping noise again and decided to check it out. He ventured closer to it, and, after moving some of the branches, found an animal that resembled a cat. It looked underfed, though that may have just been how it evolved seeing as how otherwise it looked healthy enough. It had a kind of pastel pink coat with light blue eyes that were wide and watchful.

“Here kitty kitty kitty.” He coaxed softly, crouching down and stretching his arm out, showing it the back of his loose hand. He gently clicked his tongue trying to get it’s attention.

After a few minutes it sniffed the back of Lance’s hand and sat just far enough away so that it was just out of arm’s reach. Lance grinned.

He had ‘adopted’ a cat with an attitude similar to this one when he was about ten. His mom had yelled at him when she had found out what he was doing with the fish he was buying at the pet shop. He was trying to coax the cat closer with fish, hoping that it would stay. Usually it would sniff the fish, grab it, and hurry back to being just out of reach. His mom had explained that some cats just enjoy having people nearby, the same way some cats like to sit on people.

He knew he couldn’t coax the cat-like alien closer by being gentle, but he might be able to if he offered food to it. He offered it part of a dried food goo bar that Hunk had developed as emergency rations for emergency situations. He hadn’t needed to use any for that occasion yet, but he was glad that he had it on hand.

Lance looked away from the cat-like alien thing and took the bar out of the pocket on his left side. He unwrapped it and looked over at the cat-thing again. It had come over closer. Still not enough to be able to pet it, but enough to offer some food.

He made a soft clicking sound again and offered it his hand, this time palm up with the bit of food goo coming out of his middle and index fingers, and thumb. He held his had as still as possible and waited for it to sniff it a bit. After deciding that it wanted to try it, he licked it. Just once. The cat-alien thing then sat on its hind legs, looking at the piece of dried food goo, then at Lance, and back to the piece of dried food goo. It did that a couple of times before Lance understood what it meant.

He slowly put the food goo bar down on the ground, just a little bit closer than where the cat-thing had just been. The cat-alien eyed him for a second, and then moved closer. Just enough to where Lance could offer his hand again, maybe pet it’s head if it’ll let him.

Lance broke off another small piece once the cat-thing was finished and set it down just a little bit closer to him than the last piece. The cat moved closer to eat it. This process repeated until it was right next to Lance.

He offered his hand out again, first the back, then the palm, waiting for permission to pet it. He knew he got it when the cat-thing bumped its head against the palm of his hand and stayed there. He slowly pet the cat-thing, see how far he could go. Surprisingly, or not really, it acted just like a regular cat when its being pet.

It climbed into his lap and laid down, making a little chirping sound that was different than before. This moment was a small, beautiful, peaceful moment in a war that was hard and cruel and unforgiving. It reminded him of the times when there was no infighting between his siblings and his extended family. Those precious times when everyone was getting along and no one was being hostile or passive aggressive with each other.

He wanted to keep the cat.

It wasn’t like Lance to not answer, and while the bump on his head hadn’t been so serious that he needed medical attention immediately, it couldn’t have been serious enough to make him pass out, could it? Shiro shook his head. He knew Lance, he would have made a small comment asking if someone could go to where he was patrolling. Responsible in radioing in, but unconfident in asking for help.

When Shiro asked him about it he said that he got it from his mom, and that all his siblings were that way. Always offering help, but not asking for it, whether due to stubborness or not knowing how to ask for it, no one in his family would ask for help unless it was from someone in the family.

He decided to try the coms one more time before going looking for him.

“Lance?”

“Yeah? Sorry I was focused and kinda had my helmet a bit lower than it probably should have been.” He apologized.

“Okay.” Shiro said. At least Lane was okay. “Just go ahead and come on back okay?”

“Roger roger.” Lance responds. “See you in a bit.”

He had just picked up the cat when Shiro called his name. Now he had to figure out a way to keep the cat.

“Hey kitty do you wanna come with me?” He cooed. The cat just nuzzled into his palm again. “Okay well I’m going to put you in my… uh. Huh. Well it might be a bit harder to sneak you on the ship than I thought. Let’s see if anyone in the village owns you first. You seem very docile for a wild creature.”

He walked back to the village cradling the cat in his arms, listening to the soft chirping that it was making, deciding that it was essentially purring. When he got back he asked some of the villagers if anyone had been missing a cat.

“First of all those are called Pucha and no, no one in their right mind would take one on as a pet.”

“They ruin our feathers. Just throw it back into the bush you found it in.

“Those things bring nothing but trouble.”

It made sense. The Paski were a bird like species. It’s understandable that they wouldn’t appreciate cat-like species. Lance felt a bit better knowing that no one was going to be missing their pet.

“Lance are you back yet?” He heard Shiro ask on the coms.

“Yeah. Just got to the castle.”

“Great. We could use some help bringing in the supplies.”

“Yeah, totally.” Lance looked around at the landing are “Is it just this one crate?”

“Yes. But we still need to get everything organized.”

“All right. I’ll bring it right up.”

“Thanks Lance.”

“No problem Shiro.”

Lance put down his cat and picked up the crate. “Come on Pucha.” He said, clicking his tongue three times afterwards. Pucha followed closely, perking its ears up and looking around at the new surroundings.

When they got up to the entryway of the castle, Pucha immediately ran for cover behind some boxes.

“You sure like to take your time on patrols.” Pidge jokes.

“It was a nice day, I was enjoying it.” Lance replies, putting his crate down.

“Well if you enjoyed it a little less maybe you would have had time to change like the rest of us.”

“Maybe I’ll just change first.” Lance shoots back. If he changed first he’d be able to get Pucha to his quarters without raising too many brows.

“Go ahead Lance.” Shiro interjects. “We’ll debrief when you get back.”

Lance hurries up to his room. He quickly changes out of his armor, which is more difficult than putting it on due to the body-molding technology the armor uses. He makes sure to grab his jacket when he leaves to go back to supply room.

“I think that’s a record.” Hunk jokes.

“Yeah, that was only like, five minutes.” Pidge muses. “Why don’t you always get changed that fast?”

“I guess I had some luck with the armor this time.” Lance says in his defense.

“You do know the suits have a release button, right?” Keith points out.

“And you’re still wearing the armor’s shoes.” Hunk points out.

Lance just looked at Keith. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious and mocking me, or joking and mocking me.”

“Did you really not know?” Pidge asks.

“You guys are serious?”

“How else do you think I can get mine off? They’re form fitting.” Hunk says.

“I know they’re form fitting, I just didn’t realize.” Lance pouts.

“Wait how have you been getting out of them if you didn’t know about the button?” Keith asks.

“Well, I kind of curl my shoulders in and shimy my way out.” Lance explains.

“That actually explains a lot.” Pidge says. Keith and Hunk nod in agreement.

“Okay, now that we’ve worked out-” Shiro starts to say.

“Wait where is this magic button then?”

“It’s on your wrist.” Pidge says flatly.

“Lance’s wardrobe issues, can we get back to organizing the supplies?” Shiro asks.

All of the paladins grumble and got to work organizing. Supplies going to refugees in one pile, and supplies going to help the next planet that needed them in another. All the while Lance was looking for Pucha. At some point, Lance threw off his jacket because it was getting in the way, and he hoped Pucha would recognize his scent and be drawn to it. He thought he’d seen a pink tail in the refugee pile.

“All right, I think that’s everything.” Shiro says. “Good job everyone. Debrief is gonna be on the deck. Grab some food and we’ll meet there in about ten minutes.”

Lance went to grab his jacket and waited until he was sure everyone was gone before he began looking around for Pucha.

“Pucha.” He called softly, clicking his tongue. “Come here Pucha.”

After a few stressful minutes he found Pucha and picked them up. “All right Pucha, you are going to be in my jacket until I can get back to my room. Hopefully it hasn’t been too long that me being late is rude.”

It took Lance about five minutes to get from the storage room to his room. It usually took him about five minutes to get from his room to the deck. If he didn’t hurry up he’d be yelled at by Allura. That was never fun. He understands why she does it. She yells at everyone when they do something that would be seen as ‘disrespectful’ to a princess. It was how she was raised. She’s gotten better, and she almost always apologizes after, but in the moment it just sucks.

He got to his room right as Shiro was coming through the hallway.

“Hey Lance, are you sure you’re okay? You weren’t exactly responding on the coms, and I know you said that it was just too low to hear but I just wanted to make sure.” Shiro explains.

“Yeah I’m okay.” Lance says.

“Great.”“I’m just gonna change my shoes and I’ll head right-”Pucha chirped. Lance coughed in an attempt to cover it.

“I’ll head right up.”

Shiro looked at him skeptically. “I think I’ll wait for you. I’m still concerned about your head injury. We’ll have Coran look at it after the debrief.”

This was going to be hard to explain.

Lance was acting weird. That wasn’t completely abnormal for Lance, but with the head injury, Shiro didn’t want to take any chances. He trusted Lance’s self assessment, but he was also a bit protective of his team. He lost his original space team, although that was completely out of his control, he’s not going to lose anyone on this one because of something he could have prevented. He’s protective of Lance specifically. He tends to throw himself in danger to protect the others. It would be great, except based on the lion’s ability, that should be Hunk’s thing.

The chirping is not something he expected. And he was looking unusually… pudgy for someone with his metabolism. He’d seen the way Lance eats, and he had no idea where all that food went. Allura once mentioned that he had the stomach of a professional Altean gladiator.

Shiro waited in the doorway, watching Lance switch from his paladin boots to his regular shoes. He was also acutely aware of how nervous Lance looked as he laced his shoes.

“That might be easier if you bent over instead of trying to do it on your knee.” Shiro suggests.

“Yeah, but this is how my mom taught us. She would have us copy what she did on her own shoe. That way we could see and do at the same time.” Lance explains.

“She sounds like a great teacher.”“Well she got three tries to figure it out before she got to me.” Lance’s face fell a bit. “I hope they’re okay.”“They are.” Shiro says. “They’re safe and they’re back on earth, and once Zarkon is defeated and we get the universe back in order we’ll go back.”Lance laughed. “Great. We only have to do two things before I can see my mom again.”That was the confidence and simplicity that Shiro needed. The ability put things in a perspective to weigh less that what they were meant to. Two things: defeat Zarkon and-

Something - chirped? It sounded like a chirp, and it sounded like it was coming from Lance. Shiro gave Lance a suspicious look, and Lance coughed.

“I think that patrol might have gotten some dust in my lungs.” Lance laughs. Before Shiro could ask why his shirt was chirping, Lance suggested they get moving, or they’d both be on the receiving end of Allura’s lecture on punctuality. At the mere mention of that Shiro picked up the pace and forgot the chirping altogether.

“Okay so let’s start with the fight in space before we formed Voltron.” Shiro says. “Keith, what happened?”

“I got hit, didn’t recover well, and Lance took a hit for me.”

“Okay. Pidge?”

“Same.”

“Hunk?”

Hunk paused. “I’m not really sure. It was really bright and I was definitely getting thrown around a bit.”

“Okay.” Shiro sighed. Lance was going to be the most accurate, but right now it wasn’t much help. He was probably more injured than he was letting on. “Lance?”

“No one was paying attention.”“That isn’t fair, you’re the one who’s supposed to take out the obstacles out of our range.” Pidge interrupts.

“You’re in a lion, nothing is -”

He heard the chirping again. And again, Lance coughed.

“Nothing is out of range.” Lance finishes. Something chirped, and Lance coughed. Twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern.

“Let’s cut to patrols.” Shiro interjects, eyeing Lance. It’s better to end an argument before it can get there. “Keith?”

“Everything was fine.”

“Great. Pidge?”

“Nothing to report.”“Hunk?”

“Same here.”

“Lance?”

Lance was quiet. He was holding his stomach and looking wide-eyed. “Well,” Lance starts. “I kinda found something.”

“What did you find?” Allura asks. She doesn’t normally pitch in, the debriefing was so that Allura knew everything, and most of the time everyone is completely open in their experience in the field.

Lance slowly unzipped his jacket to reveal a pink, cat-like head.

“Lance?” Shiro asks.

“Yes?”

“Is that a cat?”

Lance bit his lower lip as he nodded.

“Have you named it?”

“It’s name is Pucha.” Lance says quietly.

Shiro knew it was too late for him to do anything. They hadn’t taken off yet, but he knows that once you name something, you get attached to it.

“Is this what you were ‘enjoying’ on your patrol?” Pidge teased.

“No. This was on the way back from patrol.” Lance says.

Shiro didn’t know what to do. This was a new situation that was not covered in any class he had taken while he was at the garrison, or during any protocol meeting he had been in while he worked. In this situation he usually defected to his commanding officer. But seeing as how he was the commanding officer, he had no choice.

“Allura, this is your call as to how we deal with it.”

He hears Pidge call him a wimp, but ignores that. He can see Allura is having trouble figuring out what to do, but he’s not going to be the one to tell Lance that he can’t keep it. Especially knowing that his family used to rescue strays.

“I guess it can stay as long as it stays in your room.” That’s not happening Shiro thought. “And it can not get on any of the furniture.” She knew it too. Also that rule is going to be broken in just a few minutes.

But the way Lance’s face lit up when it processed was something that tugged at Shiro’s heart. He had seen that same look on others throughout his life. That look was something he wanted to protect at all costs.

The look of pure joy.

#lance #lance vld #slight langst?#shiro #takashi shirogane #slight shangst?#shance?#if you close one eye #tilt your head #and close the other eye #keith #pidge #hunk #oneshot #voltron fic #fic

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clairelutra · 6 years

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.to the wank that flooded the a/l tag about allurance just being “that sick and tried old trope of guy-annoys-girl-until-she-likes-him,” here’s some return wank:

it’s not

it’s developing maturity and humility coupled with sustained, no-strings-attached affection that might “get the girl”

it may surprise you, but those are considered very attractive qualities to some ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

this slowburn has been in the works since s3 (since s1, if you count the buildup), don’t give me that ‘queerbaited’ bs

queerbaited: when a queer ship looks like it’ll be canon, and then a straight ship breaks it up at the last second with minimal buildup, usually to maintain the show’s “christian kosher” image.

allurance has been anything but last second, and certainly hasn’t been starved for development

sometimes a straight ship is just a gd straight ship

allura has stated, in actual words, “talking with you [lance] has actually... made me feel better”—and then goes on to:

rely on him for comfort and

absolutely panic when he gets hurt and

happily agree when he suggests they make a good team

(she consistently loosens up and acts her age around him, you can’t deny that)

sometimes people like to ship two characters that like each other! and make each other happy! astonishingly, it’s rarely an indicator that they hate women!

i mean, like, theoretically they could hate women? but i’d imagine misogynists would be kind of put off by allura living her best life with someone who thinks she’s strong and smart and inspiring, im just saying

some people’s ship kink is hearing a guy say that his LI makes him want to be a better person, and showing this guy making good on it

ship happens, my guy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#allurance #fandom wank for ts #hallie speaks #negative //#anyway #slight #vld spoilers #last season had me hearteyeing shance and this season has cemented allurance as a 'ride-or-die' ship in my eyes #how fucking blessed is that

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ohahahahaha · 7 years

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Could you do a shance prompt where Lance gets hit on by someone and gets embarrassed and Shiro sees this and his are starts glowing and he sort of just stares down the poor alien

Coming right up! Hope you enjoy!! 🖤~~~~~They had just saved a planet from a stray Galra fleet, and the Paladins were all invited to a celebrations in thanks for saving them and their home. The aliens resembled Alteans, although their ears were much longer and pointed, and they had a row of pointed teeth. The color of their skin was in a variety of soft hues, such as pink, purple, and even orange. Shiro stood on a small upper level where the celebration was taking place. He told the others that he would stand watch, just in case the Galra were to come back. He could see that the team was having a good time. Hunk was picking at the vast array of food, Pidge was looking at the planet’s technology, Keith was comparing his bayard to their own weapons, and Lance..

Shiro frowned. Lance was surrounded by a small group of aliens, talking to him and some even touching him. Small grazes on his arm, a hand on his shoulder. Shiro stared at the hands, hairs on the back of his neck tingling in aggravation. Shiro was aware about his sudden protectiveness over the Blue Paladin. He found himself thinking about those blue eyes and warm mocha skin a little too often to consider just friendly. And it didn’t help that his gaze just seemed to automatically seek out his teammate and linger a little too long. He knew that it was appropriate to have these thoughts, let alone develop feeling for the Cuban, but he couldn’t help it. Nor did he really care. Whenever Lance would grin at him, he couldn’t help the flutter in his chest. He remembers how he beamed at him when he called him sharpshooter. His heart nearly gave out at that smile. He couldn’t let his feelings get in the way of their mission or forming Voltron, so he pushed them to the back of his mind. But it was getting more difficult as time went on, especially now that these aliens couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. The more Shiro watched, the deeper his scowl became. He was just about to go over there when Keith stepped over to him.

“Hey Shiro. Let me stand guard for a while. You need to relax and enjoy yourself for once.” He was answered with silence. Keith turned his gaze toward him. “Shiro?” When Keith finally got a good look at him, he immediately knew that he was pissed. His shoulders were tight, his jaw was clenched, and his hands were curled into fists. Keith followed his gaze and noticed Lance and the surrounding aliens. Keith let out a long sigh. “Shiro, just talk to him. It’s obvious that you like the guy, why I have no idea, but seriously. Just go talk to him. I can feel the jealously radiating from you.” “What?! I don’t like-” Keith cut him off with a deadpanned gaze. Shiro huffed. “Okay, but I’m not jealous. I just don’t understand why-”

A sharp laugh interrupted him. Shiro and Keith both turned their gaze back to Lance, who was blushing at one of the aliens. Then, another alien leaned into Lance, whispering something into his ear. Lance visibly tended and flushed a darker shade of red, and began squirming. It was clear that he was uncomfortable. “Heh, well look at that. Seems like Lance can’t handle a taste of his own medicine- holy fuck!! Shiro?!” Shiro’s metal arm began to glow, his gaze never leaving Lance and those aliens. He looked absolutely murderous. The alien that had whispered to Lance suddenly met Shiro’s hard stare and visibly stiffened. Keith held his breath as he could see the sweat start to form on the aliens brow. The alien broke the gaze, and quickly shuffled away from Lance, mumbling a pathetic excuse. Keith opened his mouth to calm Shiro down, but was cut off. “That’s it. I’m gonna talk to him. Stand guard, alright?” Keith chuckled as he watched Shiro make his way to Lance, gently lacing his arm around Lance’s and walking away from the group. Keith fondly rolled his eyes and propped against one of the pillars. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

#shance #lance #shiro #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #could be slight #langst #??? i guess #I don't fuckin know how to tag things

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poisonedfortunecookie · 6 years

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shance support week - day 6 - Right Hand Man

so here’s the prompt I accidentally wrote yesterday for @shancesupportsquad shance support week orz, but hey at least I didn’t have to do too much work on it today

Shiro never held any particular fondness for his prosthesis. Sure it came in useful and was a powerful weapon, but even so, he felt a certain aversion towards it considering where it came from, and what it represented. He always thought he'd be glad to get rid of it one day. Now, after only two days without his right arm, he was beginning to miss it painfully.

The lack of balance was bad enough, he still hadn't adjusted to its absence and felt completely lopsided. He'd lost count of the number of doorways he'd walked into, or the people he hit with his shoulder because everything was off centre and he no longer felt he was in his own body. Everyday tasks, tasks he’d taken for granted before, were much harder. Getting dressed alone was a challenge, forget bathing himself, feeding himself or pilot his lion.

He couldn’t even hold his own against a stupid training droid.

Shiro let out a cry as he was sent flying by a well-aimed swing of the droids staff that caught him in the chest. He skidded across the training room floor and struggled to right himself, trying to catch himself with his right arm only to remember it wasn’t there anymore. He crumpled awkwardly to the floor, landing hard on his right side with another cry.

The droid advanced on Shiro its staff raised ready to strike the deciding blow.

“End training sequence!”

Shiro glared towards the door, his throat tightening as he saw Lance there. “Don’t interrupt, Lance!” He snapped, humiliation making his words sharp. No one could see him like this. What would they think of him?

“Begin training-”

“End training sequence!” Lance yelled over Shiro, his tone louder and more commanding. The droid listened to him and did not move.

Lance marched into the room, moving towards Shiro with purpose ignoring the warning glare the other man was shooting at him.

“Shiro, you're bleeding,” he gasped, coming to a stop as he took in the sight of Shiro's bloody left hand, the knuckles all cut up.

Shiro struggled to his feet, refusing to look at Lance. He pressed his bloody hand to his chest and growled low in his throat when he couldn't wrap his right hand around it to hide it.

“My left arm is pathetic,” he grumbled under his breath. How could he fight when his body was so weak? How had it taken him so long to notice how weak he truly was? Without his right arm, without the strength it gave him, he was nothing.

“Did you try...to punch the droid?” Lance asked carefully glancing at Shiro's injured hand, and then at the frozen robot and the streak of blood on its chest plate.

“How else am I supposed to fight?” Shiro spat. He wiped his hand on his shirt to get rid of the worst of the blood. Good enough.

“Now if you don't mind, I need to train some more, and I don't need you interfering.” Shiro turned to face the droid, ready for the next round.

Lance huffed and stood between them before Shiro could give the command to start it up again.

“Shiro, with or without your arm you're still our best, and most experienced fighter. You know that right, and we're a team,” Lance said defiantly, his feet planted firmly. He wasn't going to move.

“But I'm the leader. What kind of leader can't even beat a training robot?” Shiro gestured to the frozen droid with his left arm, his voice cracking with emotion.

Lance looked at him, his blue eyes hard. Then he let out a heavy sigh, his gazed lowered and his expression softening.

“Shiro, you don't expect Pidge to be able to take out a group of soldiers by herself right?” Lance asked evenly.

“What? No, of course not.”

Lance nodded and stepped away towards the wall where a selection of weapons hung.

“Right. Pidge is great at sneaking in and dealing with tech stuff. If she can sneak on them undetected then she can probably handle maybe four or five on her own, and if she can hack into their systems then it's an easy win for her, but if there are too many, or if she's spotted then she's going to need back up.” Lance reasoned. He picked up one of the staves, weighed it in his hand and then put it back, rejecting it.

“And Hunk is basically our tank. That lion of his can take a lot of damage, and he can blast through a whole wall of enemies to clear a path for us, but if too many gang up on him and he's surrounded then he's going to need our help.” Lance picked up another staff, weighed it again and seemed satisfied with it. He kept it.

Shiro listened to him, saying nothing. He had no idea what Lance was getting at.

“And, I don't mean to brag, but I happen to be a really great shot you know,” Lance shot a grin over his shoulder that showed off a flash of white teeth. Shiro felt the corner of his lips twitch.

“I can pick off enemies from a distance before they have a chance to get to you guys, but if I'm spotted, or the enemy gets too close then I'm not much good, and I'm going to need you guys to save me.” He picked up a second staff from the wall.

“And Keith's recklessness can be pretty useful sometimes. He's fearless so he jumps into things that the rest of us might be too cautious of and try to avoid. He can handle most things on his own, but when he gets in over his head, then he's going to need us to pull him back and stop him from doing something stupid that might get him killed.”

Lance seemed happy with what he'd picked out, so he walked back towards Shiro, a staff in each hand.

“Even Allura and Coran with all their Altean magic and super strength and what not need help sometimes, so why do you think you are the only one that has to do it alone?” Lance demanded pointing one of the staves at Shiro accusingly.

Shiro baulked and took a step back. “That's not...” he floundered.

“Losing your arm for a few days doesn't stop you from fighting, but it does mean you have to make some adjustments, like all of us have to when something unexpected happens, and we can't work to our strength like we might want to.” Lance smiled and held the staff out to Shiro for him to take, no longer brandishing it quite so accusingly.

Gingerly Shiro accepted the staff. It was short then the ones the usually trained with and a little lighter, but it still had enough weight to be useful and being shorter it would be easier to wield with one hand.

Lance gripped the other staff with both hands and took up a ready stance beside Shiro, standing on his right.

“Beginning training sequence, level two,” Lance commanded.

The droid attacked them. Lance caught the blow and blocked it giving Shiro an opening to swing for the droid. Of course, even at level two, it wouldn't be that easy. The droid was quick and nibble, and it jumped out of the range of Shiro's short staff effortlessly. Shiro snarled, and Lance was grinning his teeth bared. They moved together, advancing on the droid.

The fight was tough, even with the short staff. Fighting with one arm was awkward and difficult. Shiro had to be even more aware of his surrounds, where the droid was, and where Lance was. But throughout the fight Lance stuck to his right side, focusing on blocking and deflecting the attacks Shiro couldn't pick up, and never once taking any of the blows Shiro could handle on his own.

Lance's strength wasn't in close range combat, but he could hold his own enough to block and avoid getting hit. As soon as Shiro realised the young man wasn't babying him or trying to protect him, they fell into a comfortable rhythm that allowed them to work together to take down the droid.

It took longer than it ordinarily would have, but with Lance on his right, it was almost as if he had his arm back and finally Shiro was able to deal the winning blow. The droid stopped and fell through the dark hole in the floor disappearing from view.

“Phew, we won!” Lance yelled victoriously and for the first time since his arm was damaged Shiro smiled.

They'd won. They'd defeated the droid together, and Shiro hadn't been a burden. He had to adjust his fighting style, and his blows weren't as powerful, but with Lance fighting alongside him as his right hand, he'd done it.

“We won,” he agreed with a small chuckle.

“Want to go again? We could try level three?” Lance said with a challenging grin, twirling the staff in his hands.

“You're on.” Shiro adjusted his grip on the short staff and grinned.

#shance #shancesupportweek #shiro x lance #lance x shiro #right hand man #ific #slight angst

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reiouj · 7 years

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Regret

Shiro never thought he would be that person. A person like that, he had always said, was absolutely awful. And yet here he was, sitting in front of his boyfriend and saying those disgusting words.

“Lance,” He murmurs gently, looking down at his hands quietly which sat limply in his lap. “I… I’m sorry, I can’t do this. I don’t love you anymore.

“I’ve fallen in love with someone else.”

The words stabbed through the other man’s chest like a knife, leaving him gently gasping for air. Tears bubbled up in his blue eyes, making Shiro’s heart ache with the want to just reach up and comfort him, to wrap his arms around him and hold him.

But he knew he couldn’t do that, not after what he just said. Not after what he just did. “I.. I had a feeling,” Lance finally spoke, surprising Shiro a bit as he watched the younger man scrub his eyes with his sleeves. “I didn’t want it to be true, but..”

“But?” He pressed before he could stop himself, fighting the urge to scoot closer.

“But I understand. If it will make you happy being with him, then that’s fine. I don’t want to keep you in a relationship that’ll make you miserable, you know?” He gives a dry chuckle, a sob caught in his throat as tears dripped onto his shirt.

He had seen the way Shiro’s gaze slowly lost it’s happy light each time he looked at Lance. He saw the way he gazed at him. Coming in second yet again like this really hurt. But he only wanted Shiro to be happy. It was his fault for getting so attached.

“So go ahead and go after him, okay? I hope he gives you what I couldn’t.”

“Lancey..” It was Shiro’s turn to tear up at his boyfriend’s– no, ex-boyfriend’s– words. He was so mature, handling this so well even though Shiro just broke his heart. His chest ached with emotion as he slowly reached up for Lance’s cheek.

His hand was stopped short as the smaller boy grabbed his wrist gently and shook his head, pushing it away. “That’s… That’s a bad idea. And please don’t call me that anymore. Just Lance o-okay? We can still be friends though, Shiro.”

Hearing this from his once shining blue boy, hearing Lance call him Shiro instead of Takashi, especially ‘Kashi like he used to, hurt more than he was willing to admit. It was too late to take it back. Lance was letting him go after he already had. And now Shiro had the urge to grab back on.

But.. He couldn’t. The rope was already frayed and ruined. Useless.

“Yeah… Yeah, sorry, you’re right.” He nods gently and turns his gaze away slightly to avoid Lance’s teary, red-rimmed blues. He did this to him. It was his fault.

“Well, I’ll get my stuff out then. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.” Lance replies with a strained smile, tugging the blanket off his legs and quickly standing to avoid any more awkwardness between them. This was just how things had to be. He knew it was coming eventually.

They always found someone better.

Watching Lance go had to have been the hardest part of it all. Knowing that it was truly over, watching the boy who had brought him so much happiness, watching the boy who had helped him through so much leave without so much as a goodbye was painful.

It wrenched his heart and made his chest ache, made tears start to slip down his cheeks before he even realized he was crying.

But he chose this.

He no longer had feelings for Lance. He fell in love with Keith. He loved Keith, and Keith loved him too.

This was what he wanted.

Wasn’t it?

No, it wasn’t. After a long period of time, a good 6 months into his and Keith’s relationship, he had made his way into a coffee shop, their hands intertwined.

He hadn’t spoken to Lance in 3 months now. They had grown apart after the breakup, and it seemed to go unspoken between them that they both needed to go their separate ways. He was thoroughly over the Cuban boy.

Yet what he saw in that shop made his heart drop to his stomach.

There was Lance, sitting across from a man with long silvery hair, laughing and smiling lightheartedly. The sight of it nearly brought tears to his eyes.

And then there were the hands. Their fingers were laced together upon the table for all to see, placed right next to their coffee cups while they chatted.

‘That’s where my fingers used to fit, right between his.’ He thinks, fighting back wave after wave of emotion. ‘He used to laugh like that with me.’

If Lance had seen them, he made no show of it. He just continued to smile and laugh and joke with this mystery man while Shiro and Keith ordered. And while they sat. And while they drank.

Each moment felt like an hour, sipping on his black coffee. He could still imagine what it was like to listen to Lance give the barista his complicated order, watch her roll her eyes and turn to him, and then order his own black coffee.

Each time it would earn a giggle and a nudge from Lance. ‘Heh, what a simple man.’ He would say before paying for it himself and waiting patiently.

He could imagine the smell as Lance received his double espresso-vanilla-hazelnut-skinny-thing, imagine their fingers intertwined as they just sat together and read books or chatted about the latest.

Things were different with Keith. Keith expected conversation but made no effort to make it. He was gruff and rash, and simple like him. Usually, that’s what made them work. That should make them work. But they still had their falling outs.

They still fought, argued over petty things, sometimes someone ended up on the couch. That was normal.

‘I need to stop thinking about this.’ He tells himself quickly, sipping on his drink while Lance and mystery man got up and left without even a single glance his way. In a sense, it almost… Hurt.

Sure, he had moved on, but seeing Lance happy with someone else hurt. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was just still too fresh in his mind.

That’s what he wanted to tell himself, at least.

In his spare time, Shiro had gained the habit of semi-stalking his ex-boyfriend, checking his pages constantly to see what he was up to. Photos of them together, videos of them together, statuses and bios with each other…

It honestly hurt. He put himself through this pain. For what? He didn’t really know.

Maybe it was punishment for hurting the boy he still loves.

#ave writes #langst #shangst #angst #shance #sheith #lancelot #lance #lance mcclain #shiro #takashi shirogane #keith #keith kogane #breakup #i'm so sorry #slight self projection #to make up or not #that is the question

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dream-anon-fics · 7 years

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Never the Same Rain

I wanted a prompt for a 3-5 sentence fic but no. @maeveolent just had to make me fall in love with her prompt. Summary: Lance is homesick while standing all to different rain on some planet. Shiro finds him. Shance Kisses. Many Shance kisses. It wasn’t the same. It was warmer, the smell was different. It may have been rain but it wasn’t his rain, it wasn’t Earth’s rain. He closed his eyes and lifted his face towards the sky, maybe he could pretend, for just a moment. In that small moment, he was home, standing barefoot in the grass of his yard, his mother screaming for him to come in before he got sick. In that moment, he was running down the road with Hunk, laughing as they splashed through the puddles. In the moment, he was walking along the empty beach, singing to the rain and sea. Memories flooded his mind causing a small sob to escape. In this moment, regretted following Pidge. He regretted going to the Garrison. He regretted meeting Blue- No! No, he could never mean any of it. He loved Pidge, he loved Blue and Hunk and even Keith. He loved meeting them all, loved his connection with Blue. The small splashing of footsteps brought him back and he prayed his eyes didn’t give him away, a useless prayer, he knew. “Lance?” His heart sunk, why did it have to be Shiro? He turned to look at the black paladin who’s shoulders dropped. “Oh, Lance.” He closed the distance and pulled Lance into his arms, wishing that he could help. “I’m sorry.” Lance looked up at him and gave a weak attempt at a smile. “There’s nothing you can do, it’s okay.” He sighs softly when Shiro cups his face, running his thumb just below his eye. The sigh turns to a huff when Shiro kisses under his other eye and then turns into a giggle as he peppers Lance’s face with kisses. He tries to push away, now laughing softly as Shiro grins, pulling him close, hardly relenting in his attack. Soon, they calmed down, Shiro still cupping Lance’s face, his other arm wrapped around his waist. He smiles gently before dipping his head and kissing Lance. Lance relaxes against him, wrapping one arm around Shiro’s neck and placing his other hand over the one on his face. Shiro pulled away just a bit, still smiling, still holding his love. “We should head back.” Lance nodded before lacing his fingers with Shiro’s and pulling him to the shuttle they arrived on. Maybe it wasn’t the same but for now, it was okay because someday he’d get to kiss Shiro is the rain on Earth after bringing him to meet his family, of course. It wasn’t the same, but, yeah, it’s okay.

#shance #slight angst #lance #shiro #volron #fic

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ajaxskingdom · 7 years

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Part 2 for this for @shir-oh-no bc i love you and you deserve soft fluff

A full year has passed since Lance and Shiro had officially met and much to Keith’s horror, the two had become fairly close. Close enough that they found themselves just walking into each other’s dorms without knocking, neither worried about walking in on the other having sex since both seemed to have their eyes on someone already (coughstheyrepiningaftereachothercoughs). They’ve grown used to seeing each other without shirts, though it had taken a while for Shiro to become comfortable enough to allow Lance to see him without his shirt on.

He found himself confiding in Lance about the incident one night when he had woken up in a cold sweat due to a nightmare. He told Lance about the car crash, about how it had killed his and Keith’s (he was adopted by the Shirogane family when he was just a little boy) parents and almost him. Lance had been silent most of the time, not saying anything unless his friend wanted to. In the end, Shiro had ended up tucked away into Lance’s arms and the two fell asleep like that, curled up on the couch in each other’s embrace.

Now, despite all of this, nothing could have prepared Shiro for what he walked in on.

Music was playing throughout the apartment, Lance’s phone plugged into the speakers Shiro had gotten him for Christmas. The warmth that filled his chest at the fact that he was using them quickly faded, however, when he looked to his friend once more.

There was a slight shine to his body, making it obvious he was still wet from whatever he had been doing from the hips up. His skin was hidden below the hips beneath a pair of shorts that had the word ‘Nasty’ written across the ass of them, the cloth clinging to his body in all the right places. Wet hair was matted down to his head, sticking to his forehead slightly, not moving whenever the younger male moved his head. Hips sway and roll at just the right moments, body moving in time with the music he had playing, blue eyes closed as a small grin spread across his face.

Shiro’s eyes were glued to the guy he had found himself attracted to halfway through their first year of knowing each other, watching each move his slim form made. It wasn’t until the music had stopped and Lance had opened his eyes that he realized Shiro had been watching him.

“Shiro!” Lance’s voice raised in a startled screech, a hand moving to rest on his chest over his heart. Shiro seemed to snap out of his daze, a beautiful shade of red standing out against his skin.

“Shit, Lance, I’m sorry-” He was quick to turn away, a hand coming up to cover his blushing face in a poor attempt to hide the flush. He prepared himself for the other to yell at him, but instead, bright laughter met his ears. Cautiously, he looked back at the younger male, dark eyes meeting bright blue hues as Lance grinned behind his hand, his laughter having quickly died down to quiet snickers. There was a slight flush spread across his cheeks, though it wasn’t nearly as bad as Shiro’s.

“Shit, Shiro, you should have told me you were there.” Lance murmured between giggles, hand lowering slightly so his grin was more visible to the older male. A slightly nervous laugh passed Shiro’s lips as he looked away once more, a hand coming up to the back of his neck.

“Sorry, I just, uh...Sorry.” He cleared his throat, turning his attention back to him and finding himself staring once more as he took in the sight of what he assumed was water trailing down Lance’s chest. He darted his eyes up to meet the other’s when he heard a laugh and noticed him coming closer, eyes trained on him. There was an almost playful glint in those beautiful blue orbs as he stopped in front of Shiro, head cocking to the side ever so slightly.

“You'll burn a hole through me if you keep staring, Shiro.” With a shit eating grin, he moved to close the door, Shiro having completely forgotten to do it. Said male was frozen in place, face flushed a dark shade of red that pulled a laugh from the younger male when he noticed it. “Get comfortable, I’ll be out in a minute.” Shiro jumped slightly when he felt Lance pat his back with a little more force than necessary and nodded, clearing his throat.

“Okay- Yeah, uh, okay.” He huffed quietly when he heard Lance laugh again, though his lips did curl upwards slightly as he watched him go back to his room.

“Shiro, I swear to god-” There was laughter in Lance’s voice as he squirmed slightly in the arms wrapped firmly around his waist, trying to keep a grin from spreading across his face.

They had only been watching movies, like they usually did on Saturdays, and at some point, Lance had ended up sitting between Shiro’s legs, his back pressed against the older male’s chest. It wasn’t uncommon for them to end up like this, just laying on the couch in each other’s arms while watching something on the tv.

Only just recently, however, Shiro had learned something about Lance from Keith.

His fingers dug into the smaller male’s sides and a fairly loud squeal left him, his head falling back onto Shiro’s shoulder as he laughed, trying to squirm out of his arms.

“Shiro!”

According to Keith, Lance was extremely ticklish. When Shiro had asked how he knew this, he explained how back in high school, in one of their shared classes, one of their friends, Hunk, had grabbed his sides and Lance squealed like a little girl. After that, Keith and Hunk both took advantage of their new found discovery by tickling Lance whenever he started acting up.

Now, Shiro knew for sure that it was very much so true.

“Shiro, please-!” Lance’s laughter echoed through the dorm as he squirmed in his friend’s arms, hands assaulting his sides. Shiro felt a grin spread across his face as he continued the attack, tightening his hold on the other slightly when he felt him move lower in his arms.

“Magic word?” There was a teasing tone to the older male’s voice and he dug his fingers into Lance’s sides, pulling another squeal from him.

“Please!” Lance tried to arch out of Shiro’s arms, only stopping when he felt his hands move away from his sides and instead rest on his stomach. He breathed in deeply, laughter dying down to giggles before disappearing completely as he tried to even his breathing. “I hate you..” He breathed out, tilting his head back to look at Shiro. Said male just grinned down at him, leaning down to press a barely there kiss against his forehead.

“No you don’t.” Shiro’s bright eyes and overall joyful expression warmed Lance’s heart and he felt a smile of his own curl his lips upwards as he raised a hand to push the other’s head away. The laughter that met his ears made his smile widen slightly and he relaxed into Shiro’s chest, moving his hand to cover one of the ones resting on his stomach.

“You’re right, I don’t.”

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