[fanfic: Voltron] Close to you (1/8) -- Shance
Title: Close to you
Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
Characters: Shiro, Lance. Matt, Keith, Slav, etc.
Pairing: Shance (Shiro/Lance)
Language: English (oh God)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance. Fluff.
Beta reader: Cute Amaranthkick.
N/A: For the Shance Fluff Week (2017). Day 1: Black/Blue.
Summary:
“According to our data, Shiro and Lance are the most compatible in the test group, plus there's a high chance they'll end up together in the near future,” Slav said.
“Where did we go wrong?” Ulaz asked, looking at the blackboard.
“You have to accept it! You don't have to do anything with the information but it's the truth,” Slav said like Shiro was the one with problems to believe him.
As if.
Let Shiro make something perfectly clear, he didn't hate Slav.
No matter how much empirical evidence Keith and Matt thought they had, Shiro really, really didn't.
The guy just stepped on Shiro's temper the wrong way and ruined his zen state pretty easily, but he didn't hate Slav.
He just wasn't Shiro's best friend, or his go-to companion, or his favorite addition to their statistics-study group. Slav was way too good in statistics and math, though, so Shiro wasn't around complaining all time about how much he couldn't stand the peculiar dude. (-Shut up, Matt.)
Slav was actually quite helpful when he wasn't panicking over the most absurd things, ruining Shiro's very well known coolness because “there's a 3.2 percent of chance that we all die in a fire the moment you close the door of our classroom!!!”. So there.
Although Hunk, who didn't even share any classes with Shiro and his group, once said to Shiro that Slav was the Lance to his Keith. Keith took offense on the statement, though, and went as far as admitting that Lance and him were friends, “and I have never wanted to kill Lance in a painful and gory way; a quick and merciful dead is fine.” Which was both a relief (Yeih! Keith had friends!) and a concern to Shiro because... Surely he didn't snap at Slav that badly? Probably people were exaggerating.
Ok, so there have been moments on which Shiro had wanted to slap him, and Allura wasn't about to let him forget the day she had commanded Shiro to take a lap around the campus because she had known Shiro was seconds away from throttling him, but, in all seriousness, Shiro was a patient guy and Slav was full of good intentions so Shiro usually tried with all his might to cut him some slack.
Plus, there were days on which putting up with Slav lifted Shiro's mood up to the stratosphere.
Normally those were the days that their professor gave them back their papers and exams, all marked with the highest of the scores thanks to all the team work. Because, hey, Shiro was willing to accept that for all that Slav was weird and exasperating, he had his heart in the right place.
Plus, sometimes, that guy was so, so, so wise.
“According to our data... Shiro and Lance are the most compatible in the test group, plus there's a high chance they'll end up together in the near future,” Slav said, barely taking his eyes off his tablet, like he had said the most unimportant piece of information ever.
Matt gasped, however, and Allura's eyes went comically wide. Shiro, on the other hand, inhaled... And kept inhaling until he was drowning with oxygen.
“What?” Asked Thace going over the math on the acrylic blackboard marked with the tittle RELATIONSHIP COMPATIBILITY APP (Goooooooo, Team Matt Shiro Allura)
Allura went over Slav and with a gentle gesture took his table away him to study it. “Well... I'm afraid he's correct. The app with all of our personal data gave that as our first result...”
“Where did we go wrong?” Ulaz asked, looking at the blackboard as well.
Matt laughed and Shiro finally remembered to exhale.
“Nowhere. If that's the final result then that's the final result,” Matt answered, the bastard, grinning and everything.
“Well, it's our first test-run of the app, there could be some mist-”
“My calculation are sound, Thace,” Slav said with conviction and even a tad of irritation. “We went over all the equations and all the variables. We can make it better, of course, but this first result is correct. I told you all that it was better to make an app that predicts if you're going to die that day and how but noooo, you all said it wasn't commercial enough. So fine. But now you have to accept the results. And the final answer is that Shiro, who's represented by the black color right here on the chart, and Lance, he's the blue one, have the potential to be the best couple out of all the data submitted by our test group and that's final.”
Matt laughed again. “Can I see that?” he asked Slav with a friendly grin.
Slav passed over his tablet while looking at Shiro without blinking, clearly uncomfortable. “You have to accept it. You don't have to do anything with the information but it's the truth,” Slav said like Shiro was the one with problems to believe him.
As if.
“I...” Shiro cleared his throat and shrugged, completely nonchalant. “Yes. Of course... I believe you. It's a... Eh, a good result, I guess.”
“It also says here that there's a pretty good chance that Keith will murder someone with Katie's help,” Matt added like that counted for anything.
“My math-”
“Slav has proved himself too many times already, Matt!” Shiro exclaimed moving his arms around the room. “If that means you sister and my bother are potential killers, well, now we know about it for sure and can prevent it. And it isn't even that much of a surprise, let's be honest. But if the app says that then it's true and that's it! The app has spoken, guys!”
They all gazed at Shiro like he was the one with the Possibly a Killer hanging on his neck. Slav included. Shiro looked at everyone in the study group dead in the eyes for a couple of minutes.
“Eh... Then, hm, good job, team?” Ulaz said, unconvinced.
“Yes! That! Good job team! And good job to you, Slav!” Shiro answered, raising from his seat to hug Slav while doing so.
Slav panicked. “There's a 98 percent chance that the world is ending right now. Right at this next second!” He shouted from Shiro's chest.
Allura rolled her eyes.
“Yes, indeed,” she said grinning, nonetheless.
“Is this the real reason why you insisted so much on working on this app as our next project?” Matt asked, eyebrows high on his forehead.
“I have no idea of what you're talking about,” Shiro smiled. “None.”
“... I think you're asphyxiating Slav, Shiro,” Thace pointed out.
“Nah. I'm just euphorically congratulating him.”
“World... Ending... 90 percent...”
See? Slav was such a great guy. Who was Shiro to hate or even dislike a dude so wise and talented like Slav?
(Lance's possible next boyfriend, that's who he was, by the way. That was the answer. That was th-Stop laughing, Matt!)
Or AO3
Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
Characters: Shiro, Lance. Matt, Keith, Slav, etc.
Pairing: Shance (Shiro/Lance)
Language: English (oh God)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance. Fluff.
Beta reader: Cute Amaranthkick.
N/A: For the Shance Fluff Week (2017). Day 1: Black/Blue.
Summary:
“According to our data, Shiro and Lance are the most compatible in the test group, plus there's a high chance they'll end up together in the near future,” Slav said.
“Where did we go wrong?” Ulaz asked, looking at the blackboard.
“You have to accept it! You don't have to do anything with the information but it's the truth,” Slav said like Shiro was the one with problems to believe him.
As if.
Let Shiro make something perfectly clear, he didn't hate Slav.
No matter how much empirical evidence Keith and Matt thought they had, Shiro really, really didn't.
The guy just stepped on Shiro's temper the wrong way and ruined his zen state pretty easily, but he didn't hate Slav.
He just wasn't Shiro's best friend, or his go-to companion, or his favorite addition to their statistics-study group. Slav was way too good in statistics and math, though, so Shiro wasn't around complaining all time about how much he couldn't stand the peculiar dude. (-Shut up, Matt.)
Slav was actually quite helpful when he wasn't panicking over the most absurd things, ruining Shiro's very well known coolness because “there's a 3.2 percent of chance that we all die in a fire the moment you close the door of our classroom!!!”. So there.
Although Hunk, who didn't even share any classes with Shiro and his group, once said to Shiro that Slav was the Lance to his Keith. Keith took offense on the statement, though, and went as far as admitting that Lance and him were friends, “and I have never wanted to kill Lance in a painful and gory way; a quick and merciful dead is fine.” Which was both a relief (Yeih! Keith had friends!) and a concern to Shiro because... Surely he didn't snap at Slav that badly? Probably people were exaggerating.
Ok, so there have been moments on which Shiro had wanted to slap him, and Allura wasn't about to let him forget the day she had commanded Shiro to take a lap around the campus because she had known Shiro was seconds away from throttling him, but, in all seriousness, Shiro was a patient guy and Slav was full of good intentions so Shiro usually tried with all his might to cut him some slack.
Plus, there were days on which putting up with Slav lifted Shiro's mood up to the stratosphere.
Normally those were the days that their professor gave them back their papers and exams, all marked with the highest of the scores thanks to all the team work. Because, hey, Shiro was willing to accept that for all that Slav was weird and exasperating, he had his heart in the right place.
Plus, sometimes, that guy was so, so, so wise.
“According to our data... Shiro and Lance are the most compatible in the test group, plus there's a high chance they'll end up together in the near future,” Slav said, barely taking his eyes off his tablet, like he had said the most unimportant piece of information ever.
Matt gasped, however, and Allura's eyes went comically wide. Shiro, on the other hand, inhaled... And kept inhaling until he was drowning with oxygen.
“What?” Asked Thace going over the math on the acrylic blackboard marked with the tittle RELATIONSHIP COMPATIBILITY APP (Goooooooo, Team Matt Shiro Allura)
Allura went over Slav and with a gentle gesture took his table away him to study it. “Well... I'm afraid he's correct. The app with all of our personal data gave that as our first result...”
“Where did we go wrong?” Ulaz asked, looking at the blackboard as well.
Matt laughed and Shiro finally remembered to exhale.
“Nowhere. If that's the final result then that's the final result,” Matt answered, the bastard, grinning and everything.
“Well, it's our first test-run of the app, there could be some mist-”
“My calculation are sound, Thace,” Slav said with conviction and even a tad of irritation. “We went over all the equations and all the variables. We can make it better, of course, but this first result is correct. I told you all that it was better to make an app that predicts if you're going to die that day and how but noooo, you all said it wasn't commercial enough. So fine. But now you have to accept the results. And the final answer is that Shiro, who's represented by the black color right here on the chart, and Lance, he's the blue one, have the potential to be the best couple out of all the data submitted by our test group and that's final.”
Matt laughed again. “Can I see that?” he asked Slav with a friendly grin.
Slav passed over his tablet while looking at Shiro without blinking, clearly uncomfortable. “You have to accept it. You don't have to do anything with the information but it's the truth,” Slav said like Shiro was the one with problems to believe him.
As if.
“I...” Shiro cleared his throat and shrugged, completely nonchalant. “Yes. Of course... I believe you. It's a... Eh, a good result, I guess.”
“It also says here that there's a pretty good chance that Keith will murder someone with Katie's help,” Matt added like that counted for anything.
“My math-”
“Slav has proved himself too many times already, Matt!” Shiro exclaimed moving his arms around the room. “If that means you sister and my bother are potential killers, well, now we know about it for sure and can prevent it. And it isn't even that much of a surprise, let's be honest. But if the app says that then it's true and that's it! The app has spoken, guys!”
They all gazed at Shiro like he was the one with the Possibly a Killer hanging on his neck. Slav included. Shiro looked at everyone in the study group dead in the eyes for a couple of minutes.
“Eh... Then, hm, good job, team?” Ulaz said, unconvinced.
“Yes! That! Good job team! And good job to you, Slav!” Shiro answered, raising from his seat to hug Slav while doing so.
Slav panicked. “There's a 98 percent chance that the world is ending right now. Right at this next second!” He shouted from Shiro's chest.
Allura rolled her eyes.
“Yes, indeed,” she said grinning, nonetheless.
“Is this the real reason why you insisted so much on working on this app as our next project?” Matt asked, eyebrows high on his forehead.
“I have no idea of what you're talking about,” Shiro smiled. “None.”
“... I think you're asphyxiating Slav, Shiro,” Thace pointed out.
“Nah. I'm just euphorically congratulating him.”
“World... Ending... 90 percent...”
See? Slav was such a great guy. Who was Shiro to hate or even dislike a dude so wise and talented like Slav?
(Lance's possible next boyfriend, that's who he was, by the way. That was the answer. That was th-Stop laughing, Matt!)
Or AO3