[fanfic: Voltron] Close to you (4/8) -- 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 4: First/Last.
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.
Shiro's inclination for Lance wasn't a sudden thing or even one that Shiro didn't see coming. So please, ignore every lewd comment that Matt said because it wasn't like that.
Yes, Lance was attractive but Shiro met the guy when he was an awkward 14 years old and Keith's self-declared frenemy. Shiro had barely thought Pretty eyes before the rest of his attention went elsewhere.
Lance, however, was a constant in Keith's life, just as much as Hunk and Pidge, so Shiro had been reminded that Lance had pretty eyes for years. Plus, Lance was fun to be around and he was smart as he was mischievous so of course that Shiro liked him, approved him as Keith's friend no matter how many complaints Keith could throw his way, even. Lance, Shiro decided ages ago, was nice and safe.
But then Lance hit 18 and took his braces out, cut the long bangs out of his hair and his shoulders, arms and back finally realized that they were carrying the body of a swimmer so they might as well grow pleasantly defined and strong; his legs also got the memo, by the way. And that was how Lance stopped being Awkward-Langy Lance to be He-Is-Gonna-Be-A-Heartbreaker-In-A-Few-Years Lance.
Shiro could see he was attractive right away but it really didn't matter at that moment because Shiro and Matt were going to college, they were adults now, and Keith and his crew were the new seniors in their high school. They stopped seeing each other all the time once Shiro took off.
Shiro entered college and then he met Allura, Ulaz, Thace and, well, you know Slav, and everything was a challenge but it was also fun and a new adventure. Shiro discovered that boobs weren't really that much great as dicks were, and Matt discovered that he didn't care about genders at all. They also discovered that they had what their professor called good hands (at programming--No, it's not an euphemism for masturbation, please, again, just never listen to Matt), so they were good in their career path.
Before Shiro knew it, their first year was over and Keith and his crew were all accepted in the same college so Shiro went home full with excitement and happiness and pride because his little baby brother was going to be the grumpiest astronomer in the world and that sounded amazing.
Shiro saw Lance a couple of times on his vacations, of course. Hell, he even helped move the guy out of his house straight to his college room but still, Shiro's brain apparently was still seeing Lance through the Keith's-friend goggles because it was way into Lance's first year at college that Shiro finally understood what the jumping on his stomach every time he glanced at Lance's direction meant.
When Shiro first realized he was seriously attracted to Lance, the other boy was standing in a coffeeshop queue, dressed up in a jacket that accentuated all the right places of his body, helped by dark skinny jeans hugging his long legs and beany on his head that made his blue eyes pop out even more than usual. Shiro felt a very powerful and encompassing shiver conquering his whole body at the view.
Well, damn, he thought. Lance was hot. Really, really hot.
And then Lance turned around, spotted Shiro in the crowd and smiled, all familiar and sunny and perfect. And that was it. Shiro was gone. What was breathing?
It got worst and worst the more time he spent with Lance. Because Lance was still endearing and sweet and charismatic and everything that Shiro had always liked about him but now porting a body that made Shiro stop and stare. And stare, and stare.
Matt told him that he had caught Shiro longingly staring at Lance's tights. More than once. Like four times that same week. On a Wednesday.
On the other hand, the terrifying one, Shiro was pretty sure it wasn't just a physical thing because he had proof of it. Both quantitative (see the Relationship Compatibility App's result) and qualitative. The qualitative one, however, it wasn't so easy to point out, not as specific, but Shiro always got one event that...
It was also the first time Shiro accepted that Lance was the answer to all those stressful, awful days that left Shiro feeling like crap, those days on which he had to force himself to feel better and carry on working just by sheer will.
That day in particular, Shiro was fighting a battle against gravity for his head. Half of him wanted to rest his head on the table and sleep a little, right there at the library, the other half of him wanted to keep studying and just be done with it. In consequence, he was doing nothing at all, not resting, not reading, just blinking at nothing and breathing.
Gosh, he was tired.
“Hard day, Shiro?” Lance said softly, accommodating himself on Shiro's table, pulling out of his backpack a text book and his laptop.
“You can say that again.”
“Ouch, man. But yeah, me too. Uh, mind if I join you? I just need to finish something in my new character’s design. The 3D animation is kicking my butt.”
Shiro smiled. “Mmh. Sounds impressive. What are you working on?”
“Basic 3D animation of a character, really. An original character, that's it. I just need her to wave and turn around and, well, I really want her to blow out a kiss but I might need to get a bit more realistic with my timeframe and skills.” Lance shrugged. “Plus, right now I'm just learning this new program so my character looks more like a half formed pile of clay than a pixelated human but, well, whateves.”
Lance showed him the screen of his laptop and, yes, there it was a greenish vaguely female character on it. As Lance had put it, she looked like a body made out of clay.
“She looks... Ok?” Shiro tried to sound reassuring.
Lance laughed out loud, seemly amused by Shiro's comment.
“It's fine, dude. 'Ok' is a compliment, I'm telling you. I haven't finished her 3D design, but! But! Check this ouuuut...!” And then Lance pulsed a key and the character started dancing. It wasn't a fancy dance or even a flashy one; the character just went up and down bending her knees while moving her arms on waves like electrocuted noodles. It was simultaneously very simple and pretty damn funny.
Shiro laughed. “Oh my God! That's amazing!”
Lance beamed, looking at his creation with amusement. “Yeah, well... That's what happens when you leave me alone with a whole pot of coffee and no supervision. I wanted her to dance La Macarena but, hmm, maybe in the future...”
“Please, let me know when you do it!”
Lance looked at Shiro with open fondness at that. And so, inexplicably and little by little, every stressful and heavy weight that Shiro was carrying dissolved themselves away, his brain was suddenly clear and his mood got instantaneously better than ever that day.
A few seconds passed and neither of them looked away. Then, with a gentleness that Lance reserved for his loved ones only, he squeezed Shiro's hand lightly, caring. “Can I stay here while you keep studying?”
“Yes. Please.”
Lance quietly smiled the rest of the afternoon.
So really, openly flirting with Lance? Yeah, that got a long time coming. Still, listening to Lance talk to Keith about... About, well, him... It was incredibly flattering and a little bit embarrassing. Matt had the gall to keep his mouth shut about the whole deal, against all odds, and Shiro felt himself glowing a little, an easy grin in his lips permanently.
Keith, Allura and Pidge looked at him with suspicion. Hunk commented that Shiro looked good while happy and Lance... Lance kept low-key flirting with him, teasingly fun and friendly.
All in all, it was a pretty good spring break.
On their last day on the lake house, just when they finished carrying all of their stuff out of the door and into their cars, Lance locked his pretty eyes with Shiro's before winking and pointed at him with silly finger guns. “See you around?” Lance asked with a suggestive voice
Keith face palmed himself.
“I'm counting on it,” Shiro responded as suave as he could with Matt's exaggerated giggles as soundtrack.
Lance's smile turned sweet and beautifully cheerful.
Allura and Matt teased Shiro the whole trip back to their campus. Shiro's enamored smiled didn't falter once.
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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 4: First/Last.
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.
Shiro's inclination for Lance wasn't a sudden thing or even one that Shiro didn't see coming. So please, ignore every lewd comment that Matt said because it wasn't like that.
Yes, Lance was attractive but Shiro met the guy when he was an awkward 14 years old and Keith's self-declared frenemy. Shiro had barely thought Pretty eyes before the rest of his attention went elsewhere.
Lance, however, was a constant in Keith's life, just as much as Hunk and Pidge, so Shiro had been reminded that Lance had pretty eyes for years. Plus, Lance was fun to be around and he was smart as he was mischievous so of course that Shiro liked him, approved him as Keith's friend no matter how many complaints Keith could throw his way, even. Lance, Shiro decided ages ago, was nice and safe.
But then Lance hit 18 and took his braces out, cut the long bangs out of his hair and his shoulders, arms and back finally realized that they were carrying the body of a swimmer so they might as well grow pleasantly defined and strong; his legs also got the memo, by the way. And that was how Lance stopped being Awkward-Langy Lance to be He-Is-Gonna-Be-A-Heartbreaker-In-A-Few-Years Lance.
Shiro could see he was attractive right away but it really didn't matter at that moment because Shiro and Matt were going to college, they were adults now, and Keith and his crew were the new seniors in their high school. They stopped seeing each other all the time once Shiro took off.
Shiro entered college and then he met Allura, Ulaz, Thace and, well, you know Slav, and everything was a challenge but it was also fun and a new adventure. Shiro discovered that boobs weren't really that much great as dicks were, and Matt discovered that he didn't care about genders at all. They also discovered that they had what their professor called good hands (at programming--No, it's not an euphemism for masturbation, please, again, just never listen to Matt), so they were good in their career path.
Before Shiro knew it, their first year was over and Keith and his crew were all accepted in the same college so Shiro went home full with excitement and happiness and pride because his little baby brother was going to be the grumpiest astronomer in the world and that sounded amazing.
Shiro saw Lance a couple of times on his vacations, of course. Hell, he even helped move the guy out of his house straight to his college room but still, Shiro's brain apparently was still seeing Lance through the Keith's-friend goggles because it was way into Lance's first year at college that Shiro finally understood what the jumping on his stomach every time he glanced at Lance's direction meant.
When Shiro first realized he was seriously attracted to Lance, the other boy was standing in a coffeeshop queue, dressed up in a jacket that accentuated all the right places of his body, helped by dark skinny jeans hugging his long legs and beany on his head that made his blue eyes pop out even more than usual. Shiro felt a very powerful and encompassing shiver conquering his whole body at the view.
Well, damn, he thought. Lance was hot. Really, really hot.
And then Lance turned around, spotted Shiro in the crowd and smiled, all familiar and sunny and perfect. And that was it. Shiro was gone. What was breathing?
It got worst and worst the more time he spent with Lance. Because Lance was still endearing and sweet and charismatic and everything that Shiro had always liked about him but now porting a body that made Shiro stop and stare. And stare, and stare.
Matt told him that he had caught Shiro longingly staring at Lance's tights. More than once. Like four times that same week. On a Wednesday.
On the other hand, the terrifying one, Shiro was pretty sure it wasn't just a physical thing because he had proof of it. Both quantitative (see the Relationship Compatibility App's result) and qualitative. The qualitative one, however, it wasn't so easy to point out, not as specific, but Shiro always got one event that...
It was also the first time Shiro accepted that Lance was the answer to all those stressful, awful days that left Shiro feeling like crap, those days on which he had to force himself to feel better and carry on working just by sheer will.
That day in particular, Shiro was fighting a battle against gravity for his head. Half of him wanted to rest his head on the table and sleep a little, right there at the library, the other half of him wanted to keep studying and just be done with it. In consequence, he was doing nothing at all, not resting, not reading, just blinking at nothing and breathing.
Gosh, he was tired.
“Hard day, Shiro?” Lance said softly, accommodating himself on Shiro's table, pulling out of his backpack a text book and his laptop.
“You can say that again.”
“Ouch, man. But yeah, me too. Uh, mind if I join you? I just need to finish something in my new character’s design. The 3D animation is kicking my butt.”
Shiro smiled. “Mmh. Sounds impressive. What are you working on?”
“Basic 3D animation of a character, really. An original character, that's it. I just need her to wave and turn around and, well, I really want her to blow out a kiss but I might need to get a bit more realistic with my timeframe and skills.” Lance shrugged. “Plus, right now I'm just learning this new program so my character looks more like a half formed pile of clay than a pixelated human but, well, whateves.”
Lance showed him the screen of his laptop and, yes, there it was a greenish vaguely female character on it. As Lance had put it, she looked like a body made out of clay.
“She looks... Ok?” Shiro tried to sound reassuring.
Lance laughed out loud, seemly amused by Shiro's comment.
“It's fine, dude. 'Ok' is a compliment, I'm telling you. I haven't finished her 3D design, but! But! Check this ouuuut...!” And then Lance pulsed a key and the character started dancing. It wasn't a fancy dance or even a flashy one; the character just went up and down bending her knees while moving her arms on waves like electrocuted noodles. It was simultaneously very simple and pretty damn funny.
Shiro laughed. “Oh my God! That's amazing!”
Lance beamed, looking at his creation with amusement. “Yeah, well... That's what happens when you leave me alone with a whole pot of coffee and no supervision. I wanted her to dance La Macarena but, hmm, maybe in the future...”
“Please, let me know when you do it!”
Lance looked at Shiro with open fondness at that. And so, inexplicably and little by little, every stressful and heavy weight that Shiro was carrying dissolved themselves away, his brain was suddenly clear and his mood got instantaneously better than ever that day.
A few seconds passed and neither of them looked away. Then, with a gentleness that Lance reserved for his loved ones only, he squeezed Shiro's hand lightly, caring. “Can I stay here while you keep studying?”
“Yes. Please.”
Lance quietly smiled the rest of the afternoon.
So really, openly flirting with Lance? Yeah, that got a long time coming. Still, listening to Lance talk to Keith about... About, well, him... It was incredibly flattering and a little bit embarrassing. Matt had the gall to keep his mouth shut about the whole deal, against all odds, and Shiro felt himself glowing a little, an easy grin in his lips permanently.
Keith, Allura and Pidge looked at him with suspicion. Hunk commented that Shiro looked good while happy and Lance... Lance kept low-key flirting with him, teasingly fun and friendly.
All in all, it was a pretty good spring break.
On their last day on the lake house, just when they finished carrying all of their stuff out of the door and into their cars, Lance locked his pretty eyes with Shiro's before winking and pointed at him with silly finger guns. “See you around?” Lance asked with a suggestive voice
Keith face palmed himself.
“I'm counting on it,” Shiro responded as suave as he could with Matt's exaggerated giggles as soundtrack.
Lance's smile turned sweet and beautifully cheerful.
Allura and Matt teased Shiro the whole trip back to their campus. Shiro's enamored smiled didn't falter once.
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