[fanfic: Voltron] Close to you (5/8) -- 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 5: Cuddles/Hugs.
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.
“I'm just saying that they would make a great couple!” Lance opined glancing over Shiro's doubtful expression. “Come on! Think about it! They are perfect together!”
“I don't see it,” Shiro comment with a shrug. “Kirk and Spock, on the on the hand...”
Lance stopped walking for a bit and put a hand over his heart with a dramatic gaps, Shiro smirked and continued his way on the sidewalk. The night was quiet and just slightly cold, perfect for their stroll back to their rooms.
“I should have known you're a main-stream kind of guy. Gosh! Me and my rare pairing are judging you, Shiro, we're judging you hard.”
Shiro laughed. “Sure. Judge all you want about a fictional pairing on a fictional show... That it's even more fictional because is so rare, it's crazy.”
Lance gasped again, catching up to Shiro's pace quickly. “I don't think you're ready to the greatness that is the Kirk/Chekov pairing so, just for that, I let you be. For now,” Lance said with a magnanimous tone of voice.
Shiro raised and eyebrow. “No, Lance. I seriously think you're wrong...,” he said.
“What do you m-?”
“... Because Sulu and Chekov are my OTP.”
“Oh! My! GOD!” Predictably, Lance throw himself to the ground, arms raised high to the sky. “Whyyyyyy? Just... Why?!”
“They're cute together,” Shiro answered honestly. Then, he rolled his eyes. “Come on, we just saw a marathon of the movies and somehow you watched more chemistry between Kirk and Chekov than between Sulu and Chekov? They even made Sulu gay in the new movies just to make it easier, I'm sure of it!”
Lance looked at him from the floor like Shiro had just betrayed him. “Excuse me?! Did you watch the last movie, the emotion and the loyalty and the trust between Kirk and Chekov?! That's true love!”
“Right, right,” Shiro rolled his eyes once more for good measure and helped Lance off the ground. “Whatever you say.”
“Hm. Well, there's still plenty of time to make you change your mind. Like, you can ship whatever you wanna but someday, not too far away, you're gonna be OK with Kirk and Chekov together, you just wait.”
“Sure, Lance,” Shiro smirked, relaxed and picked up their walk again.
“So, we don't have the same OTPs in Star Trek but I'm sure we can find a pairing we both ship.”
Shiro nodded. “Ok. Let's see.”
“Stucky?” Lance asked in a hopeful voice.
Shiro grimaced. “Stony.”
“Seriously?! You rather Steve with Tony than with Bucky?! His friend and most loyal companion?!” Lance almost shouted in astonishment.
Shiro moved his hands in what he hoped was a What can you do? gesture and kept moving forward.
Lance took the hint and let it go. “Fine, fine. Right. Ok. How about...? Oh, yeah! Harry Potter? Drarry is amazing, am I right?”
Shiro made a point of glancing at his moving feet just so he didn't have to look Lance's progressively more distressed face.
“Mh. I like Draco with... Ghhg.”
Lance blinked, confused, and shortened the space between their bodies so he could hear Shiro better. “What was that?” He asked.
“Ggghhhg,” Shiro repeated.
“Did you just said Hermione? Because I think I can see the appeali-”
“I said 'Ron'!” Shiro half yelled, cheeks a bit red. “Ron and Draco have so much potential! And I've never get why other people like Draco with anybody else!”
“... With Ron?!” And, of course, Lance started laughing at that. At loud. Bending over himself and everything because he couldn't breathe. “And-And you gave me shit over Kirk and Chekov...”
“You gotta admit that they're fascinating!”
Lance mocked him. “Uh-uhm, uh-uhm. Not! You're officially insane!”
“Pff! Shut up and think more pairings.”
Lance kept coming up with (fandom) popular couples from different tv shows, movies and even books that they both had in common, and time and time again Shiro's responses weren't what Lance was expecting from him or vice versa (“Destiel, right?” “Eh, Sastiel” “What the actual fuck, Lance?!”). Even though, they continued lazily walking until they were standing outside Lance's room building.
Shiro didn't think much of Lance's silent behavior for the last few minutes, attributing it to the irrevocable fact that right there and then they had to say goodbye, ending their (what was possibly but maybe not really because no one had said it yet) first date.
Shiro didn't know how to end the night, nor he wanted to but when he looked over his companion Lance's scowled features told Shiro that Lance was worried for something more than a goodbye.
“Hey, what's wrong?” Shiro asked taking in Lance's eyes fixed on the floor and the way his hands were on his jacket and his shoulders were shrunken like he was trying to make himself smaller.
“Nothing's wrong,” Lance said in a soft, careful voice. “It's stupid, I know that but... We really are different, aren't we?” Suddenly he looked at Shiro with the whole force of his vulnerable and very blue eyes. “We can't even agree in the way... I mean, I know these are fictional relationships but... Hmm. Our tastes are so... Different.”
Shiro took a deep breathe, knowing quite well what Lance's point was. He knew it because Shiro had thought about it for a long, long time. That was the real reason it took Shiro more than three weeks after the spring break to ask Lance out to watch the Star Trek marathon, and even then, they had never called it a date.
They were really different, inside out, and the sudden separation from Lance gave Shiro a small panic attack, all of his self-doubt asking at once if it was a good idea to compromise the group's balance and interaction and friendship just for Shiro to finally kiss Lance, to be with him in a completely new way; if it was worth it.
And after three days semi-hiding on his bed and a good talk with Allura and Matt, Shiro knew the answer to that.
Of course it was worth it. Lance and their possible relationship was so, so worth it.
“Yes, they are,” Shiro answered as tender as he could. “Because we're very different. But,” Shiro smiled, softly cupping Lance's face on one of his hands, “I can think of at least one pairing I know we both'll like. A lot.”
Lance's smile was tentative, nervous but still quite beautiful. “Really?” He asked.
Shiro nodded and Lance beamed at him, eyes shining, his whole face illuminated with fragile happiness. Shiro kept smiling and then Lance tilted his body just a little and Shiro took the hint right away.
Shiro arms wrapped themselves over Lance's medium and Lance's hands were over his shoulders and nape. Not so suddenly, they were hugging. Shiro's nose on Lance's hair, Lance inhaling and exhaling over Shiro's neck, their legs rocking a bit in a invisible dance.
Shiro breathed once more, taking in the smell of Lance's kiwi scented shampoo and tightened his arms just a fraction more around Lance, feeling himself become simultaneously more grounded and lighter at the same time.
Shiro was happy. So worth it.
“I'm talking about Leia and Han, of course,” Shiro said with an audible smirk.
Lance started laughing right away just where he was by Shiro's neck, moving his whole body with laughter like he usually do and now, finally, Shiro got to feel it all over. “Dibs on Han!” Lance added fast.
“Of course,” Shiro rolled his eyes, pulling just barely away from him, looking at Lance's eyes again.
“You'll make a cute Leia, anyway,” Lance said with a smile and a wink. And then, “Good night, Shiro,” Lance whispered, affectionately kissing Shiro's cheek.
Shiro blushed a little, a sweet feeling slowly conquering his chest, stomach, arms, legs and face.
“Good night, Lance,” he whispered back before finally breaking the hug.
Lance went into his building, pausing just once to wave at Shiro before going out of sight. Shiro took a second to compose himself and then continued his path to his own dorm room.
He couldn't stop smiling.
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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 5: Cuddles/Hugs.
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.
“I'm just saying that they would make a great couple!” Lance opined glancing over Shiro's doubtful expression. “Come on! Think about it! They are perfect together!”
“I don't see it,” Shiro comment with a shrug. “Kirk and Spock, on the on the hand...”
Lance stopped walking for a bit and put a hand over his heart with a dramatic gaps, Shiro smirked and continued his way on the sidewalk. The night was quiet and just slightly cold, perfect for their stroll back to their rooms.
“I should have known you're a main-stream kind of guy. Gosh! Me and my rare pairing are judging you, Shiro, we're judging you hard.”
Shiro laughed. “Sure. Judge all you want about a fictional pairing on a fictional show... That it's even more fictional because is so rare, it's crazy.”
Lance gasped again, catching up to Shiro's pace quickly. “I don't think you're ready to the greatness that is the Kirk/Chekov pairing so, just for that, I let you be. For now,” Lance said with a magnanimous tone of voice.
Shiro raised and eyebrow. “No, Lance. I seriously think you're wrong...,” he said.
“What do you m-?”
“... Because Sulu and Chekov are my OTP.”
“Oh! My! GOD!” Predictably, Lance throw himself to the ground, arms raised high to the sky. “Whyyyyyy? Just... Why?!”
“They're cute together,” Shiro answered honestly. Then, he rolled his eyes. “Come on, we just saw a marathon of the movies and somehow you watched more chemistry between Kirk and Chekov than between Sulu and Chekov? They even made Sulu gay in the new movies just to make it easier, I'm sure of it!”
Lance looked at him from the floor like Shiro had just betrayed him. “Excuse me?! Did you watch the last movie, the emotion and the loyalty and the trust between Kirk and Chekov?! That's true love!”
“Right, right,” Shiro rolled his eyes once more for good measure and helped Lance off the ground. “Whatever you say.”
“Hm. Well, there's still plenty of time to make you change your mind. Like, you can ship whatever you wanna but someday, not too far away, you're gonna be OK with Kirk and Chekov together, you just wait.”
“Sure, Lance,” Shiro smirked, relaxed and picked up their walk again.
“So, we don't have the same OTPs in Star Trek but I'm sure we can find a pairing we both ship.”
Shiro nodded. “Ok. Let's see.”
“Stucky?” Lance asked in a hopeful voice.
Shiro grimaced. “Stony.”
“Seriously?! You rather Steve with Tony than with Bucky?! His friend and most loyal companion?!” Lance almost shouted in astonishment.
Shiro moved his hands in what he hoped was a What can you do? gesture and kept moving forward.
Lance took the hint and let it go. “Fine, fine. Right. Ok. How about...? Oh, yeah! Harry Potter? Drarry is amazing, am I right?”
Shiro made a point of glancing at his moving feet just so he didn't have to look Lance's progressively more distressed face.
“Mh. I like Draco with... Ghhg.”
Lance blinked, confused, and shortened the space between their bodies so he could hear Shiro better. “What was that?” He asked.
“Ggghhhg,” Shiro repeated.
“Did you just said Hermione? Because I think I can see the appeali-”
“I said 'Ron'!” Shiro half yelled, cheeks a bit red. “Ron and Draco have so much potential! And I've never get why other people like Draco with anybody else!”
“... With Ron?!” And, of course, Lance started laughing at that. At loud. Bending over himself and everything because he couldn't breathe. “And-And you gave me shit over Kirk and Chekov...”
“You gotta admit that they're fascinating!”
Lance mocked him. “Uh-uhm, uh-uhm. Not! You're officially insane!”
“Pff! Shut up and think more pairings.”
Lance kept coming up with (fandom) popular couples from different tv shows, movies and even books that they both had in common, and time and time again Shiro's responses weren't what Lance was expecting from him or vice versa (“Destiel, right?” “Eh, Sastiel” “What the actual fuck, Lance?!”). Even though, they continued lazily walking until they were standing outside Lance's room building.
Shiro didn't think much of Lance's silent behavior for the last few minutes, attributing it to the irrevocable fact that right there and then they had to say goodbye, ending their (what was possibly but maybe not really because no one had said it yet) first date.
Shiro didn't know how to end the night, nor he wanted to but when he looked over his companion Lance's scowled features told Shiro that Lance was worried for something more than a goodbye.
“Hey, what's wrong?” Shiro asked taking in Lance's eyes fixed on the floor and the way his hands were on his jacket and his shoulders were shrunken like he was trying to make himself smaller.
“Nothing's wrong,” Lance said in a soft, careful voice. “It's stupid, I know that but... We really are different, aren't we?” Suddenly he looked at Shiro with the whole force of his vulnerable and very blue eyes. “We can't even agree in the way... I mean, I know these are fictional relationships but... Hmm. Our tastes are so... Different.”
Shiro took a deep breathe, knowing quite well what Lance's point was. He knew it because Shiro had thought about it for a long, long time. That was the real reason it took Shiro more than three weeks after the spring break to ask Lance out to watch the Star Trek marathon, and even then, they had never called it a date.
They were really different, inside out, and the sudden separation from Lance gave Shiro a small panic attack, all of his self-doubt asking at once if it was a good idea to compromise the group's balance and interaction and friendship just for Shiro to finally kiss Lance, to be with him in a completely new way; if it was worth it.
And after three days semi-hiding on his bed and a good talk with Allura and Matt, Shiro knew the answer to that.
Of course it was worth it. Lance and their possible relationship was so, so worth it.
“Yes, they are,” Shiro answered as tender as he could. “Because we're very different. But,” Shiro smiled, softly cupping Lance's face on one of his hands, “I can think of at least one pairing I know we both'll like. A lot.”
Lance's smile was tentative, nervous but still quite beautiful. “Really?” He asked.
Shiro nodded and Lance beamed at him, eyes shining, his whole face illuminated with fragile happiness. Shiro kept smiling and then Lance tilted his body just a little and Shiro took the hint right away.
Shiro arms wrapped themselves over Lance's medium and Lance's hands were over his shoulders and nape. Not so suddenly, they were hugging. Shiro's nose on Lance's hair, Lance inhaling and exhaling over Shiro's neck, their legs rocking a bit in a invisible dance.
Shiro breathed once more, taking in the smell of Lance's kiwi scented shampoo and tightened his arms just a fraction more around Lance, feeling himself become simultaneously more grounded and lighter at the same time.
Shiro was happy. So worth it.
“I'm talking about Leia and Han, of course,” Shiro said with an audible smirk.
Lance started laughing right away just where he was by Shiro's neck, moving his whole body with laughter like he usually do and now, finally, Shiro got to feel it all over. “Dibs on Han!” Lance added fast.
“Of course,” Shiro rolled his eyes, pulling just barely away from him, looking at Lance's eyes again.
“You'll make a cute Leia, anyway,” Lance said with a smile and a wink. And then, “Good night, Shiro,” Lance whispered, affectionately kissing Shiro's cheek.
Shiro blushed a little, a sweet feeling slowly conquering his chest, stomach, arms, legs and face.
“Good night, Lance,” he whispered back before finally breaking the hug.
Lance went into his building, pausing just once to wave at Shiro before going out of sight. Shiro took a second to compose himself and then continued his path to his own dorm room.
He couldn't stop smiling.
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