[fanfic: Voltron] Close to you (8/8) -- 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 7: Past/Future.
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 woke up the next day exactly in the way that he loved the most: by Lance's tender caress over his forehead and hair.
“Hi there, gorgeous,” Lance greeted him once he opened his eyes. Shiro smiled a bit even when his head started to throb a little. “Look what I got for you and your handover.”
And then Lance, smart, kind, beautiful, attentive Lance helped him to sit up on his bed and gave him a glass full with bubbly water. Shiro drank it all at once.
“Thank you,” Shiro told him, moving his head aways so his awful morning breath didn't get his boyfriend.
Lance kept smiling, accommodating himself over Shiro's bed in a better position, laying lax and relaxed beside Shiro. “Wild night?”
Shiro snorted. “I think so. I vilely recall Matt swinging himself to the public at the karaoke bar. I think he felt down to the floor?”
Lance laughed, although in a quiet manner, mindful of Shiro's headache. “Oh, no, babe. They caught him. He hurt himself trying to run away from so many people who wanted his drunk ass, though.”
Shiro blinked. “How do you know that?”
“Got my ways,” Lance winked at him, unfairly attractive and alluring even when Shiro wasn't feeling at his best. “Hunk made a big casserole of his famous hangover-remedy soup. I volunteered myself to bring you your portion.”
Shiro hummed, taking in Lance's bright eyes, the mischievous curve of his smile, the way his body was shivering lightly with repressed laughter. Shiro knew enough about Lance's body mannerism to know without doubts that Lance was hiding something that he thought it was amusing. Also, that it had to do with Shiro.
Time to low-key prod for information.
“Did you bring Matt's portion also?”
Lance cracked up. “No,” he choked a little with his own laughter. “Pidge is the one searching for him all the way to the Chess-club room because he passed out there this morning. He sent Pidge a picture of a game he was winning against himself! It was so funny!”
Damn it, Matt. Shiro sighed even when he was smiling a little because Lance's good mood was really contagious.
Shiro sobered up a little looking at Lance smiling at him with a great deal of fondness. Everything in Lance seemed pleased, happy and impish. He looked so charming, with his blue eyes shining even in the soft light of the day. That was the way Lance looked when he hold a good secret, Shiro realized.
Lance looked exactly like the first time he said I love you to Shiro; confident but absurdly relaxed and so present in the moment that made Shiro both lightheaded and grounded, irrevocably connected to Lance himself.
Shiro didn't fight the enamored smile he felt taking over his mouth. Lance deserved them all.
“Allura texted you, didn't she?” Shiro inquired with a soft voice. “She told you that we drank a lot celebrating and that's why Hunk made his hangover recipe.”
Lance's smile got wide. “Yes. And dearest Hufflepuff Head-boy did it again. Very good.”
“You're insufferable,” Shiro deadpanned, the effect totally ruined because he couldn't stop smiling.
Lance chuckled, then he caressed Shiro's hair once more. “You deserve to celebrate with your team without feeling like one of the zombies from The Walking Dead the next morning, and Hunk agrees with me so we got up really early today to make you the miraculous soup. Now, go the the bathroom while I heat it up and then you can kiss me in gratitude so I can pass over all of your kisses to Hunk so he knows you love him as well.”
Shiro rolled his eyes. “Not all of my kisses, Lance. Just one in the cheek is enough. In fact, I'll give it to him myself when I see him.”
“You just want to kiss Hunk, don't think I don't see right through you, Shirogane.”
Shiro laughed, forgetting for a second his throbbing head so he grimaced after that. Lance pulled a sympathetic face and gently pushed him to the bathroom's direction. “Go,” he whispered.
Shiro took himself off the bed mostly because he wasn't sure he could resist any longer not kissing Lance, awful breath be damned.
When he got out, feeling a lot better after a shower, Shiro found Lance in his kitchen, heating up Shiro's breakfast by the stove. A secret smile shone on his eyes the moment his gaze found Shiro.
“Ok. What's going on?” Shiro asked.
“Whaaaat? What could be possibly going on? Pleh-ase.”
“Lance, you hate cooking but you are still grinning like a beautiful maniac. Even when it's just you heating something up you hate it enough to get grumpy for a second. So, yes, I know you aren't telling me something.”
“Oh. I’m a beautiful maniac? A cute one, also? Maybe someone that makes the stars fall down from the sky every time he walks by?” Lance teased him, finally deciding the soup was hot enough. He took a dish to the table and gave Shiro a spoon.
“You really aren't going to tell me?” Shiro asked, moving his soup around in his plate, waiting for it to cool down a bit.
“Maybe I want you with a full stomach before I tell you,” Lance sat himself in front of Shiro. Grin still in place.
“Fine,” Shiro agreed scooping up his breakfast. Hhmmm. Hunk's food was amazing; even his remedy for handover. “Thank you for this,” he smiled at Lance.
In answer, Lance broke himself laughing. It actually started Shiro for a moment until he realized that Lance, although looking a bit crazy, looked really joyful and happy, laughing like it was the only way his body could deal with his intense feelings.
Like he said, Shiro knew Lance's body and body language very, very well. He knew when Lance was being impossible on propose and when he couldn't handle too many emotions inside himself. “I'm so in loooooove,” he said in between breathes. That made Shiro smile.
“Now I need to know what's up, Lance, you know I do!”
Lance passed him his cellphone over the table, a video was already loaded on it. Shiro pressed Play.
Immediately two things happened at the same time. The first was that Shiro's memory rebooted itself, sending him a panicked recollection from last night that Shiro was sure he was going to watch now from the eyes of a spectator rather than his own. The second one was that his face got red so fast he felt dizzy for a moment and lost the first seconds of the video.
But now his eyes were well adjusted on the screen and, although he knew perfectly well what he was watching, part of his brain refused to acknowledged it.
Because he was looking at himself, on the karaoke bar stage, gripping a mic like he was rapper while singing one of the most embarrassing and corny songs one could sing at one of those places when you were younger than a 60 year old.
“On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create a dream come truuuueeeeeee,” the Shiro on the video sang, going completely off-key at the end and everything.
Then, he proceeded to sing the rest of the song in what he presumed was Japanese because the Shiro in the video was modulating so badly that he couldn't understand a thing.
“So, deei sssprink'd moon dust n'ur'air of gold 'n' tar-ligh in urrr eyes of blueeeeeeeee! 'Cuz Lance has blue eyes, ya'll!”
The camera moved after that and Allura appeared for a couple of seconds on the video, rolling her eyes to Shiro's clumsiness on stage. Or maybe to the 'aaawww' that was easily heard from the small audience that were watching him sing. Anyway, Shiro now knew that Allura had been the one that filmed him and sent Lance this monstrosity of a performance.
Oh, Allura was gonna pay.
Hm. Was that Matt in the background, behind Shiro signing and acting like a showgirl from Las Vegas?
Matt, obviously as drunk as Shiro was, was singing perfectly, the voice of an angel making up for all of Shiro's awful one. That fucker.
But the Shiro of the video wasn't done. He kept singing, this time, with more feeling but at least with less screaming and with an even voice.
“That is why all the girls in town follow you all a'round. Just like me, they long to be close to you...” The Shiro in the video smiled. “You don't understand, he's so cute and I really want to be close to him! So, I'm finishing this like Lance would. Mic drop!” And then, of course, he dropped the mic to the ground and made a symbol with his hands after that Shiro guessed it was supposed to be Rock on.
Shiro got off the stage (an unknown person close to Allura's cellphone said out loud 'uff! Watch that ass go! I wanna be close to that!', much to Shiro's mortification). Matt stood there by himself for a few seconds, singing 'La-lalalaaaaa, close to yooouuu' with his stupid melodic voice.
Suddenly, Matt yelled “And you haven't seen his legs! His legs deserve a song too!”. And then, without any explanation whatsoever, he threw himself to the small audience screaming “Rockstar!”
The video finally reached the it's last seconds with Allura's alarmed “Matt! No!” and then it was over.
Shiro couldn't raise his head up to look at Lance. He didn't think he could look at anyone's face after that.
Shiro, once again, didn't know what to say. He tried, anyway.
“I... I... Hmm. Lance, look, I-” Shiro still hadn't looked up, stubbornly keeping his gaze in Lance's phone.
“YOU'RE SO CUTE!” Lance shouted. Then, out of nowhere, he launched himself to the floor and started rolling on it, directionless. “I can't deal with this, ya'll!!!” Lance laughed again, uncontrollable this time. “Keith got so red when he listened to your Texan accent!! And I want toooo beee close to you as well!!!” More laughter. “Buuut, aaaahhhhgggrrhh!!!”
Any other response, something mushy or sweet or even remotely romantic, would have made Shiro uncomfortable. He didn't know why, precisely, but he had never felt like him and big romantic gestures were made for each other. And Lance, for all that he was a big flirt and a big game, understood that about Shiro and even seemed to share it. At the very last knew how to live with it at peace, knowing where to look for Shiro's proof of affection, being honest and direct with their feelings at the right moments.
And so Lance literally rolling on the floor with laughter that made his body convulse for how strong it was, his whole aura screaming about his pure happiness even more than his mouth (“I love you so much and you're so fucking sweet and I'm dying, Shiro!!”) was the only answer that could relax Shiro enough to make his smile.
“You're crazy, seriously,” Shiro calmly said to his boyfriend who was now rolling all over the small living room.
“I CAN'T!”
Lance rolled around, periodically shouting something about “all the feels” that Shiro made him feel, until Shiro finished the last of his soup, which was a troublesome task to complete because he couldn't stop smiling.
Only then, Shiro went to Lance's currently whereabouts around the couch and scoop him up on his arms, earning a started yell from Lance followed by a “gggrrrhhhmmmmrrrrr, whyyyyyyyyy?” muttered directly on his chest.
Shiro chuckled, amused by Lance's way of coping with his feelings, and said in a collected voice that he knew that Lance knew it was fake. “How about we forget about this for now and go to cuddle and watch a whole season of Bob's Burger until we can actually talk about everything?”
It took a second, but in the end Lance calmed himself enough to talk coherently. “Ok. Good plan.”
Shiro lost himself a little on the new and delicate smile that Lance was giving his way. Slowing, taking care of Lance's weight on his arms, he moved his boyfriend until Shiro kissed him on the lips. The kiss was short but sweet and full with pretty emotions that Shiro didn't know how else to express while sober.
Lance quietly sighed at the end of it, this breath going into Shiro's lungs. Somehow, that felt even more calming and grounding than the kiss. Shiro liked that a lot. The way Lance made common thing so much theirs.
“Ok,” Lance repeated, wrapping his arms around Shiro shoulder, helping him carrying his weight even when it really, really wasn't need it. “Take me to bed, gorgeous,” He winked. “That's my second favorite place to be with you, anyway.”
Shiro raised an eyebrow. “Really? What's the first one?”
“Oh, the wall, of course.”
Shiro laughed.
Actually, Shiro had had plans for that day. He was going to spend the afternoon with Lance, celebrating the sale in a private, intimate way, and then he was going to act all cool and composed and ask Lance's opinion about finally moving in together, finding an apartment that was close to Shiro's office and Lance's studio, searching for a coffeemaker that could be adjusted to both of their tastes. But then again, a whole day cuddling with Lance and nursing his hangover was looking like the best kind of celebration ever, anyway.
Besides, Shiro could discuss with Lance about the future any other day, really, because Shiro was pretty sure that Lance was going to make a -loud, lively, messy, chaotic- great adventure of their whole lives, anyway.
Plus, the possibility of Shiro and Lance getting married on the next couple of years grew exponentially every time they smiled at each other. Shiro was positive because he asked an expert in statistics about it, so he knew what he was talking about.
(He was talking about eternal but ever-changing happiness, by the way. With Lance. That was the answer he was looking for, the only way to m-shut up, Matt!)
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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 7: Past/Future.
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 woke up the next day exactly in the way that he loved the most: by Lance's tender caress over his forehead and hair.
“Hi there, gorgeous,” Lance greeted him once he opened his eyes. Shiro smiled a bit even when his head started to throb a little. “Look what I got for you and your handover.”
And then Lance, smart, kind, beautiful, attentive Lance helped him to sit up on his bed and gave him a glass full with bubbly water. Shiro drank it all at once.
“Thank you,” Shiro told him, moving his head aways so his awful morning breath didn't get his boyfriend.
Lance kept smiling, accommodating himself over Shiro's bed in a better position, laying lax and relaxed beside Shiro. “Wild night?”
Shiro snorted. “I think so. I vilely recall Matt swinging himself to the public at the karaoke bar. I think he felt down to the floor?”
Lance laughed, although in a quiet manner, mindful of Shiro's headache. “Oh, no, babe. They caught him. He hurt himself trying to run away from so many people who wanted his drunk ass, though.”
Shiro blinked. “How do you know that?”
“Got my ways,” Lance winked at him, unfairly attractive and alluring even when Shiro wasn't feeling at his best. “Hunk made a big casserole of his famous hangover-remedy soup. I volunteered myself to bring you your portion.”
Shiro hummed, taking in Lance's bright eyes, the mischievous curve of his smile, the way his body was shivering lightly with repressed laughter. Shiro knew enough about Lance's body mannerism to know without doubts that Lance was hiding something that he thought it was amusing. Also, that it had to do with Shiro.
Time to low-key prod for information.
“Did you bring Matt's portion also?”
Lance cracked up. “No,” he choked a little with his own laughter. “Pidge is the one searching for him all the way to the Chess-club room because he passed out there this morning. He sent Pidge a picture of a game he was winning against himself! It was so funny!”
Damn it, Matt. Shiro sighed even when he was smiling a little because Lance's good mood was really contagious.
Shiro sobered up a little looking at Lance smiling at him with a great deal of fondness. Everything in Lance seemed pleased, happy and impish. He looked so charming, with his blue eyes shining even in the soft light of the day. That was the way Lance looked when he hold a good secret, Shiro realized.
Lance looked exactly like the first time he said I love you to Shiro; confident but absurdly relaxed and so present in the moment that made Shiro both lightheaded and grounded, irrevocably connected to Lance himself.
Shiro didn't fight the enamored smile he felt taking over his mouth. Lance deserved them all.
“Allura texted you, didn't she?” Shiro inquired with a soft voice. “She told you that we drank a lot celebrating and that's why Hunk made his hangover recipe.”
Lance's smile got wide. “Yes. And dearest Hufflepuff Head-boy did it again. Very good.”
“You're insufferable,” Shiro deadpanned, the effect totally ruined because he couldn't stop smiling.
Lance chuckled, then he caressed Shiro's hair once more. “You deserve to celebrate with your team without feeling like one of the zombies from The Walking Dead the next morning, and Hunk agrees with me so we got up really early today to make you the miraculous soup. Now, go the the bathroom while I heat it up and then you can kiss me in gratitude so I can pass over all of your kisses to Hunk so he knows you love him as well.”
Shiro rolled his eyes. “Not all of my kisses, Lance. Just one in the cheek is enough. In fact, I'll give it to him myself when I see him.”
“You just want to kiss Hunk, don't think I don't see right through you, Shirogane.”
Shiro laughed, forgetting for a second his throbbing head so he grimaced after that. Lance pulled a sympathetic face and gently pushed him to the bathroom's direction. “Go,” he whispered.
Shiro took himself off the bed mostly because he wasn't sure he could resist any longer not kissing Lance, awful breath be damned.
When he got out, feeling a lot better after a shower, Shiro found Lance in his kitchen, heating up Shiro's breakfast by the stove. A secret smile shone on his eyes the moment his gaze found Shiro.
“Ok. What's going on?” Shiro asked.
“Whaaaat? What could be possibly going on? Pleh-ase.”
“Lance, you hate cooking but you are still grinning like a beautiful maniac. Even when it's just you heating something up you hate it enough to get grumpy for a second. So, yes, I know you aren't telling me something.”
“Oh. I’m a beautiful maniac? A cute one, also? Maybe someone that makes the stars fall down from the sky every time he walks by?” Lance teased him, finally deciding the soup was hot enough. He took a dish to the table and gave Shiro a spoon.
“You really aren't going to tell me?” Shiro asked, moving his soup around in his plate, waiting for it to cool down a bit.
“Maybe I want you with a full stomach before I tell you,” Lance sat himself in front of Shiro. Grin still in place.
“Fine,” Shiro agreed scooping up his breakfast. Hhmmm. Hunk's food was amazing; even his remedy for handover. “Thank you for this,” he smiled at Lance.
In answer, Lance broke himself laughing. It actually started Shiro for a moment until he realized that Lance, although looking a bit crazy, looked really joyful and happy, laughing like it was the only way his body could deal with his intense feelings.
Like he said, Shiro knew Lance's body and body language very, very well. He knew when Lance was being impossible on propose and when he couldn't handle too many emotions inside himself. “I'm so in loooooove,” he said in between breathes. That made Shiro smile.
“Now I need to know what's up, Lance, you know I do!”
Lance passed him his cellphone over the table, a video was already loaded on it. Shiro pressed Play.
Immediately two things happened at the same time. The first was that Shiro's memory rebooted itself, sending him a panicked recollection from last night that Shiro was sure he was going to watch now from the eyes of a spectator rather than his own. The second one was that his face got red so fast he felt dizzy for a moment and lost the first seconds of the video.
But now his eyes were well adjusted on the screen and, although he knew perfectly well what he was watching, part of his brain refused to acknowledged it.
Because he was looking at himself, on the karaoke bar stage, gripping a mic like he was rapper while singing one of the most embarrassing and corny songs one could sing at one of those places when you were younger than a 60 year old.
“On the day that you were born the angels got together and decided to create a dream come truuuueeeeeee,” the Shiro on the video sang, going completely off-key at the end and everything.
Then, he proceeded to sing the rest of the song in what he presumed was Japanese because the Shiro in the video was modulating so badly that he couldn't understand a thing.
“So, deei sssprink'd moon dust n'ur'air of gold 'n' tar-ligh in urrr eyes of blueeeeeeeee! 'Cuz Lance has blue eyes, ya'll!”
The camera moved after that and Allura appeared for a couple of seconds on the video, rolling her eyes to Shiro's clumsiness on stage. Or maybe to the 'aaawww' that was easily heard from the small audience that were watching him sing. Anyway, Shiro now knew that Allura had been the one that filmed him and sent Lance this monstrosity of a performance.
Oh, Allura was gonna pay.
Hm. Was that Matt in the background, behind Shiro signing and acting like a showgirl from Las Vegas?
Matt, obviously as drunk as Shiro was, was singing perfectly, the voice of an angel making up for all of Shiro's awful one. That fucker.
But the Shiro of the video wasn't done. He kept singing, this time, with more feeling but at least with less screaming and with an even voice.
“That is why all the girls in town follow you all a'round. Just like me, they long to be close to you...” The Shiro in the video smiled. “You don't understand, he's so cute and I really want to be close to him! So, I'm finishing this like Lance would. Mic drop!” And then, of course, he dropped the mic to the ground and made a symbol with his hands after that Shiro guessed it was supposed to be Rock on.
Shiro got off the stage (an unknown person close to Allura's cellphone said out loud 'uff! Watch that ass go! I wanna be close to that!', much to Shiro's mortification). Matt stood there by himself for a few seconds, singing 'La-lalalaaaaa, close to yooouuu' with his stupid melodic voice.
Suddenly, Matt yelled “And you haven't seen his legs! His legs deserve a song too!”. And then, without any explanation whatsoever, he threw himself to the small audience screaming “Rockstar!”
The video finally reached the it's last seconds with Allura's alarmed “Matt! No!” and then it was over.
Shiro couldn't raise his head up to look at Lance. He didn't think he could look at anyone's face after that.
Shiro, once again, didn't know what to say. He tried, anyway.
“I... I... Hmm. Lance, look, I-” Shiro still hadn't looked up, stubbornly keeping his gaze in Lance's phone.
“YOU'RE SO CUTE!” Lance shouted. Then, out of nowhere, he launched himself to the floor and started rolling on it, directionless. “I can't deal with this, ya'll!!!” Lance laughed again, uncontrollable this time. “Keith got so red when he listened to your Texan accent!! And I want toooo beee close to you as well!!!” More laughter. “Buuut, aaaahhhhgggrrhh!!!”
Any other response, something mushy or sweet or even remotely romantic, would have made Shiro uncomfortable. He didn't know why, precisely, but he had never felt like him and big romantic gestures were made for each other. And Lance, for all that he was a big flirt and a big game, understood that about Shiro and even seemed to share it. At the very last knew how to live with it at peace, knowing where to look for Shiro's proof of affection, being honest and direct with their feelings at the right moments.
And so Lance literally rolling on the floor with laughter that made his body convulse for how strong it was, his whole aura screaming about his pure happiness even more than his mouth (“I love you so much and you're so fucking sweet and I'm dying, Shiro!!”) was the only answer that could relax Shiro enough to make his smile.
“You're crazy, seriously,” Shiro calmly said to his boyfriend who was now rolling all over the small living room.
“I CAN'T!”
Lance rolled around, periodically shouting something about “all the feels” that Shiro made him feel, until Shiro finished the last of his soup, which was a troublesome task to complete because he couldn't stop smiling.
Only then, Shiro went to Lance's currently whereabouts around the couch and scoop him up on his arms, earning a started yell from Lance followed by a “gggrrrhhhmmmmrrrrr, whyyyyyyyyy?” muttered directly on his chest.
Shiro chuckled, amused by Lance's way of coping with his feelings, and said in a collected voice that he knew that Lance knew it was fake. “How about we forget about this for now and go to cuddle and watch a whole season of Bob's Burger until we can actually talk about everything?”
It took a second, but in the end Lance calmed himself enough to talk coherently. “Ok. Good plan.”
Shiro lost himself a little on the new and delicate smile that Lance was giving his way. Slowing, taking care of Lance's weight on his arms, he moved his boyfriend until Shiro kissed him on the lips. The kiss was short but sweet and full with pretty emotions that Shiro didn't know how else to express while sober.
Lance quietly sighed at the end of it, this breath going into Shiro's lungs. Somehow, that felt even more calming and grounding than the kiss. Shiro liked that a lot. The way Lance made common thing so much theirs.
“Ok,” Lance repeated, wrapping his arms around Shiro shoulder, helping him carrying his weight even when it really, really wasn't need it. “Take me to bed, gorgeous,” He winked. “That's my second favorite place to be with you, anyway.”
Shiro raised an eyebrow. “Really? What's the first one?”
“Oh, the wall, of course.”
Shiro laughed.
Actually, Shiro had had plans for that day. He was going to spend the afternoon with Lance, celebrating the sale in a private, intimate way, and then he was going to act all cool and composed and ask Lance's opinion about finally moving in together, finding an apartment that was close to Shiro's office and Lance's studio, searching for a coffeemaker that could be adjusted to both of their tastes. But then again, a whole day cuddling with Lance and nursing his hangover was looking like the best kind of celebration ever, anyway.
Besides, Shiro could discuss with Lance about the future any other day, really, because Shiro was pretty sure that Lance was going to make a -loud, lively, messy, chaotic- great adventure of their whole lives, anyway.
Plus, the possibility of Shiro and Lance getting married on the next couple of years grew exponentially every time they smiled at each other. Shiro was positive because he asked an expert in statistics about it, so he knew what he was talking about.
(He was talking about eternal but ever-changing happiness, by the way. With Lance. That was the answer he was looking for, the only way to m-shut up, Matt!)
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