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Only With You

Chapter 3 - Sharing is Caring Paring: Shiro x Allura Also on Ao3 and FF.net Word Count: 6,032 Chapter Summary: Shiro is new to Tiny Voltz Daycare. All he wants to do is to play by himself but Allura won’t let him. Warnings: Fluff. Bossy Kid Allura and an Shy, Insecure Shiro. Very little angst, but its like kid angst, so its nothing too serious. A/N: I realized that I never uploaded chapter 3 of this story to this site even though I’m midway finished with Chapter 6. So here it is.

Shiro had never seen anybody like this girl in his life. Everything about her was almost polar opposite from what he was used to back home in Japan. For the most part, he saw little else outside of black hair, fair skin, and delicate features. The typical eye color back home were various shades of brown but this girl had the bluest eyes he’s ever seen and the contrast against her dark skin made them glow like sapphire gems.

What struck Shiro as the most interesting was her hair. It appeared to have the texture and color of a cloud on a sunny day. It went against the laws of gravity with had ringlets that stuck out in all directions, spiraling out in defiance. He remembered seeing older kids change their hair color to, “express their individuality” as his Mama put it. However, he’s never seen anyone his age do it.

Shiro often begged his Mama to let him change his hair, but that always made room for a lengthy lecture about, “being yourself”. He felt himself grow jealous at the thought that maybe she was allowed to change her hair. His grandparents told him that their hair had turned white after a certain age because it was just a natural part of life. He can perfectly remember the embarrassed look on his dad’s face when he pointed out a few white hairs on his chin. However, this girl’s hair was white already and he knew they were just about the same age. So why was her hair white? She couldn't possibly be born like that...could she? Why did he have to “be himself” when she clearly didn’t have to?

Shiro could see the girl’s mouth move, but he couldn't process what she was saying because his head was lost in the clouds. “Huh?”

“I said, ‘what are you making?’” the girl asked slowly, enunciating each syllable carefully. By the impatient tone of her voice, he could tell that this was probably her third time asking and she was starting to get irritated. “Do you not understand?” she asked incurious tone with her head cocked to the side. Her white hair following her lead and cascading over her shoulders. Shiro could see her face take on a look of concentration before she asked her question again. This time in fluent Japanese.

Wait, what?

“Wait, you know Japanese?” Shiro asked back in English. His tone was equally surprised as it was curious. Once again, he found himself completely fascinated by this girl within the first 10 seconds of meeting her.

“So you do understand me?” she accused. “Why didn’t you say anything when I asked you the first eight times?” Her eyebrows came together in anger as her shoulders raised in question demanding an answer.

“You asked eight times?” he asked back. He was surprised that he let his mind wander for so long.

“No, but it felt like eight.” She walked to the other side of him to look down at his pile of sorted pieces. She had clearly lost the very little patience she possessed and decided to take the issue of not minding her business into her own hands.

“Are you making a car?” she asked while picking up the barely constructed cockpit, inspecting it with curious eyes.

“No, I’m making a plane,” Shiro corrected taking the clump of blocks from her hands. His tiny hands were careful not to break apart the pieces he had already assembled.

“Why make a plane when you can make a car?” she questioned casually. “Or a house? Or a giant cube? Cubes are way easier to make than you think. Oh...maybe a barn.”

“A barn?”

“A barn.” She paused, then upturned her mouth in distaste. “No, no, not a barn. It sounds stupid when you say it three times like that.” With each thrown out idea, her hands touched different pieces of his deconstructed plane - a plane that she really didn’t want to be a plane despite the fact that there were plenty of other blocks to play with to make her own giant barn cube. She continued pitching ideas that would get her laughed out of Shark Tank, and then looked around the cluttered table seeking desperate inspiration for her ideas that were destined to take over. Shiro realized that this is her project now.

His plane never stood a chance.

The girl’s hands froze and her blue eyes suddenly went wide with realization and she let out an excited gasp. All too fast, she was in his face and gave him her full, undivided attention. Her face was now too close and her eyes were too intense, sparkling like the sun on the ocean, pinning him in place. He felt his heart skip a beat at the sudden closeness of her. With her so close, it gave him the chance to get a really good look at her. All of the small details about her that he missed before now became visible. Suddenly, he could see tiny freckles that kissed her face, but most were concentrated just below her blue eyes. He also took note of her eyelashes...that were the just as white as her hair. She looked almost alien.

Maybe her hair was naturally white.

Maybe.

Shiro almost felt threatened by her overwhelming presence. His heart rate failed to return to normal as she stood her ground mere inches from his face. He wanted to break whatever spell she had him under, but then again, he really didn’t want to. One part of him wanted to be far away from her as physically possible, but the other part of him wanted to never leave her side. Her energy was like the tide; driving him away only to pull him back in to completely submerge him in a blue abyss.

Her eyes danced as her words came out in an excited hush, “We should make a giant robot!” Her hands were shaking at her sides with excitement as she bounced on her toes, eager for his response.

Shiro was a little taken aback by her idea and a small frown came to his face. He fiddled with the toy pieces in his hand and then mumbled quietly, “But I want to make a plane so I can make it fly.”

“Robots fly!” she defended. “Robots fly like all the time!” She was desperate to pitch this idea. All she needed was for Shiro to take a swing.

Shiro looked confused for a second, his mind calculating his next words carefully. “But robots don’t have wings...”

Swing and a miss.

The girl let out a long, exhausted sigh as threw her head back to look at the ceiling, her irritation evident at the fact that Shiro couldn’t see her vision. Her beautiful, glorious vision. “They have rocket boosters in their feets. They don’t need wings.” She grabbed him by his cheeks drawing him in closer, whispering, “Don’t you see?”

Shiro stared at her with wide eyes. He could already tell that she was very dramatic for someone who was either four or seventy-four. Her hair won’t fool him. She was probably an old lady stuck in a tiny body. He knows better.

Mama didn’t raise no fool.

He forgot he was slightly being held hostage by this strange girl by his cheek meat. He pulled his face from her hands to regain the leverage he thought he had on the debate at hand. “Then how would they turn if they don’t have wings?” he challenged.

“They just hold their arms out like this!” she gave an over-exaggerated demonstration by raising and holding her arms out to the side. She swayed her body slowly to simulate the flight methods of the robot she was dead set on building.

“But how would they fight crime if their arms are like this?” He gave an equally over-exaggerated demonstration.

Now both children had their arms out like aggressive seagulls that planned on ruining a beach picnic.

Shiro swung arms out as if he were trying to fight another imaginary robot. He made sure to keep his arms stiff so they wouldn’t bend at the elbow. “See? How is it going to defend itself if its arms are way out to the side? See my face? It's defenseless. It’s going to get hit in the face every fight and lose. You ever get hit in the eye? It sucks. You’re done. Fun time is over.”

“Oh.” She lowered her arms and placed them on her face in defeat. “You’re right. I forgot about the high crime rates in space.”

Shiro’s eyes went wide with excitement. “...In space?” he said in an interested whisper.

Striiike two.

A sly grin made its way to the girl’s face. She knew she had enticed him with the idea of a giant, multicolored, crime-fighting robot. But now it was in space? Now, she was getting somewhere. “Yeah, space. That's where robots go to fight crime because of the space pirates.” Shiro looked at her with a conflicted look. She could see the gears mentally shifting in his head, driving him towards a new direction filled with crime fighting. In space. Her next words were dipped in pure manipulation. “We can put wings on it.”

“Yes.” His excitement was at a solid 10.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have contact.

The girl’s blue eyes lit up, clearly excited about his choice of going with her choice. She ran off deeper into the daycare without a word to Shiro. He didn't have to wait long before she returned with a different stash of building blocks cupped in her arms. He noticed that these blocks varied more in color and in shape. He could tell that she especially had these blocks hidden away from the other kids for her own personal use. He was sure there was more where that came from, considering her arms overflowed with blocks. His brows came together with confusion.

“If you had already had blocks then why did you want mines?”

“Because I wanted to play with you, but you already had blocks,” she retaliated nonchalantly, not missing a beat. She then went back to collect more building blocks, her wild hair chasing after her.

Her response honestly surprised Shiro. He realized that no matter what he would have chosen to play with, she would have found her way to him and completely turn his life upside down in the process. Out of all these kids, what had specifically drawn her to him?

Was his birthmark showing?

Panic rose within him as his hands immediately went to his head to make sure it was still hidden. His fears were temporarily subdued when he found his cap still firmly in place, hiding his imperfections. Now he was sure his hair wasn’t playing as a magnet for social interaction, he couldn’t understand why she had found her way to him.

Maybe it was because he was new? But...he saw two other children Amy was showing around the daycare and both of those kids had already found friends. Why not play with those kids? He didn't think he was anyone special. He wanted to stay hidden in the shadows rather than stand awkwardly in the spotlight. This girl not only seemed to bask in the spotlight but as it turns out, she was the spotlight. Everything about her demanded attention and he knew that if she asked, he would immediately give her all of the attention she desired.

Her presence alone was enough to have all eyes on her the second she entered a room. How he had missed her when he first came into the daycare, he had no idea. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure that she was the kid Amy was looking around for earlier, remembering the way the caretaker’s eyes carefully scanned the area when they went on their little tour earlier.

While he continued to think about her reasoning with dragging him into the spotlight, Shiro went to reorganizing the blocks again. He put the new blocks into their corresponding piles, organizing them by size, shape, and color. When he got all of the blocks to where he wanted them, he took a step back to admire at his handiwork. He was a person of order, not of chaos.

Then the girl returned and dumped the new blocks dead center of his arrangement, completely ruining the layout.

“I think that’s enough.” She was completely oblivious to Shiro’s slight annoyance with having to rearrange the blocks for the third time since her hostile takeover.

She began to gather all of the blue pieces from the now disorderly pile. “We have to build the legs first because that's how robots work.” She had absolute zero logic to that statement, but she sounded confident and that was enough for him to completely agree with her. “Plus, legs are the best. Everybody likes the legs,” she continued with her clearly biased opinion. Once she had found enough blue pieces, she then gathered the yellow pieces and pushed them towards Shiro, careful not to let any fall off the table. “Here, you make the other leg.” It was more of a statement command rather than a suggestion.

Shiro didn't think he’d have company so soon and he had gained it without even trying. He had planned on being alone for the majority of the day but this girl had barged into his life within minutes of him entering the building. Even though she had singlehandedly ruined his introverted plans, construction plans, and his most likely his plans for the rest of the day, he looked forward to her company. He found himself once again staring at his new companion. He wanted to know more about her, but he didn’t know where to start.

“My Papa told me it's rude to stare.”

Shiro quickly averted his eyes, embarrassed that he’d been caught. Again. She hadn’t even looked up to scold him because she was too busy forcefully making two blocks fit that were never destined to be together. Her tongue was sticking out in concentration and her hands trembled from the pressure before she heard a satisfying click, then she moved on to the next piece. Out of all of the pieces on the table within her grasp, she wanted the piece clear across the table. She used her half assembled “leg” to snag and pull it through the multitude of assorted pieces. Some fell to the ground to make way for the intruding block to reach its destination. It looked just like all of the other pieces of its shape, but it was slightly special.

Just slightly.

She went to pick up the other pieces that fell to the ground as a result of her quest to get the special identical block from across the table. Her silver curls fanning out as she dipped below the table. Shiro was mesmerized by its movements as light bounced off each ringlet, captivating him.

“Are you staring again?” Her voice was muffled by the table she was under.

“...No.”

“Don't lie.”

“S-Sorry.” Shiro let his Japanese tongue slip quietly as he turned his body away from her. That reminded him of something, his head quickly turning towards her with newfound confidence. “How do you know Japanese?” He asked her in his native tongue to make sure the first time she had spoken his language, it wasn’t a fluke. Shiro hoped his question wasn’t too assertive, he didn’t want to push his new companion away, but this was the only way he could think of to get to know her more.

“Miko taught me,” she began casually in English. She finished cleaning up the floor of the mess she made and came back up to meet his gaze. “She’s one of my language tutors.”

“One?” he raised his brows in interest. “How many languages can you speak?”

“Four,” she paused, “and a half. You can’t really speak sign language.”

Shiro’s eyes went wide with fascination at this new information. “What other languages do you know?” he asked quickly.

“Mandarin and French.” She passed a few yellow pieces to Shiro’s side of the table. “But I don’t like speaking French, it makes my tongue hurt,” she told him with her face was scrunched up in distaste. She continued to assemble her portion of the leg, forcing more pieces into strained unity. She was so aggressive for being such a tiny thing.

“You look like you have more things to ask,” she said as she continued fidgeting with her project. This girl was strange. Sometimes she would give him too much attention, and other times, she would talk to him without sparing him a glance. Just like she’s doing now. Shiro had to admit that he felt more at ease when she didn’t give him all of her attention at once. He hated when people looked at him for too long because he felt like they were trying to uncover things he wanted to stay hidden. Had she already figured that out about him and tried to divert her attention elsewhere? Maybe she wanted to give him the chance to come out of his shell on his own.

Shiro had prepared a million questions he wanted to ask this girl, but now that he was given permission to ask them, his mind suddenly drew a blank. He stood silently for a few moments. While his hands fiddled with a random block he knew he didn't need, his mind was scrambling to come up with something.

Anything.

He turned his body towards her and steeled himself, fist clenched at his sides. “Why is your hair white?” It was the question burning a hole in his mind the second he saw her. He had held back long enough and now he wanted answers.

Maybe her hair was something they had in common.

However, her response was far from what he expected. The girl crossed her arms and her mouth formed a small pout. “You’re supposed to ask for my name first,” she said in a tone that Shiro couldn't put his finger on. She didn't sound offended in the least and her sapphire eyes sparkled with mischief. Her mixed signals confused him. He grew up in a household where people said what they meant and meant what they said. Her serious words didn't match her playful demeanor.

Not to mention it was hard to take her seriously when she was smothered in so much glitter.

“Well?” she pressed. Her crystal blue eyes not losing their sparkle.

He let out a sigh. Maybe he should have asked for her name instead about of her hair. “What's your name?”

The blue-eyed girl unfolded her arms and a sly grin came to her face. “I'm not going to tell you.” She turned back towards the blocks on the table, breaking eye contact with him. For the first time that day, he wished she had her eyes on him again. “Ask me another question, Takashi.” She quickly made a correction. “I mean Shiro.”

Shiro’s eyes grew wide. Not only did she know his birth name, but she also knew his preferred name.

Had she been watching him the whole time?

He didn’t like the thought of her lurking in the fake bushes studying him, it just gave her more time to gather information she could use against him. His hands unconsciously went to the cap on his head and began to fiddle with edges of it. A sudden anxiety coursed through his veins. The thought of someone watching him put him on edge. He went through most of his short life shying away from the attention of his peers out of fear what they would say about him. What else had she known about h-

“You think too much.” Her words cut his frantic thoughts short.

“What?”

“You think too much,” she repeated. This time, she only gave him half of her attention, careful not to push him away into his own mind. The other half of her attention went towards pushing her hair out of her face. “If you really want to know my name, you have to guess it.”

“What?” Shiro threw his hands up in disbelief almost flinging building blocks away in the process. “How am I supposed to guess your name?” His words came out rushed and loud, grabbing the attention of his peers. “There are like,” he paused to think of the sheer magnitude of possibilities, “at least a hundred names out there!”

Well, he wasn’t wrong. The girl’s tiny hands came down to slam on the block covered table in front of her. “You can at least try, Shiro!” she scolded him just like you would imagine a four-year-old trying to scold another four-year-old.

“Try?” That came out more high pitched than he planned on. His parents always told him to try his best but, “How can I try if I know nothing about you?”

“You know I speak four and a half languages,” she contradicted quickly.

If Shiro knew how to cuss, he would.

He tried to calm himself by using techniques his dad taught him.

Patience yields focus.

He had no idea what that meant yet, but he knew it came in handy at times like this. This girl had gotten under his skin so easily. Almost effortlessly. The wicked smile on her face lets him know that she had been under his skin from the moment he laid eyes on her. He took a deep breath to calm himself before continuing. “Can I get a hint?”

Once again, a mischievous grin was sent his way.

“My favorite animals are mice.”

“That’s not a hint.”

“That's a great hint.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Probably not.” She blinked owlishly at him, deliberately unfazed by his visible irritation with her.

Shiro was at a complete loss. He wished he could run his fingers through his hair in frustration, but at the moment, that was an impossibility. He threw his head back to watch the ceiling, the artificial clouds hanging above mocking him and his frustrations with the girl. He didn’t know how they were mocking him, but he knew they were. They were just hanging there. Slightly swaying back and forth. Being carefree. Mocking him. Laughing at his misfortunes.

Her voice brought him back.

“You think too much,” she repeated the same words as earlier. He looked over to the girl to find her also looking above at the fictitious clouds. She had a small smile on her face and Shiro couldn’t help but smile along with her, his irritation slowly ebbing away to make room for a new, strange feeling. He felt warm and...light. Like she could take away all of his anxieties as easily as she could cause them. He couldn’t exactly describe it, but he found himself liking these new feeling she brought out in him. However,...

“Can I know your name, now?” he asked quietly.

She let out a light giggle. “No, silly.”

Shiro once again threw his head back in frustration. This time, he threw his head back just a tad too hard, causing his cap to lose its grip and tumble to the ground soundlessly. The girl’s giggling immediately came to a halt.

Shiro felt his heart stop, then he felt it start to race. His eyes were wide with panic as he watched his cap, the one thing that helped him feel normal, rest on the ground. He didn’t have the courage to look back up at the girl, who probably no longer wanted to be seen with him. She was going to make fun of him like everyone else when they saw the white streak in his hair.

Shiro’s hands went white as he balled them tightly into fists and they started to shake at his sides. He could feel tears begin to gather at the edge of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He wasn’t going to humiliate himself further by crying in front of her or anybody else because that would just give them more ammo to hurt him with. He had been through his fair share of bullies in Japan and he was sure he could handle a lifetime more. If his mama wanted this job so that his family could stay together, then he was willing to sacrifice his comfort for that to happen. It was a big daycare, he could easily isolate himself from the other kids if the bullying became too harsh. He was never going to let anyone hurt him again, he was sure of it.

His lip quivered as he stood his ground while he braced himself for the onslaught of petty words to leave her mouth.

“You dropped your hat,” she said casually. “Aren’t you going to pick it up?”

His eyes immediately snapped to her, his vision blurry from unshed tears. Out of all the words he was prepared for, he had not been expecting that. “What?” Shiro wasn’t sure any words had left his mouth considering he couldn’t get the lump out of his throat.

The girl bent down to retrieve his cap from the ground and offered it to him. “Here. Why do you want to wear it? That sun is fake,” she said pointing to the giant paper mache sun in the corner of the room. “It doesn’t make it too bright in here.” Shiro took his cap from her hands but made no effort to put it back on. He really wished that this girl could get her verbal abuse over with. Usually, when people saw his hair, it was followed by less than kind words.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” he asked in a tone, sounding almost angry.

“Say something?” her head cocked to the side in confusion. “...about what? Your cap? It’s not as cute as it could be...maybe if you added some glitter...” She took the cap back and proceeded to rub some off some glitter from her dress onto his cap.

He snatched his cap back. “Not my cap!” he cried, then angrily pointed to the white patch on his head. “This!”

His words it came out harsher than he had meant them to. His outburst made the girl flinch slightly, but she put no distance between them. The feeling of regret immediately set it at seeing the slight look fear in her eyes that he caused. But, to witness her ignore the issue he had spent the last two weeks agonizing over made him lose control his temper.

He was only four, but he prided himself on being able to get a good read on people. However, this girl went against every social standard he knew. Her words contradicted her body language, her body language contradicted her eyes, and her eyes - those gorgeous eyes, contradicted everything else. Almost every single thing about her seemed so alien. He could not make sense of it and he did not like being left in the dark.

“Your hair?” she started. “You look like you don’t want me to say anything about it, so I won’t….Do you want me to?” she added quickly. Her voice took on an edge of excitement as she leaned slightly towards him. It was a small movement, if it wasn't for her hair slightly shifting, he wouldn't have noticed her move at all. She made sure to maintain eye contact with him, careful to not let her eyes wander to gaze at his hair.

“You-you’re not going to make fun of me?” he asked quietly in disbelief. Shiro was conflicted. His emotions were all over the place and he didn’t know what to think of the situation he found himself in. No one in the daycare had seen his hair yet, only her, and it seemed to not bother her nearly as much as he thought it should.

If it didn't bother her, then would the other kids feel the same way? Could he possibly make friends here?

“Poke fun of you...because of your hair?” her voice raised slightly in question as she raised her hands above her shoulders, clearly upset. “Has anybody poked fun of you here?” Those words came out in a whisper, not in a dramatic sense like before, but more of genuine concern. The girl narrowed her eyes dangerously as she scanned the area for anybody stupid enough to cause her new companion distress.

“No, not here,” Shiro told her. “But they probably will. You don't think I’m weird?” His eyes once again fell to the ground, scared of her response.

“Weird? Shiro, my hair is white,” she said with a half smile on her face while grabbing a handful of her silver locks. “My papa told me that I had yellow hair like Amy when I was born, but it turned white a year later, I think. His hair is white like mine, too! We match.” She grabbed one of his hands with both of hers, “and now you match with me, too. So now you have to be my friend....it's only fair,” she teased. “Plus, I think your hair is cool. Cooler than our space robot.”

Shiro’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“No, I lied to make you feel better,” she said immediately, her eyes still shining brightly, “About being cooler than the robot because a robot is really cool. Like...really, really cool. But your hair is cool, too!”

This has never happened before and Shiro was at a loss for words. He didn’t know what to say, so he just stared at their conjoined hands with a look of disbelief. He’d been called many names in the past but never has anyone called him cool.

“So...you still want to play with me?”

“Yeah!” Her excitement had gotten the best of her and caused multiple eyes to look their way.

Immediately, Shiro felt small and exposed by being the center of attention. Shiro felt the girl release his hand and felt his heart drop. He knew she would leave as soon as she got the chance and join the others with tormenting him.

He didn’t expect her to stand in front of him, shielding him from the curious eyes of all most of the children that caught her outburst. “Amy said that she had fruit snacks! But she only has five, so whoever gets there first, gets them!”

A stampede towards a clueless caretaker was the immediate result.

The girl made sure all of the children’s attention was no longer on them before she turned back towards Shiro. “I’m sorry I made everybody look,” she apologized. “But I think they will like your hair.”

“Do you really think so?” Shiro asked with wide eyes. The girl replied with a rapid nodding of her head, her silver ringlets going wild. Shiro thought long and hard about it. What if she was wrong? What if they were meaner than the children back home? He didn’t know many customs here, so what if they didn’t stop? What if the adult made fun of him, too? What if-

“Oh my gooosh!” For the second time that day, he found his face in her hands, her eyes burning into him. “Shiro, you think too much! If you don't want to, I won't make you. But you can't hide forever.”

He let out a sigh. She was right, he couldn't hide under a hat for the rest of his life. If he was going to be a great pilot like his dad, then he needed to be brave. If he only had her as a friend, he could deal with it. He didn't think she was going to leave him alone, anyway. He was probably stuck with her for the rest of his life.

He wouldn't mind that at all, actually.

“Allura, what is this I hear about fruit snacks?” Amy was suddenly behind them with her hands on her hips and a look of disapproval on her face. Behind her stood several kids, all with looks of disapproval on their faces.

All staring at Shiro with wide, curious eyes.

Even if he wanted to prolong his secret, they would have still found a way to him.

Reaching behind her, Allura grabbed Shiro’s hand and gave it a light squeeze, keeping him grounded. She ignored Amy’s question and directed everyone’s attention towards Shiro, using her natural spotlight to her advantage. “Everybody, this is Shiro, he’s from Japan! Isn't his hair cool?”

Shiro closed his eyes, bracing himself for the worst. He couldn't run now, not with his hand held so tightly. He was hoping they would go easy on him, seeing how this girl was fairly popular. If she could fit in, then so could he. Right?

When the harsh words never came, he slowly opened his eyes to face the judging crowd. They didn't look freaked out or disgusted, they looked at him with something he’s never seen before. Amazement.

Then all hell broke loose.

They all gathered around him, shouting kind words.

“Wow, that's so cool!”

“Why can’t my hair be like that?”

“You look like a superhero!”

“Can I touch it?”

“You look like a road! I wish I looked like a road with a white stripe in my hair!”

A road? Shiro didn’t think he wanted to be that kid’s friend.

Shiro didn’t know how to react to the sudden, positive attention. The only people who ever gave him this much praise was his family and he knew they were just doing it to be nice to spare his feelings. He’s never felt so idolized in his life.

The girl leaned closer to him. “Told you they’d like it,” she teased while bumping his shoulder with hers. “And you were worried.”

Shiro felt his cheeks burn slightly, “Yeah, you were right.” He turned to look at her. “Thank you...for helping me.”

“Allura.” she said.

“What?”

“You wanted my name,” she answered. “It’s Allura.”

“Thanks, Allura,” Shiro said honestly. He never thought he’d never be able to accept his hair, but with her help, he finally did.

Allura tugged his arm away from the children still fawning over him. “Let’s go finish our robot, so we can fly him around the castle.”

“The castle?”

“Yeah.” She let go of his hand and he immediately missed the contact. “This is my castle...well, my papa’s castle. He’s the pretty prince king.”

Shiro’s eyes widened. “Your dad’s a king an-”

“A pretty prince king,” she corrected.

“Right, so your dad’s the pretty prince king and this is his castle?”

“Yup! My Uncle Zarkie is the other king, but he’s not as pretty as Papa.”

That would explain why it was so big and fancy downstairs because he was in castle and his mama was going to work for the king. But wait...if her dad was the king, “Then are you a princess?” Allura only giggled in response.

“That’s why your hair is white!” Shiro exclaimed like he had solved an age-old mystery. “Because you’re a princess! Only royal people have special hair.” He’s watched plenty of Disney movies to know what a princess looked like.

The giggling didn’t stop as she turned back to look at him. “But your hair is white, too.”

“But only a little white! Yours is white-white. Like all the way white,” he argued. He gave himself permission to stare at her silvery locks again, noticing the shimmer it would give when the light bounced off of it.

“Maybe you’re only half a prince?” she suggested.

Shiro shook his head. “But I want to be a pilot, not a prince.”

“You can be both!”

“Maybe…” his voice trailed off in thought. This time, he reached back and took her hand in his and began to lead them back towards their almost forgotten robot. He wanted to be a pilot like his dad so he could fly above the clouds to see the heavens and much more.

But then again, princes got to marry princesses.

Whelp! There you go!

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That's How You Know

So, happy late bday, Kim, like, a milenial late, but ey, better late than ever, imma right? eeeeey. I love you, tiny. I really really really hope you like this and I don’t break your heart like your first gift.....yeh.

Anyways, Shallura centric with mentions of Klance and Hunay and broganes.

Ps. Sorry for typos, bad grammar or stuff, ya know. Also, Allura and Shiro being awkard af bc I’m all for that shit.

Ps.2 Read under the cut.

EDIT: i didn’t even tagged you wtf, honestly, @coralreefskim

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me.

As far as Shiro is concerned: he’s an only child,

Because he’s going to kill his little brother.

Shiro stomps hard against the hall’s floor as he heads towards the last door on the right. He has walked down this hall a lot of times over the last four years, being the place where his squad and him came to have their weekly movie night.

Lance’s apartment has always been their meeting point, but, for half a year now, it had become Lance and Keith’s, seeing how much time his little brother spent at his boyfriend’s apartment rather than their own.

Which is exactly why he’s marching down to Lance’s apartment, because he knows the lil’shit he has of a brother will be there and he’s going to regret deleting the last season of Game of Thrones before Shiro had a chance to see it just to record his crappy 90’s conspiracy theories.

As soon as the familiar mahogany door is in front of him, Shiro holds up his prosthetic and knocks, maybe with a little too much force than usual, and taps his foot against the floor in impatience, grumbling under his breath as he waits for an answer.

He hears the door lock click and as soon as there’s enough space in between, Shiro is quick to raise his hand, finger pointed in accusation at the person behind the door, mouth wide open ready for a screaming match -

“Um?”

When he realizes that it’s neither Lance or Keith who is behind the door and it’s an entirely different person who he’s currently trespassing on their personal bubble, his finger a little too close to the bridge of their nose.

Bright deep blue eyes meet his own gray ones and suddenly Shiro forgets why he came here. Brother? What brother? Game of Thrones? Whatever, everyone dies anyways.

All he can focus on is those big eyes that are staring at him...with a hint of indignation and annoyance, yep, right, okay then, time to apologize.

“Um!” That’s not how one should start with when attempting to apologize, but he’s trying, “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry, I thought you were Klance - I mean! Keith! Or Lance! I thought you were one of them, and I was looking for my brother, but you’re not my brother because, of course, you don’t have a - Oh kay then, yes, so , um, you're not them, and I’m really sorry about that abrupted ...scene I guess? I don’t usually do that, but you see, it was Game of Thrones so he had to pay -”

Shiro has chill, he swears to God he's the chilled one in his family, but no one can blame him when he loses said chill because there's suddenly a Goddess in front of him, okay?

How about if he runs? Would that make this less awkward?

He doesn’t have time to decide because suddenly, the gorgeous stranger in front of him gasps and he swears her eyes sparkle as they focus on his arm prosthetic.

“Is that a prosthetic? That’s a stupid question, of course it is! Oh, my! Look at this detail, this is amazing! I have never seen technology so advanced except in our laboratory, how did you managed to get this prototype? How was the physical therapy sessions? This is quite outstanding.”

Shiro blinks, face still flushed and mouth dry.

“Uh…” he lets out dumbly and it’s enough to make the woman jump in realization, her blue eyes widening.

“Oh, oh my gosh, I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t meant to uh, I just - I’m really sorry! I just - I’m a Doctor and I just started to make a new prototype for a mechanic prosthetic along with my father back at the hospital and - not that I’m excused just for that fact but uh - I just wanted to assured you I’m not a creep or a morbid person and - Oh, quiznak, I’m - Uh...”

She trails off unsure, lower lip getting caught between her teeth and - Ok, Shiro should really look away now.

...Ok, so, he stares a little bit more.

He doesn’t mind in the least the topic revolving around his prosthetic; it’s been a couple of years since his accident and he has healed and grow since then. His past and disability doesn't define him, he has learn that, and he lived by that.

But it’s not like he’s about to tell her that; his awkwardness had to be shared, okay? He has rights as a human being and letting other people to share the awkwardness was part of those rights.

The silence expands itself and Shiro’s starting to think that this is a good time for space cats to try and invade Earth just so he could get out of this mess.

But then the dark skinned goddess princess in front of him - because, honestly, what else could she be - claps her hands with determination before she moves around him, careful to not touch skin and somehow they end up switching places; Shiro blinks in confusion as his feet hit the wooden floor of the apartment and stares as the still unknown woman shifts on her feet outside the apartment.

“Yeah, ok, so, um, just stay there and - uh, hang on -” She says hurriedly, grabbing the handle of the door to close it carefully before she closes it entirely, leaving Shiro behind with an empty apartment.

Not two seconds later and then there’s a knock on the door. Shiro immediately opens it and then there’s the woman, smiling bright and wide at him and holding out her hand.

“Hi, I’m Allura Altea, I’m Lance’s cousin and I promise not to make this awkward again.”

That’s all it takes for Shiro to think she’s the one.

Their first date took place two weeks later right after Shiro finally got the courage to ask Allura out.

Shiro wants to emphasize that by ‘courage’ he means that his little brother quite literally kicked him in the butt towards Allura during one of Lance’s parties and shouted loud enough about how Shiro wanted to woo Allura with his charm like he wrote in his diary.

It’s a fucking journal, Keith, learn the difference.

At the end, he couldn’t really kill Keith, again, after that scene because Allura had laughed. She laughed and shook her head in disbelief before asking Shiro to expand his idea on his journal and his future plans.

Shiro was more than happy to share.

Now, they stand here: a thursday night on the small but comfortable terrace of Coran’s bakery, the dim lights hanging from the green flora around the walls giving the entire place a more romantic atmosphere.

Allura had complained at first, an embarrassed flush on her cheeks at her Uncle’s tactics and wink when they had arrived, but Shiro had waived the teasing off, offering a wink back to the mustached man and whispering a quick ‘thank you’ before guiding Allura to their table.

It takes a while but then the sun sets, the terrace get brighter and Shiro can only stare fondly as Allura keeps talking, eyes wide with excitement and arms flying around vividly at every word coming out of her mouth.

He’s entranced and he doesn't want to look away but his phone beeps besides him, letting him know it’s a quarter before midnight.

He voices his new discovery and he’s met with a confused arched eyebrow and a soft gasp.

"What? Already?"

Those gotta be his new favorite words.

Shiro chuckles softly, shaking his head in amusement as Allura takes out her own phone to confirm his statement.

"I can't believe five hours have passed already," she muses in wonder, blinking owlishly before flashing him a bright smile. "Time flies, huh?"

With her by his side? He’s starting to realize that.

That’s how Shiro knows she’s the one.

Hunay’s wedding - because apparently now ship names were a thing in their squad and they are never letting him live it down - had been beautiful and Shiro is not afraid to admit that he had been low-key sobbing during the vows.

Shiro lost track of the squad soon after Lance delivered his best man’s speech. He could still see Pidge, though, dancing on the dance floor with her brother, who is also his best friend, laughing as Matt twirls his little sister around with a happy grin, his leg prosthetic doing nothing to prevent him from having fun.

He doesn’t want to even imagine where Lance and Keith are; knowing the two of them, they were probably being teenagers in the backroom instead of two adults with aerodynamic degrees.

“They are actually cuddling,” Allura says calmly suddendly joining him, as if she had read his thoughts, before intertwining their fingers together, her touch warm and secure against his flesh hand, “I passed them just a few minutes ago, both of them laying on the sand with the sunset behind them. Quite romantic, if I say so myself.”

“They are in Hawaii, the least they could do is appreciate the beautiful view of the sunset.” Shiro jokes, and Allura nudging him with her shoulder.

“I believe that seeing one of the people you love the most on this Earth being happy beats watching a sunset in Hawaii, dear.” Allura says playfully but her eyes to meet his and the intensity and emotion in her gaze makes his breath hitch.

‘Maybe so,’ Shiro thinks as he smiles down at her fondly, ‘but I don’t need a sunset when I see my everyday sunrise in you.’

Allura mirrors his smile before she sighs contently, resting her head on his shoulder and staying quiet for a few seconds, just enjoying each other’s company before Shiro drops a kiss on top of her head.

“Hey, dance with me?” He whispers softly before he yelps out in surprise when Allura flashes him a grin and tugs his hand ,running towards the dance floor.

At her smile and the sunset glow around her frame, Shiro decides she’s the one.

It takes him exactly two years and one week to tell her his thoughts.

Not because he was unsure or doubtful about his own beliefs and feelings, far from it; it was because love takes time, and while he had known from the start that he was going to spend the rest of his life with Allura, that didn’t mean he had to rush things.

Falling in love with Allura had been like anything he has experienced before. It had been abrupt and yet soft, fast and yet slow. It had been a rush of emotions quickly followed by a wave of comfort and familiarity that Shiro can’t help but think that this is not the first time living this.

That’s why, as he kneels in front of the woman he loves, the very same woman he had meet two years ago just because he wanted to kill his brother over a silly tv show, he tells her.

He tells her his thoughts, his feelings, his promises and his plans. He whispers his love, his hopes and his desires.

He reassure her, right there, under the stars and on the edge of their city, that there’s no one else in the entire universe for him, no one else out there that can make him smile, laugh or sing at three in the morning while dancing barefoot in their living apartment because -

“You’re the one,” Allura finishes for him out loud, tears falling down her eyes and her free hand, the one that’s not wrapped around Shiro’s, pressed against her chest, “You’re the one, Takashi.”

It might be night around them at the moment, but the moment Allura smiles can’ts help but think,

‘There’s my sunrise.’

#bleu writes #shallura #klance #hunay #takashi shirogane #vld shiro #princess allura #vld allura #background klance #broganes #background hunay #shallura fluff #shallura fic #idk what happened #but i literally swung it #but i did something #and i hope it's at least cute and decent #birthday gift #long post

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killashilla · 7 years

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Hold Onto This Chapter 1: Better than Schedules

Link to AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11658675/chapters/26232894

Allura looked up at the dashing young man as he spoke, barely processing a word he was saying.

Everything had happened so quickly—she remembered clambering out of the royal airship with her cousin Lance onto the Garrison grounds before being ushered into the school and immediately bombarded by dozens of clamoring students.

Allura barely had time to take in the rusty red sands of the Arizona desert, or the prestigious, bright gleam of the Academy’s great foyer before being thrown into a blur of introductions, unfamiliar names, handshakes, and ecstatic young girls marveling over her hair.

Then, just as swiftly as they had been herded in, she had been separated from Lance and sent off for a tour, each with their own student ambassador.

And now she was here, in a long and empty corridor, arm-in-arm with this particularly tall, handsome stranger. He had approached her with eyes that searched hers in earnest and a warm smile that made her weak in the knees.

“You must be Princess Allura,” He had said, offering her his elbow, “Call me Shiro.”

Shiro.

She was trying to concentrate but her thoughts kept floating back to his muscled arm under her hand and the shapes his lips formed as he spoke.

“Princess? Is everything okay?” Shiro stepped out of her reach to look her in the eye.

“Oh, stars, I’m so sorry,” Allura paled, “I got… distracted, what were you saying?”

He laughed (great, even his laugh is adorable) , “Nothing interesting, apparently. Don’t apologize, I’m not exactly thrilled by the scheduling system, either.” Suddenly, Shiro leaned down to whisper in her ear conspiratorially, “You know what, let me show you something else. Schedules can wait.”

He grabbed her hand and they were off, Allura’s mind still reeling from his voice low in her ear, his breath tickling her hair, his lips mere inches from her skin…

Get ahold of yourself!

“They gave me your file. You’re into astronomy, right?” He asked as they rounded a corner.

“Yes, I love learning about the stars.” That’s it, short answers. Be professional. But when she could feel him waiting for more, expectant and open and kind. To hell with professionalism. “It helps me feel at home in the universe, knowing the names and stories of the constellations. I suppose if I’m going to be an interstellar diplomat one day, I’d want to feel at home no matter how far I go.”

Shiro stopped short at this, and his thumb brushed lightly against the back of her hand, “I know exactly how you feel.”

Quiznak, this boy will be the death of me.

Allura had read his file, too. An aspiring deep space pilot with the brains and the talent to make it big, Takashi Shirogane was the golden boy of the Garrison: top of his class, captain of the varsity football team, and already a faculty favorite for admission to the illustrious Voltron University. She had been fully prepared to meet a cocky, brown-nosing jock but this “Shiro” was one pleasant surprise after another.

They continued down one last corridor until they reached a pair of old, rusted double-doors. Shiro glanced around to check that the coast was clear, then rammed the doors with a powerful shoulder so that they wedged open with a metallic screech.

“Fuck.” He hissed, “Let’s hope nobody heard that. We’re not supposed to be here without an instructor,”

Looks like Golden Boy has a rebellious streak.

Shiro took her by the hand again and led her through the entrance as he flicked a switch on the side panel. The room, which had at first looked to be a dark and cluttered auditorium, suddenly became illuminated by a hologram of stars shining from the massive glass-domed ceiling. A lush indoor garden surrounded them, and Allura stared in awe at the constellations hovering above her and the way their reflections danced on the leaves.

“This is the old observatory. We built a new one in the simulation wing a few years back, so this place was repurposed as the botany lab. Cooler than schedules, huh?” Shiro grinned.

“It’s…absolutely incredible…” She breathed.

Shiro laid down to get a full view of the hologram and motioned for her to join him on the floor.

This is way, way better than schedules…

- - -

Shiro had been hesitant at first about this so-called “Crown Princess Allura”. Princesses were haughty, stuck-up, privileged beyond normalcy. He had braced himself for a royal brat. Still, he had held out hope for the girl from the student files—the Altean King Alfor was known for his benevolence and fortitude, surely his daughter couldn’t be all bad. And she loves astronomy—which could signify anything from intellect to literal airheadedness— but Shiro clung to that speck of common interest. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst, right?

But then, all of his doubts fell away the moment he laid eyes on her. Of course she was a princess, it was the only title that did her justice. Everything around her seemed to glow, from her hair, to the crescents on her cheekbones, to her piercing blue eyes—even her laugh made the room seem brighter. He froze in the middle of the packed Garrison foyer and watched as she greeted the students crowding around her.

A tall, lanky boy—her cousin Lance, he realized—stood at her side and teased her every so often, posing for selfies with Allura and the younger girls, pinching her cheek or bumping her hip whenever someone paid her a lavish compliment.

Shiro came to his senses when Keith shoved at his unmoving form “Get a move on, Shiro, what are you doing?”. He was fine, nothing out of the ordinary, he was just about to meet the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. And of course he was dressed like an idiot, in his formal Academy uniform with the stupid goddamn tie and the stupid goddamn jacket from freshman year that definitely didn’t fit him anymore. Keith was practically propelling him forward now, grumbling and muttering his last protests against the tour they had to give to the exchange kids.

And then her eyes met his and he couldn’t help but break out into the biggest, dumbest smile. Damn. I’m a goner.

He still felt that glow, deep in his chest as she laid beside him on the floor of the observatory some hours later. The goddamn too-tight jacket was serving as a makeshift pillow and the stars of Ursa Major and Minor twinkled above them (Mother Klanmüirl and Cub, Allura had called them) and sometime during their stargazing she had shifted so that her head now rested on his outstretched arm.

Conversation with her was so easy, so natural. She was quick to interject with a witty comment and teased him at every opportunity, and soon they were laughing with the genuine warmth of old friends. When the topic veered into more personal territory, he listened with rapt attention to her stories of Altea: its culture, its peoples, and of the responsibilities that weighed heavily on her heart.

“I’ve been training for years as a galactic diplomat—a real explorer—but one day I’ll have to forget that dream and devote my life to governing my people. I’m so scared that I won’t be able to do it, that I won’t be good enough.”

Her words hung heavily in the air. Shiro didn’t have the courage to tell her: No, you’re perfect. You’re beautiful and intelligent and strong and anyone would be lucky to call you their Queen.

Instead, he offered some stories of his own—stories he had never told of the family he had left behind in Tokyo, of his twin brother and the garden out back where they had first stargazed as children.

“Just like this?” Allura gestured to the greenery around them and the stars above.

Shiro nodded, “Just like this.” Even though Ryou was the farthest possible thing from a gorgeous alien princess.

After a comfortable silence, Allura poked him in the chest, “So. Why is the Garrison’s future valedictorian breaking into abandoned lab rooms? Is this a regular occurrence for you?”

He laughed sheepishly, “Yeah, sort of. Out there, they expect me to have all of the answers; I’m supposed to be the best in my classes, and lead my teammates, and help the younger pilots train. Not that I don’t love it, but—”

“I understand. You need to get away from it all sometimes.” She felt him nod. “I’m grateful that you’re letting me in on your secret hideout.”

“Of course, Princess. What kind of tour would this be if I didn’t show you the best parts of the Academy?”

“Please, Shiro, you can just call me Allura.” Am I being too forward? Something like this was unprecedented. Even Lance had to refer to her as “the Princess” at their old school. But this was Arizona, where there was no monarchy or planetary rivalries or—

“Okay. Allura.” Well. That was simple.

“Any fears?” She asked quickly, the sound of her name in his voice still echoing like ripples on still water.

“Oh, plenty,” Shiro chuckled, “Dying young, dying alone, dying without having done anything with my life—“

“That’s a lot of dying.”

“You didn’t let me tell you my worst fear: I’m deathly afraid of princesses.”

She scoffed and he had to bite his cheek to contain his grin.

“Yep, Altean ones in particular.” Shiro continued. “They’re the absolute worst. So scary. Especially when they’ve got you pinned to the ground in a dark room.” He was laughing now at her faux-pouting expression.

“You’re right, Shiro,” Her voice held a new note of mischief. He felt her hand slide across his torso and he froze, heart threatening to pound out of his chest. “You never know when a princess might…strike!”

And then Allura grabbed ahold of his tie, that stupid goddamn tie, jerking him onto his side, and her face was suddenly very, very close to his.

He could tell she hadn’t thought this through, her crystal blue eyes were wide with surprise at her own boldness and her breath hitched between them.

Neither of them were really thinking anymore.

Almost by instinct, the arm that had been resting behind her shoulders dropped down to snake around her waist and he was pressing his lips to hers.

It was a stolen kiss. A stupid, reckless, hormonal, teenaged impulse. Shiro half expected her to pull away and slap him for being so presumptuous but instead, she pressed closer to him and deepened the kiss as her eyes slid shut.

It was rushed, feverish, almost desperate, but it felt so goddamn right. Her teeth scraped against his and her fingertips ran blazing trails up Shiro’s shoulders, his neck, through his hair. Their tongues rolled together in a heady, panting mess. The warm glow in his chest pulsed and grew until he was ablaze in light. He was so utterly consumed by the taste of her that he almost missed the sound of steel-toed boots coming down the hall.

#they're just young and lovestruck #next chapter will be up soon and you'll see what happens next #also if any artists would want to illustrate this i would DIE #DIE IMMEDIATELY ON THE SPOT #also yes ryou will be in this #shallura #shallura fic #voltron #voltron fic #shallura fluff #voltron shiro #shiro #allura #voltron allura #vld shiro #takashi shirogane #princess allura #vld #mine

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void-tiger · 3 years

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An Idea. Maybe (i am a dirty rotten liar when it comes to actually writing what I say I have ideas for):

Allura Week but each day focuses on Allura’s Friendship/Relationship with another member of Team Voltron. So like (in no particular order)

Allura and Shiro

Allura and Coran

Allura and Pidge

Allura and Hunk

Allura and Keith

Allura and Lance

Allura and Jiro OR Allura and FullFam

Or… Allura with specific groups then the full team. So like:

Allura with the GG Trio

Allura with broganes

Allura with the Twins

Allura with Team Punk

Allura with Shiro, Lance, and Keith (ie, Piloting Stupidity. No braincells, only gottagofaaasaast)

Still Allura and Pidge (but maybe pull in other female characters (canon or fanon or oldtron etc)

Then Allura and Full Spacefam

Again. Don’t listen to me. I’m terrible at actually following through. But. Our princess having Fun with people she loves/is learning to love (depending on where on a timeline things feel the most inspiring)? Yes please.

#tiger’s musings #writing wip maybe #seriously. absolutely zero promises #I’m far better at genetating ideas when I’m feeling a Bit better than actually executing them. gotta ‘love’ burnout&shit #but like. let her have all the platonic fluff and/or h&c #(that…she was painfully denied by ‘canon’)#and okay maybe a Bit of shallura to taste #but. I really want to focus more on FRIENDSHIPS and ALLURA (and imo ship fics often…feel more about The Ship than the people in it.#(esp for events centered around a character vs…y’know. the ship)

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klanceficatalogue · 4 years

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Can you help me find that one fic where Lance waits in the bathroom wearing booty shorts while Allura is wearing his pants to take a test in class? Also, welcome back!

thanks! :D is this the one you mean? im pretty sure there are a couple that used this prompt - karri

nice legs, daisy dukes (makes a man go) by catrasdora (1/1 | 5,278 | Teen And Up)

Lance in booty shorts sitting on the sinks in the men's room while singing k-pop was not was Keith expected when he went to the bathroom during his study...

a.k.a.- how to confess to your crush who might hate you(??) while he is wearing really short shorts and you don't what to do: by Keith

(shallura)

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braincoins · 4 years

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Tybby WIP Tuesday

I know, I know, WIPs are for Wednesday but I want to tease @tybalt-tisk shaaaaaare. [innocent smile]

This is Dragon Age Shallura, of course, because if it’s not vampire mafia eating my brain right now, it’s DA. ^_^;;; This might help give some background, but the short version is: Shiro lost his arm before he became a Grey Warden (and met Allura), and so Allura is the one who made him a new arm. It was... um, not without its problems. [ahem]

He sighed, “Maker be praised,” and leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Thank you. For all of it. The arm, the magic, the… just all of it.”

She chuckled dryly. “Did you ever think you’d be thanking me for this arm?”

“Yes,” he said instantly.

“Liar.”

“Never.”

“Never?” she asked, pulling away from him so he could see her grin. “What about when you told those women that you were a happily-married man with three children and one on the way and you were hurrying home to your wife?”

He was definitely blushing. “That was just to get them to leave me alone.”

“It was still a liiiiiiie,” she sing-songed.

“They kept trying to pinch my butt!”

“Can’t blame them there,” she purred, sliding her arms around him and starting to dip her hands lower along his body.

He reached back and took hold of her hands. “Allura.”

“Shiro?” she asked brightly.

He pulled away just enough so her hands would be in front of him again. “Do you not want to know about the third thing? Because if you pinch me, I am going to make you wait for it.”

“You’ve already made me wait!” she protested.

“You’ll wait longer.”

“How much longer?”

“Days.”

She gasped in mock-outrage. “You wouldn’t!” she exclaimed in the manner of overwrought thespians everywhere.

“WEEKS.”

“You couldn’t!” she charged.

He laughed and raised her hands to his lips. “You’re right. If I wait another minute, I might burst.” He kissed her knuckles on each hand.

She knew she was the one blushing now. “So? Get on with it then.” Her demand was softened by his sweet behavior.

#WIP #DA Shallura #Shiro and Allura as super tragic medieval fantasy badasses okay?#little teaser #this is part of the fluff #we're getting to the smut don't worry!

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lyxanislive · 5 years

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Snack - A Shallua Fic-let

“Are you eating chips from your bra?”

Allura yelped, almost dropping her snack and spinning towards the doorway. Her eyes locked on Shiro’s and she felt the crescents under her eyes light up.

“N-no!” She stammered, he turned on the lights and smiled widely at her. She quickly crammed more into her mouth and crunched loudly while not breaking eye contact.

“Allura, Why do you have doritos in your shirt?” He sounded amused.

“They’re mine.” She said quickly. “Hunk said I could have the whole bowl.”.

Read on AO3 or Below the Cut~

This was silly, really it was, and her mother would be appalled at her current acts if she could see them. Even Coran would pull a face and scold her with a lecture about how to properly behave. But she couldn’t help herself, and because she already knew how shameful it was, she had sequestered herself in a dark corner of the lounge. These odd triangles were so delicious and crispy, a slight tang to them that left a pleasant buzz on her tongue, she simply could not get enough. They stained her fingers with orange dust that tasted just the baked treat when she licked them off.

She could blame Hunk for her current situation.

She was awkwardly standing near the back table, unsure how to fit in with her Human comrades, and Romelle had already abandoned her to dance badly on the other side of the room with Rizavi and Veronica. Hunk had joined her, a wide smile on his face and seemed to take her discomfort into account as he gestured to the snacks. He had called them ‘Dori toes’ and gestured to the large blue bowl. He had encouraged her to try them, stating they did not need any toppings. Allura had trusted him! He was supposed to be the kindest of the former Paladins, yet here he was tempting her with these delicious ‘toes’.

Now, several vargas later she was quietly hiding in the dark, pulling the crunchy little snacks out of the napkin she had carefully arranged in her top. Despite her best efforts, there was now the orange power and crumbs sticking to her skin, but it was worth it. She pulled out a ‘toe’ and slowly placed it in her mouth, savoring every little nibble.

“Are you eating chips from your bra?”

Allura yelped, almost dropping her snack and spinning towards the doorway. Her eyes locked on Shiro’s and she felt the crescents under her eyes light up.

“N-no!” She stammered, he turned on the lights and smiled widely at her. She quickly crammed more into her mouth and crunched loudly while not breaking eye contact.

“Allura, Why do you have doritos in your shirt?” He sounded amused.

“They’re mine.” She said quickly. “Hunk said I could have the whole bowl.”

“Not really an answer, Princess.” He crossed towards her slowly, his eyes drifting towards her chest as if trying to see the contents.

She defensively put her hand up to block his view of what was surely at least a half dozen left wrapped up so neatly pressed against her chest. “I’m not a princess anymore, Shiro. You know this.”

He shrugged. “You are to me.”

She couldn’t tell if the blush on her face remained because she was caught in the act or if it was because it was him. She turned her eyes to her shoes in hopes that it would subside.

“Cool Ranch?”

“Cool Ranch?” She echoed.

“The Doritos – are they cool ranch flavored?”

“There’s other flavors?” Shiro nodded. “I don’t – Maybe? I’m unsure. Hunk only said Doritos.”

Shiro extended his hand palm up, and, rather reluctantly, Allura pulled a triangle from her top and placed it into his outstretched hand. He finished it in two bites, licked the remains off his finger, and seemed to consider for a moment. Allura tried not to focus on the movement of his lips, but failed spectacularly.

“Spicy nacho.” He nodded as if he hadn’t just made up weird words. “Not cool ranch, but still good.”

“Should I put them in the refrigeration unit?” She softly questioned, she carefully reached in and produced the napkin carrying the remains of her bounty. Shiro chuckled and shook his head.

He glanced up to the wall where an array of symbols told him the time, Allura could only make out the 0 but glanced at the symbols as well.

“Come on – “ Shiro was careful to grab the wrist of the hand not holding the Dorti toes. “There’s a convenience store not far from the barracks.”

Allura didn’t understand but nodded and allowed herself to be led.

Allura chomped happily, and though she agreed that ‘Cool Ranch’ was good, she still preferred the ‘spicy nacho’ flavor. She sat cross legged on Shiro’s bed, surrounded by not only Doritos, but other fun snack that either Shiro recommended, or ones that she had thought the packaging looked interesting. Shiro sat across from her, eating another weird earth snack.

“Man, I haven’t pigged out on junk food since before Adam and I split.” He smirked, holding out one of the thick colourful strings he was eating to her. She took it without hesitation and popped it into her mouth.

It was sweet, and chewy, but the texture was just off. It reminded her of a certain Altean vegetable and she frowned.

“Don’t like gummy worms?” He asked and she shook her head. He laughed and looked around the pile. “Well we have other things to snack on.”

“Do you do this a lot?”

“Hm? No. Course not. But it is kinda fun, huh?”

“So, it’s like a secret earth tradition?”

Shiro paused before scrambling out of bed. “No – not yet.” He smiled brightly. “Wait here!”

He quickly left the room but shortly returned with an armful of soft cloths. He dumped them on the floor by the foot of his bed before turning to his dresser and digging through it.

“We’re going to have a slumber party. Just you and me.”

Allura’s mouth opened and her eyes widened.

“You told me of those! Back befor- “ She didn’t finish the sentence. They both already knew it ended with ‘before you died’.

“Put these on.” He gently tossed his clothing at her, and she lifted it up to inspect the plain black shirt and dark grey soft pants. “I’ll get the fort set up, you get ready.”

He turned around to start placing sheets around the room in what he hoped would be some semblance of a tent. He glanced over to where Allura was currently topless, fussing with the pyjamas pants.

His cheeks felt hot as she toyed with the strings, her back and arms were adorned with pink lines that matched the colour of the ones under her eyes.

He kept trying to focus on the patterns, but couldn't help his eyes from wandering to the ample amount of side boob she was displaying.

He licked his lips, but she had moved to grab the shirt and pull it over her head. He watched her smooth movement and let his hands fumble with more blankets.

“I think this is right?” He tried to act as if he had not just been ogling, but his mouth was still agape. That image would be burned into his head forever.

“Shiro?” Right – she wanted a response.

“Perfect.” He whispered, but her sensitive Altean hearing picked it up and she flushed. He turned back to his hap harzardly strewn about blankets and tugged at them a bit more. “Almost done.”

She nodded as the tent slowly took form and watched as he grabbed a tablet off the floor and held open a flap for her to crawl onto his bed. “After you Princess.”

“Hm, Thank you Paladin.” She replies and crawled into the pile of snacks, making herself a sort of nest out of the snacks and blankets on his bed.

Shiro followed suit and sprawled out on his stomach – idly scrawling through his tablet as he felt Allura shuffle around to lay next to him. He selected a video, propped the tablet up on the covers and snuggled next to the princess to watch the movie.

He had picked an old cartoon movie about Atlantis and its beautiful princess. Allura seemed enraptured, carefully watching the cartoon characters as the plot unfolded.

“Is this a true story?” She asked, turning her head towards him, She has taken a huge bite out of an entire Kitkat bar and Shiro almost cringed before reaching for it from her.

“Not at all, but it’s a good story.”

“I like the Princess.” She relinquished the treat to him and turned back to the screen to res her head on her arms as they crossed in front of her.

“I like all Princesses.” Shiro admitted coyly as he shifted closer to her and broke off a piece of the kitkat bar, plopping the rest of the already chomped on chocolate in front of her.

“All Princesses?” Came the reply.

“All the Princesses I’ve met, yeah.” He quirked a smile before swallowing the chocolate.

She leaned in and kissed him then, short and soft. Her lips tasting slightly of chocolate, sending a rush through his blood more powerful than sugar. He parted his lips slightly and deepened the kiss, eliciting a small moan from the princess.

When they broke apart Shiro smiled lovingly at her watching her face light up.

“You’re my favorite snack.”

Shiro snorted. “Allura, that can mean something else.” She frowned and turned back to the small screen, pouting. He followed after her, kissing her cheek, right next to her marking. “But you’re my favorite snack too.”

And the two cuddled together in their tent, enjoying the evening and whatever snacks they deemed worthy.

#shallura #fic #shallura fam #what up #heres some fluff #content #lyxan does things

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68spidey · 5 years

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Taking a break from E dwin week so I don’t get burned out with them, and got back to some Shallura prompts! @curiosity-killed, @synergetic-prose, I hope these mornin smooches satisfy.

The expression meme sheet.

Don’t repost, copy, or trace my work.

#Voltron legendary defender #shallura #art of koi #fluff #scars

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littlespacestars · 7 years

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Fic also available on AO3.

Shiro hangs the last of their damp winter clothes in front of the roaring fireplace to dry. On the floor behind him, Allura’s bundled up in a cocoon of soft blankets and pillows. Her white hair curls around her bare shoulders, like a veil, and her dark skin is glowing in the warmth of the fireplace. She smiles sleepily and reaches a hand out, playfully beckoning him over with the wriggling of her fingers. In this moment, she's relaxed and unguarded, her walls completely down, all for him.

He takes a long moment to stand there in his sweatpants admiring just how soft and welcoming she looks—like home. Kneeling beside her, he takes her fingers between his own and kisses at her wrist, and then up her arm. Like a wing, Allura lifts the blanket up with ease to let him join her on the floor.

She traces delicate fingers along the scars on Shiro’s chest in the warm light and listens closely to his slowed breathing. His eyes sleepily blink open every minute or two to watch, a small grin pulling at his lips.

“Comfortable?” He yawns.

“Yes.” A laugh escapes Allura as she presses her hands against his chest. “Are you?”

“Mm.” He nods into her hair, breathing in the sweet scent. “Did you have fun today?”

“I did,” she says, her face lighting up like a beacon in the dark. “I’ve never seen snow so peaceful before.”

Shiro lets out a small laugh and strokes a hand through her hair. “It can get a little crazy this far up north. But we’re lucky it’s been nice so far.”

“Yes,” she agrees with a playful smile, and scrunches her nose. “Knock on wood. Is that how it goes?”

Another laugh.

“Yeah.”

“And I have to actually knock on some wood?” She looks at him skeptically.

“There’s plenty.” Shiro grins and glances over at all the wooden furniture in the cabin.

“In that case...” Allura pointedly raps her knuckles against the wooden coffee table. “Knock, knock.”

Shiro’s staring at her with that look. It’s the one where his eyebrows draw upwards and his eyes are half lidded and laxed. The one with the smitten little smile that pulls at the corners of his lips and puts happy creases next to his eyes. It always makes Allura’s heart flutter.

“We’re going to stay here forever, that's the plan right?”

“Absolutely.” She teasingly rolls her eyes and pulls him closer. “We’ll live out our lives in the state of—” Allura pauses and shoots him a questioning look.

“Maine,” he offers.

“The state of Maine,” she says matter-of-factly. “We’ll live out our lives in this cabin.”

“Sounds good to me.” He presses soft kisses all over her face and smiles into her skin. “Get married...have kids, grow old together...” he mumbles between kisses, and his eyes flutter shut.

Allura pauses and stares at his chest long enough to bore holes into the scarred flesh. She feels her own chest tighten. The wonderful thought of forever floats around in her head, but she can't catch it. All she can think about is how she's around 200 earth years old, not including her 10,000 year sleep. And Shiro, oh her Shiro, is only 27 years old. She will outlive him for hundreds more.

Powerful arms cling to Shiro’s chest and he winces slightly at the pressure. He opens his eyes and glances down at his girlfriend and pushes aside her mass of hair, searching for her face.

“Allura?”

She burrows deeper into the blankets and turns away from him, curling into herself.

“Allura?” He sits up and peels away blankets, trying to uncover her, and his voice tightens.

“Allura, what's wrong? I'm sorry, was I...was I being too forward about the—” Shiro bites his bottom lip and rakes his fingers back through his bangs. “Forget I said anything about marriage, or ki—”

“We won't grow old together,” she murmurs with a heavy heart, still hidden away beneath her veil of hair. “I'm so sorry, but we won't.”

The fire crackles beside them and the light flickers around the cabin walls. Outside, the snow continues to fall, powdery and fresh, with no sign of stopping. It's picture perfect and neither of them want to leave, but...

“I know,” he admits after a long pause. Shiro reaches out and turns her towards himself. His fingers work through her curls and he plants a firm kiss against the top of her head. “I know, but it's a nice dream to have.

The two of them hold onto each other and onto the moment, and pretend there will never be an end.

“I love you more than I have ever loved anyone, Takashi Shirogane,” she whispers into the quiet of the cabin. “But why won’t you live a normal life with a human woman who can grow old with you?”

He's already shaking his head before she asks him.

“She wouldn't be you.”

“That's entirely my point.” She sighs, feeling the guilt hang heavy in her chest, like lead, like the weight of the world, and her fingers trace absently at his collarbone.

“A short life loving you is a life worth living,” he says, holding her closer. “It isn’t forever, but I would love every moment.”

Allura lifts her head from his chest, peeking up at him with big, sad eyes. “How can you be so sure?”

“Allura.” His hands find hers and he gives them a soft squeeze. His thumb rubs against the top of her hand and he stares at her with soft eyes, so soft she could stare at them forever.

“I lived everyday in space prepared to die by your side. Everyday,” he whispers, just above the spitting fire. “And I was more than okay with that.”

“I don't want to rob you of your life, your human experiences,” she insists, staring intently at his hand enclosed around her own.

A small smile overcomes Shiro’s face and he presses a kiss to her forehead. “You've only robbed me of my heart,” he teases with a warm smile. “And I promise you, I'm more than fine with that.”

She can't help it—she smiles back, but the worry still remains in her furrowed brows. “You joke, but I'm afraid you're blinded by love,” she says.

“And what if I am?” Shiro gently wraps a curled lock of her white hair around his finger, and he can't take his eyes off her. “It's one of the best things to happen to me in a long time, Allura.”

“You surely are blinded.”

“I'm smitten,” he shoots back teasingly.

“Shiro,” she sighs, a worried crease in her forehead. “I'm serious.”

“Sorry.” He plants a kiss on her bare shoulder and pulls the knitted blanket over it. He stares back at her with half lidded eyes, and offers her a small smile of apology. “Just trying to lighten the mood.”

She kisses the corner of his mouth and presses her forehead against his, shuffling as close as she can to him in their cocoon. “I just...don't want you to make a mistake.”

“This isn't a mistake.” He wraps an arm around her waist and massages her lower back with his thumb. “I promise.” It's a whisper in her ear, sincere and warm.

She loves him. To Earth’s moon and back. To Altea and back. Across the universe and back.

“I love you, Shiro,” she whispers, voice thick with emotion. “I don't want to leave.”

“Don't,” he says, trailing kisses along her jaw. “Don't ever leave me.”

Allura holds onto the back of his head and pulls him in for a kiss, closing any remaining space between them.

Very much inspired by The Shards of Us by HomuraKaura on AO3.

It’s the middle of freaking summer and I’m here drawing snowy cabin scenes.

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19th-harbinger · 6 years

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Lance, Keith and Allura at a party

Person: Oh, what a pretty lady.

Allura: Thanks.

Person: which one of you gentlemen is third-wheeling?

Allura: That’d be the pretty lady.

#voltron the legendary defender #accurate #lance mcclain #allura #keith kogane #voltron #klance #love #otp #my otp #gay fluff #i ship it #shadam #punk #shallura #honay #flirting

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tybalt-tisk · 7 years

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Only With You Chapter 4

Summary: Shiro and Allura break out of the daycare. Rating: G Pairing: Shallura Also on: ao3 Notes: Canon Allura is bossy as shit. Baby Allura is 10x worse.

Shiro looked up towards the clock with his brows drawn together in confusion. It was analog clock so he couldn’t exactly read it, but the tiny sticks were in different places than what he remembered when he looked up at them not too long ago. It also didn’t help that, at his age, he had no perception of time. How much time had passed? An hour? Four hours? 78 minutes? He had absolutely no idea.

Not that he was complaining. The time which dragged on wasn’t such a nuisance because he actually enjoyed playing with Allura. That was because she wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with him and made him realize that none of the other kids were bothered by his white forelock. But even with the surprising acceptance of his peers, he still didn’t prefer to be the center of attention. Everything was still new to him - his newfound confidence, new country, a new friend - he was still testing the waters and his place in it. Sometimes the other kids would wander into their play area wanting Shiro’s attention and he would cautiously give it to them. Kids are naturally drawn to new things and Shiro was the newest addition to the daycare, so unsurprisingly they flocked to him like moths towards a flame. However, they tended to overwhelm him with their endless questions about his hair and origin and they constantly probed him about his life. When their enthusiasm started to draw in too much attention, he would become visibly uncomfortable and began to sink into himself. When that happened, he unconsciously reached towards his head only to meet his hair. He was left wishing he had his cap back on for a safety net. Allura immediately picked up on this and a cold look from her towards the poor kids would silently send them on their way. They had moved on from building a space robot to constructing a castle. They had a solid game plan; hoard as many pieces as possible. Well, it seemed like a solid game plan at the time until their greed almost caused a mini-revolution by a mob of angry toddlers demanding their fair share of building blocks. Amy quickly dismantled the toddler uprising by suggesting a reasonable compromise that split up the blocks evenly amongst the children. The compromise immediately resulted in Allura wanting to abandon construction because she said there weren’t nearly enough building blocks to do it right. “Go big or go home,” she had told him sternly with her arms folded stubbornly before she dragged him somewhere else. Now they were in a rather secluded part of the daycare, away from probing questions and the proletariats, coloring in artbooks, courtesy of another one of Allura’s personal stashes. Shiro decided on an animal-themed book while Allura was still looking for the perfect flower to fill in. She laid on her stomach while she lazily flipped through the pages, her head resting on her open palm. She looked up just in time to see Shiro check the clock. Again. “Why do you keep looking at the clock?” she asked in a bored tone. “It’s not like you can read it. Papa changed it from the glowy numbers to the sticks a week ago.” She paused on a page, made a face, then continued to flip through them. “I can so read it!” he defended with puffed cheeks. His outburst made him go slightly over the lines of his lion picture. “Oh, yeah?” she challenged with a smirk on her face. “Then what does it say?” Oh, she was so ready to prove him wrong. Too ready. “…1:23,” he said slowly with shifty eyes, avoiding her gaze. He honestly just counted from one to three and made it sound like a time. Allura wouldn’t know if he was lying because it’s not like she could read the clock. She couldn’t tell time, either. He could get away with this. Allura looked at him then looked at the clock with squinted eyes then back at him once more, her blue eyes studying him carefully searching for the lie he set out. She set aside her coloring book and sat up, looking around the daycare. She didn’t believe Shiro. Not one bit, but she didn’t have the knowledge to call him out on it, but she knew someone who could. “Amy, what time is it?!” she yelled across the room when she spotted their caretaker. “Allura, you know I’m not allowed to tell you that,” Amy answered from across the room. She was busy cleaning up spilled juice from the floor. Her back was facing them, so her reply sounded muffled and strained. Allura rolled her eyes and let out a loud, exaggerated sigh out of spite. While she fell with her back on the ground she threw her arms above her head and entwined them in her silver hair. She began to speak in a nagging, mocking voice, “Allura, you can’t know the time. Allura, you can’t take all the blocks of your super awesome castle. Allura, no, you can’t keep a bee farm.” Her shoulders shook with each syllable that left her mouth. “I can hear you, Allura,” Amy warned in a light voice. “I trained those bees! They were ready for the circus, Amy!” Allura pouted and rolled over onto her stomach. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter.” It did matter. She could never do anything fun. “Why do you keep looking at the clock?” she asked Shiro again, only this time more curious. Her sudden anger of her bee farm was a distant memory. Shiro raised an eyebrow. There was so much he wanted to ask her but her attention was already focused solely on him. He was starting to get used to the intensity of her stare, but he couldn’t say it didn’t leave him feeling funny. He let out a sigh and continued to color in his lion before answering her. “My mama said that she would be back really soon, but it’s been forever since she left me here,” he confessed. Shiro knew that this interview was important, but how important was it that she abandoned her child with complete strangers for 5 hours? “She said that she was having an interview with her new boss today and if he likes her, we can stay here.” Allura was suddenly off of the floor and in his face. She snatched the black crayon from his hands and threw it across the room. Shiro’s mouth fell open in shock then his face took on a look of anger, “Why did you do that?!” “I had to.” “No, you di-” “Yes I did,” she interrupted. She really didn’t have to throw his crayon across the room, but it felt right and she didn’t know how to express herself without harming others. She was pretty sure that crayon was gone forever because it rolled under the cubbies where no fingers could reach. Oh well. “I can never finish this picture, now!” He pushed his hands towards his incomplete black lion. Why did she always ruin his creative plans? He couldn’t build a plane because she wanted to build a robot. They couldn’t build a castle, because it had to absolutely have every single block in the entire daycare, and now he couldn’t even finish coloring in his awesome black lion. Allura rolled her eyes at him. “There are plenty of other black crayons, Shiro,” she assured. “See? Look.” She picked up another crayon from the box and offered it to him. “That’s brown!” he whined as he looked over in the box searching for a replacement. “You threw the only black crayon way over there and I don’t even know where it went.” “It went under the cubbies,” she informed blankly. “You can’t reach it and no one else can either. It’s gone forever, trust me. But listen!” She tossed aside his irritation the same way she tossed aside his crayon, ignoring his dismay as her voice was getting more and more excited. “Your mama is talking to my Uncle Zarkie. I heard them talking about the inter-interview earlier,” she stumbled over the word. It wasn’t foreign to her but it was the first time it had left her mouth. “Okay…” he said slowly, unsure where she was going with this. He was still extremely bitter about his lost crayon. “Shiro.” He lost count of how many times her hands found his face, but here he was again. Face to hand contact. “Why should we wait for her, when we can go to her?” The look in her eyes scared Shiro. He didn’t know why, but he knew every instinct in him told him to put distance between them. “How?” His eyes were narrowed as he looked at her up and down, still at a loss. She looked around carefully, her blue eyes taking in as much detail about their surroundings as possible. When she was finished, she turned her gaze back to Shiro, her voice low. “Do you trust me?” “No, not even a little,” he answered at a lightning speed. “How can I trust you when you threw the only black cray-” “Shiro, forget the crayon!” she hissed while shaking his face. “This is important. We can go find your mama. I know where they are!” His eyes lit up with delight. “You do!?” he said. His face then took on a look of confusion. “But…how are we gonna get to her? We’re stuck in here.” “We’re not stuck, Shiro,” she said slyly. “I can get us out of here.” The look of mischief once again found its way to her face and Shiro once again found himself afraid of her and the trouble he was sure to get in. Shiro looked at her for a minute with questioning eyes before realization hit him like a bus. He stepped back away from her, shaking his head rapidly. “We just can’t leave!” he shouted. Allura hurried and put a hand over his mouth before he caught Amy’s attention. “Shh!” she hushed him angrily. She looked over her shoulder to see if Shiro’s outburst had drawn attention and luckily for her, it hadn’t. She was getting out of here, with or without Shiro. She was lying to herself because she knew Shiro was definitely coming with her. Shiro moved her hand from his mouth before he continued in a hushed tone, “Allura, we’ll get into trouble.” “Only if we get caught.” Shiro frowned. “C'mon Shiro! I do this all the time, you just gotta trust me!” Shiro folded his arms over his chest, frown cemented in place. He duplicated the pose he’d seen his dad do dozens of times when he disapproved of Shiro’s actions. It was the ultimate dad pose. Turns out, Allura was the absolute worst person to hit with the “Dad Pose”. She was completely unphased by it. Instead of backing down, she puffed her bottom lip out in a frown and somehow made her blue eyes wider. She brought her hands together in front her in a silent plea as her voice took on an innocent tone. “Shiro, pleeeease? I’m trying to help you get to your mama and I’m tired of being in here. Let’s go on an adventure.” “We’ll get lost…” he tried to reason with her. He was never one to break the rules and he didn’t want to get into trouble his first day at the daycare. However, he knew that Allura was determined to drag him down with her. “We won’t get lost,” she promised. “I know every part of my castle.” Shiro thought it over. Allura seemed extremely confident in her jailbreaking skills to the point where she was almost cocky about it and he did miss his mama. She said it would be a short day, but he was starting to get worried about her. She was gone for what? 9 hours, now? What if something bad had happened to her? What if she had tripped down the stairs? What if her new boss was being mean to her? …What if she didn’t get the job? What would happen, then? Then his family couldn’t stay here and his parents would have to split up again and he’d have to move houses. He and Allura could no longer be friends if he left. He pushed these thoughts from his head and sucked in a huge breath. “Let’s do it.” His voice full of determination. Allura couldn’t contain her excited squeal at Shiro’s approval and she threw her arms around him in a brief hug. The way her eyes lit up made Shiro’s heart sing. If he could make her look that happy for the rest of his life, he would do whatever it took. If that includes breaking out of daycare, then so be it. Allura straightened her posture, eyes lit with determination as she scanned the area once again. She was looking for a certain someone. Suddenly, Allura grabbed Shiro by the hand and led him to the play area towards a red-headed boy playing with building blocks. Allura suppressed her sudden anger about seeing her blocks being used for a something other than a massive castle. Her castle was going to be legendary, but now it was only a distant memory. “Hi, Reggie.” She forced a smile and gave a small wave. Shiro followed suit, waving awkwardly behind her. The boy looked up at the pair with brown, unimpressed eyes. He looked slightly annoyed. Probably thinking back to the Great Building Block Scandal Allura had put everyone throughout of sheer greed. “What do you want? My blocks? Amy said that no one was to give you any more.” he said as he pushed his portion of blocks behind him, hiding them from her. “I don’t want your blocks, Reggie, "she assured him. "But, I do need to get out of here.” “Again?” Shiro raised an eyebrow. “Again?” he whispered to her. His comment earned him a glare from Allura. “Yes, again. Are you gonna help me or not?” she demanded. Shiro could tell that she really needed to work on her patience. Almost everything she wanted was something that she wanted immediately with no pushback. “Yeah…I’ll help you, but I want something back,” Reggie bargained. He was looking towards the direction of Allura’s secret stash of goodies. Allura’s eyes narrowed. She knew that no one knew exactly where her stash was because she moved locations every week to not draw in suspicion, but Reggie’s gaze was dangerously close. She knew she had to relocate soon. “Name it,” Allura answered. She was more than willing to give up her personal luxuries for freedom. It was something that the entire daycare knew about. Allura was notorious for breaking out of daycare on a weekly basis, but as clever as she was, she could never do it alone. A colorful ball here, a packet of cheese crackers there. They wanted sweets? Then let them eat cake. She had many things to bargain in exchange for the help of the other kids. “Don’t name the crayons because Allura is just going to take them from you and throw them under th-OW!” Shiro’s rant was interrupted by an elbow to the gut. He glared at the back of her head and before he could retaliate, Reggie started again. “I want your animal coloring book,” he said. “The one Shiro was using before you came over here.” Shiro opened his mouth in protest. Did no one want him to be happy? “Fine,” she agreed, then whispered to Shiro after feeling his disappointment, “I have a better one hidden by the glue sticks.” She turned her attention back towards Reggie. “Okay, we’re gonna do Plan C.” “What’s Plan C?” Reggie asked with a raised eyebrow. “Reggie! You and me only have one plan,” she growled while raising her index finger. “Then why would you name it ‘Plan C’ if there’s no Plan A or B?” Reggie asked back casually. “Reggie, I’ll throw that artbook under those cubbies so fast…” she threatened through clenched teeth. “Okay, Okay!” he backed down. He scanned the daycare with the same seriousness Allura possessed earlier before looking back at them. “Get ready,” he told them. Allura dragged Shiro to an area that was slightly hidden from Amy’s view, her eyes peeking around the corner to watch everything unfold. Reggie stood up and made his way towards the caretaker, trying to lead her away from the door. “Amy! Amy! Look how fast I can run! See look!” The red-headed boy then proceeded to run as fast as he could up and down the play area. Before Amy could tell him to stop, or at least slow down, Plan C moved on to phase two. With a strategic twist of his foot, Reggie came crashing down onto the carpet, face first. He immediately let out a high pitched wail that only a toddler could pull off. His eyes filled with tears as he made his face alarmingly red. His tiny fist slammed on the floor in a repeated banging motion, selling his charades. And the Academy Award goes to… Amy rushed to the seemingly injured child to see if he had truly hurt himself, leaving the pathway to the door open. With the coast clear, Allura ran to the entrance with Shiro right on her heels. She looked back to see if Amy was still distracted. She met Reggie’s crocodile tear-filled eyes once more before she aggressively pushed Shiro down to his hands and knees, much to his silent protest, so she could climb on top of him to reach the door handle. “Be the lookout,” she told him strictly. No surprise to her, the door was locked. It was a different lock from last time she had done this earlier last week, but she was sure she could get through it. She reached to the far right of her to the check-in desk to grab a long flower shaped pen and used that to reach and slide the piece of metal out of place. The sound of the lock sliding out of place was music to her ears. She quickly got off Shiro who was taking his role as guarding footstool way too seriously. She helped him up and hurriedly pulled him out of the daycare before she carefully closed the door as quietly as possible. She could hear Reggie scream louder to drown out any noise they may have caused. He was doing a great job. She might just throw in two artbooks; he deserved it. They were now on the outside of the daycare looking up towards the artificial clouds. Allura turned to Shiro with a smirk on her face and nudged him playfully. “See? That wasn’t so bad.” She started to walk down the hall knowing that he would follow her. “I guess not.” He stretched his sore back before he followed Allura. “Where do we go now, Princess?” She cocked her head at the use of this nickname towards her. “Princess?” “Yeah, because that’s what you are,” he answered honestly behind her. He was sure that whatever journey he was about to embark on, it was bound to get them in trouble. He honestly didn’t care because as long as he was with the princess, he could deal with anything. Mainly because he knew that she could probably scheme her way out of any trouble might get into. “I need your back again to reach the elevator buttons,” she told him when they reached the sliding metal doors. “What do you use when you don’t have my back to reach things?” he asked. He didn’t want this to be a recurring thing. Allura wasn’t gentle in the slightest. “I use a broom.” “Then why didn’t you bring a broom this time?” “Because I have you,” she said as if it were common sense. “Now get down so I can reach.” Shiro got back into position as her personal step stool so Allura could call the elevator. It came quickly much to her delight and they made their way into the car. She climbed on his back one more time to press the floor they needed. “What happens when we get there?” Shiro asked as they felt themselves being lifted up several floors. He was not a huge fan of surprises. He liked to know things in advance and wanted to know exactly what was going to happen, when it is was going to happen, and how it was going to happen. He liked to have a solid itinerary before any major event. It was a characteristic he picked up from both of his parents. He had to admit that he was nervous about what was going to happen when, no if …- actually he was right the first time, so when they got caught. He was absolutely sure that he wouldn’t leave this place without a firm lecture from his mama. She was gonna tell his Dad later on when they got home and his dad was going to do the “Dad Pose” and Shiro didn’t think he could handle that right now. So much had happened today in such little time. It had only been…15 hours since this morning, right? “We gotta be sneaky,” she told him. “My Uncle Zarkie has a lot of people who work for him. We have to avoid them because if they catch us, they’ll send us back to the daycare and then we can’t find your mama.” The car came to a stop and they both peeked their heads out in opposite directions to check their surroundings before Allura quietly led them through the lobby. This floor was completely different from the lobby Shiro walked through earlier. Whereas the lobby downstairs had vibrant golds and reds, this area had darker tones. Deep shades of purples and greys were the main color scheme here. The area wasn’t as busy as Shiro thought it would be. He thought it would be littered with adults who were eager to catch them sneaking around, but he was only met with a couple of couches, plants, and a single desk with a receptionist sitting behind it and taking a phone call. The entrance to the Galra Branch was just behind her. Allura knew that the door was locked and the only person that could open it was the woman behind the desk. There was a button that unlocked the door that was incorporated into the woman’s desk. Allura was too short, even with Shiro, to reach it. There was no possible way to sneak around the woman to reach the button or to even fashion up something long enough to reach the button that released the lock. She would have to face the woman head-on. Not that it bothered her. “Allura, what are you doing?” Shiro hissed when Allura came from behind her hiding spot behind a potted plant. She held her hand out and Shiro reluctantly took it and allowed Allura to lead him to the front desk. The women didn’t seem to be phased by her presence but took on a look a surprise when noticed that this time, Allura wasn’t alone. She put whoever she was talking to on hold before she addressed the children. “Good afternoon, Allura,” she said her a warm smile. “Who’s your friend?” She folded her hands together as she looked over the desk at the children. Allura put on the same forced smile she gave to Reggie just minutes ago. “Hi, Mia,” she responded. “This is Shiro. He’s new here and we need to find his mama. She’s with Uncle Zarkie, so can you please let us in?” Mia raised a brow. “Why does he need his mother?” she asked leaning forward more to study the boy over her desk. “Are you alright?” Shiro let his eyes fall from the receptionist, hoping his white bangs could cover his face enough to hide him. He was not a good liar. If he spoke, he knew he was going to immediately ruin things for the both of them. Luckily for him, Allura chose that exact moment to physically step in, shielding him from Mia’s dissecting eyes. “No, he’s not okay! He’s feeling a little sick and only his mama, who is in there, can help him!” She continued to look at Shiro with a raised brow. “He doesn’t look sick.” Her tone was flat. A quick nudge from Allura sent Shiro into a fake coughing fit. It wasn’t perfect, but it was sellable. However, if this friendship was going to work, Shiro needed to seriously work on his acting skills. Did he even see Reggie? Now that was acting. “See?” Allura pointed towards Shiro, who was hacking away, completely over exaggerating the situation. “He needs medical attention…from his mama.” Mia rolled her eyes at their rendition of the black plague. “Okay, Allura. I think it’ll just call Amy and have someone escort you two back to the daycare,” she said while flipping through a phone book searching for the right number. She had no idea why she didn’t have the number on speed dial considering she had sent Allura back to the daycare on numerous occasions this month alone. Shiro stopped mid-cough, eyes wide with fear. This was it. This is the moment they would get into trouble and he’d get the longest lecture of his short life. Allura stepped forward. “But Mia, if you call Amy, then that means that you’d have to hang up on your boyfriend,” Allura said in a voice that was way too innocent to be considered as such. Mia’s hands froze over the pages and stared at Allura with wide eyes. Allura blinked back owlishly with a grin on her face, tilting her head to the side in a silent challenge. Allura didn’t know it yet, but what she was doing was definitely considered blackmail. They stared at each other for what felt like forever. Shiro was nervously looking at both of them wondering who was going to cave in first. From the time he’d spent with Allura, he knew it wasn’t going to be her. He knew that if Allura was going to go down, she would sure put up a fight. Mia’s eyes narrowed at the girl before her fingers went to the button that unlocked the doors. “Go. If they ask, you came in through the vents again.” Allura broke into a huge smile. “Yeah, sure Mia! Thanks!” She pulled Shiro along with her before she entered the door. Mia waited until the two disappeared behind the double doors before she turned her attention back to the phone. She almost ran her hands through her hair, messing up her perfect bun. “…She did it again, Gavin…yes again…oh, you have not met Allura Altea, you have no idea…” Allura and Shiro entered the Galra Branch. In this area, the purple color scheme continued, except it was little darker than it was on the outside. It reminded Shiro of a fortress. It was way busier in here than it was in any other location Shiro had seen so far. There were individual cubicles that separated each employee to help them focus on their work. It was eerily quiet despite the fact that the room was completely crowded. A couple of employees were walking around, however, none of them had noticed Allura or Shiro. The two hid inside of an empty cubicle to go over their game plan before moving forward. “Okay, so my Uncle Zarkie’s office is that big one.” Allura pointed the office that was separated with walls from the rest of the area. It had a large door that Shiro was positive that Allura needed to ruin his body for. It also had large windows that were covered with dark shutter blinds so he couldn’t see inside. Shiro expected to see guards patrolling the area, but there were just employees looking for a water break. He memorized their pattern before he moved forward, signaling Allura to follow him. He took the lead on this mission. He was sure Allura’s trained eyes picked up whatever he had missed. They stayed low to ground to keep out of sight. They didn’t exactly blend in - not with Allura’s snow white hair and his bright orange shirt, but they did their best to time their movements perfectly to not draw in attention from the employees. Shiro was about to take a step forward before he was harshly pulled back inside a cubicle. Allura placed a hand on his mouth before he said anything to give away their position. Not even a second later, an employee walked by with a mug in his hand. Allura removed her hand and Shiro let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. She peeked her head out before she cleared them and let him take the lead again. As they got closer to Zarkon’s office, Shiro took his steps more cautiously. There were more employees here. Each step he made was meticulously planned, careful not to alert anybody. However, as soon as they turned a corner into a cubicle for a hiding break to plan their next few steps, a man was in their path. All three froze in their spots and no one made a sound. Shiro stared at the man with wide eyes afraid that they had finally been caught. Well, they had a good run. Back to the daycare they would go. The man looked at Shiro then to Allura with a questioning brow. He opened his mouth to address them before Allura narrowed her eyes, placed her index finger over her lips and shook her head slowly. The man sighed and let the single paper in his hands drop to the floor. “Oh no,” the man said dryly, almost like a robot. “My paper fell. Let me turn around to retrieve it.” He turned his back to them to pick up the single sheet from the floor. “Gee, I hope no one sneaks past me because if they did, now would be the perfect opportunity to do so.” Allura took the diversion as the perfect chance to push Shiro into the next cubicle to secure their location. The man quietly laughed to himself as he picked up his report before he returned to his workstation. He unlocked his computer and quickly sent out a mass email. ~.~w~.~ From: Thace Waterson To: Fellow Minions Subject: Code White Allura is in the building. Watch your mouth and pretend you don’t see her. PS: Whoever stole my lunch, I am coming for you. ~.~w~.~ “That was close,” Allura whispered once they were under the desk in the cubicle opposite of Zarkon’s office. Shiro was busy trying to catch his breath while Allura scoped the area. He had so much adrenaline running through his veins right now. He had no idea how Allura seemingly controlled that man. Was she magic? That would also explain her white hair. She was a magical princess. “We’re almost there. We just gotta open that door.” Her words snapped him out of his thoughts and he refocused himself. He looked up at the large door. If he thought it was big before, it looked huge now. From his angle, it looked like it went on forever. “C'mon, Shiro! Let’s go!” Allura yelled at him once the coast was clear. He was immediately on his hands and knees before the entrance to give Allura the height she needed to open the door. “Hurry!” Shiro hissed when he noticed movement around them. He didn’t want to get caught when he was so close to his goal. “I’m trying!” she growled back. Allura was stretching out as much as she could, but her fingers couldn’t quite grasp the handle with enough pressure to pull it. She stood on the very tips of her toes and the action had Shiro clenching his teeth as it added unwanted pressure on his back. ~.~w~.~ From: Michael Ulaz To: ALL Subject: Holy Shit This is the cutest fucking thing I have ever seen. PS: Thace, I took your lunch. Fight me. ~.~w~.~ Shiro tried to hunch his back to give her more height to work with. He thought it helped when he heard the hiss of the door opening. Joy was replaced with worry when he felt Allura lose her balance at the loss of the one thing holding her up. She fell forward onto the ground with her hands breaking her fall. Before he could ask if she was alright, a huge man stood before them. Shiro looked up to see the scariest man he had ever seen. He was so big and intimidating and his face looked like it had a permanent frown etched into it. He looked on in fear as the man picked up Allura and brought her to his face. “No!” he yelled with reached out hands trying to get her back. The man looked down at Shiro with amber eyes. He raised his brow before turning attention back towards the captured princess he held at arm’s length. “Allura,” he said slowly. “Please don’t tell me this is Aiko Shirogane’s son, Takashi.” “That is exactly who he is and he likes being called, ‘Shiro’,” she replied without hesitation or fear. Zarkon rolled his eyes before readjusting Allura in his arms, dangling her from under his arm. Before he opened his mouth to speak, Shiro spoke up with a brave voice. “Let her go! Where’s my mama!?” he demanded before grabbing a hold of his leg and holding on tight. Extra tight. He had to make sure Zarkon felt his raw strength. Zarkon looked on with a blank face as he ignored his employees’ conjoined sounds of, “Aaaww,” and muffled laughter at their display. He heard the familiar sound of a camera clicking followed by a flash and rolled his eyes with annoyance. Zarkon lightly shook Shiro off his leg then stooped down to Shiro’s height when the boy finally let go. “She’s probably looking for you,” Zarkon answered before up-righting and placing Allura down beside Shiro. His face briefly took on a look of surprise at the way Shiro placed his body between them, staring him down. Was he that intimating? God, he hoped he was. Zarkon was unphased by Shiro’s silent threat and looked at Allura with a frown. “Allura, I thought I told you not to be a bad influence on him? I specifically said him. Out of all the kids, you choose the one I told you not to corrupt.” “I’m not a bad influence, Uncle Zarkie!” she defended folding her arms in a pout. Shiro’s eyes widened. This was her Uncle Zarkie? He didn’t think he would be so…scary. “I was showing him around the castle,” Allura explained. Oh, she was such a good liar. Everything left her mouth so easily with confidence. Shiro didn’t know if he should praise her for her skills, or be terrified of them. Zarkon sighed before he stood upright. “Let’s go back to the daycare, then.” “But I need to find my mama, first!” Shiro said desperately. They didn’t come all this way just to go back to the daycare. “She’s probably at the daycare right now looking for you.” Oh. Well, maybe they did come all this way just to go back to the daycare. Zarkon picked up his goddaughter and placed her on his hip and the other reached out towards Shiro who reluctantly grabbed his large hand. He made his way back towards the exit before turning back to face his employees. “Why did no one tell me Allura was here?” His eyes scanned the area wanting an answer. “I sent out an email.” Came the small reply from the back of the building. “Hmm.” He continued his journey back to the lobby. They passed the receptionist before they stood in front of the elevators. “Hello, Mia, who I am seeing for the first time today.” Allura was only a good liar when she felt like being a good liar, apparently. The elevator car came to them they all stepped in. “Shiro, can you press the 4th floor for me?” Zarkon requested. “I can do it!” Allura suggested before almost throwing herself out of Zarkon’s grip, reaching to press the button. She didn’t get far as Zarkon tightened his grip on her and he took a step back putting distance between Allura and her current obsession with ruining his life. He wanted to keep Allura as far as away from the buttons as possible. He didn’t want a repeat of what happened this morning. Shiro stepped forward to do as he was asked. He struggled a bit, but he could reach it. Before, they needed to use teamwork because Allura had to press the 11th floor which was towards the top of the panel. Now it the 4th floor was more in reach so the child could press it by himself. “Are you still mad at me?” Allura asked Zarkon. She was referring to the elevator incident that happened earlier that day. Zarkon turned his hard gaze to her but didn’t answer her. “Oh, C'mon! It could not have been that bad.” “It took five minutes to go up seven floors,” he informed her. “Is that a long time?” she asked half interested while toying with his tie. She looked down at Shiro who was staring at the door, anxiously tapping his index finger on his thigh. She started to wiggle her body, pushing against his chest singling that she wanted to be put down. He set her down carefully and watched as she stood beside Shiro cupping their hands together. “We’re gonna get your mama back!” When he didn’t answer back, she stepped in front of him, lowering her head to make him meet her eyes. “Are you okay, Shiro?” “What if she’s mad at me?” he confessed quietly. He didn’t want to disappoint his mama, but leaving to find her was something he had to do. He had to make sure she was safe and he knew that only he could protect her. Well, him and his dad. But his dad wasn’t here, so he felt the responsibility fell on him like it always did. For most of his life, he had always just been him and his mom and he always did her best to make her proud. But now? He knew she wasn’t happy with him. The thought of his mom scolding him broke his heart. The adventure was fun and thrilling, but now all he felt was guilt. Allura felt somewhat responsible for Shiro’s feelings. “Don’t worry, Shiro,” she reassured him before giving him a hug, which he timidly returned. Zarkon felt a small smile creep to his face at watching the exchange between the two children. The elevator came to a stop and the trio stepped out. Zarkon led them towards the daycare quickly hoping to calm things down just in case his new hire was tearing into Amy. Just as he predicted, Aiko was questioning Amy with such intensity. Amy was doing her best to explain the situation. “I’m sure he’s with Allura. I know this sounds weird, but trust me, they’ll show up eventually.” Aiko raised her voice, “Eventually?! What do you mean? My son is missing!” She slammed her hand on the check-in desk. Zarkon cleared his voice behind them to signal his entrance. “Hello again, Mrs. Shirogane. I have your son.” Aiko whipped her head back towards her boss, eyes seething before they were replaced with relief when she saw her son. “Takashi!” She dropped her purse right before her arms were filled with the warmth of her child. “Mama!” Shiro cried into his mother’s shoulder, burying his face into her neck. Allura looked at Mrs. Shirogane embrace her son and something dark briefly flashed in her eyes. She looked away, choosing to focus her attention on something, anything but them. Zarkon kept a watchful eye on her. Aiko straightened Shiro to look at her. “Don’t ever do that to me again! Do you understand me?” Shiro winced at her tone. “What were you thinking, Taka-chan?” The use of her nickname eased Shiro’s guilt. “I wanted to find you!” Shiro explained. “You were gone for like 19 hours! I got scared!” “Takashi, honey. I was only gone for an hour and twenty minutes…” she told him. “Mama, I can’t tell time!” he shouted. “I don’t know that!” “So you did lie!” Allura accused. She knew he couldn’t tell time! For the first time, Aiko saw Allura. She was hiding behind one of Zarkon’s legs now, peeking out between them. Shiro left his mother’s embrace to go to Allura. He grabbed her hand and brought her to stand before his mother. “Mama, this is Allura. She helped me find you,” he introduced his new friend. He hoped his mama liked her. Allura stepped forward. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you,” she spoke in Japanese before she gave Aiko a respectful bow. Aiko raised a brow in surprise at the polite introduction. She switched to English before continuing. “I’m sorry I took Shiro out of the daycare. Please don’t be mad at him anymore. It was my fault!” she told Aiko, defending her friend. Aiko looked at the two children who were looking back at her with puppy eyes. Shiro never did puppy eyes before, so he must have learned it from this child. She let out a breath. “I’m not mad at you, Takashi. You just scared me. I thought something bad had happened to you.” “I know, Mama. I’m sorry,” he apologized again. Aiko smiled before hugging him again. She then realized something. “Taka-chan, where is your cap?” After she calmed down, she noticed that she could fully see his birthmark. She read his body language and he didn’t seem ashamed of it anymore like he was this morning. Shiro’s gave her a big smile. The biggest smile she has seen from him since they moved from Japan. The sight warmed her heart and all of the anger she felt before completely melted away. “Allura said she liked my hair and told all the other kids that I looked cool!” he told her excitedly. “Mama, I have so many new friends now, but I like Allura the most!” Aiko looked up at the snow-haired child with a smile. “Thank you, Allura for taking care of my son.” Allura smiled back at her and gave a small bow. Aiko then turned her attention towards Zarkon who watched the scenario patiently. “Is Allura yours, Mr. Galra?” He let out a laugh. “Heavens no. She is my goddaughter. It is with my deepest apologies that she caused all of this.” He cleared his throat. “However, I must warn you: this probably will happen again, Mrs. Shirogane. Allura is known for leaving the daycare quite often. She usually ends up in my office or her father’s. We do have security all around and throughout the building and Allura knows better than to do things…too dangerous. She knows exactly what is strictly off limits and she will never leave the building. She knows this place like the back her hand, so she will never truly get them lost if that helps ease your worries.” Aiko blinked, taking in what her boss just told her. She didn’t exactly like the idea of her toddler roaming this giant building unsupervised with a girl they just met. Out of all kids, he had to make friends with a spy kid. A spy kid who was her new boss’s goddaughter, at that. Aiko grabbed her purse before she stood upright. “That’s fine, I suppose. It’s strange, but I know Allura could be the one to break him out of his shell.” She looked behind her at the children who retreated into the daycare to gather Shiro’s things. “Allura has a tendency to do that,” Zarkon spoke. “That girl can bring anybody out of their shell.” Zarkon was too proud to admit it, but he knew that his life changed the day he met his goddaughter. He smiled more than he ever did after she was born. He would do absolutely anything in his power to make her happy. Luckily for Allura, Zarkon was a very powerful man. “You mentioned that she often goes into her father’s office,” Aiko started. “Is her father an employee of yours?” Zarkon smiled. “No, her father is Alfor Altea - My business partner and the Co-CEO of Voltron Tech.” Aiko’s mouth hung open. Not only did her son befriend a jailbreaker, but he befriended the child who was directly related to two of the most powerful men in the western hemisphere. Zarkon laughed at her expression. “Don’t worry. It won’t be so bad,” he told her. “Coran plans the best playdates.” “Coran?” she asked. 'Please don’t let it be anybody important.’ she thought. “Coran Smyth, our advisor.” Fuck. Another powerful person Allura had a direct correlation to. “Don’t look so frighted. We’re actually decent people outside of work,” he told her. “Now, I must head back to work. It was a pleasure meeting you Mrs. Shirogane. I’m pleased to know that the Galra branch met your expectations.” Zarkon turned to leave before Allura ran up to him, holding her arms up demanding to be lifted. “Can I come with you?” she asked when she was lifted to his eye level. “We can get ice cream.” “If I remember correctly, you didn’t eat your vegetables last night and your father told you no more sweets for the rest of the week.” he paused taking in her fallen expression before smirking. “But I won’t tell him if you don’t, kiddo.” He was rewarded with a squeal of delight and a smothering hug from his sunshine. Allura turned in his arms to wave back to Shiro. “Bye, Shiro! I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” she asked him. Shiro looked up at his mom in question. “Yes, Shiro will be back tomorrow, Allura.” “Yay! I can’t wait to have adventures with you, Shiro! We’ll be friends forever!” Shiro couldn’t help but smile because he wanted nothing more to spend forever with Allura. “Bye Princess!” Shiro waved goodbye to Allura before looking up at his mom. “I like it here, Mama,” he told her as he grabbed her hand as they left to leave. “I know you do, Taka-chan. I like it here, too.” She squeezed his hand affectionately before they left the daycare.

In the elevator, Zarkon trusted Allura enough to let her press the elevator button this time. “So, kiddo, tell me: How did you get past Amy this time?” “Plan C.” “Oh, that’s a good one. That Reggie kid has a natural talent.” Zarkon’s tie kept Allura busy. Her natural tendency to touch things that didn’t belong to her was taking over. He pulled out his cell to text Alfor that he had his daughter and that they were going to be in his office for probably the rest of the day. A second later his phone chimed with Alfor’s specific text tone. “Who is that child on your leg?” Zarkon looked at the picture his best friend sent him. It was when he first foiled the toddler’s plans of breaking into his office. He had Allura in his arms, while Shiro gripped tightly at his leg, face in a frown full of determination trying to protect his friend. The picture was taken by one of his Minions and was probably circulating the office by now. Zarkon smirked before saving the picture and replying.

Allura’s new partner in crime and probably your future son-in-law.

EXCUSE ME?

Zarkon only laughed as stepped out of the elevator.

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