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shance month - day 22 - Afternoon Nap

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Lance pretends to be asleep when Shiro walks into the room

[Also on ao3]

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Lance wasn't asleep. He was just resting his eyes but sprawled out on a comfortable sofa that was long enough to accommodate his lanky frame, an arm thrown over his eyes to protect against the glare of the lights, and the rest of his limbs thrown any way he pleased, Lance felt he could easily doze off.

It felt like a lazy Saturday afternoon, although what day it was was hard to pinpoint, the point stood that there was nothing to do and no urgent matter that required his attention, so he was free to lounge.

He stretched out on the sofa and shifted to find a new, more comfortable position. He settled down again pretty quickly and sighed.

Yes, there was nothing to do. He was growing bored. Not bored enough to get up and find something to do. If only some form of entertainment would come along and just fall into his lap.

The door hissed open, and Shiro walked in. Even though he kept his eyes closed, Lance could tell by the footsteps and the sigh it was Shiro.

He heard Shiro move closer and kept perfectly still, fighting off the smirk that threatened to take over. Perfect. It was childish and silly, but it was something to alleviate his boredom. As soon as Shiro was close enough, he would jump up and startle him! What kind of face would Shiro make? He couldn't wait to see.

Lance felt a blanket bring draped over him and large, gentle hands tucking it securely around him. He froze.

“You really should sleep in your bed if you need a nap,” Shiro chided softly, but he didn't try to wake Lance. When he was sure the blanket was secure, he moved to dim the lights.

Well, there was no way Lance could surprise Shiro now. Not after that. Feeling his cheeks heat up Lance nuzzled into the blanket hoping it would hide his blush.

Shiro returned and very carefully sat down on the small space left on the sofa, right by Lance's head. The top of his head just brushed against Shiro's thigh, enough to tickle. He both wanted to snuggle closer and get up and run away. He did neither and instead kept perfectly still.

The sofa moved just a little as Shiro shifted, making himself comfortable, and then Lance heard the rustle of papers. After a moment of still silence, Lance risked a peek.

Shiro was pouring over some important looking documents with a deep crease between his brows. Whatever he was reading caused his frown to deepen, and he tutted as he turned to the next page. Lance quickly closed his eyes again.

- - -

When Lance woke a short while later Shiro was still there, and the lights were still low, but now his head was on Shiro's lap, and Shiro's hand was buried in his hair as if he had just been running his fingers through it.

Blearily Lance looked up at Shiro. He was asleep, head bowed, and his chin was resting against his chest. The crease between his brows had smoothed out, and his lips were relaxed and almost smiling. He looked peaceful.

Lance was warm and comfortable; it would be so easy to go back to sleep. Why get up now? And besides, Shiro looked like he needed the rest. Moving carefully so as not to dislodge Shiro's hand Lance pressed his face into the other man's stomach.

'Just five more minutes,' he told himself.

[scrafty-crafty]

Shance month day 7: (dragon) Children

So this piece itself isn’t really shance and I’m hesitant to tag it as such because of that, but it is from my shance HTTYD AU and I GUARANTEE Shiro is off to the side making heart eyes at Lance because this is what he sees when he sees Lance for the first time in like 5 years (I really need to get a proper time line together for this AU because I am awful at remembering time lapses and ages that I had in mind for this).

Anyways, I was gonna do at least a sketch of how Shiro looks when he sees Lance and the babies, but, like, I just finished this up because I got unexpectedly busy so. Yeah. Will be something I do eventually, though.

Also the babies were originally going to be those generic looking dragons, but I love Nadders so much so they are Deadly Nadder babies instead!!

[nevermoree-tr]

http://archiveofourown.org/works/13245570

So... I did this for the Sance Month ♥

It’s a soulmate au ♥ with heith as bg (?

chapters: 1/1

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Used

Relationships: Lance/Shiro (Voltron), mention of Heith.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates

Words: 640

Summary:

"in a world where you have your soulmates’ first words tattooed in your skin, he, obviously, has… well, that."

[lazy-afternoons]

SHANCEMONTH2K18 DAY 1 : INTRODUCTIONS I’m not sure I’m even doing this right orz

“walking home from school, Shiro sees a young lance sitting alone on a swing ,wearing very light clothing despite the weather and goes over to great him, eventually offering him his scarf to stay warm and wishing him a safe way home.” I’m going to make this into a short AU as the days go but I’m a very bad story teller 😂 better shot of this photo in my http://www.instagram.com/_alohom0ra_

[cata-strophes]

it is day 16 of shance month!! today’s prompt is mermaid au, so i decided to actually add more drawings to the shark prince shiro au! (im so sorry, i promised i’d work on it but completely dropped it immediately after (i just have so many aus….))

[lilcinnamonrollmama]

My first Shance Speedpaint!~

so here is merman!Lance with shiro for Shance Month 2018 Day 16: Mermaid!Au I'll let your minds wander if Shiro is wearing swimwear or not~ Had fun doing this! Also a few headcanons~ -Lance cannot speak only sings in notes -In order for Lance to speak he has to kiss the person to obtain human speech, though only lasts for a few hours. -Shiro is a pottery maker -Shiro lost his arm and lover three years ago in a car crash -Lance saves Shiro -Lance 'cons' Shiro in staying at Shiro's house Shiro and Lance (c) Voltron LD/Netflix Merman!Lance design (c) @lilcinnamonrollmama

[poisonedfortunecookie]

shance month - day 21 - Homecoming 

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This was supposed to be a nice ‘get Shiro back’ homecoming and then I had to go make Lance and Kuro suffer. So langst and some one sided luro abound 

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No one had believed him when Lance first raised his doubts about 'Shiro'. Lance didn't want to believe it either, and even the man himself was certain he was 'Shiro', it had taken several, almost failed missions, and a lot of pushing to open everyone's eyes, including 'Shiro's'.

He wasn't their enemy. Upon discovering the truth he'd been as shocked and upset as the rest of the team, and after working with him for some time, the team trusted him. They called him Kuro to avoid confusion because he was like a shadow of Shiro, his exact replica in almost every aspect.

But he wasn't Shiro, and they needed the real Shiro back. Although Kuro could fly the black lion, there was no telling what the Galra had done to him, when he might turn against them. Kuro had no idea what the Galra had planned letting him go to them, but he knew it could only mean trouble.

Kuro couldn't stay, at least not as the Black paladin, so he helped them track down Shiro. With his help they had the advantage, deep inside he held memories that flowed free after he discovered the truth of his birth. He held valuable information about the Galra, and Shiro's possible whereabouts, and although they knew it might be a trap, it was worth the risk.

It took raiding several Galra ship before they found the right one before they found Shiro.

Lance was paired with Kuro as they made their way through the ship, although the team trusted him to a degree no one else felt comfortable being alone with the false Shiro.

“Stop,” Kuro hissed. He grabbed Lance's arm and pulled him back into the shadows just as a patrol marched passed. They held their breath, but their presence went unnoticed.

“Thanks,” Lance smiled when they were gone. Kuro hadn't let go of his arm yet, his hand lingering on Lance until the Blue paladin moved away and continued down the corridor.

They found Shiro in a cell, chained up and barely conscious. Kuro used his Galra prosthetic to open the door, laughing dryly when it worked.

“You'd think they fix that by now.”

Lance ignored diving into the cell desperately without even taking a moment to check his surroundings.

“Shiro! Shiro, can you hear me?” Lance went straight to Shiro, his hands frantically trying to release the chains that bound him. They shook too much to do anything.

“La-ance...” Shiro groaned as he struggled to lift his head. Lance smiled and almost cried in relief.

“Yeah it's me, we're going to get you out of here.”

Shiro looked over Lance's shoulder to the figure behind him. His eyes narrowed in confusion, he blinked a few times trying to clear his vision, but it still looked the same. The man behind Lance looked exactly like him.

“Is that...me?”

“I'll explain later. First, we have to get you out.”

Kuro moved closer, slicing at the chains with his glowing prosthetic. It sure did come in handy. Lance caught Shiro, pulling the other man's arm over his shoulder to support him. Shiro slumped but had enough strength to stay on his feet with Lance's help. Enough strength to walk. Good.

Kuro step aside letting them leave the cell first. When they were safely back out in the corridor, he closed the door behind them, locking himself in the cell.

“Kuro? Kuro what happen?” Lance hissed turning back to the door.

“I'm going to stay here. I can buy you some time like this, it may take them days to notice the switch, and if I stay here, then I'm no threat to the team. You'll all be safe." He explained calmly.

“What? No Kuro you have to come with us, you're a part of the team,” Lance hissed. He looked like he wanted to kick the door down himself but he could do nothing with Shiro weighing him down. Kuro lifted a glowing fist and destroyed the control panel inside the cell. The door made a clattering, groaning noise, and a final click. Even the prosthetic wouldn't be able to open the door now.

“Go. You need him more than you need me.”

“Kuro...that's not...you can't stay here, who knows what they'll do to you,” Lance protested.

“I am the first, and to my knowledge, only successful copy. They are unlikely to kill me even when they discover the swap. I'll be fine.”

Lance sucked in a breath, choking on a sob.

“How can you be so calm? You can't-”

“Go,” Kuro commanded before he could finish, before he could waste any more time. There would be another patrol soon.

“You have to get him out of here. He needs a healing pod.” Kuro knew it was a low blow, but I was the only way he was going to make Lance leave.

Lance looked over at Shiro, his eyes softening. He looked like he was going to cry again. Closing his eyes tight he forced the tears back, and when he opened them again, they flashed with determination.

“We'll come back for you.” He promised.

He left with Shiro.

-  -  -  -

The pod hissed open, and Shiro stepped out. He felt weak and would have fallen if not for Lance's waiting arms.

“Hey Shiro, welcome home,” he laughed. His eyes were watering, Shiro only saw them for a moment before Lance was hugging him tight, his head tucked into the crook of Shiro's neck. Shiro returned the embrace, holding on to Lance he tried not to put his whole weight on the other and held him close.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” Lance muttered, he sniffed, his voice shook, and then Shiro felt the tears hit his shoulder. He squeezed tighter pulling Lance against him.

“It's ok,” he soothed running his fingers through Lance's hair.

The memories of his rescue were hazy. He remembered Lance coming into his cell, and he remembered the man who looked just like him. He remembered muffled conversation that he hadn't quite been able to make out but he'd heard the pain in Lance's voice. Shiro was able to put the pieces together.

Lance felt guilty for sacrificing someone to save another, even though it hadn't been his fault, even though Shiro was certain that the man had no hesitation in taking his place.

If, when placing his memories into the clone, the Galra had even left a fraction of what Lance meant to him, Shiro knew Kuro had no regrets and would do the same thing again in a heartbeat.

[poisonedfortunecookie]

shance month - day 27 - socks 

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I’d like to thank @skylocked for giving me some suggestions for what to write for this prompt (and you can thank my own lack of self control for using all of them) 

Domestic fluff and a love story told in socks 

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It was late, and the train was quiet; peaceful compared to the usual hectic commuter trains. Shiro had to stay late at the office, which was not unusual, but this was the first time he's a caught the last train home.

He sat in the four-seater space, he needed the extra leg room, and a young man sat a seat up opposite, headphones on, his foot bouncing to the music. He’d been sitting there before Shiro and didn't seem to mind sharing the space on the mostly empty train, he smiled and given a small nod when Shiro asked if he could sit. Thankfully he hadn't taken his headphones off and tried to start a conversation after that.

Shiro settled his briefcase on his lap and took out some papers, his job for the day wasn't quite over. He pinched the bridge of his nose and squinted at the words, his tired eyes making everything fuzzy.

From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the man's foot bouncing to the beat of his music. It was distracting.

Shiro lowered his papers and considered if he could reasonably get away with asking the man to stop. He wasn't noisy or disruptive, and he had been sitting there first… but his bouncing foot was so annoying.

Shiro watched it, growing steadily more hypnotised by the repetitive movement. The man's pant leg rode up, and Shiro could see his sock. It was a shark, its mouth opened around the leg of the sock, so it looked like it was eating the man's foot. As the man continued to bounce his leg, it looked like the shark was swimming through the air.  

Shiro laughed. The man stopped bouncing his foot and looked at him. Shiro quickly returned to his papers, but it was too late. He’d been caught staring.

“You're not some weird foot fetish guy are you?” the man spoke cautiously, his foot resting on the floor with the other one ready to get up and leave if he had to.

“No! Your bouncing foot was distracting, and your sock looked funny!” Shiro said briskly.

“Oh good. I was worried you were going to try and cut my feet off next time we went through a tunnel or something,” the man laughed all signs of suspicion gone. He stood up and flopped down on the seat next to Shiro.

“I'm Lance. What's your name?” Lance asked. He smiled, and Shiro's heart fluttered. Lance was gorgeous, tall with long elegant limbs and golden bronze skin. His eyes were bright and mischievous. Shiro smiled and introduced himself.

“So you like cats?” Lance asked teasingly. Shiro blushed and shuffled his feet his feet to the side.

“Hey you were looking at my feet, it's only fair I saw yours. I like cats," Lance reassured him.

Shiro felt a little better about his decision to wear the cute white cat socks today. There was a cat face stitched into the leg of the sock and little triangles of white on the cuff for the cat's ears.

After only a few minutes of conversation, they'd exchanged numbers, and the journey was coming to an end.

They reached Lance's stop, and he got up to leave. “Call me,” he winked.

- - -

The first time they slept together in the same bed together, without the wild passion of sex, just the comforting presence of another person to fall asleep with, Shiro wore socks.

“Shiro, you forgot to take your socks off,” Lance complained. Tiredly he tried to shove his boyfriend away.  

“No, I didn't, my feet get cold,” Shiro grumbled back. His arms coiled around Lance and pulled him close. He tried to loop his legs with the other man, but Lance moved his legs away.

“You wear socks to bed?” he asked incredulously.

“How else would I keep my feet warm?”

Lance looked pained. “But… it's weird" he whined wriggling in Shiro's arms.

“Why is it weird?” Shiro chuckled. He found Lance's disgust far too entertaining. His socked feet chased Lance's legs under the covers.

“No, stop! It feels weird" Lance shrieked kicking Shiro's feet away.

“I can't sleep if my feet are cold.”

“You haven't worn socks any of the times I stayed over before, " Lance accused glaring at Shiro.

“Well all those other times I was exhausted after fucking you into the mat-” the rest of Shiro's words were muffled by Lance's hand.

“Pervert," he grumbled. Shiro wiggled his eyebrows at him.

Lance lowered his hand from Shiro's mouth and snuggled up to him.

“You know you're lucky I love you or else I would seriously have to reconsider this relationship.”

Shiro froze. So did Lance.

“Oh shit. No, I didn't mean to say that yet. Forget I said anything!” Lance rolled out of Shiro's arms and turned his back to the other man.

It took a few moments for Shiro to recover and for the words to sink in. He wrapped his arms around Lance's waist and spooned him.

Lance was tense. Afraid his impromptu confession had ruined everything. Shiro kissed the back of his neck and held him tight.

“I love you too.”

The next time Lance stayed over, he gave Shiro a soft, comfortable pair of slipper socks to wear to bed. Lance stayed over more after that.

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“Lance can you please explain why I found these odd socks behind the sofa?” Shiro asked with a tired sigh. Work was hectic, and Shiro was constantly exhausted, he didn't need his boyfriend/almost fiancé (if he ever caught five minutes to himself to actually ask Lance to marry him)  leaving odd socks all around the house. It was frustrating never being able to find a matching pair.

“I don't know I didn't leave them there."

“You're the only other one who lives here.” Shiro dropped the handful of socks on the coffee table like a damning piece of evidence.

Lance stared at them unimpressed.

“Those aren't all mine.”

“But some of them are, and you're always stealing my socks,” Shiro retorted testily. He didn't mind Lance wearing his socks, but his exhaustion and the fact they hadn't had any quality time together for weeks was getting the better of him.

“You wear my socks too! How do I know you aren't the one just dumping your socks where ever you feel like it? You spend so long at work lately and always come back so late you probably don't even remember where you left all your socks!” Lance challenged his hands clenched into fists. He wasn't the only one feeling the strain of Shiro's job.

“I'm not that out of it,” Shiro defended though he no longer sounded so confident. It was a possibility, but after coming so far in the fight, he was too proud to back down.

“Shiro, last week you came back so late you took a shower in your clothes and then fell asleep in the bath. If I weren't such a light sleeper, you would have flooded the place.” Lance said flatly.

“I know that but-” Any argument Shiro had died on his lips as he caught sight of their cat, Blue, jumping off the coffee table with one of the socks in her mouth. His eyes followed her as she ran behind the sofa. When she reappeared again a moment later, there was no sign of the sock.

“Blue! It was you?!” Lance admonished. He scooped the cat up in his arms, nuzzled the top of her head and kissed her.

“You know kissing and cuddling her isn't really telling her off,” Shiro sighed, but he was no longer angry.

“I can't believe we almost had our first major fight over socks,” Shiro muttered stoking the cats head.

“Blue, you almost made your fathers have a big fight. You should be ashamed of yourself!” Lance coddled her and kissed her again. Blue meowed and nuzzled his cheek.

“I'm going to quit my job,” Shiro announced smiling as he saw Lance fuss over the cat. He didn't want to lose this; the job was not worth it. Lance stopped fussing Blue and looked up at Shiro wide eyes.

“You're going to quit?” Lance breathed.

“Yes. I need a job that doesn't require I work twenty-seven hours a day. Besides I've saved up enough, and I'll find a new job pretty quickly.” Shiro said confidently.

“Saved up for what?”

“You'll see,” Shiro kissed Lance's forehead.

- - -

“And so the Cat kept looking at the Shark, and the Shark noticed!” Lance said emphatically waving the shark sock puppet on his right hand around. He turned his hand to the left and right making the shark look around.

The cat sock, on his left hand, looked away, pretending it hadn't been staring.

Mirana giggled and pulled the blanket up to her chin.

“Now the Shark was a little creeped out that the Cat kept looking at its tail fin but the Shark was brave, and he thought the Cat was kinda cute.” He waved the shark through the air closer to the cat.

“'Are you planning to gobble up my tail?' The Shark asked boldly,“ he waved the shark again his fingers moving as he gave the shark words.

“The cat was startled ‘No I am not!’ he said smartly. ‘I just think your fin is very pretty’,” Lance waved the cat around now making it nod it's head as it spoke.

Mirana giggled again. “But Papi cats eat fish and sharks are fish,” she said sagely.

Lance gasped. “Not this cat!” he said bopping her nose with the cat. The girl laughed and rolled over in bed hiding her face in her pillow.

“Now where was I? Oh yes so the Shark sat by the Cat," he moved the shark again and held it next to the cat, “and the two talked all through the journey home," he moved their mouths animately imitating lively conversation.

“Papi?”

“Yes, dear?”

“How did the shark ride the train?”

“Well this shark is a special shark, he can swim through the air as well as water," Lance explained waving the shark through the air imitating swimming.

“Sharks can't swim through air.”

“Oh really? Then what is this one doing?” He moved the shark puppet through the air towards her and tickled her with it. Mirana shrieked in delight and tried to swat her father's hands away.

“Ok ok I'm sorry Mr shark,” she screamed.

From the doorway, they both heard a deep laugh.

“Papa!” Mirana stood on her bed and jumped up and down. Blue, their old cat who had been curled up on the end of the child's bed until then meowed indignantly, hoped off the bed and ambled slowly out the room. Shiro moved over to the bed and caught Mirana mid-jump, he swept her up into his arms and smothered her with kisses. She laughed loudly and tried to wriggled away.

“Now why aren't you in bed young lady?” He asked after he felt he'd given his daughter enough kisses.

“Papi was telling me a bedtime story,” Mirana said brightly.

“Oh really? Was it a good story?” he looked down at lance and smiled. Lance waved the sock puppets at him.

“It was fun but not really believable," she said critically. Lance gave an exaggerated gasp.

“I wanted to hear the story of how you met, but Papi told me a story about a cat and a shark instead.”

Shiro laughed and put her down and tucked her up in bed.

“Well maybe next time I'll tell you the story, but for now you need to sleep," he kissed her forehead and stepped away.

“Goodnight angel" Lance kissed her forehead too.

“Good night papa, goodnight Papi," she called after them, yawning. She closed her eyes and snuggled up in her blankets.

They left her room turning the lights off but leaving the space nightlight on; it shone a gentle pattern of stars around the room.

“So a shark and a cat huh?” Shiro asked when they were in their room. He held Lance's wrist looking at the handmade sock puppets.

“What else?” Lance asked with a grinned. He wiggled his fingers making the sock puppets mouths move.

“I did want to use the socks we were wearing when we first met, but they didn't really work.”

“I think you did a good job.” Shiro smiled. The shark was a deep navy blue with blue eyes. The cat was black, with a white tuft of fur on his head and a white line across its nose.

“It's your turn to tell the story next time. Maybe you can tell the story of the Cat and the Shark's wedding,” Lance said as he pulled the puppets off his hand and carefully handed them to Shiro.

“I think Mirana will like that,” Shiro chuckled. Their daughter would probably get tired of the silly sock puppet stories as she got older, but socks had paid an oddly important part in their lives, in bringing them together and keeping them together, it only felt right to tell her the story of their love through socks.

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Shance month day 2: Black and Blue

Just like the rest of my shance month drabbles, this is from my Shance HTTYD AU and this is when Lance first introduces Shiro to Blue.

“Just come a little closer,” Lance said, waving Shiro over, “I promise she won’t bite.”

Shiro slowly moved closer before Lance rolled his eyes and grabbed his boyfriend’s hand and pulling him forward. Shiro stumbled a bit, but quickly regained his footing and found himself face to face with a Night Fury... Lance’s Night Fury. He tentatively brought his hand up before the Night Fury let out a low rumble and bared her teeth. Her very sharp teeth.

“Blue!” Lance scolded the black dragon, who then ducked her head and at least attempted to look sorry. Lance’s face softened and he brought his hands up to rest under Blue’s head, slowly brushing his right hand along her neck. She leaned into the touch and closed her eyes.

Shiro shifted on his feet and was about to say something, but Lance spoke first.

“I was hurting for a long time, you know. After I left Arus,” Lance whispered, a solemn look overcoming his features, “I begged her to take me away and she did,” a small smile made it’s way onto Lances face as he moved his hand from Blue’s neck to behind her ear and started to scratch the spot, “She brought me here and I instantly fell in love with the place. All the dragons, they’re all so happy and care free, safe and sound with their families. They helped me heal and move on, all of them did.”

Still looking at Blue, Lance continued, his eyebrows drawing together, “It hurt when I left. Everyone was so angry at me for even suggesting that dragons were capable of the kindness I knew they were. When Blue saved my life, I knew that no creature that would save another from certain death could be as cruel as everyone believed them to be,” Lance’s expression was one of distress now, “But no one wanted to believe me. Not Hunk, not Pidge, Matt, Keith... not even you, Shiro,” Lance said as he turned to look Shiro straight in the eyes.

Shiro’s heart hurt at the expression Lance wore. Just as Shiro was about to speak, he was again cut off.

“I know you were grieving. You and Keith both, but I still hoped you would at least stand by me,” Lance was looking back at Blue now, turned away from Shiro, “I needed you, Shiro, but you just let everyone bad mouth me. You shut me out. I... I still don’t know if I can forgive you for that,” Lance let his eyes fall shut, letting his forehead rest against Blue’s, “But I have moved on,” Lance turned back to Shiro, “And I’m ready to try this again because I really missed you, Shiro.”

Shiro isn’t sure what kind of expression is on his face, but he is sure it looks like the pain-stricken one Lance wears. He takes one, two, three big steps towards Lance and wraps his arms around him and then they are both crying. Shiro crying for all the pain he has caused someone so close to his heart, crying because of how much he loves Lance, crying because he still can’t believe that Lance is alive and that thought makes his arms tighten around Lance and he never wants to let go.

After they are done crying, they both smile at one another and then they are laughing at nothing except how happy they are to see one another again and to have each other back.

“So,” Shiro finally speaks, “Why did you name a black Night Fury ‘Blue’?”

Lance turns to look back at Blue, who still sits off to the side.

“Well, girl, how do you feel about a demonstration?” Lance asks with a smirk. Blue jumps to her feet, her whole body wiggling with energy as she turns away from them, opens her mouth and then starts glowing. Right from her core, down her spine and at the crown of her head and then a brilliant bolt of energy is shot into the sky.

“Wow,” Shiro whispers in awe, looking at the spot in the sky where the bright blue lightning was shot.

“Yeah,” Lance smiles and wraps his arms around Shiro’s middle, leaning into the man he has missed so much.

[poisonedfortunecookie]

shance month - day 26 - Sharpshooter 

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Posting this early since I wont have time to post later on today. I hope you al enjoy this installment 

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“Shiro, you're supposed to be the mature big brother here. Can we please go?” Keith chided, trying, to no avail, to drag Shiro away from the shooting game. Even when he grabbed the other's arm and pulled putting all of his weight into it, Shiro didn't budge. Keith huffed and smacked his brother's shoulder.  

“But...it's so cute,” Shiro whined staring up at the large plush toy that hung at the very front of the stall longingly. It was a lion, sat on its stomach, it's fur and fluffy mane a deep, shiny black.

“You do know it's probably a defect or something. It's just there to attract people,” Keith tried to reason. Who'd ever seen a black lion cuddly toy anyway? It was probably meant to be a panther, and someone had accidentally stuck a mane on it or something.

Shiro was not deterred, but his pout deepened. He was big, broad and muscular and looked like he could crush a car with his bare hands, and yet he now wore the expression of a kicked puppy.

“Look we tried, but we spent all our money,” Keith hit him with harsh reality. It was the kindest thing to do. Shiro flinched and hung his head, his shoulders hunched so low he looked half his normal size.

They'd both tried, more than once, but even Keith throwing the gun at the target hadn't netted them more than a pathetic consolation prize.

“One game please!” A man suddenly appeared beside them and slapped his money down on the counter. He was tall, tanned and gorgeous, with a playful smile that drew Shiro's attention. Keith rolled his eyes at the man's confidence and was not impressed.

Sensing eyes upon him the man turned to face them, shooting a brighter smile and a wink that said 'watch me'. Keith scoffed and turned away, but Shiro was captivated.

The stall holder took the man's money and handed him a gun with as much indifference as he'd treated Shiro and Keith. He seemed bored, positive that no one would be able to win the big prize.

The newcomer took the gun and settled the butt against his shoulder. He took careful aim each movement practised and precise. Shiro thought he almost looked like a professional, Keith thought he was showing off. The man held still for a moment so poised and deeply focused it was hard to tell if he was still breathing.

Then he pulled the trigger. The first shot hit it's target dead on, as did the second and every one after that. He hit everything he needed to get the grand prize.

Straightening up the man turned to them, resting the gun on his shoulder with a smug smirk.

“And that's how it's done!”

“Nice work sharpshooter,” Shiro grinned. He applauded the man.

The man flushed a little, a rosy glow to his cheeks he lowered his gaze bashfully. He turned back to the stall handing the gun back to swap it for the big black lion plush toy.

“Here,” he turned back to Shiro, holding the lion out to him. Shiro blinked, and even Keith turned back to them, curious and surprised at the stranger's generosity.

“The name's Lance, by the way, but sharpshooter has a nice ring to it.” He smirked.

Shiro's heart skipped a beat as he took the lion. He hugged it tight and buried his face into the fluffy mane. It was just as soft and cuddly as he'd thought.

“I'm Shiro, this is Keith,” Shiro said lifting his head from the lion's mane once he felt he'd recovered enough to meet Lance's eye again. Keith gave a sharp nod of acknowledgement but said nothing.

“I have to repay you somehow for this...” Shiro said, though as Keith reminded him earlier, they had no money and giving Lance the consolations prizes they'd won hardly seemed like a fair trade.

“How about we exchange numbers, and you promise to call me back?” Lance grinned.

Shiro was more than happy to agree to that, though he still felt he was getting the better half of the deal.

[poisonedfortunecookie]

shance month - day 23 - Carnations 

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I’m so glad shance month is in January because I could write this silly self indulgent flower shop au for my birthday and not fell at all guilty. This one is also longer than most of the others, you can find it in the ao3 collection if you’d rather read there. 

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The first time Shiro went into Altea flower shop, he was so enamoured by the man serving him he'd walked out with a bouquet of a dozen roses and no recollection of buying them.

Luckily his mother loved roses and was overjoyed to receive them for her birthday.

The next time Shiro visited the flower shop he had no business being there. He did not need to buy any flowers, but he wanted to meet that man again, the one who was more beautiful than any of the flowers that bloomed in the shop.

Shiro had only one goal entering the shop; to learn the man's name.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted when Shiro walked into the shop, then his eyes lit up in recognition. “Oh! It's you, Shiro, right? Did your mother like the roses?”

Shiro’s heart flip-flopped in his chest and his stomach tied in knots. The man remembered him.

“What can I help you with today?” He asked with a brilliant smile. He rested his arms on the counter and leaned forward. The elegant curve of his back and arch of his neck as he looked up at Shiro like the delicate curve of a flower leaning towards the sun.

“I, uh,” Shiro was speechless. He needed an excuse.

“I need some flowers.”

The man laughed, his midnight blue eyes sparkling with mirth. “Well, you've come to the right place.”

Right, of course. Shiro blushed but kept his cool. He took a deep breath to steady himself and glances at the name badge pinned to the man's apron. Lance. Now he knew his name.

Shiro smiled.

“It's for a friend's birthday,” he clarified surprising himself with the ease with which he lied.

“Another birthday? Must be a busy month for you.”

“And an expensive one," Shiro chuckled. Lance laughed, his voice was like music.

“Do you know what flowers they like?” Lance asked.

Shiro paused for a moment, pretending to consider what this 'friend' might like. Of course, there was no friend and Shiro would be keeping the flowers for himself, so he may as well take the opportunity to learn a little something more about Lance.  

He shook his head and smiled sheepishly. “No, not really. What's your favourite flowers,” he asked smoothly as if he were only looking for suggestions.

“Hmm,” Lance pondered the question. He glanced around at the display of flowers studying each in turn.

“Carnations,” he said his eyes finally landing on a brilliant display that took up almost the whole wall.

“They are very pretty,” Shiro nodded approvingly.

“And it just so happens to be the flower for January,” Lance exclaimed, a fact he knew not because he worked in a flower shop but because his best buddy’s birthday was in January.

Hunk was currently doing something weird with food and flowers that Lance didn't understand, but he seemed to be having fun, so Lance had to place a big order of carnations to create a bouquet worth of Hunk. Unfortunately, he'd overestimated just how many of the flowers he needed. Now the shop had too many, and it was his job to sell them all...or else.

Shiro and his naivety had come along at just the right time. He felt a small amount of guilt for tricking the man, but it wasn't as if he was forcing him to buy something he didn't want.  He was simply making a suggestion, and Shiro wasn't looking for anything in particular, this way they would both benefit. No harm no foul.

Lance walked over to the display with a skip in his step and picked out one of the purple flowers delicately pinching the stem between long, slender fingers. He presented it to Shiro.

Shiro took the flower allowing himself the thrill of letting his fingers to ‘accidentally’ brush against Lance's.

“My friends favourite colour is purple, these are perfect. I'll take some,” Shiro accepted quickly, his fingertips tingling from there they'd touched Lance.

“Wonderful, I'll pick out the best ones just for you,” Lance said with a wink, and in that moment Shiro fell in love.

“Thank you.”

Lance wrapped the bouquet in bright paper and added a few extra decorative ribbons because he wasn't a complete jerk thank you very much.

“There, how's that?” Lance presented the bouquet to Shiro for his approval. Shiro was too captivated by Lance's eyes to pay much attention to the flowers, he accepted and paid for them without complaint.

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Shiro returned a few days later.

“Hello again. Don't tell me, another birthday?” Lance asked with a playful, cheeky smile that made Shiro's heart soar.

“No, not this time,” Shiro returned smoothly with a playful grin of his own. He'd had time to prepare during the past couple of days, and this time he had a plan, though he could quite prepare him for Lance's smile.

“My friends just announced their engagement.” It was another lie, but something believable. Lance would not suspect him.

Lance’s eyes brightened, and his smile softened with delight.

“That's wonderful. Congratulations to them.” He said it so sincerely that Shiro immediately felt guilty for lying to him, but there was no turning back.

“I don't suppose what you want this time?”

Shiro shrugged sheepishly. “Not really. I was hoping you could help me.”

“Well, there's always carnations. Both white and red ones represent love,” Lance laughed. He meant it as a joke, a reference to Shiro's previous purchase, although there was the small hope that he could get rid of a few more of the flowers.

“The carnations went down well as a birthday gift. I think they'd be lovely for an engagement present," Shiro said enthusiastically.

“We do have other flowers if you'd like to browse," Lance offered. He’d already forced one bouquet on Shiro; he didn't want to add another.

But Shiro had made up his mind. He shook his head. After all, he wasn't buying them for anyone else, they would decorate his apartment along with the purple ones he bought a few days ago, and they were Lance's favourite flower, so he wanted to buy them.

“Ok then.” Lance picked out the best of the white and red blooms adding a few sprigs of green bell and baby's breath (that he didn't charge for) to bulk up the bouquet and make it look more impressive.

He finished it off with lots of ribbons and a gold tag that said 'congratulations'.

“it's perfect,” Shiro said. He left the shop with a smile.

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Over the next few days, that turned into a week and then two, Shiro visited the shop frequently. He had a different reason each time, and no matter which flowers Lance offered he always ended up buying carnations.

It was a relief in some ways for Lance. Shiro had bought a large chunk of the stock and Lance no longer had to worry about his job. But he couldn't help the stab of guilt he felt each time, the first time he'd practically tricked Shiro into buying them, and now they were all the man seemed to buy.

The flowers were reaching the end of their life now and no longer looked their best, though they would stay relatively fresh for another week.

He wondered if Shiro would keep coming in when they were all gone. Of course, when they ran out Lance would just order more, and there would always be some carnations in the shop, but there was something about this batch of flowers that tied him to Shiro, and Lance worried that he might just disappear along with the last of them. It was unusual to have such a frequent customer, and Lance doubted he would continue to buy flowers for every special occasion.  

Lance had grown used to him. Shiro's visits were always nice, he was easy to talk to, easy on the eye and probably taken.

Lance sighed. Well, he hadn't bought flowers for a partner yet, but there was no way a man like that was single.

The bell above the door rang announcing the arrival of another customer. Lance straightened up and smiled to greet them, his grin growing brighter when he saw who it was.

“Good morning Shiro. What’ll it be today?”

The first thing Lance noticed was that Shiro looked nervous. His head was bowed, and he shuffled his feet and fidgeted, but his smile was as warm as ever.

“I need something...for someone special.”

Lance’s heart sank, but he put on his best professional smile to help Shiro.

“Someone special, eh?” He teased wiggling his eyebrows which made Shiro laugh.

“What's the occasion?” Lance asked, a touch more seriously.

“Well, actually, I plan to ask him out today,” Shiro admitted, jittering with nerves.

“Really? What a lucky guy. I'm sure it'll go well,” Lance said encouragingly his heart sinking even further. So close, yet so far.

Shiro relaxed somewhat. The fact Lance didn't respond with open disgust when he admitted he was asking a man on a date was a good sign that, at the very least, Lance would let him down gently. He felt a little braver.

“I hope that he at least gives me the chance to take him to dinner,” Shiro sighed a lovesick sigh. Lance wanted to scream, it was so unfair! How could anyone say no?

“You're a great guy Shiro. I don't see why anyone would refuse.”

“Well he might have someone already. I've only known him for a short time, so I don't know if he's single...”

“Well if he is taken and turns you down I'm free at six. We can grab  a drink and drown your sorrows.”

It was a terrible idea to flirt with someone who was about to ask another person out, and an even worse idea to offer himself as a rebound, but Lance couldn't help himself. In the unlikely event that Shiro did get rejected at last Lance was giving himself a shot with the other man, even though, under such circumstances, it was more than likely to end badly.

A new light of determination flared in Shiro's eyes.  “Is that a promise?” He teased feeling his confidence grow.

“Promise. I'll keep my schedule free for you, but in the meantime, I'm going to make you the most extravagant beautiful bouquet you have ever seen. These no way he'll say no,” Lance said as he rolled up his sleeves. While he wanted a chance with Shiro, he wasn't going to ruing the other man's chances with someone he clearly felt strongly for.  

“So do you want? Roses?”

“Actually, his favourite flower is carnations...” Shiro said carefully gauging Lance's reaction. If he figured it out from that than all of Shiro's plans would be ruined, but Lance just laughed.

“Seriously? Carnations? It must be fate.”

Shiro hoped so.

The carnations display was a lot smaller now, and Shiro noticed a few new additions.

“Where did these blue ones come from?” He asked.

“Those are dyed. They're a bunch of leftover white flowers that will only last about another week, so I'm trying to give them a new lease of life. Hopefully, they'll sell before I have to throw them out.” Lance said wistfully. He seemed sad at the idea the flowers might get thrown out before they were sold.

“But we have some fresher red carnation here, they look a lot nicer.” Lance tried to draw Shiro's attention to the red flowers, but Shiro had made up his mind. He picked up one of the blue flowers and rolled the stem carefully between his fingers, spinning the flower slowly so he could study the brilliant dye effect from every angle.

“These blue ones are beautiful,” he held the flower up comparing it to Lance's eyes. It was perfect.

Lance's breath caught in his throat. He could almost believe Shiro was calling him beautiful, but that was just wishful thinking. “They're unique. Blue carnations don't happen naturally.”

“I'll take all of them,” Shiro said firmly.

“Are you sure? Don't you want something a little more romantic?”

“Would you be happy to receive these flowers?” Shiro asked surprising Lance.

“I would,” he answered honestly.

“Then they're perfect.”

So Lance gathered all of the blue carnations and wrapped them up in blue and white paper, securing the bouquet with silver and blue ribbon.  

“Good luck.” He said as he passed the flowers to Shiro.

“Thank you,” Shiro left with the flowers cradled carefully in his arms as if they were the most precious gift of all. He paused once he was outside the shop, hovering in the doorway for a moment before he turned to the left and disappeared into the crowd.

Lance wondered when he might see Shiro again if things went well. He would probably come back to buy flowers for the guy, for Valentine's day and birthdays until they eventually got engaged and then married. Lance groaned and hit his head on the counter.

There was no sense in worrying about that now. Grumbling angrily to himself Lance straightened up and ran his fingers through his hair to smooth it down. He had a job to do!

The shop was quiet. There was no customers, and nothing that required his immediate attention. With a huff, he contented himself with staring out the window watching the people pass by.

Around five minutes later he saw Shiro walk passed the window, coming from the opposite direction he'd left as if he'd just taken a quick walk around the block.

Lance frowned when Shiro turned to the door and stepped back into the shop. Had he been rejected already?

No way.

“Shiro?"

He held the bouquet, hiding behind it, but lowered it at the sound of Lance's voice and smiled over the flowers nervously. He didn't look upset.  

“Hi Lance, do you have a moment?”

Lance glanced around the empty shop and nodded.

“Would you like to go out for dinner with me tonight?” Shiro asked holding the flowers out to Lance.

Lance blinked dumbly at him. “What?”

“Well you see when I first saw you I was so….and then I kept coming back and.. you're so beautiful, and funny, and kind, and I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable so if I sound too much like a creepy stalker then just tell me to leave and I'll never bother you again, but it would make me the happiest and luckiest man alive if you would give me a chance, so please?” Shiro said in a breathless rush. He stretched out his arms further pushing the flowers towards Lance.

Lance took them without a word, unable to believe what he'd just heard.

“So the person you wanted to ask out..” He said when he finally recovered his words.  

“...is you,” Shiro confirmed in a low whisper.

Lance began to laugh, bright bubbling laughter that flower like a babbling stream, he couldn't stop. He clutched the flowers to his chest and laughed harder.

“Sorry, sorry, this isn't a no, it's just-” Lance was cut off by his own giggles. He was happy, so happy, but he couldn't say yes. Not yet. First, he had to tell Shiro the truth.

“It's just carnations aren't even my favourite flower,” he admitted. He told Shiro all about his mistake with the order, how he'd persuaded Shiro to buy them that first time only because he needed to get rid of them, and how grateful he was Shiro had bought so many.

“I think you single handed my saved my job,” Lance chuckled. He'd gained control of himself now, but his eyes were still bright and wet with tears of laughter.

“I figured I owed you the truth. And if you still want to take me to dinner after all that then I agree, but on one condition. You have to let me pay.”

Shiro seemed to consider this for a moment.

“Are you still free at six?” he asked. Lance answered with an enthusiastic yes.

[poisonedfortunecookie]

shance month - day 14 - space sharks

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Space Sharks are  great name or space pirates if you ask me. So here’s a space pirate au 

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The Space Sharks were the most notorious and elusive space pirates of their generation.  They caused mayhem and mischief wherever they went, and so far, no one had even come close to catching a single one of them.

Their leader was said to enigmatic and charming, able to talk his way out of any situation, and failing that all he needed was a single bullet to ensure his escape.

Well, that was how the stories went.

The man that sat before Shiro, locked safely in the small cell at the back of his ship, was lanky and unimposing. He didn't look capable of intimidating a mouse let alone a fleet of military ships. Lance McClain did not seem at all troubled at the fact he'd been captured and imprisoned. After spending so long on the tail of the space sharks, and then capturing Lance so easily Shiro couldn't help but feel a little let down.

Lance studied the handcuffs around his wrist with indifference. He pulled his hands apart, just to see how much slack they would give him, but didn't appear to be attempting to escape.

“I haven't seen cuffs like these before, did you design them yourself? Pretty kinky, if you ask me,” Lance grinned suggestively. Slowly he tried to pull his hands apart again, but the cuffs allowed only a little slack.

“They were specially made to hold a slippery pirate such as yourself,” Shiro dead-panned unaffected by the other man's charm and his suggestive smile. He knew enough not to let his guard down around the pirate captain, even if it did seem his reputation was utterly false.

Lance chuckled, low and smooth. He licked his lips slowly and deliberately, Shiro couldn't help but find his eyes drawn to it. “You must get pretty lonely on this ship all by yourself,” Lance said sympathetically.

“But you know you don't have to go to such lengths. I'll be on my best behaviour for someone as gorgeous as you, promise,” Lance purred looking up at Shiro with a smouldering gaze that sent a shiver down his spine. His blue eyes were so intense Shiro felt he was drowning in them.

“We'll arrive at the courthouse shortly. You can no longer escape justice,” Shiro said smartly before turning away from the pirate.

“I bet we have some time to have a little fun together before then. Come on Shiro, don't I get a last request?”

Shiro ignored him and marched to the bridge. Lance deep, seductive chuckle followed him.  

-

The pirate was quiet. Too quiet. Shiro's ship was small and the cell close enough that he would be able to hear any suspicious sounds, but he hadn't heard anything.

That was just too suspicious.

Shiro knew the pirate was probably playing him, and if he went back there, he would hit on him again, or say something ridiculous that would just irritate Shiro.

Readying himself Shiro took a deep breath and went back to the cell. Just a quick peek, if he was quick enough Lance might not even notice him.

Lance was curled up on the camp bed that was bolted to the wall. He was hunched up clutching his stomach, his back to the cell. He seemed to be gasping for breath.

“Hey. What's wrong?” Shiro demanded. Lance did not respond.

“Stop this act. I asked you a question.”

Lance gasped and groaned a shudder going through his body. He was obviously faking it. He'd been fine when Shiro left him earlier. There was no way he could deteriorate this quickly.

Right?

“This won't work,” Shiro warned a little less certain.

Lance gave another louder exclamation of pain.

“Shit!” Shiro cursed. Hurriedly he unhooked the keys from his belt and opened the cell door.

“I swear if you die before I get you into custody I'll kill you myself.” He hurried over to the bed his hand landing on Lance's shoulder to turn him over. Lance rolled onto his back and Shiro saw a flash of his bright blue eyes, sparkling in triumph, then a grin. The rest happened so quickly Shiro didn't notice the cuff being clipped around his wrist until it was too late. Lance clipped the other cuff to the support chaining the bed in place, and Shiro was trapped.

“Let me guess Matt Holt made these right?” He asked tapping the cuff around Shiro's wrist with his finger. Shiro snarled and tugged at the cuff, but it held tight.

“I just happen to know his sister, and let me tell you she's smarter than he is, sorry about that,” Lance grinned triumphantly.

“I hate to do this, you're so handsome, but my crew needs me.” Lance's hand moved to cup his cheek, and before Shiro could stop him, he leaned in and kissed him.

Shiro froze.

Lance's lips were soft and moved against his firmly in a way that sent sparks through every nerve in Shiro's body. His tongue traced Shiro's bottom lip, and on instinct Shiro parted his lips, inviting a deeper kiss, but Lance pulled away and stepped back, Shiro's keys dangling from one finger.

“Hope you don't mind, but I'll be borrowing your escape pod, and don't worry the autopilot on your ship will take you to the courthouse, so you'll only be stuck here till then.” He smirked and licked his lips, the action looking even lewder than it had before now that Lance had kissed him, now that Shiro knew what those lips could do.

Lance left without a single backward glance, dropping Shiro's keys outside the cell, just out of reach. Shortly after that Shiro heard the escape pod take off.

“Wait!” Finally returning to his sense, Shiro activated his prosthetic arm and managed to free himself by cutting the support. Of course, by the time he got to the bridge, it was too late. The body had left, and Lance had disabled the tracker. He was long gone.

Shiro cursed and buried his face in his hands with a groan. He'd been so close, and his lips still tingled.

He would capture Lance again.

[poisonedfortunecookie]

shance month - day 31 - Bento Box

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It’s the final day of shance month and I am feeling a little emotional. It’s been so muhc fun writing something every day for shance this month and it’s helped keep my writing going. I decided to do a little reverse shance type au for this one with a younger Shiro looking up to and admiring an older Lance. Hope you enjoy this final installment and thank you so much to everyone who’s read these drabbles so far, and thank you to everyone who said nice things and just enjoyed these stories. You are all wonderful  💙 🖤

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“Mom, how did you get dad to like you?”

Takashi sat at the kitchen table daydreaming about his crush. It was a question he'd been pondering for a while, how could he get someone to like him back? His mother was a safe person to ask for advice; she wouldn't tease him or accidentally let slip his feelings to the wrong person.

“Well, I suppose it started with lunch. When we got to high school, his mother made him cook his own lunches, and they were dreadful. I felt sorry for him, so I started to make him a bento every day.”

“Food?” the boy asked disappointedly. He'd inherited his father's lack of skills with cooking which was why he wasn't helping his mother with the baking. He'd been banished to the table and forbidden from even getting too close. His mother took her baking seriously, but she appreciated his company.

“Isn't there anything else,” he asked hopefully.

“Oh, there's plenty. But the best way to saman's heart is through his stomach.” she turned to her son and winked. Takashi blushed and stared down at the table hard. His crush was no secret to her, but it was still embarrassing to talk about.

“Tell you what, after I'm done with these cakes I'll help you with some simple bento dishes. You can even take all the credit I promise I won't tell.”

“Really? Thanks, mom!”

“But in return I want you to tell me more about this Lance boy. I have to make sure he's good enough for you.”

“Moooom” Takashi groaned and hit his head against the table. He should have known it wouldn't be that easy.

In the end, telling his mother more about lance wasn't as embarrassing as he'd feared although she did make him promise to invite Lance over for dinner one day, which Takashi felt he would never be ready for.

But he had a bento he could be proud of, the food only a little burnt.

“Now don't forget to take it with you tomorrow,” his mother said kissing him on the forehead, “and good luck.”

****

“Ok, you are Takashi Shirogane, you can do this,” Takashi took a deep breath and smoothed his fingers through his messy black hair. In his other hand, he held the lovingly prepared bento box, his hand trembled slightly.

He could hear Lance's laugh, musical and hypnotic. It was a laugh that drew people to him, making everyone a friend.

“I can't do this,” he groaned taking a step back. How could he just go up to Lance, who was always surrounded by a gang of friends, and ask if they could eat lunch together?

“The very first bento I made your father I left on his desk with a note saying ‘You better eat this or else’. He got so scared he ran to tell a teacher someone was trying to poison him,” his mother laughed when she told Takashi the story of her disastrous first attempt at handing over the bento.

Maybe he could do that. Leave the bento on Lance desk with a note that wasn't quite so ominous.

“But the best thing was when we ate lunch together, and I could see him enjoy the food. My cooking want amazing, but he always looked so happy when he ate it and said it was tasty,” she sighed dreamily.  

Takashi wanted to see that. At the very least he wanted to see that Lance liked the food he'd made.

He had to try! Taking a deep breath, Takashi squared his shoulders and marched over to Lance's group.

“Hey Lance do you have a minute,” Takashi voice rose a few octaves higher and cracked a little at the end of his sentence. He hoped Lance didn't notice, though judging by the way some of the people with him were snickering he probably had.

“Takashi! Sure, what is it, my man?” Lance's greeting was as kind and open as ever. It made Takashi feel warm.

“Ah, um, I was wondering if you'd like to eat lunch together.”

Silence followed.

“It's just you helped me a lot with club stuff, and I wanted to thank you that's all, so I made you this, but you don't have to eat it if you don't want,” he babbled thrusting the bento box forward towards Lance.

One of the guys near Lance laughed which set off a ripple of laughter around the table.

“Oh my god, is he serious?"

“That's so old school.”

“And gay."

Lance still hadn't said anything. He turned slowly to the group and glared at them.

“Do you ever get tired of being such huge assholes?” he asked them flatly cutting off their boisterous laughter.

He turned to Takashi with a kinder expression. “Sure, I'd love to eat with you. Eating near these guys will make my food taste bad. Let's go, he jumped to his feet and led Takashi away from the group, who watched them leave with open-mouthed expressions of disbelief.

“Are you sure? Your friends don't look too happy,” Takashi said, casting furtive looks over his shoulder at the group as he hurried after Lance.

“Friends? I'm not friends with people who throw around gay as an insult,” Lance scoffed.

“I only ever sit with them if Hunk's not here, but I won't be doing that again.” He added. He was walking so far Takashi had to jog to keep up with his long strides.

They found a free bench outside in a quiet corner that allowed them some privacy, by the time they got there Lance's frustration appeared to have evaporated, and he was all smiles again.

“So what's in the box?” He asked eagerly.

Takashi suddenly wanted to run. It wasn't a very extravagant lunch. It might not even be enough to be a meal for Lance. It was too simple and boring.

“Ah...” He clutched the box tighter and held it close to his chest.

“What, don't want to share now?” Lance asked teasingly.

“No. I really did make it for you!” Takashi said quickly. Now he wished he could run, or maybe just hit himself over the head with the bento box hard enough to end it all. He flushed and stared down at his feet.

“It's just, it's not that exciting and pretty simple, so it's probably really boring. And I'm not the best cook, my mom helped a lot, but I still might have burnt things a little too much….” he trailed off.

“I appreciate the honesty, Takashi,” Lance laughed, he reached out and placed his hand against Takashi on the box, “but if I can eat my sisters cooking and convincingly act like it tastes good, then I can eat whatever in here.”

Takashi was sure his heart had stopped, and if it hadn't, well he was pretty sure he was not going to get through this alive.

Nodding mutely, he set the bento box down on the table and opened it. Lance shuffled closer and peered at the contents curiously.

“So what's all this?”

“Mostly rice, chicken and vegetables,” Takashi said, he pointed to each section of the bento giving a quick description of it. There was rice with some furikake seasoning, karaage chicken, some pickled vegetables as well as fresh, tamagoyaki, and little hot dog sausages cut to look like an octopus.

“These are so cute,” Lance laughed pointing to the sausages, “is it really ok for me to eat it?”

Takashi nodded and handed him the chopsticks. Lance too them with a slight frown. It wasn't his first time using them, but he'd never quite got the hang of them and usually ended up swapping them for a fork pretty quickly. Now he didn't have that option.

Takashi couldn't help but laugh. Lance's confused, focused scowl was cute.

“Hey it's not nice to laugh, some people have never used chopsticks before you know,” he admonished playfully. Lance wasn't angry, and his smile felt like sunshine, warming and soothing Takashi.

“Do you want me to show you how to hold them?” He offered.

“Please!”

Takashi fist showed Lance how to hold the chopsticks by demonstrating holding them himself, he then passed the chopsticks back and got Lance to hold them. He adjusted Lance's hold on them, touching and moving Lance's fingers. He tried not to overthink about how much he was touching the other boy, and he resisted the temptation to allow his touch linger for longer than need be.

“There, keep a hold of them exactly like that!” he said proudly when Lance had the correct grip.

“Now you just move the upper chopstick with these fingers to grab the food,” Takashi instructed, tapping the fingers Lance should be moving.

“Right, doesn't seem too hard.”

It took him a few attempts, but Lance quickly managed to work the chopsticks and grab one of the hot dog sausages he'd been so taken by.

“Hmmm, this is great!” He said with a grin.

“It's just a hot dog,” Takashi said modestly. His mother was right. Watching Lance enjoy the food was the best feeling in the world.

Shaking his head with a little laugh Lance tried the chicken next, and then the rice.

“Still tastes good, this all tastes good. You're a much better cook than my sister,” Lance said joyfully before taking a bite of the tamagoyaki.

“From what you've told me that isn't really hard,” Takashi laughed. It felt good to have Lance praise his food and to see him enjoy it with such gusto. He was falling harder for the older boy.

“Hey, where's your lunch?” Lance asked after taking another bite of tamagoyaki. He seemed to like those. Takashi made a quick mental note.

“Oh...I uh. I already ate,” he lied. His lunch was in his locker. He hadn't brought it with him.

“You gotta eat too, Takashi. Here try some of your cooking,” Lance said holding the chopsticks out to Takashi. Takashi stared at them.

“Oh, sorry. Is it weird if we use the same chopsticks? It's weird, right? You can just use your finger if you want.”

“No it's fine,” Takashi said quickly, taking the chopsticks from Lance.

He could use chopsticks that Lance had used. Chopsticks that had touched his lips, been in his mouth. Takashi's hand trembled slightly as he held them. He grabbed a piece of chicken with them and ate slowly, the chopsticks brushing lightly against his lips.

“Hey, this actually does taste ok.” He muttered as he ate. The karaage was a little too crispy from being overcooked, but it still tasted good. He sampled the rice and the tamagoyaki and found they all tasted ok.

“See I told you, you're a pretty good cook. Maybe you can cook for me again sometime?” Lance chuckled.

“Sure, I wouldn't mind,” Takashi agreed readily, “I mean if you want.”

“Yeah...” For the first time ever Takashi saw something almost shy pass over Lance's features, but it was gone before he could analyse it further.

“You know what if you like cooking Hunk is an amazing cook. I'm sure he could teach you a few things, and he'd love to learn how to make some of this stuff, and I'm always happy to be a taste tester.” Lance offered.

It was like a dream come true, even if it was just friendly conversation that might never lead to anything, it felt like he was being invited into the inner circle, into Lance's true friendship group. Hunk was Lance's best friend, and there were only a few other Takashi had ever seen hang out with both Lance and Hunk together.

“That would be cool. I can get my mom to show me how to cook some more complicated things too.”

“Awesome. Hunk's away this week, but we can probably arrange something next week if you're free?”

Takashi almost choked on a mouthful of rice. Lance had been serious.

They split the rest of the bento between them, conversation soon turned to club activities.

“How are you getting on with your tumbling skills?” Lance asked.

“Much better, my back handspring is looking much snappier now.”

“Excellent. You've worked so hard, you know I think you work harder than some of the girls,” Lance said proudly.

Cheer was not a sport Takashi had planned to join when he started high school, but after watching the squads welcoming performance on his first day of school he hadn't been able to take his eyes off Lance, the only male member of the team at the time. He'd stood out amongst all the girls because of that, but he'd blended in with them too, keeping up with them. He wasn't just the token guy who only performance as the base, he could flip, jump, and tumble with the others and at the end of the routine he'd been thrown up in the air and performed a complex spin that had Takashi heart jumping into his throat. It was spectacular.

At first, Lance had been on the receiving end of some teasing for being on the team, but his winning personality soon won over even the most sceptical and more boys joined the team, including Takashi.

Lance, being the only guy on the team had taken responsibility for teaching the new boys and had probably had to help Takashi the most out of all of them due to his inexperience. At first, he'd only joined to be close to Lance, but Takashi found he enjoyed the sport too.

“If there's anything you want to go over during practice just let me know ok. I'll sport for you.”

“Sure, thanks, Lance.”

Lunchtime passed all too quickly, and soon it was time for them to go back to class.

“Thanks for lunch, it was so good. Do you want me to like, take the stuff home to wash it up or something?” Lance offered awkwardly, feeling he should do something to show his gratitude. Takashi shook his head.

“No, it's fine, just promise me you'll teach me your finishing stunt,” Takashi said boldly, feeling brave.

“That stunt? You want to steal my signature move?” Lance gasped.

“It's pretty complicated you know. Are you sure you're ready.”

Takashi thought about it for a moment and then nodded.

“I'm ready.”

“It's going to take a lot more lunches for me to teach it to you too, at least one lunch per session,” Lance said seriously.

Takashi nodded again.

“Ok deal! I'd hate to leave this school and not pass on my legacy to someone,” Lance grinned. Takashi had to resist the urge to jump for joy.

“I won't let you down,” he promised.

[poisonedfortunecookie]

shance month - day 15 - Kaltenecker 

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I gotta say Kaltenecker is the best wingman....wingcow? 

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“I wonder who he likes,” Shiro mused out loud.

Kaltenecker continued to chew her food and did not answer. Well, she was a cow, Shiro couldn't expect an answer.

Lance was in love, at least that was the conclusion the team had come to. He hadn't flirted indiscriminately with any of the beautiful aliens they'd met and he was putting even more effort into his appearance than usual. Lance had also been more serious, not that he wasn't serious when the situation required, but Lance was consistently putting his best foot forward even in situations where he usually would have fooled around.

“He's just being Lance,” Pidge shrugged when Lance had taken twice as long to get ready one morning.

“He's sick,” Keith scowled when Lance got through a whole team train session without nettling him once.

“He's been replaced by a clone!” Hunk gasped, horrified when Lance brushed off the attention of a group of young women.

“He's in love!” Allura announced gleefully once she'd put everything together.

Shiro was devastated.

He was happy for Lance, and he hoped that whoever it was would reciprocate his feelings, but Shiro had only just recently opened his heart and accepted the simmering feelings he had not been brave enough to acknowledge before. Now, he was too late.

“Could it be someone we've met out here? Or is someone back on Earth?” It wouldn't be out of the question for Lance to suddenly recognise his feelings for someone he knew back on Earth, someone he missed.

Kaltenecker continued to eat. She couldn't give him an answer, but she was all he had.

Shiro trusted Keith, of course, but if Shiro told him about his crush on Lance, then he would no doubt try to help, which Shiro felt would not end well. Hunk was Lance's closest friend and the most likely to be able to give Shiro some proper answers, but Hunk couldn't keep a secret even if he tried. Pidge wouldn't understand and was more interested in her experiments than anyone's love life. Matt would tease him mercilessly. Allura would find too much joy in trying to hook them up, and Coran, while he would probably have some good advice, would likely delve into 'the talk' which was something Shiro never wanted to experience.

If he told the mice then they would only tell Allura, so his only confidante on the ship was Kaltenecker, the cow. At the very least Shiro could be sure she wouldn't reveal his secret to anyone.

“I hope it someone nice….” Shiro sighed.

Kaltenecker flicked her ears towards him and continued to chew.  

“Shiro? So you're the one who’s been feeding Kaltenecker.”

Lance’s sudden appearance startled him. He turned almost guiltily to the other man.

“Yes, it was me. I saw how you've been training more earnestly lately, so I wanted to help.”

Lance beamed a proud flush rising in his cheeks. He lifted a hand to scratch the back of his neck, fingers toying with short, soft strands of hair. Shiro wished he could run his fingers through Lance's hair and cup the back of his neck, pull him close and-

“I figured it was time I improved my hand to hand skills. Can't rely on my sharpshooter's eye to get me out of trouble every time.” He said modestly.

“You're doing well,” Shiro said, a little too loudly after being broken from his fantasy. Lance didn't seem to notice. His smile grew.

“Well, Keith has been helping me a lot. He's a tough teacher,” Lance chuckled, and though his chest puffed out with pride, he didn't boast or try to show off.

Shiro felt his heart flutter.

“I'm glad, but if Keith pushes too hard you can come to me,” Shiro offered with a warm smile.

Was it his imagination that Lance's blush got darker and was he know avoiding Shiro's eye?

“Thanks, Shiro, I'll keep that in mind,” Lance said softly.

Now Kaltenecker may be a cow, but she was not stupid, and Shiro wasn't the only one who had been coming to her with their woes. While the two men were talking she ambled around them to stand behind Shiro. They were too intent on each other to notice her move.

Without any warning, Kalteneker head-butted Shiro in the small of his back, as hard as she could.

Caught off guard Shiro fell forward, into Lance. His weight brought them both down. Lance fell onto his back, and Shiro fell on top of him.

Shiro managed to catch himself at the last moment and support himself on his forearms so he wasn't crushing Lance completely. His arms framed Lance's head allowing him to lift his upper body slightly. However, his lower body was still pressed against Lance and growing very aware of it.

“Sorry. Are you ok? Kaltenecker just-” Shiro stopped speaking at the sight before him, and for a moment, he even stopped breathing.

Lance was beautiful. More beautiful than Shiro ever remembered seeing him. His hair had fallen away from his face creating a small halo of brown around his head on the ground. Shiro's fingers twitched again wishing he could run his fingers through Lance's hair.

His eyes were wide, pupils blown so all that was left were tiny rings of blue that looked even more intense. He pursed his lips, tongue darting between them before he opened them. They glistened temptingly with his saliva and looked plump, and soft. His cheeks were an alluring red and his chest heaved up and down with each strained breath.

“Shiro?” He gasped and though it probably hadn't been intentional, and he was probably struggling to breathe because of Shiro's weight on top of him, his voice sounded so wanton that Shiro had to get up quickly before Lance started to notice something.

“Sorry,” he said again as he scrambled to his feet. He extended a hand to Lance to help him up. He felt Lance's hand tremble in his and held tighter.

“It's fine, it wasn't your fault,” Lance said breathlessly.

Shiro hadn't let go of lance had nor did Lance try to pull his hand back.

Kaltenecker gave a loud moo of satisfaction.

[poisonedfortunecookie]

shance month - day 24 - Free day 

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I’m sorry this one is horribly rushed because I wrote for the wrong prompt today and only just noticed, so I wrote this at the last minute....anyway I hope yo enjoy this little ‘Lance and Shiro watch a horror movie’ trope

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It was team movie night and Lance's turn to pick what they would watch. He selected the move carefully, after considering many factors, he settled on a horror movie.

Not that he was a particularly big fan of horror movies, but Lance had a plan, and that plan was to show that he was the bravest and most unflappable member of the team. He was also going to get the satisfaction of making Keith scream during the movie, if the film itself didn't scare Keith then Lance had a backup plan, which mostly involved tapping him on the shoulder when Keith was focused on a particularly tense moment. Well, it worked with his siblings.

The added advantage was that it was an Altean horror, which meant even Allura might get started, and if she needed someone to hold onto, well Lance was determined to sit neck to her and provide her with that service.

He was just in the middle of setting everything up when the door opened, and Shiro walked in.

“Hi Lance, look like it's just going to be you and me tonight,” he greeted his eyes not quite meeting Lance as he spoke, a clear sign of a guilty conscience but Lance was too busy fussing with the snacks to notice.

“Hmm?”

“Keith said he wanted to train and Pidge is working on some project. I ran into Hunk on the way here, and he said he wanted an early night, and Allura and Coran had some business to attend to on the ship, they said it couldn't wait.” Shiro rattled off the list of excuses smartly. He sounded like he was reading from a script, but in his disappointment, Lance didn't question it.

“Really? What's the point in scheduling movie nights if everyone goes off and makes other plans? And I expected better of Hun,” Lance huffed crossing his arms. Shiro smiled at his indignation and tried not to think too much about how adorable it was.

“Oh well guess we may as well call it off, I'm sure you have better things to do,” Lance grumbled sullenly, moving to take apart the comfortable next of pillow and blankets he'd made on the sofa.

“No!” Shiro said sharply. Lance froze.

“I mean, I'd still like to watch the movie. I could do with some downtime.” He smiled.

“Oh.” Lance hesitated for a moment, then shrugged.

“Ok then.”

They made themselves comfortable on the sofa, and the film began. It started out as strangely as any of the other Altean movies they'd watched so far, which was to say it was full of confusion references that they didn't understand, but the story was easy enough to follow.

The first scare of the movie passed with them both jumping in their seats and pushed them closer together. They smiled at each other sheepishly and shared a nervous chuckle.

“That was weird,” Lance said. He settled back on the sofa and leant a little closer to Shiro.

“Yeah.” Shiro agreed. He leaned closer to Lance their shoulders just touching.

The next scare made Shiro yelp. He grabbed Lance's arm. Lance had turned an odd shade of grey.

As the movie progressed, the two men clung tighter to each other. A hand on an arm turned into hands held tight. Shiro tucked his head into Lance's shoulder, trying to hide from what was on the screen and Lance curled into him, almost crawling into the other man's lap as he too tried to escape.

Both were too horrified to do the sensible thing and turn the movie off.

When the movie ended neither made any move to let go of the other.  

“Let's never talk about that...” Shiro said in a low whisper, his voice trembling.  

“Especially not to Coran or Allura,” Lance agreed. Neither wanted to encourage the Altean's to try an explain the movie to them. There were some things they were better off not knowing, the movie alone was bad enough.

“So uh…do you want to stay here for a bit?” Lance asked. He held onto Shiro tighter and snuggled closer. Lance didn't want to go back to his room alone.

Shiro held onto him tighter. “Yeah. I don't think I can go to sleep yet.” He admitted.

Both men spent the night sleeping on the sofa curled up in each others arms.

[poisonedfortunecookie]

shance month - day 28 - Ultimatum 

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I could have gone for some angsty life or death scenario, I didn’t, I went for something silly 

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“Shiro? Are you awake?” Lance asked in a low, sleepy voice. According to glowing blue numbers of Shiro's digital clock, it was 3 am, so Lance had been trying to sleep for about two hours now, and he was failing miserably.

“I'm awake.” Shiro's reply was smooth and clear. He was wide awake and was also having trouble sleeping, which did not surprise Lance, the floor was not the best place to sleep.  

“Sorry,” Lance whispered. He rolled over onto his side to look down at Shiro.

“What for? I was already awake,” Shiro smiled. Even in the gloom of the room, Lance could see the twinkle of Shiro's kind eyes and the glint of his perfect white teeth.

“It's my fault you're sleeping on the floor,” Lance mumbled. They'd been studying together in Shiro's dorm for an upcoming test, and neither had noticed how late it was or the fact Lance had missed the last bus until it was more than an hour too late. Unless he wanted to try walking or spend money he didn't have on a taxi there was only one option left.

“I would be fine on the floor.”

“But you're a guest,” Shiro said graciously. Shiro had insisted Lance take the bed, claiming he was equally as guilty for letting Lance stay so late. He gave Lance one of his shirts to sleep in, a shirt that would be tight on Shiro but hung loosely on Lance's lanky frame. The shirt drooped off one shoulder and the hem reached just passed his ass. (Shiro had done an admirable job of hiding just how thrilled he was to see Lance dressed like that.)

Now, dressed in one of Shiro's shirt, a shirt that Shiro had worn, that had touched Shiro's skin and was now caressing his and wrapped up in Shiro's bed sheets, swathed in the other man's smell Lance could not fall asleep.

“Shiro?” Lance said again. The room was too quiet.

“Yes?”

“Would you rather be able to turn invisible or be able to fly?” Lance burst out.

Shiro blinked at him.

“Sorry. I just….can't sleep. Forget it,” Lance groaned. He rolled over on his stomach and buried his face into the pillow. Shiro's smell flooded his senses. Ok, so that was not helping. Lance took a deep breath of it anyway.

“Fly,” Shiro answered. Lance slowly lifted his head. Shiro was smiling, eyes shining with mirth.

“Really?” Lance settled down on his side again, “but if you were invisible, you could like sneak around and go anywhere you wanted.”

“Hmm, but flying seems a lot more fun and free,” Shiro said throwing his arms up in the air and spreading them out as if he were flying, “plus if I could fly, I can travel all over the world and see all sorts of things.”

Lance considered what Shiro was saying for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

“Ok, you have a point.”

“Would you rather see into the future, or change the past?” Shiro asked.

Lance shuffled in bed pulling the blankets tighter around him. He hadn't expected Shiro to continue the game.

“Can I change anything in the past? Even if it's not related to me?” Lance asked thoughtfully.

“Sure,” Shiro agreed.

“Hmm. And I can see into any point in the future?”

“Of course.”

Lance was quiet for a bit longer considering his answer.

“Look into the future, that way if I see something I don't like I can at least try to change it,” Lance decided. He dangled his arm off the bed, his fingers scraping lightly across the carpet. He wanted to reach out to Shiro but didn't dare.

If he could see a future where he was with Shiro, then that would be a dream come true, and if he saw a future where Shiro was with someone else...well at least he would know.

“I'm not sure if that's cheating,” Shiro pondered, and then he shrugged, “but I'll allow it.”

Lance grinned. “Would you rather live one life for 1000 years or ten lives for 100 years each?”

“The 1000 year life, do I get to live it with the people I care about?”

“Hmmm….no.”

“What about the 100-year lives, can I still have the same friends?”

“Yes, you can meet the same people, but they won't remember you, so you have to form all your relationships all over again each time.”

“Then I choose the ten 100 year lives. There are people I can't live without,” Shiro looked right at Lance when he spoke, his eye boring into him with such sincerity Lance could almost believe Shiro was counting him as one of the people he couldn't live without.

“Even if our relationships aren't always the same, I'd rather take the risk and always have them in my life rather than live hundreds of years without them.”

Lance pulled the blankets up past his chin.

“I can understand that.” He said softly. Even if he lived a hundred lives, and Shiro never picked him once in any of them, as long as he got to be with Shiro, as long as he got to be friends with Shiro, he would be satisfied with that.

“My turn again, would you rather meet an alien on earth or travel to outer space but never meet anyone?”

“Can this alien and I understand each other?”

“Yes.”

“Then I choose to meet an alien on Earth, then I will woo my new alien friend, and we'll run away together and travel all through space.”

“Ok, that's definitely cheating.” Shiro laughed.

“Tsk fine, I'd still pick meet an alien, I can ask them all sorts of questions about space and learn so much. It'll be fun.”

They passed a few more rounds of questions, the options getting sillier and sillier. Lance was starting to doze off, but he couldn't fall asleep, not yet. Not while Shiro was still stuck on the floor.

“Would you rather sleep on a bed of nails, or sleep in a single bed with a friend?” Lance asked softly.

“Well if it meant my friend could sleep comfortably on a bed then I wouldn't mind sleeping on a bed of nails,” Shiro answered. Lance rolled his eyes, of course.

“But what if that friend was ok with sharing a bed and didn't mind getting a little squashed?”

The room was silent and still. Had he said too much?

“Well, I suppose if the friend didn't mind, it would be better to sleep on a bed.”

Lance let out a breath he hadn't noticed he'd been holding.

“Good. Then get up here, my guilt is keeping me awake,” Lance huffed with an air of indifference as if the only reason he wanted to share a bed with Shiro was that he felt bad. Nothing more, no ulterior motive.

Shiro sat up and watched Lance as he shuffled back on the bed and pressed his back right up against the wall leaving a small sliver of space on the single mattress.

“It'll be really cramped. I don't mind sleeping on the floor honestly,” Shiro said, but he was already leaning towards the bed, leaning towards temptation.

“It's fine, just let me spoon you and we'll both fit,” Lance said it as a joke, but after a moment of hesitation, Shiro accepted.

“Ok.”

Lance forgot how to breathe again.

Shiro moved across the dark room and sat on the edge of the bed. Lance felt the mattress dip under Shiro's weight and almost slid towards him. Lance pressed himself harder against the wall.

Gingerly Shiro lay down, making sure he wasn't in any danger of crushing Lance.

“Do you have enough room?” He asked, his back to Lance. Even lying on the very edge of the mattress he could feel the heat of Lance's body against his back.

“Yeah, I'm fine. You can move back a little bit.” Lance said. Shiro tried not to shudder as the words tickled the back of his neck.

“Ok, but just give me a shove if you need more space.” Shiro offered. He moved back just a fraction and felt Lance press up against his back. He hadn't moved that close, had Lance slide closer to him too? Shiro froze.

“Right. Good night,” he said stiffly.

“Yeah. Good night,” Lance whispered. Shiro did shiver then.

Both men were exhausted, and the warmth and comfort of each other's bodies so close lulled them to sleep despite the awkwardness of their positions and their racing heartbeats.

When Shiro woke the next morning, he found Lance's arm draped across his waist, and Lance's face pressed between his shoulder blades. Shiro couldn't move for fear of waking him, and although the bed was dreadfully cramped, it was the most comfortable night's sleep Shiro had ever had.

He rested his hand over Lance's and held on tight. He was going to enjoy this moment for as long as he could.