#shout out to the my shallura ff net friends for voting on lance's caption

[alluran]

No way we forgot about you! But I'm excited that you're back and are opening up for prompts. How about some Shallura? Maybe something cute, like a college au? I love Shallura fluff, these two deserve the world. I appreciate it, and welcome back! ❤

yes, yes, yes - a thousand times yes for college au shallura + fluff

She had lost track of how many times the words before her blurred and twisted, finally fuzzing out to a jumbled mess with notes in the margins - a sea of blue ink and yellow highlighter streaks. Allura took a deep breath, shifting in her seat to prop her elbow on the table to rest her chin on.

In a vain hope it would stop her from nodding forward so often. She worked a little too hard to readjust her vision to make sense of the papers in front of her. It was why she had escaped to the library to begin with; there was more than plenty of light with the force of a thousand suns to keep her awake as they buzzed in the back ground and if that didn’t keep her alert then, the unforgiving wood of chairs at least 20 years old would definitely pick up the slack from the irritating electrical system that couldn’t ever completely be drowned out, no matter what end of campus she was on.

Even outside, it persisted in her ears.

The wind had been picking up lately and the birds seemed awfully chipper for January when the weather was anywhere above dreary, so it luckily hadn’t been as noticeable. If not, Lance’s music was normally loud enough for her to hear crystal clear across their picnic table while Hunk and Pidge chattered on happily in the background about an engineering formula or course or Shiro and Keith talking about dinner plans, which usually ended in calling it a pizza night with all of them crammed into Keith and Shiro’s little two bedroom apartment…

“Hey.”

Allura jumped when a hand carefully brushed over the crook of her arm. She blinked, the lights horrific all over again for her eyes. She blearily glanced up to her left side. “What?”

“You were falling asleep again.”

“Was I?”, She worked around a yawn.

“Yes, you were.” Shiro mimicked her accent, chuckling when she knocked her shoulder into his. “C’mon, you have a Lit. hall full of Americans to blow out of the water with your paper, remember?”

She scoffed, dropping her pen to stretch in her seat. “I seem to recall you being one of those American’s in my Literature course, Shiro.”

“Exactly.” He grinned, and she was almost irritated how he could be so cheery camped out in the library with her at how ever many hours after her bedtime usually was. “Can’t let me win without a fight, there’s not any fun in that.”

This time, it was her turn to laugh, giving him a disbelieving smirk. “Is that a challenge, Takashi?”

“Oh, we’re on the first name thing again?” She leaned forward to knock his arm off of the table, narrowly missing when he sat back at the last second.“You only do that when you’re ‘cross’ about something. And that would most definitely be a challenge.”

Allura tilted her head, raising her eyebrows at him - trying not to laugh when he mirrored the movement - and hunched back over her paper. The playfully frantic, rhythmic scratch of pen on paper synchronized with the arm lightly brushing against hers.

“We’re going to be here all night if we wait for them.”

“Considering you can’t be quiet in a library to save your life? Doubtful.”

Allura blinked, her eyes fluttering back open and every bone in her body not happy about it one bit. She didn’t remember drifting back off to sleep, only the two hours of work that lead to her and Shiro switching papers to peer edit their rough drafts.

“How do I know you’re not going to sabotage what could be a perfectly flawless paper, Shiro?”

“Guess we’ll see whenever I know you haven’t done anything to mine.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works.”

Her eyes glanced helplessly over the study table, still just as big of a mess as it was when they began, but trying to place what was different…She was definitely warmer and more comfortable than she had been propped up on the table earlier. She saw something white sail past her peripheral vision and land with a soft and muffled thud beside her, followed by a distinctly, disgruntled Shiro noise.

The paper wad skittered across the table and her head finally snapped up - Keith and Lance standing in front of them. Lance leaned heavily against Keith, the same tell-tale bags under their eyes and backpacks weighing heavily at their shoulders.

Lance grinned, tipping his chin up at them. “Hey, kids.”

Keith tossed another paper wad between his hands. “Janitor wants to lock up for the night.”

“Okay, okay. We’re getting up.” Shiro yawned and moved to get up, only to fall abruptly back into his chair when she didn’t follow.

Allura bolted upright in her seat, dazedly glancing from where she was leaned back in her seat to her feet tucked beside her in the chair and up to Shiro eyeing his brother suspiciously.

Lance smirked. “Three…two…on-wugh, Keith!”

Keith shoved his arm into Lance’s side and hauled him off toward the exit, calling over his shoulder. “We’ll just meet you guys outside.”

“Did we both fall asleep?”

Shiro huffed, amused. “Yeah.”

He carefully sorted through their mess on the table, he shuffled her papers to her and swept his arm over the array of pencils, pens, and highlighters into his bag.

“Shiro, I need those pencils.”

“We’ll sort it out when we get back to the apartment.”

She rolled her eyes, they wouldn’t. He most likely would forget driving her and Lance back to their dorms (occupied by actively keeping the AUX cord away from Lance) and she would be the one in a mad dash (after hitting the snooze button four times) to catch him before her first lecture and his morning shift at work.

At least he would owe her a venti-sized anything for the cardio hassle it would be.

Allura passed him heading for the stairs down to the parking lot, knocking her elbow into his when he stopped and fumbled with his phone. “C’mon, Shiro, it won’t be fun if my only real American challenge doesn’t get his sleep.”

It took a moment for him to look up to her, pocketing his phone and raking a hand through his hair. She opened her mouth to say something, cut off by a horn - that almost gave her a heart attack.

They looked out to the parking lot, where Lance was halfway hanging out of the driver’s side window and repeatedly laying on the horn. Keith, nearly unseen with the way he was hunched forward, halfway to the other side of the parking lot.

“Unbelievable.” Shiro shook his head slowly, a smirk breaking his annoyed frown. “Well, joke’s on him.” He calmly held out his hand and held the car remote out in front of him - locking the doors and turning on the alarm.

She still wasn’t sure if it was as funny as hard as she was laughing or from sheer exhaustion (it was definitely that funny), but one thing’s for certain, Shiro muttering, “Revenge,” made sense once she got home and saw the Snapchat notification from Lance.

She felt her blush reach from the tips of her ears down to her neck when she saw the sneaked picture of her and Shiro propped against each other asleep in the library. The length of her hair laid over her side and even over his arm where her head rested on his shoulder. His face was relaxed, turned into the top of her head with the caption:

so does Disney know they’re missing a prince and princess?