#flustered shiro

[cygnean]

Can we get Shiro in a nice leather jacket again?

[littlespacestars]

“You always look so surprised.”

“That’s because you always amaze me, Princess.” 

/sap

Shallura Manip Collection

I’m working on a difficult manip right now and I have no idea if it’ll work. :’)

[littlespacestars]

Shallura Drabble

I have so many Shallura drabbles and fluff/angst story ideas that I want to share, but none of them are finished. But here's a snippet from one I'm working on! 

 Disclaimer: Still deciding if Shiro should have glasses/contacts. He's wearing some in thjs. Pfft. He's also very flustered. 

 Rated T, I guess. Idk, fam. 

Allura knows she doesn’t have to say a thing, so she slowly eases herself out of his arms and lets him lead her down the hall into the darkness. Shiro clicks on a small lamp on his dresser, and the moment he turns around, he sees her slinking out of her formfitting dress. He chokes back the gasp that’s now caught inside his throat. He can only stare at her with wide eyes and a presumably dumbfounded expression that he’s sure will make her giggle. 

He can’t help but be a thunderstruck man when he gets to see the true contours of her body unraveled from the materials of her clothing. She stops and offers him a smile, one that’s still glowing brightly, just like the gentle halo of light that’s engulfed the smooth curves of her body, leaving her standing there as a silhouette against the backdrop with her dress gathered up around her thighs. 

 Her silhouette moves closer to him, and her dress alluringly takes its time descending down her thighs to the floor. She reaches out with both hands and daintily takes off his dark framed glasses, which leaves him blind to everything but her face that’s inches from his. 

 Her thumbs run sweet circles over his high cheek bones. “You have wonderful eyes, you know.” They run beneath the sensitive skin beneath his eyes. “They're dark, very calculated.” 

Shiro swallows hard and can feel his heart pounding in his ears, and his blood rushing down to a place he'd rather not bring up. 

“Allura,” he utters against her lips. 

She merely tilts her head to the side a bit and starts unbuttoning the front of his shirt, even untying his favorite tie from around his neck, and unbuckling his belt. Shiro’s glasses are sitting atop her head like a crown. 

“Yes?” She sounds so calm, so soothing; she’s incredible. 

But dear god he can’t help but think how lucky he is, and he doesn’t even hesitate to whisper it against the lobe of her ear. He loves how gentle her touch is; it’s soft enough to make him strain for her—strain to see her stroke his skin and send goosebumps down every inch of his exposed body. It’s enough for him to push back all the thoughts that are screaming at him to stop what he’s doing, so he touches her softly, so softly like she might break. 

“You’re so beautiful.” It’s an innocent whisper against her neck and she shivers at the feeling of his breath against her skin; Allura runs her long fingers back through the tuft of white bangs in response. Every movement and every touch feels familiar to them, like it's something they do all the time, but they know they’ve never made it this far. 

Daintily, Allura presses a hand to the front of his chest so he’ll fall back against his bed. It isn’t long before she helps him with the rest of his clothes and winks at him—a punch to the gut—with an infectious question on her lips and an apology in her voice.

[soyouthinkyoucanshance-blog]

I just spent the last hour watching college gymnist floor routines, and I’m kinda really disappointed that we’ve never considered (or at least written about) Lance and his incredible flexibility just killing it with a bomb ass routine. Like it doesn’t even have to be limited to a college/modern au! Lance could be milking his icon status as Lover Boy Lance and putting on a show for the Voltron Coalition, wowing the crowd (and his fellow paladins) with his tumbles, flips, and fluid transitions into jaw-dropping choreography.

And y’know, Shiro...just standing off to the side, unable to drag his eyes away as Lance contorts his body and pulls off amazing stunts one after the other—sometimes seeming to defy every law of gravity. And really, the poor guy’s just gone. On Lance, his body, and all the impressive things he can do. Fantasizing about having private training sessions between them; seeing just how far and how long he can bend... And how Lance might feel pressed up against or around Shiro. The possibilities are endless, and Shiro now has visible, tangible proof. RIP, my dude.

[soyouthinkyoucanshance-blog]

You know what’s good, Shiro so deep in his feelings/attraction for Lance that he finds himself in increasingly embarrassing situations due to his sudden inability to string two words together. He’s a mess; all that well-crafted poise and cool demeanor he adopted from his Garrison days falling flat as soon as he catches sight of Lance. It’s becoming a problem. Shiro feels like a middle-schooler with a crush. Face flushing hot and beginning to bead with sweat, his mouth opening and closing fruitlessly as he struggles to make sound—any sound—and the only solution he can think to spare himself humiliation is to turn tail and haul ass.

Just the other day he saw Lance lounging resplendent on the sofas in the wreck room, looking effortlessly beautiful if a bit bored, and as soon as the younger man noticed him standing there like a complete dufus, he perked up and called out a greeting, all smiles and bright eyes, “Hey Shiro! Man, am I glad to see you! Are you doing anything right now? Wanna sit with me?”

And Shiro—poor dumb, lovesick Shiro—could do nothing else but move, shamelessly backpeddling away from the man he’s desperately in love with, only to spin too fast on his heel and slam himself right into the automated door.

Nose and pride hurting something fierce, he tries to block out Lance’s concerned voice—‘tries’ being the operative word; Lance’s voice is smooth and rings like a siren’s song in his ears—and beats a hasty retreat to the medical wing. He doesn’t think his nose is broken, but it’s bleeding pretty heavily, and the further he gets away from Lance, the quicker he can calm his heart rate down.

[manifestmerlin]

It is here. Day 2 of Shance support week! TBH I had almost no clue what to do for this so it is a lot shorter but enjoy two dating dorks dancing and Shiro being very flustered at how willing to help him Lance is. (Yes the title is a shameless pun)

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