Voltron Fluff Week 2017 Day 1: Flower Crowns/Friendship Bracelets
[Have some Lance & Allura fluff because I want these two to be friends and bond over silly stuff.]
Lance pinched the stem of the flower between his thumb and forefinger and plucked it from the ground. The blossoms looked a bit like daisies but with spotted pink petals, and he had a small pile of them gathered around him as he sat cross-legged in the field. Eobos was a beautiful planet, filled with vibrant and tropical flora. So while they waited for the castle repairs to be done, Lance decided to relax.
It had been years since he had made a flower crown and his fingers slipped and fumbled as he braided the stems, but it didn’t look too bad in his very humble opinion. He picked up one of the smaller yellow flowers and secured it into place beside the pink ones. They smelled faintly sweet, but pleasantly so and he didn’t mind the fact they were scattered across his lap as he worked.
“Lance? What are you doing?” Allura’s voice was closer than Lance expected it, and he dropped the flower crown in surprise as he caught sight of the princess.
“Oh, uh y’know… just killing time. Making flower crowns,” Lance managed a wobbly smile. Allura made a contemplative noise as she stared at the slightly misshapen crown in his lap.
“I see,” she said. “What’s a…flower crown for exactly?” She turned to look at Lance, the faintest trace of curiosity in her eyes.
Allura hid it well most of the time, but Earth customs either intrigued or confused her. And yet, she hardly ever asked for clarification despite the obvious questions in her eyes. Lance grinned and held his flower crown out for inspection.
“You just weave a bunch of flowers together to make a headpiece. We used to wear them to festivals—I mean, me and my siblings. When we were younger anyway, it’s been years.”
Allura hesitated a moment before she kneeled down and reached out to look at the half-finished flower crown. She tilted her head to the side as she brushed her fingers over the spotted pink flowers and smiled.
Lance beamed. It wasn’t often he got to see the softer side of Allura, when she was away from the command room and her duties as princess and representative of the resistance against the Galra Empire. And when he wasn’t outright flirting with her, she seemed to warm up to him a bit.
Lance vastly preferred that to her previous looks of outright annoyance, which stemmed back to the flirting. Once he realized she wasn’t interested and toned it down, things went a lot smoother. Not that it hadn’t been a blow to his pride, but it wasn’t the first time he was rejected. He just hoped they could at least build a friendship.
“I used to do something similar when I was a girl,” Allura’s smile turned wistful as she turned the partially finished flower crown in her hands. “But I can’t remember how I made them anymore.”
“I’ll show you!” Lance took three new flowers from the pile and bound them together before he started to braid them. This time he moved with more confidence as he plucked another flower and began a pattern. Allura watched him carefully and after a few ticks she began to repeat the motions.
They worked in comfortable silence for a time. The warmth from the planet’s star and the gentle breeze that rustled the blue grass reminded Lance of Earth, despite the colors being slightly off in a way that was undoubtedly alien.
“Oh! It’s crooked,” Allura cried out, her face screwed up in frustration as she held out her misshapen crown.
“We can fix it, just add a few more of the larger flowers here and here to balance it out,” Lance gathered some bigger white and blue flowers and handed them to Allura before he showed her how to make the shape less obvious.
Allura slowly and methodically added the new flowers to her crown. While she was hyper focused, Lance reached over and placed his own on her head. She jolted upright, eyes wide as her fingers gingerly brushed the flowers that rested against her hair.
“There, a proper crown for the princess.” Lance winked. Okay, so sometimes he couldn’t help himself. Allura only gave him a halfhearted sigh before the smile returned.
“Thank you, Lance.” She raised her chin in that way that made her look effortlessly regal and dropped her own crown on his head in response. “Then you will have the honor of wearing mine.”
Surprise flitted across Lance’s face as he reached up to adjust the crown so it was no longer in his eyes. He saw Allura’s expression slip as her lip trembled with restrained laughter.
“Oh it’s awful. Let me make you a new one,” Allura laughed and reached out a hand to take back the crown but Lance pulled back out of her reach.
“Nu-uh! This one is my favorite and I’m going to wear it all the time,” Lance jumped to his feet and a look of horror passed Allura’s face.
“Don’t! Lance, please,” Allura reached out again but Lance slipped out of the way.
“It was a gift and you can’t take it back,” Lance grinned at the look on Allura’s face. “Besides when you get really good at this I can brag about how I got the first one you made.”
“Fine. Do as you wish,” Allura pushed herself to her feet and attempted to look blasé. Maybe Lance imagined it, but he thought he saw a small smile on her face before she turned away.
When they returned to the castle Lance kept his promise and left the flower crown on for the rest of the day. And a pleasant warmth bloomed in his chest when he saw that Allura left her own on as well, brilliant blossoms in red and yellow and pink atop the white of her hair.
