An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Lance/Shiro (Voltron)
Characters: Lance (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron)
Additional Tags: shance, Fluff, Star Gazing, valentines day
Summary:
Shiro and Lance spend their first Valentine's day together stargazing.
- written for the @shance-cafe | @shancesupportsquad Valentines exchange
Happy Valentines Day @halvepenny I am your secret shancentine. I hope you are have a sweet day, and that this little fic will help make your day sweeter and full of love.
I did a thing! I chose to participate in the Shance Cafe Valentines Exchange hosted by @shance-cafe. My giftee is @kaptainkoalaoshiz. This is my first time doing something like this so I hope I did alright!
You can read it under the cut or on AO3!
Bundles of Love
Shiro fumbled with his keys as he unlocked his apartment door, slowly pushing it open as if it weighed more than the cheap softwood it had been made from. He slowly trudged down the hall as quietly as possible. It was very early, Lance was probably still asleep. Shiro smiled, if there was one thing that always cheered him up after a grueling night shift, it was coming home and taking Lance into his arms.
Walking up to the partially cracked door of the bedroom Shiro nudged it open. The room was pitch black as always, and the soft song of the ocean played in the background. It was the sound machine Lance had bought when they moved in together.
“I grew up on the shores of Varadero! You expect me to be able to fall asleep with all this city noise!”
Shiro smiled as he remembered what Lance had said when he questioned him about the machine. The apartment they lived in had been well insulated when it was built, and while they skimped out on good doors, the walls were very thick. You could only hear the outside life if a window was left open. They both knew the reason they had the machine was because of Shiro.
Tossing his jacket and keys onto the dresser Shiro began stripping out of his suit, leaving it to pile messily on the floor. He would take care of it when he woke up. Dressed in just a pair of boxer briefs Shiro slid between the sheets of the bed, his hands searching for Lance’s warmth. He paused and wiggled closer to the other side of the bed. Maybe Lance had curled up on the edge. Shiro searched again. Nothing.
There was a short paused before Shiro flung the covers off himself and walked to the doorway. Squinting slightly he looked down either end of the hall. No sign of Lance.
Oh?
It was faint but Shiro saw a bit of light coming from the bottom crack of the bathroom door. He walked closer to see better, it looked like someone had stuffed a towel along the crack. He turned the knob and opened the door only to watch as Lance threw himself over a mass of wiggling furry bodies.
“S-Shiro, Hun. You’re home early!”
He was, and he had expected to find Lance sprawled in the middle of their bed fast asleep, snoring in the adorable way that he refuses to admit he does. Finding his fiancé gushing over a pile of kittens on the floor of their bathroom, was the last thing he thought he would find when he went searching for him.
He should have known better than that.
Shiro sighed and leaned heavily against the doorway, “Please tell me I’m asleep Lance, and this is all just a dream.”
The blue-eyed man squawked, “Every moment with me is a dream, Kashi.” He began crawling forward, “But I can kick this dream up a notch if-”
“You can’t distract me with your wiles, Lance. I’m too strong and tired for that.”
Lance scoffed, “Liar.”
Shiro sighed again made his way towards the slumped over Lance, who was currently batting at the paw of one of the many kittens crawling around on the floor. “Do I dare ask?”
Shiro jolted as Lance released high pitch wail and scooped up as many kittens as his arms could hold, his blue eyes watery with unshed tears.
“Shiro you don’t understand. I-,” The rest of his sentence was intelligible as Lance had buried his face in the furry bundle in his arms. He kept his face obscured as he continued his story leaving Shiro standing confused, as he couldn't understand a word he said.
“Lance, I-”
Said man’s head rose from where it had been buried, “They needed me, Shiro!”
Shiro smiled, Lance was adorable, “I understand that Lance, but wasn’t able to hear you.”
The two men stared at each other silent. One with a tired smile on his face, and the other with tear filled eyes. Shiro watched, love-struck, as his significant other gathered his bearings. Though Lance tried to strut around as if he had no feelings everyone knew he felt, and he felt strongly.
Clearing his throat Lance nodded to himself releasing the kittens from his grasp, “I was walking home from work yesterday, you know, during that storm? When I was passing that super creepy alley down the street I thought I heard something. I shook it off thinking it was just the rain, but then the sound got louder, and it was something meowing. A cat, obviously.” Lance paused and looked down, “Or kittens as I should say.”
Shiro said nothing, silently willing him to continue his story.
“They were in a cardboard box!” Lance exclaimed flinging his arms in the air, “It’s like Oliver and Company but sadder, and with no wisecracking dog to teach them how to survive in this cruel world!”
“What?”
Lance shook his head, “You just as uncultured as Keith. It’s sad.”
Shiro chuckled, and crouched next to Lance, letting himself play with the stumbling balls of fluff, “So you thought it was a good idea to bring...two...six...twelve kittens to our apartment.”
“Thirteen actually.” Lance stuck his hand into the front pocket of his oversized hoodie, most likely Shiro's, and slowly pulled out a lump of fur that snuggled into the palm of his hand. “There’s also this little fella. I’m pretty sure he’s the runt, and look.”
Shiro swallowed heavily as he noticed the small kitten was missing the bottom half of his front left leg. All that was left was a stump dusted with wavy deep black fur. “Oh.”
Lance smiled softly and held out his hand and Shiro flopped out of his crouch next to him, gently taking the small kitten with his artificial hand. He cooed softly as bright blue eyes tiredly blinked open.
“I couldn’t leave ‘em, Shiro. They would have died.” Lance murmured as he watched Shiro attempt to play with the slowly waking kitten. He laughed as Shiro slumped against him, the larger man allowing the entirety of his weight to be propped up by Lance.
“You’re such a good person, Lance. I love you so much!”
Lance laughed again and stroked Shiro's hair as he nuzzled into his neck, “Wow, you must be super tired. You only get this gushy when you’re about to crash.”
Shiro nodded, “I am a little sleepy.” He yawned before continuing, “You know we can’t afford to keep these kittens, Lance. We both work, and thirteen extra mouths to feed is just a little out of our budget.”
Lance pouted and nodded, “I know, and honestly this was a very spur of the moment kinda decision.”
Shiro huffed a laugh into Lance’s neck, “I guessed.” He paused and lifted his neck to return his gaze to the kitten in his arms. “Looks like this little guy fell asleep again.”
The kitten was adorable, all of them were, but there was something special about the runt of the litter. “Well...We have been talking about getting a pet.”
“Oh my god!” Lance squealed as he bounced around, jerking Shiro from where he lent against him. “Are you for real?”
Shiro smiled and softly kissed his excited partner, “Of course I am, Love”
Lance laughed and hugged Shiro before releasing him and turning his attention to the kittens once again “We can take them to the shelter later today. Once you get some sleep.” His voice became high as he stoked the kittens clamoring around his hand for attention, “Don’t you worry little ones. You’re all so cute; you’ll be adopted by loving families very quickly.”
Shiro watched as Lance continued to baby talk the twelve kittens around him. They would find loving homes. The thirteenth however, wouldn’t be leaving. Shiro knew that he belonged in their small family. He scratched the kitten between his ears and smiled as it began to purr.
“Lance, did you get litter and food? It’ll be sometime before the shelter opens.”
A look of panic flashed across Lance’s face, “I didn’t think of that.”
“Thought so, I guess I’ll run to the store.” He handed Lance the kitten and joking wagged his finger, “You’re lucky I love you.”
This set of six sentences is from an extremely overdue Shance Secret Santa fic I’m working on (I’m hoping to get it done in the next couple days).
Altean courting season was almost upon them, and Keith in particular had proven interested in it upon learning about it; Coran had told stories about his own courtship with his husband 10,150 years earlier, and it had pleasantly surprised Shiro to see both Keith and Lance listening eagerly to his tales.
“It works like mistletoe, mullet,” Shiro could hear Lance saying as he hung up a sprig of flowers that looked like silver poinsettias and bright pink holly, “You get Allura to walk under it, and then you kiss her. That’s how Coran told us the Alteans used to start courting people. He talked about how he courted his husband a lot, and he really kept nodding pointedly at you, now that I think about it…”
“But is Allura going to like it?” Keith said, his hands fidgeting with his jacket and his posture imbued with the stiffness only nervousness could cause.
Lance smiled fondly at him and replied, “Allura’s going to love it.”
Upon seeing Shiro, Lance’s eyes brightened, and he called out, “And the best news is, mullet, that you get to see a demonstration of how it works right now!” With that, Lance pulled Shiro into a kiss underneath the aimourtia flower.
so, for this event by the great @shance-cafe, have a six sentence preview from my current WIP, the next chapter of Blue to Black:
He pulled out Pidge's phone, holding it at arm's length as they all posed for pictures. Takashi then posed, rather heroically in his opinion, for the mural. The entire experience was more than what Takashi expected, saving the pictures so Pidge could later edit them into a slideshow for when Lance returned.
The truth of Lance not being present was still a hurt to everyone's souls, and every quintant that passed where he didn't reappear only made his absence more prominent. Pidge had the idea of documenting the places and people they saved, for when Lance returned. Deep down, Takashi knew that it was to make everyone feel better, but he couldn't deny the results.
I’m really sorry this is so late and still not finished but here’s the start of my Valentine’s gift fic for @raphidae as part of the @shance-cafe Valentine gift exchange.
You asked for an au so I present you with a college au with a Valentine theme twist. I really hope you enjoy it, and the rest will be up asap.
Hello!!! Sorry for the delay but we're getting the first Movie Night up and running right now!!! We're going to be watching Spirited Away today!!! If you can't make it to this one, no worries we're hosting another one on Wednesday 8/01 !!! I’ll be starting the movie at around 5:10 eastern time due to the delay/sudden reminder!!! Thank you!!
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