Here at Shance Cafe we hope you’re all having a good time as we get ready for a new season of Voltron. We are both excited and terrified of things to come and while we hope to maybe get a slice of Shance Pie, we gotta keep it real and do what we do best during trying and dry times... that is, GIVE SHANCE THE LOVE IT DESERVES.
This is why we’re more than happy to present our second Shance event of 2018!!
SHANCE SUMMER DAYS!!
This Event will run from June 21st-Aug 8th 2018
That’s 7 weeks of Shance * ^ *!!!
Each week will have two different themes to chose from (and we’ve added some suggestions to help you too!) relating to Shance enjoying the summer
The event is open to everyone in the fandom and will run simultaneously on tumblr, discord, and twitter.
Shance Summer Days will run on a week by week basis so people have an entire week to create something for that week’s theme/s.
Participation is completely voluntary and people can participate as much or as little as they want
Shance Cafe will reblog Summer Days submissions to the blog so people can view all of the content in one place.
Types of content: Art, fic, drabbles, paper craft, headcanons, playlists, moodboards, edits, cosplay, food recipes, and anything else you can think of!!
Make sure to tag your posts with: #shancesummer #shancecafe so we can easily find and sort posts related to the event
EVENT SCHEDULE
(Shoutout to Everyone in the Cafe Discord for helping to come up with the list of prompts/ideas! <3)
Week 1 - 21 June - 27 Hune:
Vacation - Summer Camp | Summer comic cons
Party time - Beach party | Pool party
Week 2 - 28 June - 4 July:
Fun and Games - Amusement Parks | Fairs/Carnivals | Water fights
Water Games - Sailing | Pedal boats | Jet ski rides |Wake boarding | Ski boats |
Surfing
Week 3 - 5 July - 11 July:
Festivals - Music Festivals | Summer Festivals | Festivals
Show your colours - Pride Parade | Parades
Week 4 - 12 July - 18 July:
The Great outdoors - Road trip | Camping | Hiking | Going to the dunes | Dog park/regular park
Weather/Climate - Summer Storms | Summer Rain | Heatwave | Midnight Sun | Beat the heat
Week 6 - 26 July - 01 August:
Fun in the Sun - Sunburn | Sunscreen | Tanlines | Sunbathing
After dark - Streaking | Skinny dipping | Strip games (to beat the heat) | night time swimming
Week 7 - 02 August - 08 August:
Sights and Sounds - Fireworks | Bonfires | Fireflies
No time to play - Summer Job | Lifeguard | Summer School
Finally I have something for week 1 of @shance-cafe summer shance event [info here] . So for week 1 I went for party, specifically pool party. After writing this I decided to write this as a multi chapter summer fic, because I have an idea for a future chapter that can go along with this so why not. So here is the star of Lance’s best summer ever, he has a new neighbour, and oh no, he’s hot!
[read on ao3]
Lance had a new neighbour. Although he hadn’t seen the guy once in the two weeks it’s been since he moved in, Lance knew he was there.
First, he heard him move in at one in the morning. There was some effort to keep quiet on the new neighbours part, voices kept low and hushed, doors shut as quietly as was possible, but there wasn’t much that could be done to mute the rumble of the truck’s engine, or the loud curse when the man dropped what sounded like a box of china on his driveway.
It disturbed Lance’s beauty sleep, but being the generous soul that he is, he let it slide. After all, as any decent person would do, Lance was sure the new neighbour will drop by soon enough to introduce himself and apologise for the late night move in (he must have his reasons), so Lance shoved the earplugs deeper into his ears and went back to sleep.
But that wasn’t the end of those late night noises. It seemed the man was moving in bit by bit, always late at night. He only ever seemed to move in a few boxes at a time, so the disruption was over quickly, and he did try to stay quiet, but his driveway is right by Lance’s bedroom, and the rumble of the engine woke him every time.
And the man still hasn't been over to introduce himself.
So Lance took matters into his own hands. He marched across the driveway and knocked on his neighbour's door, a home cooked pie in hand. Perhaps the guy was too busy with the move, or maybe just shy, so it’s up to Lance to make the first move, welcome him to the neighbourhood and maybe drop a subtle hint that the late night move-ins are a little disruptive.
The man did not answer.
Faced with no other choice, Lance left the pie on his new neighbour's doorstep, along with a note. At the very least the guy will return his dish when he’s finished the pie. Right?
It’s been a week since Lance left the pie, and not a peep or even a thank you from his neighbour, and now the guy had the audacity to hold a pool party and not invite Lance, his neighbour.
Lance was furious. The inconsiderate, late-night disruptions were one thing, but to be completely ignored and then not invited to a party was a huge insult. Lance was pretty sure he hadn’t done anything to offend the man (he hadn’t even had the chance), and maybe the guy didn’t like the pie, but that was no reasons not to invite him to his party.
Refusing to take the insult lying down, Lance threw on his best party outfit (shorts that showed off his long, toned legs, and his favourite crop top). He took some extra time with his skincare and hair, making sure he looked his best before strutting over to his neighbour's house. It’s not the first time Lance has crashed a party.
The door was wide open, inviting, the house and garden full of music, people and lively chatter. Lance recognised several of his neighbours. In fact, it seemed that the entire street had been invited. Everyone, except for Lance.
He made his way through the house, taking note of the minimal decorations and personal touches, telling him absolutely nothing about its inhabitant. Most of the party was out in the garden, a barbeque going that everyone was milling around.
The pool was empty. The water glistened in the bright sunlight, perfectly clear.
‘What a waste,’ Lance thought to himself. The sun was blazing hot, and the pool looked so enticing, but no one seemed brave enough to be the first to take the plunge. Lance would have had he not been tempted by the smell of burgers.
Lance knew, at the very least, the guy took the pie in. Whether he ate it or threw it out was another matter, but the next step in Lance’s revenge (after crashing the party) was to eat the guy's food. It was rather petty, the food was there for the party guests anyway, but Lance felt a small sense of satisfaction devouring the burger that he wasn’t invited to partake in.
He glanced around, wondering where the host of the party might be. The man flipping burgers at the barbeque was another neighbourhood resident, a guy notorious for taking over the grill at garden parties. So he wasn’t Lance’s new neighbour. Even the people at the drinks table either looked familiar or so awkwardly out of place that it was clear this wasn’t their home.
Lance grabbed himself a beer and flopped down on the nearest garden chair in a huff. How was he supposed to confront his neighbour if he couldn’t even find the guy? Was he avoiding him on purpose? Lance took a big swig of the beer.
“Not enjoying the party?”
A shadow fell over Lance, and he looked up to see a true Adonis standing over him, a bottle of beer in each hand. Chiselled features, a ripped physique and drop-dead gorgeous, he was just the kind of guy Lance loved to find at parties, but he wasn’t in the mood to flirt right now.
“Not really, My nephews sixth birthday party was better,” Lance said flatly before taking another swig of his beer. It was lukewarm, another point against the party.
“Hmm, that’s not really a fair comparison, is it? Kids get to have bouncy castles and clowns and other fun stuff at their parties,” the stranger chuckled.
“Maybe,” Lance took another swig of his almost empty beer, “but there could at least be a game of beer pong, or even pin the tail on the donkey or something.”
The man laughed. “Ok, you do have a point. The entertainment is lacking.” He took a seat next to Lance and held out one of the beers. “Another?”
The lukewarm beer was kinda gross, but Lance would need it to get through this party. He chugged the rest of his beer and took the offered bottle, clicking it against the man's bottle in thanks before downing half of it in one.
“So do you know the guy who lives here?” Lance asked, eyeing the stranger cautiously.
“I know of him.”
The man’s answer was vague enough for Lance to relax. From his answer, it didn’t seem like they were close friends or anything, so it was probably safe for Lance to vent his frustrations to him. Well, he couldn't bite his tongue a moment longer, the lukewarm beer was the final straw.
“You know, I live next door, and I haven’t even seen the guy once since he moved in. Not even a hello.”
“Oh?”
“Right. And this guy has been moving his stuff in at all hours of the night. Sure he tried to keep quiet, but you know his driveway is right by my bedroom.”
“Hmm, that is rather inconsiderate.”
Lance nodded vehemently, taking another swig of his beer before going on. “I figured you know, he’s probably really busy, but he’ll come around later to introduce himself and apologise. But does he? So I go over with a home cooked pie to welcome him to the neighbourhood, and he doesn’t even answer the door.”
“Maybe he wasn’t in?”
“Well sure, maybe. But I left the pie on his doorstep, and he still hasn’t returned my dish, or thanked me for it.”
“Hmm,” the man grumbled in sympathy.
“And to top it all off do you know what,” Lance paused, glancing around conspiringly to make sure no one else was listening. He leaned in closer to the man, his voice low, “he didn’t even invite me to this party, and yet the whole neighbourhood is here! Can you believe that?”
“You didn’t get an invite? But I posted it through your door personally.”
“No, I didn’t, I-wait...you did what…” Lance paled.
The man smiled ruefully and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Shiro, your new neighbour.”
“You...oh my god you are such an asshole, you just let me go off like.” Colour returned to Lance's face, now a shameful red.
Shiro laughed, he didn’t sound in the least offended. “Sorry. I should have said something, but I wanted to hear what you thought of me. I guess I have a lot to apologise for.”
Lance narrowed his eyes at Shiro and kept quiet.
“I meant to come over sooner, but after I moved my stuff in, I got really sick. I was curled up in bed feeling sorry for myself on the day you came over. By the time I got to the door you were already gone, but that pie you left was a godsend. I hadn’t eaten anything all day, and I didn’t have the energy to cook. I probably would have starved without it.”
“After that, I came over a couple of times to return the dish, but you weren’t there. I wanted to thank you in person, so I didn’t leave it on your doorstep.”
“Oh…” Lance took another swig of his beer so he wouldn’t have to say any more, his face still dark with shame.
“And I definitely posted your invite through your door, yours was the first one I delivered, but still, I owe you an apology for the late night move-ins and not introducing myself until now,” he extended his hand to Lance, “can you forgive me?”
Lance stared at his hand for a moment before slowly reaching out for it. He half expected Shiro to crush his fingers in retaliation for all his complaining, but Shiro’s grip was firm and warm.
“I guess when you put it like that I can forgive you,” Lance coughed.
“But now I know what happened to your invite. Princess Blue, my cat, long story, hides anything that gets posted through my door if I don’t manage to get to it first. I think she's trying to protect me from unsolicited junk mail.”
Shiro laughed. He was still holding Lance’s hand even after they shook on it. “Well, I’m glad you came anyway.”
Lance flushed darker.
“Would you like another beer? I have some cold ones in the fridge I’m saving for people I like,” Shiro offered with a hint of something that was almost bashful as if he were afraid Lance might refuse.
“What? You like people who insult you?”
Shiro laughed again. “We’ve shaken on it, that’s all in the past now. Come on.” He got to his feet, pulling Lance with him, dragging him through the throng of people to the kitchen.
After the third, cold beer, Lance was genuinely enjoying the party. Shiro was kind, and funny, and didn’t seem to hold any animosity toward him for his earlier rant. It didn’t hurt that everything about him, from his appearance to his personality, was exactly Lance’s type too, and it may be wishful thinking,
but Lance thinks that Shiro might just be flirting with him.
“How can anyone come to a pool party and not get in the pool?” Lance complained, gazing at the water with longing as they stood by the edge of the pool.
“Why don’t you take a dip?”
“Well I didn’t get my invite, so I didn’t know this was a pool party.”
“You could go and get changed, I promise I won’t end the party while you're gone.”
“I could, but that requires effort,” Lance groaned. It was too hot, and he didn’t want to risk breaking the momentum he’d built with Shiro. What if someone else stole him while he was away?
“Oh well then, I guess you only have one choice.” Lance didn’t hear the warning in Shiro’s voice until it was too late. Suddenly a pair of strong arms swept him off his feet.
“What are you-?” Shiro smirked, and Lance’s eyes widened with realisation. “Don’t you dare!” He shrieked.
Shiro threw him into the pool without a second thought. Lance screamed.
He hit the water with a loud splash, and he could hear Shiro’s laugher even under the water. He surfaced spluttering and coughing, glaring up at Shiro from beneath sopping bangs. “What the hell?”
“Sorry. It’s just, you looked like you really wanted to go in, so I thought I’d give you a push.”
It was a good job Shiro had a cute smile. Lance forgave him immediately.
Shiro crouched down and offered Lance his hand, and maybe Lance’s hadn’t forgiven him completely. He had a better idea.
He grabbed Shiro’s hand and pulled him into the pool.
“Well, I should have seen that coming,” Shiro laughed after breaking the surface. His hair was drenched, the white forelock plastered to his face. His shirt, already tight, clung to him like a second skin and Lance might have made a mistake, but there was no going back now.
He splashed Shiro before the other man could notice him staring. Shiro splashed him right back.
“Water fight!” Someone yelled, and more people jump into the pool. Quickly, it got crowded, and although more people were splashing and playing about in the pool now, no one tried to butt in on their fight, not that they left any room for anyone to join them.
“Ok truce, truce,” Shiro called after several minutes of violent splashing. They were both soaked through, and there was no clear winner to show for it. He pushed himself through the water towards Lance and caught the other man’s wrist to stop him splashing him again.
Lance considered splashing Shiro with his other hand, ignoring the truce, but then he felt Shiro's hand deliberately slip into his own, before lacing their fingers together under the water.
“Do you want to get out and dry off? You can use my bathroom.”
“I only live next door.” Lance squeezed Shiro’s hand and pulled him closer. The water glittered around them, the light reflected sharply off Shiro's chiselled features defining them, and it got caught in Lance's eyes, bringing out the depth of the dark blue, making them sparkle.
Shiro smiled, a smile Lance soon felt against his lips. It was wet and tasted of chlorine and beer.
Happy first day of summer, and happy first day of seven whole weeks of shance summer. We hope you’re having fun imagining all the fun ways shance can spend their summer together and we can’t wait to see what you all come up with. Check out the original post here for the full info on the even and the prompt list, and check out Sky’s adorable comic and kick off post for some sweet shance.
Today is the first day you can start posting for week 1 (vacation/party time) but remember, even if you don’t have something ready today you have a whole week to work on it.
Now to help get you in the mood, and get those ideas flowing, here’s a little story of shance getting ready for their summer.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” Shiro all but tiptoed over to Lance, his voice steady and low so as not to startle the young man who’s half buried in their closet, a pile of clothes and other bits and pieces surrounding him. There is a very easy joke Shiro could make, and it’s on the tip of his tongue, but the sharp line of tension across Lance’s shoulders suggested that he won’t appreciate it.
“Takashi, why is everything you own black?” Lance turned to him, brandishing what looks like one of Shiro’s black sweaters. A brightly coloured lei, that Shiro didn’t even know they owned, hung around his neck. He was also wearing a big straw hat with a floppy brim, and a pair of large sunglasses sat at a crooked angle on his nose.
“Didn’t you say black was my colour?” Shiro nettled with a playful smile. He wasn’t sure what brought about the sudden criticism of his wardrobe choices, but he crouched down next to Lance regardless prepared to face the brunt of it.
Lance huffed and tossed the sweater to the floor. “Black is definitely your colour, but you can’t wear all black to the beach. It’s summer!”
So that was the problem. Shiro grinned as Lance dove back into the closet and continued to rummage through their clothes, tossing various items over his shoulder with increasing sounds of frustration. Nothing’s right.
“What about this? It’s not black,” Shiro said, pulling out a very loud shirt from amongst the pile of black. It’s horrifying mix of blues and purples. Shiro doesn’t remember where it came from, and he’s never worn it because it is so garish, but at least it’s not black.
Lance turned to him with a cold, hard stare. “You can’t be serious.”
Shiro’s grin grew wider, and the threw the shirt on over the black t-shirt he was wearing. He didn’t bother to button it up. Leaning forward he carefully lifts the sunglass off Lance’s face, and he puts those on too.
“There. Now I’m beach ready.”
Lance was still staring at him as if he’d lost his mind, and he no longer had the glasses to protect him against the full horror of the shirt. “You look ridiculous,” he deadpanned.
Shiro gasped, grabbed the brim of Lance’s hat, and yanked it down over his face.
Lance spluttered, his hands swinging blindly trying to swat Shiro away.
“So are you saying you don’t want to be seen with me like this?” Shiro asked before letting go of the brim of Lance’s hat.
The other man stilled for a moment, the hat still pulled down over his face. Slowly he lifted a hand and pushing the hat up before answering. “I didn’t say that.” He crawled across the floor to Shiro and knelt between the other man’s legs, his hands either side of his hips. Lance leaned forward, brushing a kiss against soft, familiar lips that Shiro returned with a gentle press.
He pulled back, meeting Shiro with a hangdog expression. Shiro smiled and opened his arms invitingly. Lance fell into them, curling up with Shiro on the floor, safe in the other man’s embrace.
“I just want this vacation to be perfect,” he muttered into the crook of Shiro’s neck, his lips tickling the sensitive skin behind Shiro’s ear.
“I know, and as long as I’m with you, it will be.”
Lance blew a sound like a raspberry through his lips, against Shiro’s neck, and Shiro laughed so hard the sunglasses fell off.
“We don’t even have a proper plan or itinerary yet except ‘go to the beach’. It’s summer, we should be planning all sorts of things, barbeques, pool parties, hiking trips.”
“There’s only so much we can do in one summer,” Shiro teased. Part of the reason they hadn’t made solid plans yet was that Lance wanted to do everything, and couldn’t decide what, out of all their options, he wanted to the most. Lance groaned and fell heavier into Shiro’s arms, a dead weight.
“You know, I bet in other universes we have all sorts of plans. We might be planning to visit a festival, or maybe we’re going surfing. We could even be going shopping to get you a new wardrobe.”
“Hmm, maybe, but you know, no matter what we’re doing in those other universes, this one is my favourite.”
“Oh. Why’s that?”
“Because I still get to make all those plans with you.”
Lance huffed and rolled his eyes. “But we won’t get to go anywhere at this rate.”
“Then maybe you can finally decide if you’d rather go to that music festival, or the hiking tour,” Shiro reminded him.
Lance scowled. “Ok fine. We’ll finalise some plans tonight. And for my first decision, I’m telling you, that shirt has to go!”
Shiro laughed and pulled Lance in for another kiss.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/7
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Lance/Shiro (Voltron)
Characters: Shiro (Voltron), Lance (Voltron)
Additional Tags: shance, shance summer
Summary:
Lance has a new neighbour, and oh no, he's hot. After a bit of a rocky start, that culminates in Lance being thrown in a pool the two hit it off. Lance is about to have the best and hottest summer of his life, with his hot new neighbour Shiro.
- Shiro and Lance go on a date to the town fair. At least, they hope it's a date, neither of them have actually called it a date...
Here’s the fic for week 2 for the @shance-cafe summer event.
I think I may have skipped a few weeks posting here, but chapter 6 for the @shance-cafe shance summer days is up. This one is more spicy compared to the other chapters :3c
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Happy shance summer, I am a little late for week 3 of @shance-cafe summer of shance, but here’s an update at least. Hopefully I will be able to catch up by the end of week 4.
