I wrote this a while ago but never published it, it works for todays prompt for the @shancesupportsquad day 1 prompt for the shance support week however so I gave it a quick polish and here it is. I hope I’ll be able to write something for every day.
“Shiro it’s time to get up,” Lance grumbled, patting his boyfriends solid, muscular forearm that was locked around his waist trapping him in bed.
Behind Shiro groaned and buried his face into the curve of Lance's neck, his hot breath ticking Lance's ear. Lance squirmed and chewed on his lips, biting back a moan. He took a deep breath, composing himself before he tried again.
“Shiro, come on!” Lance said smartly, smacking the other man's arm again. He knew Shiro was awake, and that he was simply happy, content and reluctant to leave the warm embracing comfort of the bed and being curled up with his lover. It wasn't as if Lance was cruelly trying to kick him out of bed when he was so comfortable, but they had training exercises and an important mission today, so someone had to be firm.
No one would ever believe Lance if he told them Shiro was the one that refused to get up in the morning. That Shiro was the one who liked to snuggle and steal all the blankets, and that he was the one who clung to Lance like a koala refusing to let go, making them both late.
“You know the deal,” Shiro muttered thickly, his voice groggy and muffled against Lance's neck. He squeezed Lance tighter.
Lance flushed and wriggled in Shiro's arms reminded of the state he'd been in last night, how he'd allowed his worries and insecurities get the better of him and how it had led him to Shiro’s bed. They didn't always share a bed, choosing to keep their relationship 'professional' while they still had to defend the universe and defeat Zarkon, but there were some nights where they just needed each other.
“It's fine, I'm fine, it's no big deal,” Lance said quickly, still trying to escape Shiro's arms.
“Three good things about yourself, that's the rule,” Shiro yawned. He pulled Lance closer, his lips smiling against the other man's neck, tickling him.
Lance tried to twist away one last time, but Shiro grip was firm. “Ok fine,” he huffed letting himself be drawn back into Shiro’s embrace.
Shiro's smile against his neck grew, big and smug. Lance scowled.
“I...um...I have pretty eyes, I guess,” Lance supplied weakly after a moment of thought.
Shiro kissed the back of his neck. “Try again,” he commanded.
“Ok. I have the prettiest, bluest eyes out of anyone in the whole universe, better?” Lance quipped his face going red as he echoed a compliment Shiro had given him a hundred times before.
“Glad you agree. Next,” Shiro whispered with another kiss.
“I am a good shot. I’m a valuable member of the team.”
“Hmm, you always have our backs, our eagle-eyed sharpshooter,” Shiro purred nuzzling Lance’s neck just behind his ear where Shiro knew he was sensitive. Lance gave a soft whimper his body melting against Shiro’s.
“One more,” Shiro whispered into his ear sending a bolt of electricity through Lance.
“I’m a good friend. I'm supportive, and I make people happy,” Lance said confidently.
“Good,” Shiro smiled against his neck again kissing the spot lovingly. He squeezed Lance tight and didn’t let go.
“Shiro we have to get up now,” Lance wheedled squirming around in Shiro’s arms until he was able to roll over and face him. Shiro was wide awake his eyes bright with mirth and love. Lance scowled.
“Takashi we need to go,” Lance urged using his final weapon, Shiro’s first name.
Shiro’s grey eyes widened, a flush lighting his cheeks, then he smirked.
“Now I'm definitely not letting you go,” he grinned quickly flipping them over so Lance was on his back and he was able to pin the other man to the bed. Lance let out an indignant squawk that was muffled by a kiss.
Thought I’d collect all of my entries in one place, make ‘em easier to find. All of them will be uploaded onto AO3 and tagged accordingly :)
March 26th - Build Me Up: Our Night Together
March 27th - Is This Right?:
March 28th - Hold My Hand:
March 29th - On Your Side:
March 39th - Give Me Love:
March 31st - Right Hand Man:
April 1st - Free Day:
Thanks to the guys over on @shancesupportsquad for organising this!!!
thank you so much everyone who liked and reblogged yesterdays post ;3; I’m so happy that you enjoyed it. Here’s day 2 for @shancesupportsquad support week. I hope you enjoy it.
“Is this right?” Shiro asked stiffly, his mouth barely moving as he spoke. The face mask was drying on his skin. He could feel it tightening and pulling. He was afraid that if he moved too much, it would crack and all go wrong.
“Its perfect, Shiro, don't worry. It's just a face mask. Now, all we need to do is sit down and relax,” Lance said soft and soothing. He sucked in a slow, deep breath and let it out in a long sigh as he sank down to perch on the edge of his bed.
“Right,” Shiro muttered. He glanced around the room but, again, daren't turn his head too much in case the mask fell off.
Where should he sit? This was Lance's room and while the other man had invited him here and told him to make himself comfortable, he just couldn't.
He was only here because Lance had insisted he needed to pamper himself and unwind for five minutes, and that a nice exfoliating mask would help ease away some of the tension he kept pent up. Shiro didn't believe it for a moment, but he was here so he could at least say he'd tried, and because he couldn't say no to Lance's smile.
Shiro glanced towards the bed, where Lance sat right in the middle, his legs spread so Shiro would have no other option than to sit beside him (close, too close) if he wanted to sit there. Lance was wearing his favourite paladin pyjamas, the robe gaping open and threatening to slip off his shoulders. The fact he wore the shirt and pants underneath it did little too ease Shiro's racing heart. He could not sit next to Lance when he was in a state of almost undress.
There was only one alternative. Gingerly, and making sure that he didn't move his head too much, Shiro lowered himself to the floor, sitting right in the middle of the room. He sat with his back perfectly straight, shoulders pulled back, and his chin held high. Every line of his body thrummed with tension. He looked as if he were awaiting his execution rather than enjoying a relaxing spa session.
Lance bit his lip and tried not to laugh.
“Shiro, come here,” Lance beckoned him. “Sit in front of me, with your back facing me."
Shiro stared at him for a moment and the space on the floor between his legs Lance wanted him to occupy.
No way. For the first time since he got here, Shiro was grateful for the thick layer of gunk on his face. It hid his blush perfectly.
But Lance continued to watch him expectantly with a quirked eyebrow that suggested he would come over and take matters into his own hands if Shiro did not comply.
Shiro wasn't sure which option was worse, but as they say better the devil you know. If he went over of his own volition then at least he would have a slightly better idea of what to expect. All he had to do was sit in front of Lance, although he couldn't even begin to guess why Lance wanted him to sit there.
Robotically Shiro rose to his feet and moved over to the bed. There he did a sharp about-turn that would have made Iverson proud and then he knelt on the floor just as gingerly, and stiffly as he had before.
“Closer. Don't be shy,” Lance commanded a touch of exasperation to his voice. He grabbed Shiro's shoulders and yanked him back, forcing Shiro to sit with his back against the bed and his head dangerously close to Lance's stomach.
Lance's legs closed around him, his knees pressing against Shiro's shoulders. Behind him Shiro felt Lance shuffle forward, pressing closer.
Too close. This felt far too intimate, even with his long legs wrapped in the blue flannel pyjamas Shiro was far too aware of their warmth coiled around him, and the muscles of Lance's thighs squeezing him. His face grew hot beneath the face mask, making him sweat. Was it supposed to make him sweat? Shiro was afraid to ask.
“Now, relax,” Lance said firmly, his hands pressed down on Shiro's shoulders and began to knead the tense muscles.
‘Oh, so that's all he wanted to do,’ Shiro thought to himself some of the tension already melting away as Lance's nimble fingers worked their magic.
‘I can do this.’ Shiro closed his eyes. It was just a massage, barely, more a shoulder rub than anything else. He tried not to focus on the fact that the man giving it to him was pressed close, and that the only thing between them was the suddenly far too thin pyjamas they both wore.
Shiro shivered, his thoughts getting the better of him and Lance's hands helped them on their way. Lance's hands were granting him pure bliss, and Shiro really did try not to think of how he'd been imaging those hands elsewhere on his body recently.
He couldn't help the small moan that rolled passed his lips.
Lances hands stopped for a moment, then squeezed.
Shiro's eyes snapped open. “I...shit... I’m sorry,” he tried to get up, to run away but Lance's grip was firm, pushing him back down. Slowly Shiro tilted his head back looking up at Lance.
The other man leaned over him with a grin that was almost predatory.
“There?” He asked, smirking he repeated the motion that made Shiro let slip that sound.
Shiro's eye fluttered closed again, and another soft moan slipped passed his lips. His head fell back, pillowed against Lance’s stomach.
“There, now you're relaxed,” Lance said triumphantly. He pressed down hard again, kneading a particularly stubborn knot of tension with his thumb.
Shiro chewed his lip and tried to hold back any further moans.
“Come on Shiro, don't hold it in. It's just us here, so you don't have to be quiet. Let it all out,” Lance crooned. His words sounded so suggestive that heat pooled in Shiro's stomach, even though Lance had probably only meant them innocently. Lance was just trying to get Shiro to relax and unwind, that was all.
He was going to hell, Shiro was certain. But after this, he would gladly fall there without a single care.
It was some time later when Shiro came to his senses again. His head had fallen against Lance’s thigh, his cheek leaving a splodge of the green goo on Lance’s pant leg. He must have dozed off but Lance hadn't woken him, and his hands now moved almost lazily across the broad expanse of Shiro's shoulders. There was not a single knot of tension left in his body.
“Sorry,” he mumbled against Lance’s leg. He barely had the strength or the willpower to lift his head. He wanted to stay here, like this.
“It's ok. It'll wash out,” Lance hummed, his fingers still rubbing Shiro's shoulders in slow, soothing circles.
“And speaking of washing out, we should wash these masks off now,” Lance announce, patting Shiro's shoulders once Lance withdrew his hands and sat back. Shiro only just managed not to groan at the loss.
“Ok.” Shiro got to his feet, feeling lighter and more limber than he had in a long time as if Lance's hands had worked their magic over every limb.
On his feet, Shiro turned around and offered his hand to Lance.
Lance smiled up at him, hesitating for a moment before taking the offered hand. Shiro pulled him to his feet and allowed his hand to linger in Lance's for a few moments longer than was needed.
Lance didn't pull away either.
“So how often do you do this?” Shiro asked conversationally as they ambled to the bathroom.
“Well I use various masks and things on my face every day, but I do this intense mask once a week, so if you want to join next time,” Lance answered, leaving the offer open.
Shiro perked up at those words.
“I'll think about it,” he promised, not wanting to sound too eager. But his mind was already made up.
Here’s my submission for @shancesupportsquad shance support week. This one is a bit rushed because I spent most of today writing for tomorrows prompt before I realised my mistake. So yeah...here’s a very quick drabble for todays prompt, at least I made it in time orz
“Lance, are you there?” Shiro knocked lightly on the door, knowing full well Lance was in his room but giving the other man the opportunity to ignore him and pretend he wasn't if he wanted to.
“Go away.” Lance's voice was muffled, but unmistakable. Shiro bit his lip to stop himself from grinning because he really shouldn't be finding this so amusing, but Lance was just too adorable.
“I'm coming in,” he announced, opening the door without any further warning.
“Noooo,” Lance yelled weakly, but he did nothing to stop Shiro, and Shiro stepped into the room without any resistance.
The room was dark, so it took his eyes a few moments to adjust and make out the lump of blankets on the bed.
“Lance,” he called softly shuffling carefully across the room over to the bed.
The lump of blankets moved, the form beneath them curling up tighter, burying himself deeper. Shiro heard another groan and some unintelligible words that sounded like a weak attempt at 'go away'.
Shiro perched on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on the lump. He had no idea what part of Lance he was touching, but a gentle squeeze told him it was probably a leg.
Lance didn't try to roll away, so Shiro shuffled closer.
“Are you ok?” He asked softly, rubbing Lance's leg through the blanket.
“My life is over,” Lance groaned miserably.
Again Shiro had to bite his lip to stop himself from smiling and to hold back the laugh that threatened to bubble up from his chest.
“It wasn't that bad,” Shiro tried tentatively, “the Queen was very understanding.”
“I accidentally proposed to her, and then I had to take it back and explain to her that I'm in love with someone else. I've probably insulted her and caused some interstellar incident. They're not going to take Voltron seriously now or want to ally with us. How is that not bad?” Lance ranted from the blanket cocoon he refused to come out of. He pulled the blankets tighter around himself after he finished speaking.
“Granted it wasn't the best first impression, but Allura managed to smooth things over.” Shiro tugged gently at the edge of the blankets, searching for an opening.
“Can I come in? It's a bit difficult to have a conversation with a lump of blankets.”
Lance was silent for a moment, and he didn't move, but after a few moments of consideration the lump under the blankets uncurled and Lance released his death grip allowing Shiro to slip under them with him.
It was dark and stiflingly hot under the blankets, and although he couldn't see anything (Lance pulled the blankets tightly around them again the moment he was under), Shiro would recognise his lovers silhouette anywhere, no matter how dark it was.
Shiro ran his fingers along Lance's cheeks, cupping his face in his hands he pulled him close.
“Hey,” Shiro breathed softly, his hot breath ghosting over Lance's face.
“Hey,” Lance mumbled, nuzzling Shiro's hand.
“So on a scale of one to ten how badly is my life over?” Lance asked with a heavy sigh.
Shiro laughed and placed a quick, solid kiss on his lips.
“Well, the good news is the Queen really didn't take any offence to you retracting the proposal. After Allura explained everything she found it quite sweet actually.”
Lance grumbled and tucked his head against Shiro's chest.
“The bad news...” Shiro said carefully. Lance twitched and tensed against him.
“She thought it was so sweet she wants to throw arrange a wedding for us, tomorrow.”
“What?” Lance gasped leaning back his blue eyes wide and shimmering in the darkness beneath the blankets.
“And Allura kinda agreed, you know to smooth things over.”
“Seriously?” Lance wheezed. Shiro rubbed his thumb along Lance's cheek and pulled him close again, pressing another kiss to his lips.
“It's just for show,” he whispered against the other man's lips. He felt Lance pout.
“But I wanted our wedding day to be….not this,” Lance groaned. His arms snaked around Shiro's waist, and he snuggled close.
“My mom won't even be there. If she ever finds out I got married without her being there she'll kill me,” he mumbled into the crook of Shiro's neck.
Shiro's wrapped his arms around Lance, holding him close he rubbed small, soothing circles against the others back. “We'll do it properly when we get back,” he promised, pressing a kiss to the top of Lance's head.
“Really?” Lance asked, his voice small and hopeful.
“Really. I love you, Lance,” Shiro whispered.
“I love you too,” Lance whispered back.
“Can we just….stay here until we leave this planet?” Lance pleaded after a moment of silence.
Shiro laughed, his chest shaking against Lance.
“Sorry, but apparently we have to attend a grand feast now to celebrate the engagement.”
Lance groaned again and curled up against him.
Well, it was a feast in their honour, for their wedding. Shiro supposed they could be a little late. He curled around Lance and held him tight.
so here’s the prompt I accidentally wrote yesterday for @shancesupportsquad shance support week orz, but hey at least I didn’t have to do too much work on it today
Shiro never held any particular fondness for his prosthesis. Sure it came in useful and was a powerful weapon, but even so, he felt a certain aversion towards it considering where it came from, and what it represented. He always thought he'd be glad to get rid of it one day. Now, after only two days without his right arm, he was beginning to miss it painfully.
The lack of balance was bad enough, he still hadn't adjusted to its absence and felt completely lopsided. He'd lost count of the number of doorways he'd walked into, or the people he hit with his shoulder because everything was off centre and he no longer felt he was in his own body. Everyday tasks, tasks he’d taken for granted before, were much harder. Getting dressed alone was a challenge, forget bathing himself, feeding himself or pilot his lion.
He couldn’t even hold his own against a stupid training droid.
Shiro let out a cry as he was sent flying by a well-aimed swing of the droids staff that caught him in the chest. He skidded across the training room floor and struggled to right himself, trying to catch himself with his right arm only to remember it wasn’t there anymore. He crumpled awkwardly to the floor, landing hard on his right side with another cry.
The droid advanced on Shiro its staff raised ready to strike the deciding blow.
“End training sequence!”
Shiro glared towards the door, his throat tightening as he saw Lance there. “Don’t interrupt, Lance!” He snapped, humiliation making his words sharp. No one could see him like this. What would they think of him?
“Begin training-”
“End training sequence!” Lance yelled over Shiro, his tone louder and more commanding. The droid listened to him and did not move.
Lance marched into the room, moving towards Shiro with purpose ignoring the warning glare the other man was shooting at him.
“Shiro, you're bleeding,” he gasped, coming to a stop as he took in the sight of Shiro's bloody left hand, the knuckles all cut up.
Shiro struggled to his feet, refusing to look at Lance. He pressed his bloody hand to his chest and growled low in his throat when he couldn't wrap his right hand around it to hide it.
“My left arm is pathetic,” he grumbled under his breath. How could he fight when his body was so weak? How had it taken him so long to notice how weak he truly was? Without his right arm, without the strength it gave him, he was nothing.
“Did you try...to punch the droid?” Lance asked carefully glancing at Shiro's injured hand, and then at the frozen robot and the streak of blood on its chest plate.
“How else am I supposed to fight?” Shiro spat. He wiped his hand on his shirt to get rid of the worst of the blood. Good enough.
“Now if you don't mind, I need to train some more, and I don't need you interfering.” Shiro turned to face the droid, ready for the next round.
Lance huffed and stood between them before Shiro could give the command to start it up again.
“Shiro, with or without your arm you're still our best, and most experienced fighter. You know that right, and we're a team,” Lance said defiantly, his feet planted firmly. He wasn't going to move.
“But I'm the leader. What kind of leader can't even beat a training robot?” Shiro gestured to the frozen droid with his left arm, his voice cracking with emotion.
Lance looked at him, his blue eyes hard. Then he let out a heavy sigh, his gazed lowered and his expression softening.
“Shiro, you don't expect Pidge to be able to take out a group of soldiers by herself right?” Lance asked evenly.
“What? No, of course not.”
Lance nodded and stepped away towards the wall where a selection of weapons hung.
“Right. Pidge is great at sneaking in and dealing with tech stuff. If she can sneak on them undetected then she can probably handle maybe four or five on her own, and if she can hack into their systems then it's an easy win for her, but if there are too many, or if she's spotted then she's going to need back up.” Lance reasoned. He picked up one of the staves, weighed it in his hand and then put it back, rejecting it.
“And Hunk is basically our tank. That lion of his can take a lot of damage, and he can blast through a whole wall of enemies to clear a path for us, but if too many gang up on him and he's surrounded then he's going to need our help.” Lance picked up another staff, weighed it again and seemed satisfied with it. He kept it.
Shiro listened to him, saying nothing. He had no idea what Lance was getting at.
“And, I don't mean to brag, but I happen to be a really great shot you know,” Lance shot a grin over his shoulder that showed off a flash of white teeth. Shiro felt the corner of his lips twitch.
“I can pick off enemies from a distance before they have a chance to get to you guys, but if I'm spotted, or the enemy gets too close then I'm not much good, and I'm going to need you guys to save me.” He picked up a second staff from the wall.
“And Keith's recklessness can be pretty useful sometimes. He's fearless so he jumps into things that the rest of us might be too cautious of and try to avoid. He can handle most things on his own, but when he gets in over his head, then he's going to need us to pull him back and stop him from doing something stupid that might get him killed.”
Lance seemed happy with what he'd picked out, so he walked back towards Shiro, a staff in each hand.
“Even Allura and Coran with all their Altean magic and super strength and what not need help sometimes, so why do you think you are the only one that has to do it alone?” Lance demanded pointing one of the staves at Shiro accusingly.
Shiro baulked and took a step back. “That's not...” he floundered.
“Losing your arm for a few days doesn't stop you from fighting, but it does mean you have to make some adjustments, like all of us have to when something unexpected happens, and we can't work to our strength like we might want to.” Lance smiled and held the staff out to Shiro for him to take, no longer brandishing it quite so accusingly.
Gingerly Shiro accepted the staff. It was short then the ones the usually trained with and a little lighter, but it still had enough weight to be useful and being shorter it would be easier to wield with one hand.
Lance gripped the other staff with both hands and took up a ready stance beside Shiro, standing on his right.
“Beginning training sequence, level two,” Lance commanded.
The droid attacked them. Lance caught the blow and blocked it giving Shiro an opening to swing for the droid. Of course, even at level two, it wouldn't be that easy. The droid was quick and nibble, and it jumped out of the range of Shiro's short staff effortlessly. Shiro snarled, and Lance was grinning his teeth bared. They moved together, advancing on the droid.
The fight was tough, even with the short staff. Fighting with one arm was awkward and difficult. Shiro had to be even more aware of his surrounds, where the droid was, and where Lance was. But throughout the fight Lance stuck to his right side, focusing on blocking and deflecting the attacks Shiro couldn't pick up, and never once taking any of the blows Shiro could handle on his own.
Lance's strength wasn't in close range combat, but he could hold his own enough to block and avoid getting hit. As soon as Shiro realised the young man wasn't babying him or trying to protect him, they fell into a comfortable rhythm that allowed them to work together to take down the droid.
It took longer than it ordinarily would have, but with Lance on his right, it was almost as if he had his arm back and finally Shiro was able to deal the winning blow. The droid stopped and fell through the dark hole in the floor disappearing from view.
“Phew, we won!” Lance yelled victoriously and for the first time since his arm was damaged Shiro smiled.
They'd won. They'd defeated the droid together, and Shiro hadn't been a burden. He had to adjust his fighting style, and his blows weren't as powerful, but with Lance fighting alongside him as his right hand, he'd done it.
“We won,” he agreed with a small chuckle.
“Want to go again? We could try level three?” Lance said with a challenging grin, twirling the staff in his hands.
“You're on.” Shiro adjusted his grip on the short staff and grinned.
“Like I said, your plan is too dangerous Keith,” Lance ground out between gritted teeth for what felt like the hundredth time. Keith wasn't listening.
“It's not dangerous if you have the skill to see it through,” Keith challenged his hands clenched into tight fists because Lance didn't understand dammit, he could do this.
“Even for you, this is risky. You're not indestructible!”
“I don't need you to tell me what I can and can't do, Lance.” Keith spat taking a step forward invading the others personal space and getting right up in his face.
Lance snarled his own hands curling into fists.
“That's enough!” Shiro commanded, stepping between them a hand on each of their chests. He'd hoped the two of them could have sorted this amicably, but they were beyond that now. He had to step in.
Lance froze, but Keith pushed against his hand for a moment before backing down. They continued to glare at each other.
“Lance is right. It's too dangerous,” Shiro said sternly, shooting Keith a sharp look.
“What?!” Keith spluttered taking a step back. He looked up at Shiro with an expression akin to betrayal. Shiro felt Lance flinch in surprise against his other hand.
The others, who'd all been pretending they weren't watching the fight between Lance and Keith, turned their full attention to the three men.
Keith bristled. “You're just saying that because you're fucking him now,” he spat.
“What? We haven't even-its none of your business!” Lance almost choked, his face flushing a hot red.
“Keith! This had nothing to do with my relationship with Lance or what we might get up to in the privacy of our rooms. Your plan places all of the risk on your shoulders. We can't accept that, we're a team, so we're going to work together, now everyone get ready to depart. We're leaving in five," Shiro dropped his hands and stepped back, silently praying that the two men would listen and not try to fight each other again.
Keith glared at them both before turning sharply on his heel and stalking off to his ship.
“Ok team, to your lions!” Shiro commanded. Hunk, Pidge, and even Allura jumped and turned away, running off with their heads bowed acting as if they hadn't seen a thing.
Lance scampered after them quickly, before Shiro could say anything to him. As he left Shiro could see the tips of his ears were still burning red.
Shiro sighed and pulled his fingers through the tuft of white hair. He'd have a word with them after the mission was over.
-
Following the team focused plan, which allowed them all to contribute and play to their strength, the mission was an easy win. They didn't even need to form Voltron.
The team returned to the castle with no injuries, and barely any new scratches on their lions. Even Keith's small Galra ship returned unscathed.
“Shiro?” Lance called out to him after they'd got out of their lions and were heading back to the bridge. There was no one else around.
“Thanks, for having my back back there. I mean I know Keith has the skill, and he could have probably handled that on his own, but it was just too-" Lance was cut off by Shiro's hand landing on his shoulder.
“Lance, I will always be on your side. You make me a better man, and I trust your judgement,” he said with a sincere smile, giving Lance's shoulder a firm squeeze. Even after their success, Lance was hung up on the fact Shiro had sided with him and not Keith as if he hadn't expected it even though it was obvious to everyone he was right.
“Oh, right, it's just..” Lance flushed, stuttering. Shiro smiled his hand moving from Lance's shoulder to the back of his neck to pull him in for a chaste kiss.
They were interrupted by the sharp sound of Keith clearing his throat.
“Sorry to interrupt, but uh, can I talk to Lance? Please,” he coughed, his gaze fixed firmly off to the side so as not to intrude on their intimate moment more than he already had.
Shiro took a step back, his hand sliding from Lance's neck. “Of course,” he shot Lance a reassuring smile before walking ahead leaving the two of them alone.
“I just wanted to say I'm sorry, for what I said earlier,” Keith said quickly before Lance could say anything and start another argument.
“It's not like I disapprove of you and Shiro or anything. You make him happy, and I'm glad for that. And you were right, about the mission, I was just being cocky..” Keith trailed off his hands balling into fists again as he struggled to find the words. It wasn't as if he didn't have faith in their abilities, far from it, he just wanted to protect them.
“Keith, you're still a part of the team you know. You don't have to be in a lion to fight with us,” Lance smiled and moved towards Keith throwing his arm around the other man's shoulders.
“And you know Red was really happy to fight with you today, she was so excited and so proud of you.”
A low rumble from Red echoed around the hanger. Keith laughed.
“Thanks, Red, and thank you, Lance,” he smiled sheepishly at the other Paladin.
“Don't mention it. You really should come back more often, I know you're off being all cool super ninja spy with the blade, but we miss having you around.”
Keith laughed again. “Ninja spy? What is it you think I do with the blade?”
“I dunno. Cool stuff secret stuff,” Lance shrugged. They both laughed.
Shiro watched them from a distance. He loved Lance, and he loved Keith, both were precious and irreplaceable to him, and now that he was dating Lance dating he would likely, more often than not, be on Lance's side when it came to arguments between the two men unless Lance was wrong.
But he hoped, more than anything, the two people he cared about the most would keep getting along, so he didn't have to pick sides.
DAY 5 IS FINALLY HERE. This is way longer then everything else which is why it took so long to get here. Day 6 should be up later tonight for real though. Enjoy some cute witchy, sappy love stuff with Shiro and Lance, and I hope you enjoy!
