Sheith Positivity Day Three
Share your favorite AU work you’ve made
Now, y’all probably think you know what I’m gonna say here. And tbh, it wouldn’t be wrong. But there is an AU that I love just a wee bit more than the rest, and that’s Starboy and Sugartits: A Love Story.
I literally thought of the idea on a 11 hour drive from Dallas back home after four straight days of partying with my best friend at Pride, and three Monsters. That next day I cranked out what was then my third ever Sheith offering for the archive and to this day it is still one of my favorites.
Is it the most realistic one shot? No. I realize you can’t see someone making eyes at your from across a darkened bar, and I know no one is really out here dropping that kinda money on tips.
But it was one of the best times I have had writing anything, which is what makes it my favorite AU I’ve done!
You’re a fine specimen looking for a job, and we’re looking for a hot, flaming bartender. Honestly, Shiro, my man. You were born to work at Voltron.
Lance’s words echoed through Shiro’s mind as he stood in front of the bar in the middle of the afternoon, wondering if he might be able to back out of the interview his best friend had setup for him. Sorry, not just any bar. Garrison strip’s number one gay bar where you come for cheap booze and expensive entertainment, Lance’s voice annoyingly corrected him.
He’d known the lanky 20-something since he’d moved to the neighborhood when he was four and his mothers had setup a playdate with Shiro’s mom. The first meeting had ended with Lance crying after the then seven-year-old Shiro had clamped a hand over the boy’s mouth in an attempt to get him to stop talking.
Now that he thought about it, not much had changed aside from the fact that now Lance would just lick his hand in retaliation and continue on whatever verbal tirade he’d been on. Shiro sighed loudly as he scrubbed the metal of his prosthetic hand down his face, enjoying the way the coolness of it felt against his sun-kissed skin. He’d only been standing outside for about 15 minutes waiting for his best friend, but in the heat of the desert, 15 minutes felt like an eternity as sweat had blossomed at the back of his neck. With a quick glance at his watch, Shiro decided Lance had approximately five minutes to get there before he would head back to his loft, strip back down to his boxers and continue binging the Real World.
“Only grandpas still wear watches,” the snarking voice that haunted his dreams called from behind him as if the universe had summoned him merely for having the thought.