So I watched a few episodes of Voltron again, and it got me in a mood so to all my followers, or anyone else really, who are into that show(I suggest you watch it), I’M TAKING MORE SHIRO X FEM! READER REQUESTS!!
I’m still working on Steve Harrington stuff but I’ll always be a hoe for Shiro.
-His favorite types are the lazy ones after a long day
-These are a bit clumsy but that’s okay
Like when you’re noses bump against each other as you both try to find that perfect angle
-He has soft lips, but he chews on them often, a nervous habit he gained back when he had first joined the garrison as a cadet
he’s a heathen who never uses chapstick, but his lips always look so supple??how???
- that being said, he does bite his lip after the first kiss with you. He needs to hold himself back, he doesn’t want to ruin the moment by diving in too quickly or with too much force
-it’s usually a series of short kisses, just lip contact at first, Never really letting you get too far before going in for another
-he likes to draw them out for as much time as he can, with each kiss lasting longer than the one before
just likes the feeling of your lips against his..
The pressure is grounding and yet— he’s never felt more at bliss.
It’s..addicting really
- And if he could, he would gladly spend the entire day with you like this, but duty calls, so he treasures every chance he gets
-will nibble a little bit on your lips if you let him
-laughs in between kisses
asks about your day during these in-between times
His voice, hushed and gravely
-likes to have foreheads touching, just breathing each other in
he smells like the foliage and grass after a rain storm: quiet but distinct, very calming and earthy. A little tangy. A hint of turmeric for some reason? It’s nice though.
-uses this time to take you in and catalogue every little detail about you
loves how your eyelashes flutter and fan every time you blink
adores the way you scrunch up your nose when you laugh
Little things like that
-likes to rest his hands around your waist, or have them locked together at your back, securely holding you to him, and tends to rub his thumbs in little circles absentmindedly
prefers to have you sitting in his lap when he does this, or laying down together, the closer you are, the better.
-will unconsciously slip his hands under the hem of your shirt. Because, ok- look, he kNOWS his hand is kinda rough and his prosthetic is a bit cold, but your skin is soft and warm— he just can’t help it!
Let him hold you please
-absolutely loves when you rake your fingers though his hair
-even more so when you trail them down to rest right on his jaw and caress his face
Because he knows that you’re there, right there with him
Summary: Masquerade balls – where people hid behind masks, and people you had known for years become strangers. Dances like these were pointless for some, but for you, they brought you him.
Genre: Angst
Notes: masterlist – why do I put Shiro in olden-day settings so often?
***
The mask covering your face was a little too tight for your liking. The dress you had chosen to wear was a little too uncomfortable, bulging out at the sides and forcing you to apologise every few seconds to the people who were unlucky enough to be in your way during your walk to the wine table.
That was your main goal; get alcohol in your system as soon as possible. Hopefully it would make the night a little more bearable.
It wasn't that you hated masquerade balls. Your father threw them often enough at his own home, and you enjoyed the idea of it all, the thrill that came with speaking to people with whom you had no idea the identity of. You could easily be talking to somebody you had known your whole life and have absolutely no idea; secrets could be spilled and no feelings would be hurt, because nobody was aware that it was you spilling them.
It was the social aspect of it all that irked you. Showing up, talking to people, grinning from ear to ear even though your dress was crushing your rib cage and you were pretty certain the lights from the overhanging chandelier would knock you out soon enough.
Things were just too much, especially whenever it was the McClain house that was throwing the ball.
Lance McClain and yourself were old friends. Though the two of you had never been exceptionally close, you were apparently friendly enough to invite one another to the balls your families put on. The McClain family had a new party on every other day, meaning you often had to pick and choose when to show up; it was exhausting going to a party every night, the dresses you were forced to wear never failing to tire you out.
Why you had chosen to show up to the annual masquerade ball was beyond you.
You smiled to the people you walked past, unsure whether there was any point to pleasantries at this point. Your mask was covering a good portion of your face, though you had taken the safer route by wearing only a half-mask, cut off at the mouth to allow you to speak. There were plenty of people who wore full-face masks, people who had to hold their masks, people who weren't wearing masks at all, but instead choosing to paint their faces in exotic colours and patterns.
It was an odd sight, but you expected nothing less from a party held by the McClain family.
You reached the wine table at long last, immediately reaching towards one of the twinkling glasses you had been eyeing – it was full to the lip, so much so that some of the red wine very nearly splashed over the top of it whenever you picked it up. You grinned to yourself as you took a sip, the sweet taste stinging your tongue but you could already feel muscles loosening, your anxieties wearing away with just a single splash; the McClain's knew their wines.
You leaned your head back, freshly done hair brushing against the wall behind you. This was nice. Being alone, sipping fine wine whilst people danced around you – people with masks on, nonetheless. People you had an excuse not to speak to if you wanted down time, though you had no doubt in your mind that a couple more sips of wine would bring out the social side of you a lot more than what it was usually.
But for now, you wanted to enjoy the quiet, enjoy your time alone, let yourself-
“Excuse me.”
Your eyes snapped open, head snapping forward away from the wall. Your mask very nearly fell off of your face at the sudden movement, but you were quick to grab it before it could expose who was behind it.
A man stood in front of you, tall and broad shoulders, wearing a bright blue suit with a white bow tie – you nearly snickered at the sight of a grown man wearing a bow tie, though you were polite enough to keep your humour at bay. Besides, you didn't know who this man was and you were in no mood to make a stranger angry.
His black hair wasn't slicked back like the other men of the courtroom. Whilst the common style for people nowadays was slicked back hair, away from your face, he had clearly chosen to go against that, letting his black hair flop against his forehead, the ends grey from either dye or stress.
“Sorry,” you uttered, scrambling out of his way. You hadn't realised you had been blocking the wine table until he had showed up.
He waved a hand, dismissing your apology. “It's fine. I actually don't drink.”
You frowned. “So what brings you to the table specifically for alcohol?”
The unknown man chuckled, dropping his head. You could see a scar peaking out from his collar, white and raised as if it was fresh. You had the urge to reach out and touch it, see if it was still painful for him.
Instead, you took a sip of your wine.
“I suppose that's a good question,” he said. “I just needed some time alone. I didn't want to disturb you, but-”
“No, you did the right thing,” you interrupted. “I was in the way. It would have been embarrassing if somebody actually wanted wine.”
The man nodded slowly. You could see his eyes through the slits in his mask – a grey colour. Deep grey, like a cloud-filled sky or old concrete. There was a hint of amusement in them as he looked a you – did he recognise you? It wouldn't be so far fetched if he did. Your father was well-known amongst the higher houses of the village, though you weren't a higher house yourself. He did business with many of them – it would be no surprise that this young man was aware of your identity, even with the mask to obscure your features.
“I don't suppose you'd like some company?” he said suddenly.
You snapped your eyes away, flushing at being caught oggling at him. “I'm not very good with conversation, sir. My life is far from interesting.”
“Don't say that.” He seemed to get himself comfortable then, leaning against the table and gazing out at the dance floor, filled with twirling colours that mesmerised you. Dresses of all shapes, sizes and styles were being twirled around the floor, heels clicking, suit tails billowing out as men laughed and shared jostled and loud jokes in the far corners of the room.
The stranger tilted his head as he looked out at the crowd. “House McClain has truly outdone themselves this time, haven't they?”
“Mm,” you agreed. “They have a habit of doing that.”
“The day they go bankrupt will truly be the day entertainment dies.”
You giggled, surprising yourself. You quickly covered it up by taking another sip of wine.
“Do you come to the McClain parties often?”
You shook your head. “Not often. I pick and choose when to make an appearance – the dances are much too commonly occurring for me.”
The man raised an eyebrow, looking down at you in amusement. “Oh? So you prefer to get an early night? Just how old are you, may I ask?”
You gape, spinning around to look at him. He chuckles at the expression on your face – what little he can see of it – as you slap him on the arm. “How rude of a question to ask a complete stranger!”
“Well, I have nothing else to go off of,” he mumbled. “I don't know your name.”
“Perhaps you never will if you keep teasing me about my sleeping habits.”
“And are these sleeping habits shared with anyone else?” You raised a brow – it was a common question asked between courts, though you yourself had never been questioned on such a topic. It made your cheeks flush, a red hue arising up from the neck of your dress.
You coughed. “No. No, they are not.”
The stranger nodded, looking back out at the crowd. That seemed to be the end of the conversation. You remained by his side for a good portion of the night, sipping away at your wine but suddenly not feeling the incessant urge to lose your mind, make this very night a blur. The stranger kept beside you, as well, only speaking whenever he had some smart or witty remark to make; you had learned he was quite intelligent throughout the first night you had seen him, with him claiming to be the head of a group called Voltron – a group of pilots who worked for the Alteans. Never before had you met someone with a job quite like that, despite him refusing to get into details about what exactly it was he did for his occupation.
You told him very little about yourself, preferring to keep your private life private. You highly doubted you would see him again after tonight, and so there was no reason for him to get frustrated with his lack of knowledge regarding your identity – that comforted you.
For some reason, you found yourself not wanting to upset him.
For some reason, you found yourself upset that this may very well be the last time you spoke to him.
***
The next masquerade ball you attended was a lot less formal; more a fun little night out for people who had nothing better to do with their night.
You didn't mind being put under that category, since it was hardly a secret that you weren't exactly the most busy person. Coming from a wealthy house was enough to secure you for a lifetime – you didn't have a job to get to, didn't have to worry about spending too much money. You could do as you pleased, and this often left you feeling bored.
Which was why you soon found yourself wandering into the Garrett manor with your mask tied around your face, your dress a little more flimsy and a lot less bulky than the one you had worn to the McClain party.
It was light blue and draped down your body, the sleeves made from lace that allowed onlookers to catch a glimpse of your arms, which you folded over your stomach as you walked with your usual grin beating across your face.
The music the Garrett's had chosen was softer than what you remembered from the McClain manor. It was violins and flutes, whilst the McClain's preferred harsh piano riffs, trumpets, double bass that made the floor rumble.
The venue itself was large, despite the informalities of the party itself. The dresses women wore were a lot looser, less people dancing and more people mingling. Men still wore tight suits that hugged muscles, a way of showing masculinity in a way that made you scoff; comfort was your main goal for the night.
You slowly made your way through the crowd, until your arm bumped against another figures; the ballroom was large, and it was still early hours, meaning the collision must have been intentional. It was easy enough for the person to step around you if they so-
You looked up, eyes nearly popping out of your head as you recognised the person in front of you; it was the grey streaks in his hair that made him so recognisable, that cheeky smirk playing on his lips that told you he knew exactly who you were.
You were unable to talk as you glanced up at him. Tonight, he dazzled. He wore a different mask – a full-face masked that was bejewelled with sequence that glittered under the harsh party lights. Despite the mask obscuring his features, you could still see the lines by the side of his mouth, indicating his amusement.
“And we meet again,” he said.
“So it seems,” you replied, voice distant as you got over your shock. “Do you just not go to work, sir?”
The man chuckled, ever so casually reaching his arm out to you. You wound your own through his, allowing him to guide you through the crowd. “I actually work very hard, ma'am. But everybody deserves a break now and then. I think I should be asking you about your occupational habits – it seems like you never miss a party.”
You winced, flushing with the reality. Whilst he was a hard working man, you spent your time greeting the public alongside your father, trying to impress everyone with a smile and a greeting. It was hardly a difficult task, as much as you complained about it.
“Well, that doesn't necessarily mean I'll answer,” you said. “I prefer to keep my private life to a minimal at these types of parties. You could very well be a serial murderer for all I'm aware.”
“Ah. I can assure you I'm not, but I appreciate the logic.”
You smiled, seeming to forget that your mask only covered half of your face. The man at your side chuckled at the sight of your amusement, leading you through the ever-thickening crowd until the two of you arrived at the seating lounge. It was barely full, a few people drinking wine and chatting by the sofa's – including Hunk Garrett himself. He looked up, immediately raised his arms at the sight of the man by your side.
“Shiro, my good man!” he exclaimed. Your eyes widened – Shiro. So that was this strange figures name.
Shiro didn't seem to mind the exposure of his identity. He was grinning from ear to ear, letting your arm drop from his elbow as he marched towards the broader man with an equal amount of excitement as Hunk was showing him.
“Hello, big guy,” Shiro responded, before the two friends embraced. You stood awkwardly to the side, crossing your arms in front of you. You knew you should have left, perhaps gone and mingled with some more of the court ladies, but your feet kept you rooted to the ground.
The two men pulled away from one another – Hunk had long since deserted his mask by the looks of it, his sweaty face glowing beneath the lights. You had to admit that the Garrett lad was handsome, muscular where others his age were lanky and could barely hold a sword in their hands. Hunk had a squared off jaw, broad shoulders, had sprouted since his early teenage days; he was most definitely growing into a soldier.
“I didn't think you'd come, you know,” Hunk said. Shiro stepped back as the man spoke, gently grabbing your hand and winding it back around his arm. The action shocked you, and yet you found yourself comforted by his somewhat-protective embrace.
“Foolish of you to think such a thing,” Shiro scoffed. “I don't think I've missed a Garrett ball since I was ten years old.”
“And I'll never forgive you for that time you fell ill and couldn't make it,” Hunk laughed. “What was it you got? Crick throat?”
Shiro flushed, kicking Hunk's shin jokingly. It was only then did he seem to realise you were still by his side, and he quickly turned to look at you. “Hunk, this is my mysterious friend – Anonymous, I've taken to calling her.”
You raised a brow, stifling your giggle behind a greeting smile in Hunk's direction. You and Hunk had never spoken, though he had once sat beside you during your Latin lessons. It would be a large surprise if he were to remember you.
And judging by the bow he gave to you and the fact that he had yet to expose who you were, he didn't.
“It's a pleasure to meet you,” he said. “I understand your hesitance to tell us who you are. It kind of ruins the fun whenever people know who's behind the mask.”
“I suppose it's difficult for you to keep any hint of subtlety with a body like yours, big guy,” Shiro joked. “You've taken to working out, I presume?”
Hunk shrugged nonchalantly, flexing his arms beneath the black blazer he was wearing. “A few nights a week. Nothing major. Would you like to join me at some point?”
Shiro shook his head. “I'm much too busy. I can just barely get time out of my schedule to attend your parties – you and Lance are definitely going to have to settle down with the celebrations.”
Hunk chuckled, clapping a hand to Shiro's back. You could only watch on in awe at the friendly interaction – you had been to thousands of these parties, whether you wanted to or not. Never before had you seen two people get along so well – Hunk was of a higher house. Higher houses very rarely interacted with the lesser houses, always seeing themselves as better. The only higher house you had ever been close with was the McClain's, and even they had their prejudices drilled into their minds.
Shiro couldn't have been from a higher house; he worked for a living, first of all. People of high ranking didn't work. Secondly, you had never heard of his name before today, and the McClain ball had been the first time you had ever seen him.
And yet he was standing before you now, jostling and joking around with one of the most prestigious members of house Garrett, as if it was absolutely no big deal. You hadn't failed to notice the fact that he hadn't even bowed upon walking into the lounge, dismissing all common courtesy you had been raised to show towards people of higher ranking than yourself.
For some reason, his confidence made you smile. He radiated a leader aura to him, even as he spoke to Hunk. He was joking around, and yet it was clear he knew what he was doing. He was thinking about his words before he said them, yet still managing to make the conversation seem natural, unclipped.
After not so long, Hunk and Shiro said their goodbyes to one another and you and Shiro were heading back out onto the main dance floor. It had become more crowded now, people finally beginning to arrive in their groups and huddles. High houses were everywhere, and you made an effort to bow to each one you passed. Shiro was a little more reluctant to bow to the higher houses, even grimacing in the direction of some.
“I don't know how you can treat them like royalty,” he said suddenly, as the two of you approached the balcony doors. You hadn't planned this – going out onto a balcony with a stranger in the dead of night was perhaps one of the worst ideas you could have come up with, but you didn't fight the direction he was leading you.
You narrowed your eyes, looking up at him in curiosity. “The higher houses?”
“Mm.”
“Well, it's quite risky to not treat them like royalty – they're nobles.”
Shiro scoffed as the two of you finally stepped onto the balcony. The night sky drowned you immediately, making you gawk at how pretty it looked tonight. The stars had always been a sight you had taken to admiring, but tonight they seemed specially bright, as if lighting up the sky for you and you only.
You stepped away from Shiro's embrace and made your way to the railing, hands curling around the cold metal as if to stabilize you. Shiro took a minute to follow in your footsteps, idling by the glass door with his arms folded over his chest, enjoying the view just as much as you were. The moon was hung up, surrounded by little dots of fire that lit up the sky like torches. Wisps of white tore through the dark sheen, adding a magical element to the already gorgeous sky.
Shiro stepped up beside you at long last. You didn't have to look to the side to know he was there. He simply was. His presence was felt, a tear in time that off-balanced you for a moment. That was what Shiro was best at, apparently – making himself known without having to do anything drastic.
His hand placed itself on the small of your back, and the two of you gazed out at the stars in silence.
His breathing was shallow, and you could see the mist escaping from his lips when he exhaled. It mingled with yours in the air, disappearing when a breeze flittered past. You imagined your breaths rising into the night sky, curling up with the stars, becoming a part of the constellations as a reminder that you had seen them, you had watched them, you had appreciated them on this night.
You shattered the silence first. “Shiro.”
His head snapped down to look at you, his hand tensing on the small of your back as if he was afraid you were going to tell him off for being so forward. He let his hand drop to his sides, stuffed it into his trouser pocket with a flush now adorning his cheeks, lit up only by the lantern hung up by the door behind you.
“Yes?”
“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head. “I just wanted to try it out. Your name, I mean. I've never heard one quite like it.”
“It's not local,” he said gruffly.
You raised an eyebrow, turning your head to look at him. He was still looking down at you, face obscured by his mask. “Where do you come from?”
He inhaled deeply, and you knew then that the fun aura the night had once possessed was now drowned out by this very question. You could just barely make out the evidence of a frown lingering on his lips behind his bedazzled mask as he turned back to look out at the stars, bunching his shoulders up around his ears to protect himself from the cold.
“Everywhere,” he replied.
A simple answer. It sent shivers up your spine anyway, shivers that you dismissed for the cold.
“Did the nobles treat you badly?” you found yourself asking, now unable to stop yourself.
“I do believe you were the one who scolded me for asking a personal question the last time we met.”
You flushed. “My apologies if you don't feel comfortable answering my question. Now that I know your name, I just feel like there's no point in hiding.”
“A name isn't a key to somebodies private life. You should know that better than anyone, since you're so hesitant to give me yours.”
“Y/N,” you replied before you could stop yourself. Shiro tensed at the side of you, though he did not look down at you. He instead nodded slowly, clenching his jaw. “Y/N of house L/N.”
“A pretty high house,” he grumbled, a slight tinge of disdain in his voice.
You nodded slowly. “High enough. Which is why I'm curious as to why you have such hatred for the higher houses.”
“It's not hatred,” he said. “I put up with them, just like everybody else. I follow their rules, just like everybody else. But I'll be damned if they expect me to bow down to them anytime I see them, as if I have something to thank them for.” He hollowed out his cheeks. “Apologies. I mean no offence.”
“None taken,” you said. There was no offence taken. You could see his logic perfectly. All your life, people had bowed to you whenever you made eye contact with them, made you feel like some higher being. To others, people who had not basked in that luxury their entire lives, may find that pleasing, a life they wished to live. Having everything at your beck and call, but it was never all it was made out to be.
“I suppose I've just never taken lightly to ranking,” Shiro continued. “Everybody is a person. We all have to go through life, whether we want to or not. Some people are just better off, get it easier than others. That doesn't make them special. At least, I don't think so.”
“I would agree.”
Shiro's gaze snapped down to you, causing you to grin in amusement.
“What?” you chuckled. “Shiro, you couldn't have spent hours with me tonight and truly thought that I believed myself to be better than anyone else. I haven't even scolded you for not bowing to me when we first met.”
Shiro flushed. “No. No, of course not.”
“Don't get shy on me now,” you scoffed, slapping his arm playfully. “I enjoy the normalcy you bring me. It's a breath of fresh air compared to the cramped lifestyle I'm so used to living in.” You shrugged. “I suppose living as a noble isn't as grand as people seem to thing it is. It's quite – constricting, actually.”
“Constricting? How can it be constricting whenever you have everything at your fingertips?”
You winced, knowing that would be his mindset. It was the mindset of everybody else, made you seem ungrateful whenever you complained about your lack of freedom. People would look at you with disgust, make comments such as, “You have no right to complain when you have everything.”
You had money. You were of a higher rank than a lot of people, and you could buy whatever you wanted. But there was only so much money could do towards a persons happiness, and it was definitely being stretched thin for you. You found yourself not wanting products, physical goods. You wanted freedom. You wanted to walk around the village in normal clothes, go out with your friends without having to be on your best behaviour at all times.
You wanted this. You wanted what Shiro had given you.
Even now, after learning of your high rank, he still wasn't treating you any differently to what he had when he was oblivious.
“It's not always as good as it seems, Shiro,” you replied finally. Shiro continued to stare at you, a slight sliver of shock still evident on his face.
You turned, hands clasped in front of you. “Maybe we should go inside. It's getting a little chilly now.”
Shiro was too stunned to protest.
***
“Stand up straighter. You look like an imbecile,” your father hissed, nudging your arm with his elbow as the two of you walked side-by-side through the aisles of the event you had been invited to attend on this cold spring morning.
You would have paid good money for another ten minutes of rest, but your father had all but dragged you out of the confines of your bed so you could accompany him today. He would have to forgive you if you weren't in your greatest of moods.
Either way, you did as he said and straightened up your posture, trying your hardest to keep your smile on your face. You nodded and bowed to the people you walked past, all herded behind metal barriers, reaching out in their attempts to shake your hand. On a good day, your father would allow you to walk over and greet them, though today was strictly business apparently. There would be no greeting people; you would have to show off the more dominant side of your house name, a feature you were not particularly good at doing.
So you kept silent.
Your father and yourself were led to the main field the event was taking place; from what you had heard, it was an awards ceremony for pilots who had fought for the kingdom. Though you nor your father were permitted to grant anybody any medals due to your lower status amongst the higher houses, you were still permitted to be there amongst the nobles to show your appreciation for the military.
You supposed this wasn't the worst way to spend your morning. Sitting down and watching heroes get gifted medals wasn't tasking, and it meant you could relax for a little while; an easy enough task if it didn't require your fathers company.
You made your way to your seats amongst the other nobles, shaking Collette Holt's hand with a kind dip of your head. She pressed a kiss to your cheek, sliding over to give you room to sit down. You searched for your father before doing so, realising he had gone to sit with the McClain house without a second glance in your direction. With a nonchalant shrug, you sat down beside Collette and got ready for the main event to begin.
It didn't take long before people were filing out onto the stage. Nobles made speeches, soldiers from previous wars made speeches, and the entire time you clapped along, smiling, nodding, pretending you could make out a single word they were saying. Most of them spoke much too fast with the nerves no doubt coursing through them. Standing up in front of the entire kingdom was surely a daunting task for people who had been hidden behind violence and death for the past few months.
Collette made the odd comment about how brave the soldiers were, and you agreed.
And then the pilots were being welcomed, and you were fairly certain your stomach fell from your body.
It was difficult to hide your shock. Your fingers tightened on the arm rest of the chair you were seated on, eyes popping open only now it was obvious; there was no mask to shield your surprise, no way to hide the blush crawling up your neck and your cheeks, flooding your face instantly.
Because he was there, standing at the dais with his shoulders drawn back and his hair styles in it's unusual way of being flopped across his forehead as if he hadn't even bothered to run his hands through it that morning. Yet he made it look good – those grey ends, the ones you were so familiar with despite only seeing them twice for a few hours each time.
Pidge tilted her head, looking at you past her mother. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”
You swallowed thickly and nodded, slumping back on your seat in a most unladylike fashion, but you didn't care. Your heartbeat was frantic, a sudden need to walk up to him overtaking you.
Instead, you sat back and watched him speak.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for coming,” he began, voice confident and clear. “My name is Takashi Shirogane, captain of squad Voltron and former members of the Galaxy Garrison. I am very proud to be able to finally put medals on my mens necks, as it is very much deserved with the hard work they have put in and the risks they have taken over the past two years. It's a pleasure to have them home, and we will forever remember our fallen brothers from this day forth, remembering them for their bravery and their hardships in their final days.”
He bowed his head then, and music rang out over the speakers. The pilots – the ones who had survived – slowly filed across the stage behind him, trembling with nerves. The lines up, shoulder-to-shoulder, making it obvious that they had been through a lot together. They were clearly brothers and sisters now, family. It tugged at your heart strings. Whilst you were at home, complaining of a life of luxury, they were off at war, watching their friends die for the sake of the kingdom you so often took for granted.
You glanced over at Shiro, now beginning to realise the reason behind his hostility towards the nobles. It began to make sense; the things he must have seen, the life he must have suffered through before getting to where he was now. He surely had friends who he had watched die, people he felt a need to protect.
And you were complaining about attending a masquerade ball whenever you were feeling a little under the weather.
It was that realisation that had you getting out of your seat once the ceremony was over. You took one cautious glance over your shoulder, making sure your father was still distracted by his mingling, before you slipped out of the stands and rushed out onto the main field towards Shiro. He was busy dealing with his microphone, tugging at the collar of his shirt at the side of the stage as his men filed off to greet their proud families.
You rushed right up to him and grabbed his arm.
You weren't sure what to say when he looked up at you, eyes popping open in surprise. He had never seen your face fully before, but the recognition in his eyes was difficult to miss – he knew who you were. He remembered you.
His hands stilled on the collar of his dress shirt, grey eyes trailing down your figure for a moment. You blushed, realising you had run up to him with little to no idea what you were meant to tell him – were you to apologise? Tell him you had reached some almighty conclusion about life?
Whatever it was, it needed to be quick. Before your father noticed your absence. Before your father realised you were talking to somebody who was below you in rank.
“Shiro.” His name fell from your lips. It was the only way you could think to begin.
He raised a brow, looking over your shoulder as if afraid somebody would see the two of you together. “Y/N.”
“That speech was – wow. I didn't realise you would – you would be here.”
He nodded slowly. “Surprise?”
“I understand why you dislike the nobility so much,” you said quickly. “I didn't before, but I do now, and I realise just how much I feed into the category of annoying, ungrateful rich people. Your speech made me realise that. Your friends have died before your eyes, and you didn't complain about it a single time whenever we were together. That takes some amount of strength.”
“It's not exactly something I can just slip into the conversation, though, is it?”
You shook your head, swallowing through the lump in your throat. There was more you wanted to say. There was so much more you wanted to say, so much more you wanted to apologise for, but there was so little time and so little words to express what you were truly feeling.
So instead, you reached up and brushed your fingers over his sharp cheekbones. You felt him tense in front of you, his fingers still tightly gripping the microphone pinned to his shirt. His eyes snapped down to look at you, and you couldn't help but notice just how beautiful they looked without the mask obscuring them, without the darkness of the party dulling the true colour behind them.
They glittered like stars.
“I'm proud of you,” you mumbled. It was an understatement, but the only words you could think of in this moment. They were too simple. Shiro didn't deserve simple. He deserved complex, words woven with beauty and care, crafted in the same way he crafted them – with such care, with such thought put behind them.
But you would never be able to do such a thing. He was the speaker, apparently, but he didn't seem to mind your lack of knowledge towards beautiful speech. He closed his eyes, surprising you when he reached up and gently wrapped his fingers around your wrist, keeping it pressed to his cheek.
“Nobody has ever said that to me before,” he whispered, voice suddenly hoarse. You could barely hear him over the chattering crowd, but you were close enough to him to be able to make out the confession that completely shattered your heart.
You nodded slowly. “I'm happy to be the first.”
“I'm happy you're the first too,” he said, eyes opening to meet yours. And there was a moment where the world wasn't there, where your guilt dissipated and left you feeling nothing but true pride in the man standing before you. The man who had treated you like a normal person, the man who had been hidden behind a mask during the first two times you had met him.
Perhaps feelings weren't meant to be so strong at times like this. He was clearly emotional after his speech, still trying to recover from the memory of his fallen brothers. But he was in front of you, and he was staring into your eyes, and suddenly there was no ranking system. You were equals. You were together, bound in the same group with no competition to cloud your vision.
He pulled your hand from his cheek and tangled his fingers with yours, the action swift. You noted how he hid your conjoined hands between your bodies, taking swift glances over your shoulder to make sure nobody could see you.
No. That's not right.
Before you could stop yourself, before the noble woman in you could hop out, you raised his hand and pressed your lips to the back of his palms. His eyes popped open in surprise, a flurry of panic taking over his features as a way nobles walking past gasped at the rare sight.
You didn't care. Not whenever Shiro stepped closer to you, wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you into him, burying his head in the crook of your neck.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, laughing breathily into his ear in a way that made him flick his head slightly, as if your breathing had tickled him. It made you chuckle, and he growled, pressing his lips to your collar bone in warning.
You grew comfortable. For the first time in months, you were yourself, not hiding behind the noble act you were supposed to keep up for family name. You were purely, utterly and completely yourself, engulfed in the arms of the man who had once been nothing more than a kind stranger, wearing a mask on the dance floor.
I love you. Thank you for sending this in. ~Spring1. Their physical weak spots
Besides the obvious, being the groin, I think that Shiro would be very protective of his neck. The skin covering and protecting his jugular is extremely thin, and he knows that it is a vital point.
2. Their emotional/moral weak spots
Emotional: Talking about when talking about earth and more specifically Adam, his time when he was a Galran prisoner, and anytime he talks in detail about his disability. Shiro is very emotionally fragile and sensitive.
Moral: I believe that Shiro is a pretty moral person.
3. Scars or painful spots
Many scars from his time as a Galran prisoner and probably a few from any surgeries he had. And this man probably always has bruises. I also think that his arms are probably sore decently often. I mean, in episode 2 season 1, we see him doing push ups in his free time.
4. Best place to kiss their body
Anywhere and everywhere, this man needs LOVE.
Lips, definitely. I mean, I head canon that Shiro has the softest lips, so yyeeeaaahh……. But also on the soft skin just between his jawline and upper neck.
5. Guilty Pleasures
I don’t really know, but the first thing that comes to mind for me is that he probably enjoys anime like Ouran High School Host Club?
6. Vices
Shiro has a lot of difficulty opening up to people. He just feels uncomfortable feeling as though he would be burdening someone, and he even if he did open up, he would be terrified of his emotions over coming him and causing him to break down.
13. What gets them flustered?
Shiro gets flustered when either he sees his significant other do something cute, or when he hears some one make a sex joke. He himself is fine with making them, but someone says one out of nowhere, he will get quite flustered.
15. What it takes to make them cry
When anybody that he cares about dies. Even if he only is acquaintances with this person, he will get emotional over the fact that he’ll never see them smile again, and that he never got a real chance to say goodbye. Also with what I mentioned before, If he is opening up, he may get emotional.
16. Dark secrets/‘skeletons in the closet’
I’m sure he was in the closet along with his skeleton for a while, as I know I was.
Most of them would be accidentally offensive embarrassments from his childhood and of the violent things he did as a Galran prisoner and when possessed by Hagar.
Want to ask me a question? Here’s the link! ~Spring
Could you write a scenario where Shiro's s/o is pregnant with a baby girl? (can you make it extra fluffy? I had a bad week and i really need some fluff) Thank you so much and i'm sorry for my bad english!!! 💓💓💓
Sorry to hear that you’ve had a bad week, dumpling. I hope everything gets better for you. I also hope this scenario was what you were looking for. 💖💖💖
P.S Your English is perfect!
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You wake up as his arms wrap around your body slowly, hands smoothing over the swell of his stomach as he rests his chin on your shoulder from behind you. You lean back against his chest, smiling softly at the extra warmth his strong and solid body provided you. It was mornings like these when all your pain and soreness seemed to lift away and fade into the air.
His touch was careful, being sure not to apply too much pressure into your stomach, yet present enough for you to feel the full extent of his love for both you and your soon-to-be daughter. Usually he showed such worry and caution when it came to touching you or having others interact with you, afraid that you might get hurt or worse with your new added weight and new life growing within you. As much as it was adorable, you had to constantly tell him that you were perfectly fine doing things around the castle to keep yourself occupied and that you didn’t mind others touching your baby bump.
Pressing soft kisses to your cheek, you hum to acknowledge him, shifting slightly so that he could kiss you properly before placing your hands upon the ones that held you. “Good Morning, Shiro.” You whispered to him, interlocking your fingers together.
A smile pulled into his face as he heard your voice, gently bringing you in closer to him. “Morning, Sunshine. You feeling alright? Are you guys hungry? Do you want me to get a bath and some breakfast ready for you?” He fired off question after question, giving you sweet kisses in between each one.
You giggled at his actions, despite them being genuine and caring, you couldn’t help but find him silly for when he acted like this. “It’s still pretty early, Shiro. Let’s just stay in bed a little longer. I love it when you hold me like this and I’d rather just stay in bed with you for a few more hours.” You inform him, snuggling into his chest and closing your eyes to enjoy the moment.
He remained quiet for a few moments, considering your words before smiling down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before sitting up behind you. A soft whine of disapproval left your lips, ready to ask him why he had moved, but before you could, you feel his lips on your swollen stomach, littering kisses up and down the side of it.
“Well, if we’re going to be here for a few more hours I might as well get to know my precious daughter a little more.” He cooed, chuckling softly and adjusting his position so that he was laying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows and face presented in front of your swollen stomach.
You looked at him for a few beats, shocked by his sudden playfulness but then amused by it. You joined in on his laughter, taking his pillow and putting it behind you so that you were sitting up slightly more. “You can be such a good when you want to be.” He shifted his gaze up to you for a moment, smirk on his face. “Shush, I’m trying to talk to my daughter. This is important business.”
Laughing softly, you rolled your eyes, settling your hand upon his as he looked at your stomach lovingly, waiting to hear what he had to say.
“Uh… hey, baby girl. It’s Shi- I-I mean your Papa.” He began, his nerves getting the best of him despite how confident he seemed before. “How are you holding up in there? We’re really excited to see you. We have you room all set up and we have so many clothes for you already. They’re mostly green, blue, and pink since Allura, Lance, and Pidge went a little crazy on the shopping. Your aunts and uncles already love you… your mama and I already love you. So much…”
Shiro continues to ramble on about his friends to your daughter as if she were already here with him, telling her of all the adventures hey had together and the adventures that they all would go on when she came. His words warmed your heart, making tears begin to pool in your eyes, bright smile on your face. He told her how much fun they would all have together, how he would teach her how to protect herself from monsters and bad guys and boys.
”Especially boys. Boys are dumb and they do dumb things. I’m surprised your mama hasn’t kicked me to the curb for all the dumb things I’ve done.”
He then began to talk about how unsure he was of himself when it came to parenthood, bringing his doubts and fears into the light. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze to pull him from his rambling, soon bringing his hand up to your lips to plant gentle kisses on it.
“You’re going to be an amazing father, Shiro… this is our first kid and we’re both new to this whole parenting thing. We’ll help each other and raise our daughter the best we can. Okay?” Your voice was calming an soft, your words powerful enough to make Shiro’s tense shoulders relax.
Softly, he laughed, brushing his thumb over your palm before holding your hand tight. “You’re right. We’ll do this together. For our daughter.” He leaned down, resting his forehead against your stomach and humming softly as he felt a small foot pass along his forehead, the movement making emotions spark through his body. “I promise, for both you and our daughter, I’ll do my best.”
Tried my best at writing some fluff. It’s very short and quick, but it’s been a while since I’ve written anything</3
You can also find it here on Ao3!: Soothing Motions
You felt the bed creak and the covers shift around you, stirring you from your slumber. A soft murmur tumbled past your lips, eyes peeking open to peer into a warm darkness that suggested that it was late at night in the ship. Yet the movement didn’t stop. You propped yourself up, your mind hazy with sleep, your brows creased in confusion. Before you recalled who you were sharing a bed with. Your figure suddenly stiffened with realization, any trace of grogginess seeming to vanish as you flipped around to check on the male that rested at your side. Shiro. Even in the inky blackness, you could tell that his skin was covered with a cold sweat, his figure trembling and stirring in small, erratic movements. His lips parted, mumbling something before his teeth clenched together. You were more than aware of Shiro’s nightmares, something that plagued him every single night. That’s why you had offered to spend nights with him ever since you two confided in each other about your romantic feelings towards one another. For a while, your presence seemed to help, but some nights, the nightmares just came.
And this night seemed bad.
“Shiro,” you breathed, your voice a strained and worried mumble that seemed to echoed in the dead-silent abode. The paladin didn’t respond as his physique stiffened, his breathing becoming shallow and panicked. “Shiro. Please wake up,” you spoke again, this time louder. You were afraid of touching him, unsure on how he’d react to the sudden contact. Doing so was most likely stupid and dangerous, but how else were you going to snap him from this? You hesitantly reached forward, resting your palm against his shoulder and giving him a light shake. “Wake up, please… Shiro it’s only a nightmare. Wake u-” Suddenly, the male lurched forward, sitting upright with his eyes snapping wide open. You could tell his body was rigid with fear, his chest heaving with labored breaths and eyes downcast towards his lap in a glassy, unfocused stare. “Oh my god are you ok?,” You murmured, gingerly resting your hand against his arm to let him know you were there. It seemed to take him a few moments to realize where he was, lifting his head and drawing in a deep gulp of oxygen before releasing it in a long, drawn out sigh. “Y/n… I’m so sorry I-,” he began before he paused, dropping his head and pressing both his palms against his forehead. “Was… Was this one bad?,” you inquired softly, almost reluctant to bring it up. There was a long, silent pause before Shiro spoke up, his vocals sounding exhausted, “...Yeah. It was… It was pretty bad.” A frown tugged at the corners of your lips, pulling yourself up closer to his side and enveloping your arms around his broad shoulders. “It’s ok, I’m here,” you whispered softly, tilting your cranium to plant a gentle and warm kiss against the skin of his cheek. The paladin relaxed, his figure seeming to melt into you as his head rested against your forehead, another sigh whistling past his teeth.
“Here. What can I do to help you relax? There’s gotta be something?” Shiro lifted and dropped his shoulders in a shrug. “I just want to go back to sleep, but I-I don’t know if I can,” he murmured quietly. You pressed your lips together, giving him a slight squeeze before you wiggled back towards the head of the bed, resting all your weight against the wall. “Come here. I have an idea. I don’t expect it to put you to sleep, but I hope it helps,” you said, tapping your chest to signal for Shiro to join you. You could feel him gazing at you through the darkness, seeming hesitant to comply, but after a few moments he rested back to join you. His weight settled against your physique, his head resting upon your chest and you reached forward and took his arm, draping it across your waist so the position was more comfortable for the both of you. “Just… Relax, ok? I’ve got you now,” you murmured soothingly, your hand brushing up to run against his features before your nimble fingers glided slowly through his white forelock. You continued these motions in a rhythmic pattern, gingerly brushing his hair from his forehead before it fell back into place, your own head resting against the wall behind you. The two of you sat in completely silence, Shiro nuzzled against the fabric of your shirt and his body seemed to relax each time you drew your digits through his hair. Your other hand, which was resting against his back, snaked down to twiddle at the hem of his shirt before dipping underneath and your palm ghosted across his skin.You didn’t get much of a reaction from this, seeing that the paladin was almost immobilized by your grooming. However, you curled your fingers and applied a bit of pressure against his skin with your nails and began to softly scratch, earning you a half-hearted groan. A quiet chuckle bubbled up in your throat, continuing both motions and Shiro just seemed to… Melt, all signs of tension gone from his body. He shifted slightly, almost trying to direct you where to scratch exactly. “Up,” he mumbled groggily, your fingers moving upwards to scratch at his shoulder blade, the male once more groaning and slumping. “Down and to the left,” he said again after a few moments and you followed his instruction, a smile creeping along your lips. “Oh yeah that’s the spot,” Shiro breathed, his arm tightening around your body and his features nuzzling against the nape of your neck.
“Does that help a little bit?,” you chuckle, planting a kiss against the top of his head before once more drawing your fingers through his ivory locks. He lifted his head, pressing his lips gingerly against your jawline in a grateful gesture before his cranium rested back against your chest. “It helps a lot actually,” he answers gently, “Do… Do you think you could do this more often?” You pause what you were doing to drape your arms around his shoulders once more, pressing the male closer to you in a hug, resting your chin atop his cranium. “Of course I can, Shiro. Now how about we try going back to sleep. I can keep scratching your back if you want?” The paladin nods in response before he breaks away from the hug, propping himself up on his hands and he leaned forward, stealing a quick kiss against your lips while muttering a quiet and warm ‘thank you’. You shift in bed as he does, the male plopping over on his side and you do the same, reaching out to begin scratching at his back once more. Eventually, the two of you dozed back off.
At least for the rest of the night, the two of you slept soundly.
The One Where Allura is a Little Bit to Close With Shiro Shiro x Plus-size!Fem!Reader
Requested by @oreostars: “Hmmm can I get a shiro x plus size fem reader where she’s kinda jealous of allura and the relationship allura has with shiro, the reader is self conscious and shiro helps her out with it and it’s fluffy and sweet and just adorable, hows that?”
A/N: Shit, when I read this in our messages, it was like a light bulb switched immediately on inside my brain. I could already picture it in my head and that was definitely a good sign. That means, in my book, it was one hell of a good request. I hope you enjoy!
Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
Pair: Shiro x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Pure fluff, no nsfw this time(Sorry), Shiro being a supportive boyfriend
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A tickle.
A light tickle that you could barely make out, but still caused your body to shift slightly, hoping it was only its imagination.
It wasn’t.
It kept going, like those feather pranks Lance and Hunk used to play on you. back at the Garrison dorms, where they snuck into your room, just to mess with the only instructor who wouldn’t report them immediately and get them kicked out the program faster than Cosmo could transport to another location.
You made a groaning noise, your eyes still stuck together from the slumber you were currently chasing after. The tickling sensation made it’s way to your shoulder, wandering to your neck.
“Mmm...” You harshly grumbled under your breath, shrinking your chin to the top of your chest, rubbing against it, in order to wash away the feeling.
“It’s about time.” A husky voice sounded behind you, more specifically your ear, bringing back memories from the night before that would explain where the tickling was coming from.
A smile spread across your lips as you stretched your arms over your head, arching your whole body before turning towards the other person lying in bed with you. “Why are you up so early?”
Shiro rested his elbow on one of his pillows, resting his chin in the crook of his hand, watching you. “Because they use to have me do it a lot back at the Garrison... guess the habit just stuck with me.” He shrugged one shoulder, using his metal hand to reach for your waist and pull you closer to him with no difficulty at all. You cut your eyes over to his tank top, fiddling with a loose thread dangling on the side.
“You miss being over there?”
He studied the way your finger curled around the single strand, bouncing a little on its own as you undid the twist.
“Earth? Yea, of course I do. The Garrison was my whole life, up until this point.” He took a pause in his sentence, memories coming back to him in tiny fragments. “But then again, if we never found the Blue Lion, I would have never met you.”
Your eyes refrained its focus on what you were currently doing over to the young man right in front of you.
God, he was such a romantic.
You reached up, wrapping a hand around his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips. He grunted, returning the kiss, pulling you even closer than before, almost to the point of you being under him.
You and Shiro had been walking on eggshells around each other, not wanting the other to have the slightest clue that feelings were kept from them. Based on Shiro’s opinion, it was all because of the team as to why he never spoke openly about it.
You, on the other hand, it was just straight up fear.
But with you helping him out after every battle, and many nights staying with him during his nightmares, it was bound to happen. Hence why this was you guy’s first time sleeping together, as a couple and not you being there, just for his nightmares.
Do I mean sex? No. You guys aren’t at that point yet...but there are other things.
The simple kiss turned into a deep one as he slipped his tongue out, begging for entrance, which you gave him. Lifting himself up, he moved on top of you, his huge arms caging you in. Panting, you wrapped your arms around his neck, running your hands through his black hair, that was already in a mess when he woke up. Deciding that he needed something more, he took his hand, placing it on the underside of your thigh, and wrapping one of your legs around his waist.
You had been constantly body shaming yourself, specifically your thighs, until Shiro told you that they were his favorite and ever since then, he’s made sure to prove it to you every second he got.
“Shiro..” You moaned, the new found friction sending sensation down to your lower half, causing you to dig your nails into his shoulder. “The others-ah-they’re gonna be awake soon.”
As much as he didn’t want to stop (and he was planning on getting you off a whole different way), he let go of your leg, giving you one last peck before he trailed his lips down your neck.
You bit your bottom lip, trying to catch your breath as you tilted your head up towards the ceiling, giving him a better angle. “Seriously, Shiro we gotta stop this now, before we won’t stop at all.” You whispered, a laugh slipping out of your mouth, as you felt him smile against your skin.
He raised his head up, looking down lovingly at you, moving a few strands of hair away from your forehead. “Stay with me tonight?”
Your heart melted at his soft, tender tone, causing you to wrap your hand around his. “Definitely.”
He smiled, sitting up and tapping his hand on your bare thigh. “Come on, let’s get changed and ready.”
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The few following nights was everything you’d hope for. Most of the time, you guys stayed up talking: whether it was about the day, childhood, how Lance manages to say something completely out of the ordinary at the most serious times. Other nights, Shiro gets in the mood(which is most of the time) and spends the night making you wish you weren’t so loud.
It became a regular routine that you couldn’t wait for the day to be over so you could spend time with him. But as weeks went on, you started to end up in Shiros room, alone. Bundled up in his covers that reeked the smell of him.
Which didn’t help. At all.
Zarkon and his Galra followers were starting to move in on you fast and in no time, we would look up and he’d be ready to destroy the team with only the flick of his wrist.
So, more possible danger equals Shiro staying up late at night, forming strategies for the team and considering the future of Voltron.
Which you had no issue with. He was your captain and his job to protect you all came first. Well, at least in his book.
You didn’t want to be clingy.
In the past, you vowed to yourself that you wouldn’t turn into that girlfriend who wanted to be with her companion twenty-four hours of the day. Back working for the Garrison as a technician, you learned from the other workers that no one, especially a guy, liked to be held down in a relationship. And you were determined not to do that.
But you didn’t realize how hard it was.. until now.
You tried, multiple times, to not let the selfishness get to you every night as you waited and waited in the dimmed room, expecting for the door to slide open, revealing a hair-matted, Shiro.
But you couldn’t help it if you longed for your boyfriend at midnight.
So, you did what any other lonely, half-way sleepy girlfriend would do. You went to go see where he was and convince him to come to bed. Your bare feet padded the glossy floor, the coolness sending shivers up your legs as you headed towards the stairwell.
Moving quietly, you took each step slowly, not wanting to make much noise and risk being yelled at in the morning. You almost reached around the corner of the stairs, until you heard laughing.
Girly laughing.
Stopping in your tracks, you leaned against the wall, slightly poking your head around the corner to see who would be up this late,, besides Shiro.
It was Allura.
She was in a soft, plush pink nightgown that reached right above her knees, her shiny, white hair layered down on her back. She was leaning against the table, watching as Shiro worked aimlessly, running his finger against the space locator.
Almost immediately, a tiny voice in the back of your head whispered: So, he’s spending time with Allura late at night, rather than spending time with you. Is something going on here?”
I furrowed my eyebrows, pushing the thought out of my head.
Shiro wasn’t like that.
He wouldn’t do that.
But ever so slowly, more thoughts began to creep in as you watched the way Allura studied him. She suddenly tapped the screen, most likely making what he had up in view, go away.
“Allura, please-” He started but instead, she placed her hand on top of his metal arm, her eyes full of sympathy,
“Shiro, you know that you’re doing an amazing job leading this team, don’t you?”
He only shook his head, using his other hand to rub his forehead before running his fingers through his short black locks. “Not good enough if Zarkon is this close to retrieving Voltron-”
You watched as Allura once again interrupted him with placing another hand on him.
Why is she so touchy..?
“You are one of the most strongest people I’ve met in a long time, Shiro. You’ve done so much for everyone around here; the team, Coran...me. You’re doing the best that you can and if Zarkon does manage to catch up to us, I know you’ll be the first one ready to protect all of us.” She finished, offering a soft smile to him.
The worst part was.... was how he responded.
He gave her a light chuckle, placing his hand on top of hers(which by the way, was still on his metal arm... the most sensitive part of his body), looking up at her.
“Thank you, Allura. You’re always, somehow, able to make me feel better.”
You unwrinkled your face, his words finally festering in your body into realization. The lump that was forming in your throat during the conversation, sunk down as you swallowed hard, backing a few steps upward.
Wow.
You didn’t really know how to feel.
On one hand, it was just pure out jealousy. Jealousy that he was up every night, most likely with Allura by his side, her being basically all over him, her telling him how much he means to her.
But on the other hand, the possibility he’s had a thing for Allura this whole time.
Cute, skinny, Princess Allura.
You pressed your lips together, clutching your stomach, that now had an aching pain forming inside of it, as you climbed up the stairs, heading for Shiros room. Switching on the light source, you quickly skimmed the area, targeting some of your clothes and books and picking them up.
You weren’t gonna sleep in there. You didn’t want to sleep somewhere that reminded you of him and you definitely didn’t want to face him in the morning.
After you had everything stuffed under your arms, you exited the room, going down the hallway to your abandoned room on the right. Dropping your stuff on the floor, that’s when the tears started flowing.
And nothing would ever be the same again.
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Like you imagined, you didn’t get any sleep, whatsoever. You were fearful of Shiro stopping by your room to see what was wrong, but just like the voices in your head told you, he apparently didn’t care.
You turned your body toward the clock, that read 8:00 a.m.
Everyone was probably downstairs, eating breakfast before the start of the day. Quietly debating with yourself for the moment, you decided that the best way to avoid talking about your feelings was going out into the battle field and acting like nothing was wrong.
You let out an exasperated breath, sitting up and gathering your hair up in a ponytail. Slipping some sweatpants over your underwear, you headed towards the direction of the stairs.
Also known as, your worst nightmare.
As you stepped down the stairs, you could already hear the voices of most of the paladins, besides Lance and Hunk, because they were usually the main ones to sleep in. Everyone soon came into view; Coran and Allura having a conversation, Pidge was happily munching on her cereal, Keith was examining his blade on the couch, and Shiro was doing some sit ups on the floor.
You mumbled a good morning, as you walked into the kitchen area, trying to avoid looking at Shiro at all. You could somehow feel his eyes on you the entire time while you poured a cup of juice, taking a sip of it.
Please don’t come over here.. You thought as you focused on particles in the liquid.
“How are you this fine morning, Y/N?”
You glanced up to see Allura giving you one of her famous smiles, only making you envy her more.
“Uh. Just great. How are you? Did you get enough sleep last night?” You questioned, a bit of bitterness at the tone, but you don’t think she really noticed it. You knew Shiro was listening; so might as well give him a few signs right?
“Oh, plenty. Probably why I’m in such a great mood today.”
You plastered a fake smile on my face, as you lifted the glass to your mouth once more. Great mood, my ass. Probably dreaming about my boyfriend. Your eyes followed her as she made her way over to her next “victim”. You almost didn’t mean to, but as you looked up, it just so happened to be in Shiro’s direction.
And boy, did he look at you.
It was almost as if his eyes were pleading you to just talk to him.
You couldn’t help but keep his gaze, until you finally tore your eyes away, setting the glass down and scurrying up the stairs. You ran all the way to your room, the door sliding close behind you as you sat on your bed.
You knew you needed to talk to him.
Nothing good came from you holding back feelings.
And you knew he wanted to talk you.
But, talking about the possibility of him having feelings for someone else? It even sounded absurd out loud.
Your thoughts got immediately interrupted, as your door slide open again. You knew it was him and yet you kept your eyes steady on the floor, trying to focus on something else.
“I didn’t see you this morning in my room.”
You studied the way your feet moved, covering some of the shiny streaks in the floor. “Um, your room gets cold at night, so I decided to come sleep in my room for a change.”
It took him awhile to respond; you heard him walking toward your desk, picking up one of your picture frames.
“I missed you last night, you know.” He finally said, still glancing at the frame.
You got up, walking over to your closet, letting out a deep breath. “Well, didn’t make an effort to come get me, did you?” You grumbled under your breath, secretly wishing he hadn’t heard you, but really, you needed him too.
“Did I do something wrong, Y/N?” He asked, clearly fed up but in a I really want to fix this type tone. “You weren’t there last night, and you practically ignored me all morning.”
You shut your eyes , trying to contain your annoyance. “You know, if you wanted to be with Allura, you could’ve just said so.”
You continued to look at him as you watched his pissed off face turn into an confused one. But the next part, surprised you.
He let out a little laugh before pressing his lips together.
He seriously thought this was funny? Messing around with your feelings?
You bit your lip, trying to contain water escaping out of your sockets again, as you headed for the door. You were about to reach the hallway, when you felt a strong hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you back.
“Shiro, no-” You started to protest, but he shushed you.
He grabbed you by your waist, looking deep into your eyes as if searching for some sort of clarity. “Are you serious? That’s why you haven’t been talking to me? Because you think I have feelings for Allura?”
You didn’t meet his eyes, embarrassed. “I heard you two last night and-”
“You came to get me last night? Why didn’t I see you?”
“Because you seemed pretty cozied up with Allura and I didn’t want to interrupt anything.” You replied, your voice turning quiet every time you said her name. His eyes sparked in realization as a frown formed on his face.
“You heard our conversation.”
You simply nodded, biting your lip from the shame. Until he cupped your cheeks with both hands, looking intently into your eyes, making you stare at him back.
“She means nothing to me. You’re the one that I want, Y/N.”
And with that, he pulled your face closer, molding his lips with yours, you just surrendering yourself to him. Once he pulled away, he gave you a sweet smile.
“I’ve been acting stupid, haven’t I?” You ask, laughing a little, as you looked up at his handsome face.
He only shrugged, his grin growing more across his lips. “Eh, I like it when you’re jealous.”
Wow. That was longer than I thought it would be. Took me like three days. So, I’m guessing it had not only fluff and angst but also a little bit of NSFW, which I specifically said there wouldn’t be. I’m a lier.
Well, I hoped you enjoyed this @oreostars I really wanted Reader to act like how all us girls would feel, even though she was sort of harsh. Lol. She could have been on her period, you never know.
