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vampire shance au

lance is not exactly a night person. he’d rather go to a pool party than a night club, which is why all his instincts are screaming in his head to not go inside the crowded pub his friends are dragging him to

the neon lights and artificial smoke are dizzying, and the scent of drinks and sweat is very very noticeable. lance wants to go home but he’s been dreading going out with his study group for a while now and he doesn’t want to be one of those guys who are always giving lame excuses 

lance takes a long, deep breath. a few drinks won’t hurt, right? 

he’s on his fourth drink and the neon lights are somehow worse than before and the music isn’t loud enough until a tall guy tries to talk to him, a patch of white is the only thing that really registers in lance’s head 

the guy is very handsome, as far as lance’s tipsy (he is not drunk) brain is aware of so he doesn’t really objects when he is pulled to the dance floor, he’s drank enough to dance without being self-conscious 

the heavy hands on lance’s waits and hips feel nice, and so do the muscles under his palm. there’s little space between them, mouths half open, eyes looking into one another laze and lustily

‘what’s your name, big guy?’ lance high pitched screaming voice isn’t really the most charming, ‘shiro. and yours, pretty boy?’ and oh god, shiro’s voice is so smooth against his ear ‘the name’s lance’ he doesn’t shout this time and he can feel shiro’s gaze changing intensity. that’s good, right? 

right. cause now shiro is taking him to a far corner and pressing him against the wall. lance has sobered up a little and now he’s able to really take in shiro’s features and god, he is so very handsome. lance’s ready to be attacked by those beautiful lips 

‘can i kiss you, lance?’ at any other time lance would have found that sweet but right now he just wants to be kissed into oblivion 

shiro kisses like heaven and soon enough lance is trying his best to hold on to his last bit of reason, hands grasping shiro’s hair and shoulder tight. lance can’t think, he just feels. feels shiro’s hands holding him steady, feel his tongue hot against his own, his chest going up and down as fast as lance’s

lance grunts when shiro pulls away but his lips are hot against lance’s neck the next instant

he’s only half aware of the pain on his neck, the pressure there so strong it makes lance even dizzier. maybe it’s the alcohol because he feels like his blood is being sucked out, which is impossible. right?

when shiro’s lips are against his again, lance tastes blood. now talk about kinky

as hot and good at kisser shiro is, lance is too tired to keep going. his limbs weight more than his drunk self can handle at the moment

‘but i gotta get going, big guy. thanks for this, it was great’ ‘wait you have anyone to take you home?’ 'how considerate, but not really, i’ll find my way on foot’ 'let me walk you home, just walk, nothing else’ 

so shiro walks him home. lance rambles when he sober and completely babbles when drunk. he’s talking about politics in a second and the next he’s theorizing about the ancient gods or yelling about space 

what he talks about when he’s drunk barely makes any sense to most people, but somehow shiro understands all of what lance is saying, he even joins in the space talk 

lance trips and stumbles on nothing on their way to his house, shiro is there to catch him every time 

‘i think this is where i ask if you wanna come in’ 'will you?’ 'do you want to?’ shiro shrugs 'do you?’

yes, lance does. it’s probably really fucking stupid to bring a random guy into your house, especially when he specifically asks you to invite him in with all the formal speech, but shiro is hot and pretty nice and lance is still a little drunk and he doesn’t mind making out a bit more 

they limit themselves to the couch in lance’s living room. the couch is small and they barely fit but neither of them really care about that shiro trails kisses from lance’s mouth all the way down his neck. once again lance feels the pressure, this time a lot more painful than before 

'dude, take it easy’ but shiro isn’t answering 'take it easy on the neck’ shiro isn’t stopping either. the pain grows stronger by the second and lance is gripping on shiro’s shoulders, screaming his lungs out until he blacks out 

when lance wakes up the next day he’s still in his small couch, his back and neck hurt from sleeping in such awkward position 

as he lays there, extremely hangover and sore, lance remembers last night. the hot guy - shiro, how lance brought him home and lance passed out probably from exhaustion. he curses himself for being so careless last night

lance forces his body and mind to function and ignore the annoying sunlight, he has to check if nothing is missing, take a shower and eat something - he’s starving 

but before he can take two steps away from the couch, his stomach is turning and he’s vomiting all he has left in his stomach from last night

he hurries to he bathroom after that first batch on the living room’s floor. lance feels so sick, so nauseous and weak. his eyes are glossy and his mouth tastes like gutter, every time he thinks his body is done rejecting its content he goes back to stuffing his head in the toilet 

when lance undresses and looks at his miserable reflection, he is genuienly scared by the bruise on his neck where shiro had obviously abused of. the patch of skin is of a dark shades of purple and black, lance has never seen such a monstruous looking hickey in his whole 25 years of life, even his veins are a little marked

he takes a shower in the darker, finding the lack of light a lot easier to think. he makes his monthly ‘i’m never drinking again’ promise under the hot water

the sunlight really fucking bothers him okay, it just. burns his eyes to look and for some reason it makes his skin itchy 

his head hurts like a bitch, his mood is the fucking worst 

he tries everything; bread, apples, milk, tomatoes, noodles, everything tastes like cardboard and he throws up whatever he manages to swallow 

lance is having the worst hangover ever. did he drink that much yesterday? did that shiro guy put something on his drink? 

he spends the rest of the day hungry, with a killing headache, buried under the covers in the darkness of his room. he should be doing homework due to the next day but he couldn’t care less about college at that moment  

he can’t sleep at all during the night, only drifting off into sleep when his alarm rings and it’s day outside. fuck insomnia 

lance’s hangover isn’t even a little bit better; he still can’t eat, the light still bothers him, he is cold and now his teeth hurt for some forsaken reason

lance reluctantly goes to campus (not before buying some medicine at the nearest drugstore), wrapped around his fave hoodie and sunglasses on 

for some reason he’s hyper aware of everyone around him, their breathing, their pulse. everyone smell really good, people really are investing in cologne these days… 

‘dude, you so pale, are you sick?’ ‘i’m fine, just really hangover’ 

lance is halfway through his classes (the day’s been exhausting he just wants to sleep for a decade) when someone approaches him, this someone turning out to be shiro, he’s also wearing sunglasses and he looks even paler in natural daylight 

‘how are you?’ ‘utterly hangover’ he laughs dryly 

'thank you for not like, stealing all my stuff while i was blacked out’ ‘you were lucky i’m not this kind of person, please be more careful next time you go out’ ‘always so considerate’ 

lance questions shiro about the black hole he had sucked into his neck, but after seeing shiro blush and stutter, lance takes pity on the guy and drops the subject

‘are you even a college student?’ ‘you could say that’ ‘what does that even mean’

lance can’t sleep that night either, he blames the insomnia again. his stomach is still rejecting anything he tries to eat. making it the second day he’s somehow functioning without eating or sleeping

when shiro and him stumble upon each other on campus again, lance looks even worse than before. he’s pretty sure the guy would run away if he took a look at lance’s dark circles. but they just talk. if shiro looks concerned, he doesn’t mention it. which lance is thankful for 

its been a whole fucking week and lance is pretty sure hangovers aren’t supposed to last this long. so he goes to the doctor, a.k.a. google. all he finds is some stuff about vampires. which is complete utter bullshit because that’s just not realistic 

he (begrudgingly) goes on with life. yet this his inner self in love with conspiracy theories can’t shut up about the vampire thing. what ifs keep circling his head and he’s going fucking insane (proof: he’s starting to believe he’s a goddamn vampire) 

the next time shiro and him meet lance has never looked worse. this time shiro doesn’t let it slide. ‘we, hum, need to talk’ ‘i’ve got some questions myself, big buy’

turns out lance isn’t as insane as he thought. or maybe he’s been blacking out and doing drugs and not remembering a thing because shiro just looked at him straight in the eyes (those beautiful, beautiful grey eyes) and told him that he accidentally turned lance into a vampire

apparently, shiro couldn’t stop himself even after trying with all his willpower to stop sucking on lance’s neck (which said that in way sounds way too wrong). he died, shiro fed him vampire blood, bla bla bla now he he’s immortal and forever banned from churches 

‘what am i going to say to my family on sunday masses?’ ‘i can’t believe that’s what you’re worried about’

first thing shiro does is properly feed lance. thank god, because lance is starved. (is he even allowed to say god now?) 

shiro works at the blood bank (fucking convenient), so it’s easy for him to sneak some blood bags home and give it to lance. turns out that’s how shiro’s been feeding himself all this time. he promises no human blood has been in his system for over two hundrer years. which lance assumes is... good. he’s not ready to go on about killing people for their blood, that might be too much for him

lance is freaking out about all this okay? he is, just- internally (for now). he’s getting to know the perks of being a vampire which include, amazing speed and strength, all his senses are 10 times sharper, and he incredibly doesn’t need reading glasses anymore

of course shiro and lance make out. with no boundaries now.  with all the vampire powers allowed, their make out session are a bit... wild. they accidentally break two tables, and there’s a crack on the opposite wall of lance’s bed now. but it’s all incredibly fucking hot for lance to care. when he kisses shiro all his body can register with his new peter parker senses is shiro’s everything. it drives lance insane. 

they make out sessions turn into cuddling sessions that feel a lot more intimate. they talk about all kinds of topics and shiro is - as lance suspected since the beginning - a real nerd about space. which just brings them even closer. they marathon shows and movies and it’s really... domestic. 

when shiro smiles, lance thinks that if he still had a heartbeat, it’d be going crazy 

‘can vampires love?’ ‘some do, when they don’t lose their humanity’ ‘did you?’ ‘i have a hunch i didn’t’

they become that one power couple that look stunning and intimidating (they are deadly supernatural beings but that’s not the point). 

there are perks in this whole vampire thing, of course. but there are also downsides. lance just panics this one (and a bunch of other) time because he keeps thinking about his family, how they’re all going to just- die. and he’ll still be alive. hell, he’s probably going to have to fake his own death and keep moving cities, countries forever 

shiro always comforts lance when he has this wave of really bad and negative thoughts. but he doesn’t lie to lance, saying that that’s not how it’s going to be. it is exactly how it’s going to be. but they have each other now, they always will

‘are we going to be together for, like, forever?’ 'i’ve never done this before but turning someone kind of links your souls for- well, eternity.’ ‘i’m fine with that’ lance smiles big. because if one things he’s absolutely fine with about all this is that shiro, this big kindhearted amazing man, will be his (and vise versa) forever 

#shance #shiro #takashi shirogane #voltron shiro #vld shiro #vld lance #voltron lance #lance mcclain #lance x shiro #shiro x lance #voltron au #voltron headcanon #voltron #Voltron legendary defender

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is it cool if i write a oneshot/small fic about your ceo/assistant fic LIKE AH I NEED IT IN MY LIFE

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shance ceo/assistant au

(shiro is 28 and lance is 24)

shiro is a very important and successful ceo, which means he sleeps in black suits and has his hair slicked back all the time + a leather glove to hide his prosthetic hand and avoid questions about his car accident

shiro is in need of a new personal assistant and he hires no one other than lance

the boy has to admit he's pretty intimidated when he meets shiro, the guy just exhales authority and power 

lance is often bragging about himself to his coworkers, cracking jokes and throwing flirts away, people call him unprofessional behind his back, always disapproving of his behavior 

it takes a while but lance gets through that tough exterior, realizing shiro isn't as grumpy as his thick eyebrows and scar make him look. first sign of that is a kitten charm on shiro’s car keys 

shiro, unlike lance's coworkers, is very amused by lance’s sense of humor, eyes glimmering when he makes a joke (he even scoffed once!) 

despite lance’s playful behavior he is actually really smart

sometimes shiro frowns upon the papers on his desk, sulking and messing up his perfectly styled hair. lance glances at the problem and solves it within minutes (shiro was actually surprised when it first happened, lance just shrugged it off smugly) 

shiro always go for lance when he has doubts about something, a sign that he trusts lance’s insights and considers him more than just an assistant

in no time lance is comfortable enough to act like himself, playfully (most of the time) talking back and scolding shiro about his bad habits; working until late hours, skipping lunch, sometimes even pulling an all-nighter at the office 

for some reason shiro doesn’t even threatens to fire him when lance pokes his chest, ordering him to go home and rest, or when he half-sits on his desk when reciting his schedule 

lance is the first person who is bold enough to ask about shiro’s glove, questioning if the scar across his face has something to do with it

“are you hiding something or is it just to add to your mysterious persona?” lance is taken aback when shiro, who had warmed up to him, suddenly cuts him out for the rest of the day 

the next day lance brings a whole bacardi rum cake as a peace offer. “i baked it for you... or my mom did, but i helped!” he gives shiro space, promising to never touch the subject again unless shiro is willing to open up

“i’m surprised you haven’t fired me yet,” “you’re very good at your job,” and you wear amazingly tight pants to work, shiro thinks, and has a beautiful smile, soft hair and eyes full of life

shiro finds out that lance’s casual smiles grow and his blue eyes shine whenever shiro praises his work. shiro starts doing it more often, very pleased with every reaction 

unconsciously their interactions get more intimate; a reassuring hand on shiro’s shoulder, a hand on the small of lance’s back, hands holding as lance pulls shiro out of his office

shiro is invited for a banquet and he's allowed a plus one. his first and only option is lance, but he has no idea how to bring it up without sweating and being awkward 

he calls lance to his office first thing in the morning. all the training he did in front of the mirror worth nothing when the boy was actually there in front of him 

“there’s a banquet his weekend and i would like you to accompany me, if that’s okay with y-” “yes”

“i mean, we both know you wouldn’t survive any social event without me” lance tries to cover his excitement with a smug smirk but shiro notices his fingers gripping tightly onto the tablet in his hands, making shiro’s lips curl up 

upon shiro’s insistence and puppy eyes lance swallows his stubbornness and lets his boss buy him a brand new navy suit, not before shiro promised to never buy lance anything ever again, which the man reluctantly accepted (but didn’t really intend to comply)

“i don’t wanna sound ungrateful but didn’t they have a bigger size of pants?” “i fits you just fine,” shiro offered a smile and lance just shrugged it away, at least his ass looks great

shiro is overly touchy at the event, more than he has ever been, almost possessive; gloved hand always on the small of lance’s back when they walk, on lance’s thigh as he speaks in lance’s ear with sweet honeyed low voice

lance thanks his complexion for not letting the fire he’s feeling inside show on his face

“shirogane, it’s been a while since i’ve seen you in one of these events,” lotor, a ceo from a rival company speaks, speaks to shiro, before looking at lance, eyes glimmering in mischief “and who might this beautiful boy be?” 

shiro is too surprised with the jealousy he’s feeling to make a comeback at the other man. he was jealous?  

“hey! i’m not interested in you, nice to meet you, now if you may excuse us.” lance hooks their arms together and drags a frowning shiro away from lotor’s range. “can you believe that guy? like anyone here is better looking than you!” lance scoffs before he realized what he had just said, panicking rising inside him

shiro’s frown softens as he looks at a very distressed lance, placing a reassuring hand on the boy’s shoulder and smiling brightly, lance is just too cute

lance’s legs are gonna fucking give up on him cause shiro just smiled at him with all teeth showing, eyes wrinkling. an actual smile. just for lance to see. he holds back from punching his own chest and screaming for his heart to stop being so fucking loud

the banquet comes to an end and there is no way lance can talk shiro out of driving him home, but he’s not that reluctant himself 

when shiro parks outside lance’s house they stay still for a moment, not even breathing, just hoping. the night had been so surreal. they’ve spent time together outside the office for the first time. neither of them wanted it to end just then

shiro inhales and is about to speak when the house’s door opens with a bang, shattering that delicate moment in pieces. lance immediately regrets not being more persistent about shiro not coming near his house

lance’s big family falls into chaos when lance gets out of the car, screaming at all of them to go back inside and mind their business 

he hears shiro leaving the fucking car and lance wishes for a lightening to struck him right there and then

“mom lance has a boyfriend!” “and he has batman’s car!”

lance expects shiro to merciless fire him right in front of his big mess of a family but he’s met with a fond expression on the man’s face. lance takes the luck he’s got and bids shiro farewell before his siblings could cost him his job

at 24 years old lance should be living by himself but he would miss his family too much

shiro thinks lance is really lucky to come back to a house full of life every day, while he comes to an empty apartment 

lance brings another bacardi rum cake the next day, apologizing for his siblings’ behavior. “this time i baked it myself while my sister wouldn’t shut up about how good we look together” he rambles on his way out, leaving shiro gaping at the door, ears red

after a month of pining for each other they finally give in to the sexual tension and make out on shiro’s desk until they’re interrupted by shiro’s phone ringing. shiro kisses lance’s neck while answering the call just because

shiro has to leave for a last minute meeting, but not before lance straightens his suit, tie and hair, sending his boss off while still sitting on the desk, swollen lips, shirt half open and body burning 

neither of them really know what to do or how to act after that until shiro asks lance out on a dinner date, and another, and another, 

this one time shiro sleeps at work again and lance gets there while shiro’s making his own coffee in his office’s small kitchen, untidy hair and shirt sleeves rolled up, exposing his prosthetic metal arm 

“nice arm” lance greets and shiro just. freezes. his breathing accelerates and he can’t hear what lance is saying, he doesn’t register the mug in his hand smashing on the floor 

lance crouches on the floor with shiro, holding his left shoulder and right cheek, repeating ‘it’s okay, shiro, it’s okay’ like a mantra until shiro’s breathing is even once again 

lance slowly reaches for shiro’s prosthetic hand and waits for him to relax into the touch. he brings shiro’s hand to his face, finally allowing tears to roll out of his eyes

“i love you shiro, so much, all of you. and this is a part of you i don’t ever wish to cast aside.”

for outsiders, their dynamic seem the same as before, and it is, except now they constantly kiss (a smooch, a peck, a make out), share a way deeper bond and have pure love shimmering in their eyes.

lance would describe shiro meeting his family as a complete disaster, shiro would say it was very endearing to see this many people loving lance the way he deserved, and how lance loved them back

lance meets shiro’s adoptive brother keith and things could have run smoother if their personalities didn’t crash so violently

shiro eventually asks lance to move in with him and lance figures it’s time to move out. “only because it’s easier to keep an eye on you this way” 

they adopt a 35kg black and white kitten that shiro can carry around on his shoulders “babe you’re so strong, carry me too!”

everyone in the company knows about their relationship and no one dares to mess with lance anymore

they have no problem on keeping things professional, making a few exceptions sometimes 

nsfw bonus under the line!!

shiro’s favorite fucking spot is on his desk

shiro likes to see lance removing the glove with his teeth

lance loves to ride shiro in his office chair, the metal hand having stretched him open

nothing can make lance shudder in pleasure like praising

shiro likes to bend lance down on his desk, tie his arms and eat his ass good

lance doesn’t spend a day with skin free of marks and shiro without scratches

#this is so fucking long #shance #vld lance #lance #lance mcclain #vld shiro #voltron #vld #shiro #takashi shirogane #ceo!shiro #assistant!lance #voltron legendary defender

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lancelot coffee shop au (space version)

lotor owns a small coffee shop (or the space equivalent for that) a few feet away from one of the planet’s main ship hangar, that (and lotor’s good looks) helps keeping the business alive

he works alone, he’s an incredible barista and can make four orders at the same time

lotor is also an artist and lives on a small apartment, that he turned into a studio, on top of the shop

he always has his hair up in a ponytail and a little bit of paint on his face 

25 y/o lance is just a pilot who travels around space and sometimes gambles for whatever he thinks is valuable 

he stops at the hangar to get more supplies and fuel for the next journey when he enters the small coffee shop. lance sees lotor at the counter and wow what a beauty 

lance flirts with lotor and surprisingly lotor flirts back 

lance isn’t used to that so he’s kinda disoriented, blushing vigorously and not knowing what to say next 

lotor draws heart on lance’s order and blows him a kiss whenever he catches lance looking

lance thinks that maybe staying in that planet for a few weeks wouldn’t be so bad, he’s been traveling for months after all

they bluntly flirt with each other for a couple of days; longing stares, flashing smiles, brushing fingers, lame pick up lines that make lotor giggle

this one time the shop is really busy so lance grabs one of the few books in his language to pass the time until lotor has a few minutes to give him attention

he plans to just give it quick a look but he ends up getting so absorbed in the story lance reads it until it’s time to close 

“what’s so interested about this book that stopped you from looking at my ass all day?” and lotor was wearing especially tight pants that day

“you might as well stay for dinner,” lotor takes lance to his studio/house and lance looks at the paintings and sculptures while lotor cooks something lance has no idea what it is but it smells really good

they drink a bit too much wine (or the space equivalent for that) and lance smiles at the strong red tinting lotor’s cheeks. it looks beautiful against his lilac skin

they make out a lot that night, so much you can’t tell if their red lips are from kissing or drinking 

lance stays over but they just cuddle on the sofa which is too small for the both of them and they would wake up the next day with really sore muscles 

it becomes a habit. lance stays for dinner and eventually, the night. neither of them knows what they exactly are but they work just fine like this

lance loves to run his hands through lotor’s hair and he feels special knowing that he’s the only one that has seen lotor with his hair down (and he must say, it’s a sight to the eye) 

lotor starts painting a lot of blue stuff. he compares different shades of blue with lance’s eye until he gets the right color, quickly kissing lance as a ‘thank you for staring at the light for ten minutes’ 

lance has always missed the earth so he talks about it a lot, lotor starts painting his descriptions, hanging them around the apartment and the tight feeling inside lance’s heart fades a little 

lance gets himself a corner of the studio and starts writing novels about his journeys through space 

lotor’s sketch book is full of lance, lance, lance

lance sometimes sleeps on top of his manuscripts and lotor drags him to bed

making breakfast together more like lotor cooks and lance clings to him 

“are we boyfriends?” “the costumers who come for my looks will be very satisfied if we aren’t” “i know the number one rule is costumer satisfaction but we’ll make an exception here”

almost all of lance’s stuff is at lotor’s place at this point and drinking coffee every day gets tiring so lance starts helping around at the shop 

“i’m not gonna pay you, ya hear me?” “not even with bed hours?” “i’ll think about that…” even though he doesn’t need help, lance looks really happy to be helping so lotor lets him

eventually they’re living and running the shop together. lance never thought he would settle down like this, but waking up to lotor’s toothy smile is better than waking up to thousand of stars 

#they look so good together they deserve a healthy hc #voltron au #lance mcclain #lance x lotor #lancelot #prince lotor #vld lotor #lotorlance #lotor x lance #mine

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shance prince/knight + reincarnation au

it takes place 10,000 years ago, when altea was still a planet full of life ruled by king alfor. the people were so happy they had festivals every month, celebrating nothing more than just being alive

lance is a very curious and adventurous prince. he explores the forest - no one can find him for hours, he knows every secret passage, he plays with the lions in the gardens (they have Real space lions as pets) and he’s the only one who can ride them. lance is young and so alive, he’s got the wind in his hair and a dream in his eyes and a song in his heart.

but zarkon started a war against the universe. lance can’t ride the lions through the fields anymore, the royal family and every altean is in danger. that doesn’t stop lance from sneaking out though, it’s a guard that does. not any guard, the king’s best soldier is put to have his eyes on lance full time.

shiro is a rescued prisoner that serves the king to show his eternal gratitude. his pale skin, grey eyes and dark black hair makes him stand out, not to mention the round, small ears. so of course lance has seen him before, hell he even had a small crush on the guy, he was a hero!

lance’s first instinct when his father break the news that he has a bodyguard is to flirt with shiro, the man was a piece of cake after all. you know the cheesiest pick up line you can think of? that’s the one he uses. shiro is unaffected by it, not even a roll of eyes like king alfor’s. nothing. nada. that really pisses lance off for some reason. two hours go by and lance ramble a lot but all shiro do is listen, no answer except a few head shakes, that just makes lance really fucking annoyed.

lance calling shiro a babysitter and stomping his feet around the palace and just being a little brat cause shiro’s lack of words is annoying the fuck out of him.

lance avoids shiro so he can sneak out, but every time he tries shiro always catches him in the act. it’s been a week since lance last left the castle and he’s starting to lose his mind, he feels like the walls are closing upon him.

“if you come outside with me technically we wouldn’t be disobeying my father’s orders right? you’ll be protecting me the whole time!” and with that lance gets to go out of the palace, feel the wind in his hair and the dirty under his feet again. lance thinks he might have seen shiro smile but it was too dark to tell.

it becomes a habit, they sneak out every night. they climb trees, race through the flower fields, shiro can even ride a lion (and that makes lance very impressed), lance’s jokes make shiro smile and this time he can see it properly under the moonlight.

they never hold a two way conversation, it’s always lance talking and shiro listening. the silences that were so cold have gotten warmer night by night. so have lance’s curiosity to hear shiro’s voice.

“why do you never talk back to me, shiro? is it some kind of rule from my father?” lance questions in the dim lights of his bedroom when they get back from another sneak out. to that, shiro lowers the collar of his uniform, revealing an ugly scar on his throat. lance just quietly gasps and shiro hides it again, looking nervous, as if he was ashamed of it. lance reaches for his collar and looks up at shiro, silently asking for permission. once he gives a quick nod, lance pulls the hard fabric down and looks at the rough patch of skin. he traces it gently with his fingers before kissing it softly. “it’s alright” is all he says to shiro, who only bows before leaving the room.  

neither of them get any of sleep that night. both thinking about each other and their feelings.

lance opens up about his insecurities to shiro, about feeling like a replacement, always being second, no one trusting him with important issues, that he could prove himself if someone would just let him try.

zarkon’s empire grows stronger, harder to fight against. no one could stop him from reaching altea. it’s the middle of the night when zarkon attacks.

lance is swept off his feet by the sound of his door bursting open and shiro picking him up from his bed. he soon realizes what is going on and holds tight onto his bodyguard, his friend.

the king is in his armor shouting orders to everyone, including shiro. ordering him to go into the battlefield.

lance sees his father push allura into a healing pod and he knows he’s next. lance can’t let go of shiro, he just can’t, not even on his father’s command.

“i can’t let you go” from lance is what makes shiro kiss the tear-eyed prince. it just makes their hearts heavier, it’s a goodbye kiss.

next thing, lance is being pushed into a healing pod, being left behind, by the man he loves so dearly. maybe in another life they would share a happier kiss.

lance opens his eyes like he had closed them just seconds ago, his heart still aches and his lips still tingles. he falls forward but is caught by strong arms that feel oh just so familiar, just like that time when he fell from a tree. he looks up to meet with grey, warm eyes. maybe he’s dead after all.

“are you alright?” shiro speaks. lance can’t seem to do the same, he’s too in shock, his eyes starting to water. something was incredibly wrong but right at the same time.

allura touches his shoulder and explains to him that they’ve been asleep for 10,000 years. lance looks at shiro, his shiro, reincarnated.

he can see the differences; the scar on his nose, the white patch of hair, the metal arm, but above all that, his voice. lance looks at shiro so heart-brokenly cause he doesn’t remember him. shiro doesn’t remember riding lions, climbing trees, kissing lance. and it hurts.

for the next weeks lance avoids everyone, it’s hard to get used to the idea that you’ve never existed to the man you love while you’ve been dreaming of him for thousands of years. but shiro is alive again, they’re together, sort of. he should be happy, shouldn’t he?

except shiro had always had dreams about a dark-skinned boy with shiny blue eyes but he didn’t know it meant anything until he saw lance falling into his arms that day. now, faint flashes of memories are coming back but shiro can’t piece them together, everything is too confusing.

lance is around more often, though he carries a sad look on his face and heavy shoulders. they don’t notice lance’s ears moving slightly when shiro enters the room, his eyes glimmering whenever shiro speaks (except allura).

the voice lance craved to hear for so long, it’s the most beautiful sound he has ever heard, nothing like he had imagined. he often tears up whenever he listens to it for too long, when shiro explains battle tactics, lance has to excuse himself.

lance isn’t aware of shiro’s intrigued eyes on him and shiro isn’t aware of lance’s melancholic stares.

they find themselves alone one night, it’s awkward, like the first time they sneaked out together. lance smiles fondly at the thought and shiro likes to see him smile. shiro tries small talk, maybe if they talk more he will know what is that feeling inside him whenever the prince is around. but this time is lance’s time to just nod, he’d break down crying if he said something.

shiro makes a horrible joke and lance can’t help but snort at the other. the atmosphere around them becomes a lot lighter after that.

they find themselves often drawn to one another, always accidentally being alone in a room, teasing, brushing hands, bumping shoulders.

they are falling in love all over again.

they dance around each other for weeks, pining for days. lance reviving his rather fresh memories and shiro trying to grasp his very old ones.

it’s when coran is rambling about using a memory device to reactivate old useful memories of his about crystals that lance’s mind clicks.

“do you trust me?” lance asks one night, hand stretched to shiro, who doesn’t need to think twice. lance takes shiro to the room where he and allura connect with their father’s memory. lance plugs the device on shiro’s temples and waits.

the memories come to shiro in a rush, all together but clear nonetheless. when the device is turned off his eyes are wild, manic. he has fallen on his knees, his breathing accelerated, heart racing as fast as the night he pushed lance into that healing pod. everything is suddenly so clear. it’s been so long.

lance is staring at shiro, big hopeful blue eyes full of melancholia, when shiro rips the plugs off his head and pulls lance down into his arms. that feeling in his chest settling down for the first time in his life.

shiro says the three words to lance’s ear, just for him to hear. neither of them can hold back tears when their lips meet, a welcome back kiss.

BONUS:

shiro and lance going to the last altean festival before zarkon’s attack together. shiro has never been to one so lance insists on taking him. he drags shiro everywhere and he can tell shiro is having fun. lance pulls him to dance and they spin around under the glowing stars, knowing deep down that when they stopped they would have already fallen.

#this is long and kinda messy but i love it #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld lance #vld shiro #voltron lance #voltron shiro #altean lance #altean!lance #knight!shiro #knight shiro #shance #shiro x lance #lance x shiro #vld shance #give shance a chance #prince and knight #voltron au #voltron hc #voltron headcanon #reincarnation au

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shiro has constant panic attacks and lance patiently helps him through it every time. it gets less frequent with time and shiro even has whole nights of sleep free of nightmares whenever lance sleeps in his bed (it becomes a habit but just for shiro wellbeing ofc)

shance au: beauty and the beast space version

after being captured and tortured by the galra empire, shiro is no more use for them so haggar turns him into a galra and leaves him on a small far off planet. the spell can only be broken when someone sees whom he truly is (but what are the odds of that happening am i right?). 

shiro doesn’t try to leave the planet, he is disgusted with himself. now he is one of them. one of the kind who destroy universes, one of the kind who killed his team, who tortured him, who ripped his arm off. time goes by, weeks, months, maybe years, and he’s all alone, which leads him to develop severe paranoia and ptsd, not to mention self-loathing. he’s trapped in his own mind, losing himself, his memories of when he was human fading one by one.

lance mcclain is a garrison pilot on earth, dreaming of leaving this planet behind and exploring all the galaxies he could reach. everyone thinks he’s nuts, no one really listens to him ramble about other universes (except hunk). lance finally gets to go on a mission, he even has his own ship! it’s not the best ship but it’s still something, something he can kiss earth goodbye with. 

he’s two days into the mission, no aliens (yet) much for lance’s disappointment, when he’s caught off guard by a giant wormhole. and yes offense to the garrison but his ship was tiny, there was no way he could get away with this one. and he doesn’t. he closes his eyes and waits for the worse, which turns out to be a very rough landing on a unknown planet, which isn’t the worse considering he was expecting death. 

lance is disoriented and maybe bleeding a little when someone - or something, - rips the ship’s door open like it was nothing and grabs him. he’s excited cause that’s definitely not human but also terrified cause they don’t seem very friendly or welcoming. lance tries to say something like “i’ve come in peace” but he must have hit his head cause he can’t seem to be able to say anything coherent. 

shiro is a 10′ tall purple creature with fangs sticking out of his lips and very sharp claws so naturally lance should be terrified but wow that’s an alien right there!!!! yes, a scary looking alien but not as scary as the ones from holywood movies. he was even a little attractive, lance may say. shiro tells lance to leave right away or else he’d kill him but for some reason lance isn’t scared, shiro’s threats don’t work on him. 

lance’s ship is clearly not working so he might as well make himself at home. (”hey you got something to eat? the garrison food sucks”) 

shiro is so very confused cause lance isn’t afraid or attacking him, he keeps his guard up all the time tho. but lance is funny and he makes shiro laugh for the first time ever since he has been in space. it starts as a snort, the second time it’s a rusty, failed laugh, the fourth it’s a full on laughter, to the point where he slaps his knee. shiro’s laugh is deep and rings through lance’s entire body.

they spend time stargazing, cooking, training. lance tells shiro about his dream of exploring the universe and shiro actually listens, with a shine in his yellow eyes. shiro tells lance about all the planets he has visited and lance’s blue irises gleam like the ocean on a sunny day.

shiro becomes more human. he had forgotten what having a friendly company by his side feels like. now he remembers more of when he has himself. he also catches himself admiring lance, what a sight to the eye the boy was. copper smooth skin, a dazzling smile and eyes shiro could spend the eternity looking at. 

lance sees shiro. he sees past the galra facade. he was kind and caring, he would listen to lance ramble about things like they were the secrets of the universe. hunk would freak out if lance told him he finds an alien attractive but lance couldn’t help it, day by day, he’s being drawn to the other more and more. if all aliens were like shiro lance would sure never leave space. 

shiro wants to impress lance so he makes the fanciest dinner he can with the resources of the planet while lance is napping. lance is very surprised and please with the effort and attention shiro gives him, no one has ever really payed attention to lance before. that night shiro brings him to the roof and sings a slow, calm song as they waltz under thousands of stars and three moons. 

lance will never forget shiro’s voice, making his body shiver and head spin. shiro will never forget lance’s eyes reflecting all the stars of the sky, holding the entire galaxy within. 

“i was so close, man! i even left the earth’s system! but nooo i just had to crash the damn ship” lance says once. it then hits shiro that lance doesn’t want to be stuck in that dusty planet with a beast like him, with someone who’s face is covered in scars and hands stained by blood. how did he let himself get so carried away? why did he let himself have hope? “at least something good came out of it, i met you!” lance’s smile is so genuine this time, so different from the usual smirks, it steals the air out of shiro’s lugs, it steals his heart away. 

lance has his whole life ahead of him, he has dreams, whilst shiro is done with all of that. he starts fixing lance’s ship, and lance hesitantly helps, he knew he would have to leave at some point he just didn’t know it would be so soon. he would miss shiro. 

they subconsciously work very slowly, with a lot of breaks and days off, but eventually the ship is ready. although, neither of them is ready to say goodbye.

the garrison had been trying to track lance all this time (pidge built very advanced satellites to help them), they sent all of their best pilots, soldiers and techs to get him cause he was in a part of the universe no one has ever been to. 

when the whole squad get to the planet and see shiro they all feel threatened, and the fact that lance is with him doesn’t help cause they think he’s being held hostage by the 10′ tall purple unknown organism. the team don’t think twice before going all in against shiro despite lance’s attempt to stop them, they just wouldn’t listen, they never have. 

shiro is a great fighter though, and it’s hard to beat him, but they do eventually, he’s outnumbered after all. it’s fine, shiro thinks, lance gets to go home and try again now.

lance struggles to get out of the soldiers’ grip. damn them if they think he’s crazy, he would not let shiro die. he chokes back the tears when he sees the amount of blood around shiro, that’s just too much blood. lance kneels down next to shiro and holds his face in his hands, chanting reassuring words to both of them. everything will be fine. 

except shiro is getting weaker by the second, pain taking over his body. he brushes lance’s cheek with the last bit of energy he has, a painful smile on his lips. at least lance was there, smiling down at him, blue eyes filled with tears, beautiful blue waterfalls. lance, always so stunning, always so good. too good for him, his lance.

shiro’s body goes still and lance just breaks down, laying on shiro’s chest, clutching onto his clothes, letting out screams so full of grief, painful even for the soldier who had done this to hear. he whispers three words in between sobs, words so short, so quiet, that hold such meaning. 

lance is so absorbed in his own misery he isn’t aware of the body beneath him transforming, shifting into something else. he is aware thought of the faint heartbeat trumping quietly under his ear. lance shoves himself backwards, not believing his eyes, how much has he cried? he backs away, that could not be shiro. that handsome human getting on his knees could not be his big purple alien.

shiro looks up at the man looking at him with suspicious blue eyes, “lance, it’s me” and he laughs. lance would recognize that laughter anywhere in the universe. “it is you” lance jumps in shiro’s arms, so strange and yet familiar, tears of happiness streaming down his cheeks. shiro could taste them when they kissed. 

every spell has its way to be broken, and haggar never thought someone could love shiro as a galra, but that’s cause she didn’t know lance mcclain existed. 

shiro and lance live happily ever after, traveling trough galaxies together. 

#shance #batb au #reblog