#i still ship shance tho nothing will make me Not ship shance

[thelionshoarde]

Voltron legendary defender, Shance, "Hey Beautiful. Oh $hit, wrong beautiful!" (You don't have to censor the swear if you're comfortable using it)

THIS IS SO LATE, but your prompt inspired an au where the galra never pick up the kerberos team and now shiro has to deal with being back home, not being as over adam as he thought he was, sick again for the first time in a while, and with the WHOLE WORLD now aware of his disease because sanda is a dick! And also most definitely some adorable shance. (or at least, i consider it adorable. there will be duck videos!!!) a thousand pardons for the tardiness, i kept waiting until i finished the whole fic but i’m hella slow and i just keep ADDING THINGS instead

anyway, this is JUST the scene with your prompt in it lol

psa: i focused mostly on ms rather than polio when researching for shiro’s disease, but 1) i need to do a lot more research and 2) i have no personal authority or experience over this topic (tho i do have some experience with chronic illness), so while i am trying to be respectful and realistic about what shiro in this circumstance might be dealing with, please remember that i know nothing about anything, thank you

“Hey, Captain!” called a grinning engineer, coveralls down about her waist. “Good to see you up and about!”

Ah.

Shiro let his shades fall down, slapping against the sides of his nose with gentle pressure. He angled a grin and a wave, and said, “Hey yourself,” and was content to shove his hands into the pockets of his jacket and amble on over toward a big beauty all by herself on the far side.

He had been hoping not to be recognized.

More than that, he had been hoping not to be recognized in direct correlation to his disease. It wasn’t as though it weren’t a part of him, obviously -- he had to deal with it, he had to adjust the world around him to factor it in. It was there, always. But there had been a reason he’d kept it so under wraps. Shiro preferred when it was only ever acknowledged as an afterthought -- he wanted people to see him, not some version of him distorted by sickness.

At least the ‘ships were still beautiful and the summer breeze nice. He made it through the rest of the ‘yard without incident, taking a slow, curving path toward what looked to be a Corona Class vessel. Bulky, heavily shielded, made to withstand longer bouts of radiation than most of the fighters. Her cargo bay was a massive belly on the back half of her fuselage; she had to be hell on turns. And she was just as beautiful close up as she’d been at a distance. Even with his sunglasses on half of the ‘ship was a glare of sun on metal too bright to see through. It didn’t bother him; he knew a good freighter when he saw one.

Shiro came to an unsteady, grateful stop in the shadow of her nose, trying to ignore the way the world had slowly started spinning lopsided on its axis on the way over. He really should have brought his cane, but also: fuck his cane.

“Hello gorgeous,” he called up to the cockpit, nearly as bulbous as her cargo bay.

To his surprise, a voice called back: “You flatterer!”

Startled, Shiro took a step backward and nearly lost his footing, muscles not quite responding how they ought. Damn. He hadn’t realized there was anyone here. The ‘ship had been quiet the whole way over, and -- oh.

That was a torso and head rearing up from the cockpit, the top of which was apparently popped.

Shiro hadn’t been able to tell with the sun shining through the quartz glass at this angle. Ohhh shit, Shiro thought, embarrassed, as the person leaned down over the side of it and laughingly said, “I could say the same to you, Captain! I did not expect to see you here.”

“I didn’t mean you,” Shiro muttered, but he had a feeling his voice had carried with the wind because the shadowy blob nearly twenty feet overhead snickered a little. So Shiro said, louder, “I was talking to the ‘ship. I can’t even see you.”

“Just a minute and I can fix that!” the voice said, cheerily enough.

Shiro squinted through his shades, still embarrassed, and watched as the figure disappeared back into the ‘ship. The cockpits on freighter class vessels were only released for maintenance or in the case of critical emergencies out in the black. That high up in the air it wasn’t feasible to get in and out of in anything less than zero-G. A moment later and the cargo door dropped open with a creaking groan beneath the ‘ship’s high-mounted tail.

Shiro considered turning around and wandering off the way he’d come. But --

He had left the apartment because he couldn’t stand to be there, trapped. He had never felt trapped inside a spacecraft, though, even one that was grounded. And what was one person versus a whole Garrison full of them, which he’d have to traverse again if he wanted to leave. He’d been stopped only once on the way out here, yes, but there was no telling how many might stop him a second time.

And besides. He was pretty certain he wasn’t going to be able to make the walk without issue, if the numbness spreading through his shoulder, now, was any indication.

Fuck, this was awful. What was the best option here? Suddenly he felt tired all over again, weary and worn down, hating how something once so simple had become so complex. He’d just wanted to see the damn spaceships. Fuck this relapse, and fuck himself for not putting on the damned pump when his doctor had told him to.

“Hey, Captain!” the voice called once more, peering out at him, crouched absurdly halfway down the lowered ramp. “Do you want to check my girl out or not?”

The grin smudging against the corners of his mouth in response to that casual, boasting question was all the reason Shiro needed to feel better about staying right here, at least. Hands in his pockets, Shiro carefully ambled on over to the back half of the ‘ship, working hard to keep it natural looking. “Corona Class, right? I recognize the body type, but I didn’t realize there were any still in active use. There were only, hm… three? Before I left for Kerberos.”

“Yup. Helen’s the last one standing. And she’s been refitted, too, so she’s super sexy. I bet you’ve never seen anything like her.”

Snorting, Shiro finally came around aft and put a cautious foot up on the heavy metal of the cargo door, converted into a ramp here where it had thumped into the ground. “I bet I haven’t,” Shiro agreed peaceably enough. He always enjoyed it when pilots were a little in love with their ‘ships. Somehow it made him trust them more.

“Come on, come on, get up here! I never thought I’d get to show off for Captain Shirogane, I’m about to pee myself in excitement here, come on.”

“Whoa,” said Shiro, brows skyrocketing and finding a hand thrust down to help him up the ramp. The sight made something tighten inside his chest, and it was on the tip of his tongue to protest that he didn’t need any help, thank you, he knew his way around a fucking freighter. But then he followed that hand up to the man it apparently belonged to and recognized him.

“Oh,” said Shiro, startled. “You’re -- Ensign Maine, right? From the uh. The press conference?”

The ensign had risen from his crouch and come to stand sideways, staring back into the belly of the ‘ship. His hand was wiggling in impatience, and considering his past experience with this particular ensign, Shiro had the sudden, strong impression that it hadn’t been held out in deference to Shiro’s potential delicacy, and instead simply because he was eager to get Shiro in and started on the tour and this was the compromise to coming down, grabbing Shiro by his jacket, and hauling him bodily up the ramp.

Huh.

Shiro was about to go ahead and take that hand, because he could probably use the help even if he didn’t want it, and this kind of offer was far more palatable than his first assumption. But at the question, the ensign squawked, swinging around to face him. Standing farther up the incline as he was, it put him taller than Shiro, and his eyes were dark and wide, mouth gaping open in ridiculous, dramatic affront. “Maine,” he said, indignant. “That -- totally not my name, oh my god. Have you thought -- ? Agh! And all this time I’ve been so excited that I actually talked to you and you didn’t even know my name, what --”

Shiro reached up and snagged the ensign’s hand in his, tugging hard, just to get him to shut up. And also maybe because he wanted to. Just a little. Smirking, Shiro said, “I still remember you. Sorry I got the name wrong. What is it?”

He would have looked for himself, but for whatever reason this ensign seemed determined to make it impossible to see the damned name sewn onto his clothes. He was in orange again today, but this time it was a dirty coverall, the upper portion shrugged off to revealed toned biceps and forearms and what appeared to be a firm chest beneath a too-tight white undershirt. Happily, it was still just bright enough on the ramp that Shiro hadn’t had to take off his sunglasses, so the guy wouldn’t be able to tell where Shiro’s gaze was lingering. He let himself appreciate the way the ensign’s bicep bulged like a softball as he took Shiro’s weight, standing firm.

Nice.

“McClain,” said the man, now grinning down at him. It was a very white grin, big and bright in a lean, handsome face, and Shiro finally reached up to twitch his sunglasses atop his head, because Ensign McClain was officially pretty enough for eye-candy and -- yep, those eyes were blue, dark and a little wicked with that glint in them.

“Nice to meet you, Ensign McClain,” Shiro said.

McClain waggled his brows and drew Shiro a little closer, up half a step onto the ramp. “The pleasure, Captain,” he teased, “is all mine. Trust me on that one.”

[maternalcube]

i did an art summary so now im doing a fic summary. i was tagged by @jamthedingus also!! ive never done one of these before!! lets go!!!

Rest (13106)

Keith & Lance's Island Adventure (20631)

Atlantis (10014 words)

The Way to a Man’s Heart (6858 words)

nobody's business (2096 words)

leave, and take (557 words)

dead girl walking (1661 words)

the course of fate (1039 words)

who ya gonna call (465 words)

come here often? (806 words)

til kingdom come (1950 words)

stars in the sky (pt 2) (5404 words)

a song of falling (630 words)

Eyes to the Sky (3683 words)

Feet on the Ground (4050 words)

Divergence (6669 words)

homecoming (1426 words)

Window of Opportunity (11144 words)

along that wilderness of glass (3801 words)

string theory (2327 words)

Katt Week (1062 words)

The Pining-Plant (3860 words)

at the end of many worlds (21684 words)

you're my home (19646 words)

Believe Me (3177 words)

Starchild (3568 words)

Summer Heat (2285 words)

third time's the charm (5349 words)

Blackbird (59546 words)

The Sixth Planet (9444 words)

all the infinite realities (1197 words)

Total Fics: 31! (plus one i posted anonymously lmao) Total Words: 229999! (except parts of string theory and the sixth planet were actually posted last year... but still, what a number)

more under the cut!

Ship/character breakdown: i didnt filter out my prompt collection or abandoned wips here so /shrug Ship breakdown:

klance - 6 sheith - 5 shance - 5 katt - 4 heith - 3 pallura - 2 and one each of plance, kallura, allurance, shatt, shkatt, kidge, kidgance, and shunk. and keiths parents lol. let it never be said i am not a multishipper.

and i know gen isnt a ship but it tied with klance at 6 (plus whatevers in the prompt collection) which was a surprise

Character breakdown: man if theres a way to get ao3 to show me ALL the stats, i dont know it. but.

keith - 25 (shocker) shiro - 23 lance - 21 pidge - 17 hunk - 16 allura - 12 matt - 12 and then coran and sam are at 4, and zarkon ats 3 and presumably many others are at 3 or less

Characters that had the main focus: well ~9 were from keiths pov, and ~5 each from shiro and lances povs. i think i also had ~5 from multiple points of view. its safe to say that keith has my heart tho lol

Specifics:

Best/worst title? Best title: i still like “at the end of many worlds.” i weirdly still like “Blackbird” too even if it has nothing to do with anything... Worst title: “Rest.” :/ also like all of the abandoned wips bc i didnt care. and “Keith & Lance's Island Adventure.″ some of my zine fic titles were also... bad. im bad at titles.

Best/worst first line?

Best: Keith & Lance's Island Adventure. ok the title is bad but this line? this really sets the tone for whole fic. you know what youre getting yourself into here.

When Pidge invited Keith to a fully-funded graduation party aboard the Holt family boat (“the smaller one, anyway,” she’d said), this is not exactly what he'd pictured: three of them standing on a wobbly dock, packed bags at their feet, sky cloudy and gray, while the Holt siblings stand on a little ledge off the back of the boat and deny entry.

Worst: ive got two for this lol

at the end of many worlds: even i have to read this a couple times to figure out what i was trying to say. at least you know youre in for pain...

Keith’s mother shows up to interrupt movie night often enough that, this time, Keith almost doesn’t realize anything’s wrong. Almost, because she’s silhouetted by the movie, but she’s clutching her arm and panting for breath, and in the thin edge of light around her he sees a wet and vibrant red.

Divergence: because all your friends being dead is EXACTLY like losing at dodgeball. yeah, theres a reason i abandoned this one.

Hunk always hated playing dodgeball. Not because he was bad at it--though he was--but because he always ended up the last one standing, and therefore the only target for the entire other team. It was due to a tendency to hang unnoticed in the back, he knew, but that didn't change the sickening, empty feeling of looking around and realizing there's no one left but him, and there's no way he can win. Only wait for the inevitable.

This, Hunk decides, is a lot like that, only, like, a billion times worse.

Best/worst last line?

Best: The Pining-Plant. there are a few others that were cute too but this one is also good out of context so

And then the pod swishes open and he's scrambling to catch Pidge as she stumbles out. She clings to his arms to steady herself and his heart swells.

"Falling for me again, huh?" he asks, and she groans loudly.

"Let me go, I'm getting back in the pod," she says, and he laughs. He doesn't let go, and neither does she.

Worst: if im bad at titles, im worse at endings. most are bad. i suspect the ending to “Rest” is terrible but i cant bring myself to even open that shit again so: Believe Me. if weather were a recurring theme in this fic, itd be fine, but as is its just... a weird note to end the fic on lmao

Hunk rocks back on his heels. "We aren't counting this as our official first date, right?"

"I dunno," Keith says, and now he smiles at the rain instead of frowning. It shows no sign of easing up, but whatever—they're soaked anyway. "This seems pretty good to me."

“...All right.” If nothing else, it’ll make a good story. And, Hunk had to admit—he’s pretty happy with how it’s turned out, rain and all.

But next time, he's double-checking the forecast, just in case.

General questions:

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

more than i expected! considering ive been in grad school all year!! i wrote about the same amount wordcount-wise in 2017 which i spent only half in school so. idk how i managed it.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

the anonymous fic was a surprise but im not gonna talk about that lol. otherwise... nah, its all been my usual stuff.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

blackbird, probably. i like working on that one. summer heat was also fun, id sort of forgotten about it bc it was a zine fic but coming back to it, i really liked it. likewise with third time’s the charm. and i like t6p a lot even if i kinda hate drawing for it :’)

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

depends on your metric. window of opportunity has the most kudos, keith and lance’s island adventure has the most hits, and t6p has the most comments and subscriptions. 

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

AT THE END OF MANY WORLDS. oh man i killed myself over that fic. it was important to me. but i think the mcd scared everyone off :’)

Story that could have been better?

i realize “all of them” is kind of a cop out answer but like

Sexiest story?

i have written nothing sexy, ever, in my whole life

Saddest story?

i mean, ateomw. considering all the death. blackbird def has its moments too.

Most fun?

i feel like i answered this in the favorite story q lmao. you’re my home also gets a shoutout, that thing was,, super self-indulgent lmao. and id be lying if i said i didnt have fun with parts of ateomw, even if its mostly sad.

Story with single sweetest moment?

man i write a lot of fluff but so much of you’re my home is just tooth-rotting. heres part of the proposal scene lmao

"Lance!" Keith yelps, barely rescuing the ring from falling into the sand with them. Lance pushes himself up on his arms, silhouetted by the sun and glowing with it.

"Really?" he asks breathlessly.

"Yeah," Keith says, and maybe he should've prepared something to say, that's a thing people do, right? Hell, he's winging it. "I know we can't stay here on Earth forever, 'cause we're paladins, and there's still stuff out there we gotta do. And I know you probably want to stay because this is your home—but you're my home, and if we gotta go, at least you'll have me, good or bad." He grins crookedly. "Or rocket science. Whatever happens, I'll be there."

Hardest story to write?

well t6p gets a shoutout, but its not the writing thats the hard part for that. uhhh ive struggled with parts of blackbird. i remember k&l’s island adventure giving me a LOT of trouble, i think i posted late lol

Easiest/most fun story to write?

anything short uhhh for all the infinite realities, i kind of just sat down the other day (actually i was in bed but) and was like “im gonna write this” and then in the morning i just sat down and wrote it in one go. i dunno if id call it fun, but it was easy. t6p is super fun to write but, as mentioned, drawing it sucks.

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

no... my perceptions probably have shifted but not due to anything i wrote in particular. i did talk myself into liking allurance with a prompt fill, though, but im not sure that was 2018...

Most overdue story?

all the infinite realities lmao. at the end of many worlds needed that happy ending. and another shoutout to t6p, because thats been going on over a year and im still nowhere.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

does posting my abandoned wips count? ive still got some of those hanging around... blackbird was a bit of a risk bc my last longfic was written while i was unemployed and out of school, so like i had the time for it, and now i kinda dont. still chugging tho. ateomw b/c of all the death but it turns out i really like writing whump woops. and writing any sort of kissing always feels like a risk bc i suck at it but im getting better lol... i hope...

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

write more! finish things! do more sheith! i really want to work on this sheith longfic i came up with the other day... but i want to get blackbird over with first.

Tagging: eh! do it if you want to!

[miaoujones]

imagine shiro liking vld fanart tho...

first let me preface this by saying that i am on a lot of painkillers right now, so while this feels like it makes sense inside my head, it might not make sense outside it. apologies in advance?

anyhow i was thinking how i multiship in most fandoms, but now and then there’s a ship that i come to consider “real.” i still muliship, but i get a different kind of enjoyment from the other ships than from the one that feels real.

i was thinking about it becaue i just reblogged a piece of shance art, a ship i still enjoy, even though i think of sheith as the real vld ship. so then somehow my mind jumped to---and please bear with me if you can, because this is where the nonsense starts to kick in---

[actually, let’s just put this behind a cut...]

imagine keith going to see shiro in his office. let’s say the war is over and the galra/whoever else have been defeated. earth is safe and voltron and everyone associated with voltron are super famous, just a big popular deal. 

so keith goes to see shiro about something---and he catches shiro looking at fanart of himself and lance kissing. 

keith and shiro are together, of course, so now shiro has to explain that he doesn’t actually want to fool around with lance in real life, he was just curious if there was anything with him and lance. “because there’s so much with you and lance.” and he proceeds to show keith this whole folder of klance art he’s saved.

“so...” keith looks from the computer screen to shiro and back. “you want to see me and lance like this?” he points at a thumbnail of what, even at that resolution, is very clearly a nsfw picture.

“ah, no!” shiro hastily gets the folder off the screen, although there’s nothing he can do to get the blush off his face. “i just think some of it is really cute. and even...” he shifts, shrugs helplessly. “pretty?”

keith just looks at his dumb boyfriend for a second. 

“okay,” he says, still trying to get his head around this. “is there any of us?”

shiro’s expression lights up. “yes!” and he starts showing keith all this beautiful sheith fanart.

as keith steals glances at shiro now, all he can think is how dumb his boyfriend is, and how much he loves his dumb boyfriend.

[and then sometime later, keith probably comes home with a series of shaladin including shallura artwork he commissioned from one of shiro’s favorite artists. “i didn’t know if it was only lance you liked, or... anyhow, here,” keith says. when the art makes shiro blush and smile, keith pulls out a few more: “in that case, here are a couple with you and some of the blades.”

that night they have the most mind-blowingly tender and fulfilling sex. not because all that art got shiro going but because god shiro loves his dumb boyfriend!]

[...i’m sorry]

[pidge-the-shalashit]

Voltron Fandom Rant( long)

The Voltron Fandom. A fandom that in just a little more than a year, has become a heaping cesspool of hate, one of the shittiest and most vile fandoms, leaving other past problematic fandoms like Homestuck, Steven Universe, and Undertale in the dust (at this rate). Full of people yelling and screaming the words “pedophiles!”, telling others to harm or kill themselves, just constant back and forth bickering. And all over one thing, something that isnt even an important factor of the show, barely 5%. Shipping.

Every fandom has their ship wars, but nothing like this. In all the years I’ve been in fandoms, I’ve never seen anything as terrible as this. When you meet other Voltron fans outside the internet, you honestly dont know if they are gonna like you or judge you completely, cause you might ship something they hate. So far, being in the cosplay fandom, I’ve met mostly really chill and nice fans, luckily not running into one anti.

Just the other day, we got confirmed ages of the characters, something I thought from the creators we weren’t going to ever get. And tbh, I wish we didnt.

As much as I’m happy for the Keith x Shiro fans with Keith being confirmed 18 (tho some antis are finding ways around that to still claim its illegal or some shit), what about the others? Especially the Shidge fans. The Shidge fans now, from what I’ve been confronted with, are distraught, terrified, nervous, and we barely are getting consolation or support from the Sheith (Shance and Shunk too) fans that we supported against the antis. And I think thats a shame. Our ship is as valid, as according to the creators, even if Pidge is 15. As I’ve claimed several times before, look at ErenxLevi, and how much that ship is popular with twice an age gap. And even if the age gap makes you uncomfortable, you can always ship it in timeskip, AU, or aging up terms. Thats completely fine and okay, because they are fictional and not real.

I don’t care for Sheith, but I will stick up for any Sheith fan against the antis anyday. Because thats what we do, we stick up for each other even if we don’t like the ship..

I wish they never released the ages. Imo the only good thing that came out of those leaked pages was Pidge being Italian.

Anyway, moving away from that, you antis. I...don’t know even where to start with you bastards, You ARE the ones who have made this fandom such a vile and disgusting place, you ARE the ones who make people scared and bully those who don’t agree with you, you ARE the GALRA. You THINK you are protecting minors, throwing “FICTION AFFECTS REALITY” in every argument, think you trying to make everything your “SAFE SPACE”, but you are just bullies. That’s literally all you all are, bullies. Not just other fans, but you harass the cast and crew too. And if they don’t agree with you or had enough of your bullshit (@bext-k, you are amazing, I’m so sorry about the shit you get), they are your enemy too. The actually people that bring the thing to life that you CARE ABOUT SO MUCH OVER ANYTHING ELSE.

Voltron is a cartoon. That’s literally all it is. A FUCKING CARTOON. A cartoon by Dreamworks, based on the 80s dubbed Japanese anime, that was dubbed from 80s Golion. The fact you guys are wasting so much stress and energy, on this cartoon..it baffles me. It really and truly, does. There is just, so much more in life right now we should be wasting our energy on. There are countries out there, that which if they could right now, would bomb and destroy us all in war. Then...would all this stressing out over discourse still be on your mind? Or would you rather be focusing on saving your own life and your family?

Fandoms are supposed to be enjoyable, supposed to be a haven where you can happily share and talk to others that share the same love of something you do...but not like this. This isn’t fun. You shouldn’t be scared or be sad in a fandom over other fans treating you horribly and making you feel bad over something in the fandom that brings you joy. Shaladin shippers, ARENT PEDOPHILES. Sheith, Shidge, Shance, ALL OF THEM. ALL SHIPS ARE VALID, AS CLAIMED BY DIRECTORS LAUREN MONTGOMERY AND JAOQUIM DOS SANTOS.

Let this discourse end. Its going nowhere. But what am I, just one person in this crazy fandom. Maybe things will calm down as the show progresses, maybe another thing will come along that the antis will jump onto. But I just had to get this off my chest.

I won’t be leaving the fandom, since theres so many amazing people outnumbering the shitty ones, but just know, dont be scared. Dont feel you are a bad person for what you ship. You aren’t. And if you need anyone to talk to, come to me. This blog is a Shaladin safe place.

Sorry for the long post, but if you read this to the end, thank you for your time. And any antis that want to comment on this...go ahead. Just know your hate will get you no where.

[dripdrcp]

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 7′ 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 7′ 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. 

[a-yings]

001 for Shance ? :)

when I started shipping it if I did: I know I didn’t consider the ship til I started seeing fanart for them, but I don’t really remember when it was unfortunately!

my thoughts: I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. ;; thinking about them makes me so happy (and a bit emotional lbr) and I just generally love how well they complement each other! nothing makes me feel more alive than seeing how active the shance tag has been lately and the fandom is honestly the sweetest??? I haven’t felt this comfortable in a fandom in a long time so ty guys really :’’)

what makes me happy about them: is everything an acceptable answer? lol more seriously tho, I just love how sweet they could be together, how much fun they could have and how they’d support each other through hard times

what makes me sad about them: generally speaking, one of them thinking he doesn’t deserve the other

things done in fanfic that annoys me: there’s only one thing at the moment and it’s Shiro ignoring Lance so that he doesn’t realize he has feelings for him. I’ve rarely seen it but still, it’s something that I just don’t like at all

things I look for in fanfic: bottom!Shiro (I am always on the lookout for bottom!Shiro content 👀👀) and hurt/comfort with one of them either hurt during a mission or just having a bad day and needing love

who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: for Lance, Keith is my first choice but I’d be happy with any other paladin or Allura; for Shiro: Hunk, Allura or Pidge years down the road (and Ulaz if he was still alive ha ha *cries*) ((edit: whoops, forgot Matt for Shiro))

my happily ever after for them: the Galra empire has been defeated, they come back to Earth, introduce each other to their respective families and maybe get married a few years later :’)

who is the big spoon/little spoon: I’d say Shiro is often the big spoon and Lance the little spoon, but they regularly switch whenever Shiro is feeling down or just because Lance feels like being the big spoon

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: definitely cuddling and taking walks on the beach

send me a ship / a character / 5 characters

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little message and apology to that one anon in the tags