#shiro no game no life

[twelvetoneart]

Shuvi. No game no life

[fanfiction-gremlin]

Motivation? Never heard of it! Happiness? What’s that?

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[dollbnuy]

shiro

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663 - Shiro (No Game No Life)

[sakurafigures]

♡ Shiro (No Game No Life) - F:Nex

[autisticlancemcclain]

“We need to restart the level.”

Pidge turns to Lance, furrowing her brow at him. “Um, no we don’t. We’re killing it. We beat the Slayforn boss in like ten minutes, we’re never going to be able to do that again.”

“We have to restart,” Lance insists like the stubborn mule he is, reaching over to reset the console manually. Pidge yelps, lunging forward to smack his hand away. Never one to let her get the last hit, he smacks her right back, and Pidge can’t let that slide so she smacks him again, and the next thing she knows they’re wrestling on the floor, controllers abandoned.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Lance shrieks, as Pidge moves to shove a wet finger in his ear. Pidge laughs evilly, fully intending on doing it anyway, but he shoves his head forward and bites her finger as she approaches.

“Ow! You dickhead! You broke the skin!”

“Come closer and I’ll fucking do it again!”

He bares his teeth at her like the feral, youngest-sibling-backed-into-a-corner weirdo he is (Pidge knows), completely serious on his threat. Pidge is careful to keep her fingers and appendages away from his teeth, and continues wreaking havoc in other ways.

She likes to pinch.

Luckily for her, she’s been training one-on-one with Allura for the past few months, so if she really applies her teachings she could kill God. Also, as much as she and Lance are in the same boat when it comes to sibling dynamics, he has a soft spot a mile wide because of his nieces and nephews and baby cousins, so she can emotionally manipulate him into being more hesitant around her in terms of violence.

(They fight a lot. Pidge knows her stuff.)

Eventually they reach the point where they’re trying so hard to pin each other that they’re wrapped up like twin pretzels, limbs flailing everywhere and various hisses and threats filling the room. Pidge, getting that claustrophobic feeling of being trapped, desperately needs to end it. She goes limp, throwing off Lance’s balance, and then whips herself forward, bucking him off her — and directly into the corner of his bed frame, The thunk is so sharp and loud that it’s almost a crack.

Lance’s “ow” is so quiet that it’s almost silent in comparison.

“What was that?” a voice booms down the hallway, and Pidge heart pounds.

“Lance?” she asks frantically, shaking his shoulder. “Are you dead?”

“I said, what was that!” Shiro yells louder. He sounds closer.

“Nothing!” Pidge shouts through the door. She glances back down at Lance, who has yet to move his hands from where they’re clutched at his head. Fuck! “We were just — uh, I dropped something!”

Lance makes a low whimpering noise, curling further in on himself.

“No no no, stop crying, it’s okay, you can hit me back,” Pidge whispers frantically. She shakes her arm at him. “Okay? And then we’re even. Don’t tell Shiro.”

Lance doesn’t look at her, still making the occasional pained noise. Shiro’s footsteps get louder.

She is going to get in so much trouble, which isn’t even fair because Lance was wrestling too! They’re both not allowed to try to kill each other!

Shiro’s footsteps get even louder, and closer together, like he’s running. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

“I’ll let you hit me twice! And the second time can be unexpected!”

The door handle jiggles. Lance is still not straightening up.

She’s fucked.

Shiro pokes his head in, already frowning, squinting to see through the darkness of the room.

“What’s going on, you two?”

Pidge closes her eyes in defeat. She’s fucked.

“Nothing,” says a pleasant voice from beside her. She whips around, jaw dropped, only to see Lance upright and totally normal, looking as smug as smug can be.

Fucking snake!

Shiro raises an eyebrow. “I heard arguing. And a bang.”

“We were yelling at the TV because we lost a game,” Lance lies.

Pidge imagines all the ways she’s going to kill him.

Shiro doesn’t look totally convinced, but unfortunately for him Lance is an excellent liar when he’s planning to be, and there’s not so much as a crack in his expression.

“Alright,” their leader says hesitantly. “Don’t…kill each other.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Lance promises sunnily. Pidge barely resists the urge to smack him right then and there.

She decides not to resist, actually. The second Shiro shuts the door she lunges, snarling, fully ready to get right back where they left off. But Lance doesn’t let her — anticipating her violence, he scrambles to his feet and scales the dresser, taking refuge on a tiny little shelf by the ceiling that only his stick ass could balance on.

“Ah ah ah,” he says, wagging his finger infuriatingly. “You promised two hits if I didn’t tell Shiro. Not the other way around.”

“Bullshit!” she cries, scanning the room to see if she can find a broom to swat at him like a spider. She is unsuccessful. “I traded that because I thought you were hurt!”

Lance touches his chest in mock serenity. “I was hurt. My heart was broken by your violence.”

“Lance, the second you get down from there I am going to fucking kill you.”

May be he reads the rage in her voice, because he hesitates.

“Fine. I get one free hit.”

“No free hits and I only kill you a little.”

“No free hits and we restart the level,” he bargains

Pidge squints at him. He must be serious, because that’s a major deal on his part. Pidge would never give in that quickly.

“No free hits and we restart the level only if you tell me why.”

“Sold.”

He drops down from the ceiling, landing neatly on the floor and then immediately tripping the first step he takes.

Pidge has to fight the smile off her face.

He settles down back where he was before, handing Pidge her controller and grabbing his own.

“Explain yourself,” Pidge orders as he clicks through the menu to restart the level.

Lance hesitates before answering, so Pidge knows the next words out of his mouth are going to be bullshit.

“I read on Space Internet that the rocket power up makes the next level easier, but you have to use it through this level or it didn’t work.”

Yep. She was right.

“Uh huh,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him. “And you didn’t do that before level because…”

“I forgot,” Lance insists.

Pidge sets her controller down, turning to face him. She narrows her eyes, scrutinizing him, and he squirms; shifting nervously and avoiding her eyes.

She already knew he was lying. But if he just wanted to restart the level to beat their time record, then he would just tell her. And she would have noticed if he wanted to restart the level because he was sucking ass, or something, so it wasn’t that. This shadiness from him doesn’t make sense — he only acts like that when he’s guilty, or embarrassed.

It dawns on her then. Embarrassed or guilty — or a mix of the two.

“Are you telling me,” she says gleefully, and knows she’s on the right track when Lance sighs in defeat, “that you want to restart our entire level because you feel bad about the NPC dialogue option you chose?”

Ten minutes into their game, they had encountered an NPC that was supposed to give them advice for the boss they were going to face, only the advice was kind of dogshit. The two of them had complained loudly, because that was half the fun of gaming, and in an impulsive and uncharacteristic move, Lance had chosen the slightly rude dialogue option. The NPC walked away all dejected, as it was programmed to do, but they’d been attacked by the boss right after, so Pidge pretty much forgot it happened.

But Lance’s dork ass?

“There was no need for that level of rudeness,” Lance defends. “It was just trying to help! It’s not it’s fault it was programmed to give bad advice!”

Of course Lance has felt bad about being rude to a literal NPC for the past half hour.

Pidge bursts out laughing, pointing at Lance as obnoxiously as she can so he knows she’s making fun of him. He gets the hint and scowls, brown eyes glaring daggers.

“You’re the worst,” he says.

“You’re a loser,” Pidge wheezes. “Oh my God.”

She turns back to the game, still giggling, ignoring Lance’s continued grumbles.

They do worse this time around. Pidge teases him the entire time.

(But, honestly, she’s a little endeared. Not that Lance needs to know.)

[my-anime-goods]

No Game No Life: Zero - Pop Up Parade Shiro and Schwi: Concert Ver. L Size by Good Smile Company. Release: June 2024

[thefigureresource]

Shiro : Shiromuku ver [No Game No Life] 1/7 scale from FuRyu coming June 2024.

[bwuniko]

ೀ ⋆𓂃  Shiro, Hana, Marin, Kaguya

[serexvu]

shiro from no game no life

[cosplayprincessuwu]

[poffusagi]

[Commission] Bunnygirl Shiro

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[sachi]

☆ Shiro // No Game No Life ☆ 1/7 / Kotobukiya ☆ 2017 / 2020 / December 2023 ¥13,000 ☆ Sculpt Kojima Shou

[reyoku]

No Game No Life, Shiro (NGNL), silver hair - 白 - pixiv