Shance 73 and 75 for the mashup thing,, aka my Brand 👀👀👀
73 - stranded due to inclement weather
Thanks for the prompt!! The perfect Brand. This is so soft and sweet I hope you like it 💙🖤💙
"Isn't it supposed to be springtime?" Lance complained.
The blizzard outside suggested otherwise. It was a smear of white and ice and it had already began accumulating on the ground.
And on top of Shiro's car.
"I guess not," Shiro said.
"It was only supposed to be a light 'wintery mix', not--not this!" Lance stammered.
What was he supposed to do now? Shiro had only stopped by to catch up. It has been a few years now since they'd seen each other. A few months since Shiro's divorce.
And now it was going to be ruined by a snowstorm. Lance very well couldn't throw Shiro out into this weather. But all he really had for guests was already taken by other family members. The small, worn-in couch was far too tiny for Shiro's frame.
"How am I going to drive in this?" Shiro murmured, mostly asking himself.
"You can stay here tonight," Lance blurted before his brain caught up with his mouth.
Shiro was instantly graciously declining. "I couldn't do that, I don't want to be--"
"You are not driving in this, Shiro," Lance interrupted. "I won't allow it. There's plenty of space here. There's, um, I'll sleep on the couch and you can have my bed."
He tried to sound like it was no big deal, but really Lance was panicking. Things weren't as casual between them as they used to be when they were paladins. They're a few losses and heartbreaks more distant.
But with one phone call Shiro seemed interested in rekindling that friendship. He stopped by, made the effort to be here. And now that he was stuck here, would he ever come back after he left?
Lance had missed Shiro so much. He very, very badly hoped that Shiro would come back sometime, that they could see each other more often.
And all at once, the lights flickered off.
"The power...?" Shiro asked.
"You know," Shiro said slowly, "I think I'll take you up on your offer to stay."
"Yeah, please don't drive in that."
"But, without heat, there's no way I could make you sleep out on the couch by yourself," Shiro said, giving Lance a meaningful look.
"No, really, it's alright, I couldn't--" Lane tried to decline, faltering with Shiro's look and the realization that this was exactly what he had just done.
"Want to share your bedroom?" Shiro asked.
Lance felt like he'd ascended to heaven. He couldn't have asked for more. He could only nod and mumble an affirmation.
Shiro shivered. "I hope you have plenty of blankets."
"That, and also these--" Lance said, and held up his arms in a grand gesture. "Premium space heaters right here."
Lance had been mostly joking, but at the mention of cuddling, Shiro had the audacity to blush. It was adorable, and Lance's heart melted.
They got settled into his bed after Lance turned on the tiny generator in the basement. It wasn't enough to keep everything running as well, but hopefully it would keeps the temperature above freezing.
"This is actually nice," Shiro said, laying flat on his back next to Lance.
"Mhmm," Lance agreed, trying not to break the bubble of contentment.
"We should do this again sometime," Shiro continued.
"Next time there's a blizzard, I'll call you."
Shiro laughed, the sound relaxed and light. Lance sighed and turned to face him.
"The offer is still open," Lance said quietly, having trouble meeting his eyes.
Shiro smiled shyly. "I think that would be very nice."
Lance scooted closer and Shiro turned to face him. They smiled at each other once more before Shiro lay his head on Lance's chest, allowing Lance to wrap his arms around him.
"Thanks for having me, Lance," Shiro murmured.
"I'll always have you, Shiro," Lance said. He lightly ran his hands through Shiro's hair until they both fell asleep.
discoholicmusic
blakekathryn
theartofmadeline
dededos
vaporwave
origamiaround
romaincrisis
