"sweetie, i would never think that." and "come lay down in my lap." Shance<3
okay bear with me!!! This is rly rough because i just wanted to write it quickly, im trying to get better at being quick and a bit more brief so that i can get more writing done without being overwhelmed lol... also trying to stop being shy and just POST STUFF
also its kind of cheesy shangst/hurt/comfort LISTEN who doesnt love lance comforting shiro?
Lance stirred restlessly as the small hours of the night seemed to creep by, somewhere between asleep and awake despite his best effort. He just couldn’t seem to get comfortable, and it wasn’t until he turned to press closer to Shiro, seeking his warmth, that he finally figured out why.
The sheets at his side were cool to the touch, and all at once Lance realized that he could hear the harsh sound of muffled breathing. His eyes fluttered open, squinting through the darkness to see the hunched shape of his boyfriend, turned away from him and curled in on himself at the very edge of the bed. He could just make out the sharp curve of Shiro’s fingers digging into the scarred flesh of his right shoulder, clearly trying to keep himself quiet, and Lance could all but feel his heart aching in his chest at the sight.
“Babe...?” He murmured, voice soft with sleep and concern. Shiro’s breathing hitched and fell silent, grip tightening, and Lance propped himself up on an elbow, rubbing at one eye as he tried to focus. “You awake over there?”
Silence filled the room, but before Lance could ask again Shiro let out a quiet, shaky sigh. He didn’t turn around, clearing his throat carefully.
“Yes. Yeah, I’m awake,” he said lowly, his words strained, the grip on his arm unrelenting. “Didn’t mean to wake you. Sorry.”
“Hey, don’t be,” Lance insisted quickly, sitting up, hand hovering as he fought the urge to give Shiro a comforting touch. He knew better by now, not wanting to overwhelm him. “Do you want me to turn on the light?”
“No,” he answered after another pause, and Lance could see him shaking his head in the dark. “No, Lance, it’s fine. It’s late, just go back to sleep.”
“Shiro,” Lance said gently. “I told you that you could wake me up, no matter what time it was. I meant it.”
“I know, Lance, but this...” Another pause, another shaky breath. “I don’t want... You have to deal with me so much, I don’t want you to think that I’m... That I’m weak,” he pushed the final word out, tight with self-loathing, and Lance’s eyes widened in pure disbelief.
“Sweetie, I would never think that!” He exclaimed, shaking his head quickly, shifting to rest his back against the headboard as he gazed down at the other. “You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met! I mean, you know how much I think of you,” he said. “But I also know that you’re human, too. It’s okay to hurt, Shiro. You don’t have to hide it from me.”
There was another stretch of silence as Shiro seemed to gather himself, breath hitching quietly as he tried to even it out. “I know,” he said, thick with emotion, and took a few more steadying breaths before continuing in a soft whisper. “...I’m glad you’re awake, Lance.”
That quiet confession made Lance feel warm, needed, and he propped a pillow behind his back as he readjusted, giving his thigh an audible pat. “Come lay down in my lap, corazón,” he murmured invitingly, and Shiro hesitated for only a moment before turning carefully to take him up on the offer.
Lance cradled him lovingly, fingers running through soft, pale hair as Shiro nuzzled firmly against him. Letting him keep his face hidden, Lance helped his boyfriend through his go-to breathing exercise, talking him through it in a soothing tone until he felt him begin to relax in his lap.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” Shiro mumbled against his leg at last, the sleepiness of his tone doing Lance’s heart some good. “Hate to keep you up, though.”
“Please, Shiro,” he scoffed playfully, leaning over to press a kiss to his temple. “I don’t mind. I love you more than I love my beauty sleep, after all.”
“Woah. Consider me humbled,” Shiro said, feigning amazement, though the effect was lost when he yawned loudly, drawing a chuckle from Lance when he snuggled closer. “I love you, too, Lance; more than all the stars in the sky.”
Lance’s expression melted into a cheesy smile at that, and he carded his fingers back through Shiro’s hair once more, murmuring sweet nothings until he realized that Shiro had managed to doze off once more. Pressed back against his warmth where he belonged, it didn’t take Lance much time at all to follow after.
