Shidge in HTTYD Kigurumiâs cause I can and I wanted to so yeah. Â
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Shidge in HTTYD Kigurumiâs cause I can and I wanted to so yeah. Â
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Katie took a deep breath as she sat down at the computer, performing her daily ritual of logging into Defenders of the Universe, the most popular MMORPG that combined sci-fi and fantasy elements in one somehow functional swoop. As her log-in information was processed, she put on the virtual reality goggles. The usual screens flashed as she was connected, advertising of newly released items and monsters to fight, new planets to explore, new ships to buy.
And, of course, the ultimate challenge items: five Lions of Voltron, scattered across the digital universe.
Whoever collected all five Lions would receive a fortune like no other and meet with the gameâs owner, whose in-game name was Emperor Zarkon.
But, unlike the other DU players, Katie wasnât in the search for the money. She was after something much more important: the rights to her fatherâs workâwhich, ultimately, included the gameâand to get her revenge for what Zarkon did to her father.
They had once been partners, but when DU started to gain popularity, Zarkon stabbed Sam in the back. Not quite literally, but Katie had found evidence that Zarkon had paid a handsome sum to cause the car accident that had crippled her father and left Zarkon to amass a far greater amount of money than Sam Holt did. Then, of course, just as Katie and her brother, Matt, were starting to determine that the accident wasnât an accident, Zarkon disappeared⊠and kidnapped Matt as he did so. Now, finding the Lions was the only way to find her brother and force Zarkon to pay for his crimes.
Caught and banned from the game right after discovering the location of the Blue Lion, Katie had to start from scratch. This time, she did so in disguise under the IRL alias of Pidge Gunderson and the in-game moniker of Meklavar, the best ax-fighter in three galaxies.
Katie had spent weeks building back up her levels and in-game coins. She forgot how much it sucked to be the noob, but it was what she had to do to avoid suspicion. But, more importantly, it gave her an opportunity to ensure that no one else had discovered the Blue Lion. Now, she was ready to claim the first Lion.
But first, she needed to find a guild.
As loathe as Pidge was to admit it, she needed help. She had been ambushed by Zarkonâs NPC cronies the last time and she needed someone to watch her back.
Fortunately, she knew just who to look for: the Paladins of Voltron, led by the mysterious player known only as Shiro.
Katieânow officially Pidge as she entered the worldâhad to hope that theyâd take her in.
She guided her avatar into the Universal Space Station, which was part-tavern, part-strip mall, and part-airport from hell that you never wanted to encounter in real life.
It was bright and colorful, with thousands of glittering advertisements and calls to arms.
But Pidge knew better. Pidge knew to find who lurked in the shadows.
She caught a glimmer out of the corner of her eye. Turning, she saw an avatar of an Asian man wearing a cloak over gleaming silver armor, in deep discussion with a pretty dark-skinned, white-haired elf woman, a quiver on her hip.
Valayun, Pidge thought, recognizing her. The unparalleled archer.
There were rumors that Valayun was someone very powerful IRL. There were whispers that she was royalty. Others said that she was a presidentâs daughter. And still more said that she was she ran her own business and was the worldâs youngest CEO.
One way or another, her allegiance was highly sought after. How Shiro of the Paladins of Voltron managed to secure her, no one knew.
Either way, it was good for Pidge.
She approached cautiously and requested to communicate with both of them.
âIâm looking for Shiro,â She said, dropping her voice. She wasnât sure if she wanted to be mistaken for a preteen boy right now. If she was, her occasionally high-pitched voice would be dismissed. However, it would also be a reason for her to be dismissed. âIâm interested in joining the Paladins of Voltron.â
âWell, you found him,â The Asian man said through her headset. A warmth suddenly flowed through her. It was almost⊠familiarâŠ
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Pidge can't sleep cos her head is too full of formulas and numbers and plans so she just curled up in Shiros lap and he strokes her hair untill she relaxes and calms down and falls asleep.
Then it's a difficult situation of, does Shiro move to get a blanket and pillow for pidge and risk waking her up, or wait till morning and deal with dead legs
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Donât Let Go (Of Me)
@shidgevalentinesexchange for @adeerli !Â
Nice to meet you! This was really challenging for me to write, but I hope you enjoy all the work Iâve put into this and help spread some of that quality Shidge all around.Â
As you might be able to tell, this fic was heavily inspired by James Arthurâs song âSay You Wonât Let Goâ Â
I will also cross-post this on my AO3, so make sure to check it out over there! <3
âI met you in the dark, you lit me upâ
They met on orientation day.
Not her orientation day, mind you, but her brotherâs. And freshly graduated Garrison Officer Takashi Shirogane couldnât help but notice them.
He introduced himself to Matt first.
Immediately taking a liking to the bright young man with the mischievous eyes. He answered his questions and helped quell some of his parentsâ worries.
Then he saw her.
âYou made me feel as though I was enoughâ
A quiet, small little thing with long hair and a brand-new dress. Looking half in envy and half in worry at the state-of-the-art facilities all around them. Then she caught his eyes looking her way.
Herâs were gold.
Bright and burning and not unlike a punch to the gut. Somehow, Shiro managed to send a smile her way before he was whisked away by their father, a Commander Shiro had nothing but respect for.
But the look of her and those intense eyes never left him.
===
He was here.
Of course Katie knew him, Matt never shut up about him in his letters. The Garrison golden boy that everyone seemed half in love with, Takashi Shirogane. And Katie definitely couldnât understand the allure. Absolutely. No way. Not at all. Pffft!
Thatâs ridiculous!
âWe danced the night awayâŠâ
Who was she kidding? Katie has faced a lot of problems in her 14 years of life, but this was, by far, the worst one. Katherine Annalise Holt had a crush.
And she had it bad.
âWe drank too much.â
So bad that the young girl couldnât help but wring the hem of her dress in her hands. The Holt family had traveled back to the Garrison after an entire year to celebrate Matt graduating from Cadet to Cadet Corporal at the youngest age of 17. Pride warming away every one of Katieâs frazzled nerves at the sight of her brother standing at attention in a brand new uniform.
Iverson continuing to drone on.
ââŠas acting Drill Sergeant of this yearâs class I have had, not only the honor of watching these young men and women mature and grow, but to collaborate with one of the Garrisonâs brightest alumni, Takashi Shirogone.â Iversonâs constantly shrill voice paused to allow the room to fill with applause.
For him.
Katieâs stomach flip-flopped as she clapped along with the crowd. Everyoneâs eyes on Takashi. Who looked illegally handsome in his Officerâs uniform. Fit to his figure, it showed off a great deal of his excellent build.
Much to Katieâs destress.
âA few words Shirogone?â Iverson called out, Shiro clearly caught off-guard but accepting the offer graciously nonetheless. Flashing a smile so bright, Katieâs brain had to reboot for a solid minute. He turned toward the graduating cadets, Matt being one of the smallest among them. Dark grey eyes alit with warmth and pride.
âAs my first year teaching, I must say that itâs been an eventful one.â Laughter titered amongst her brotherâs class, in inside jokes Katie longed to know. The young girl wishing, not for the first time, that the age requirements for apply to the Garrison werenât so high.
âBut I wouldnât have it any other way.â At this, he looked back to the crowd. That warm gaze sweeping over everyone like dawnâs first rays of sunlight. Katie barely fought back a blush as Shiroâs eyes seemed to settle in her direction. But, to her surprise, Shiro suddenly seemed so nervous.
Those warm eyes lowering.
âI-umâŠIâm really humbled by this experience. Teaching the next generation like thisâŠhas been amazing a-and a tremendous honor. So, thank you all for sticking with me for so long.â There was something incredibly endearing about the way Shiro seemed so bashful in that moment. Something so sweet that Katie could help the bright, brilliant smile gracing her young features.
âI held your hair back when you were throwing up.â
Then his eyes were on her.
Not on the crowd. Not on her brotherâs class. But on her. Katie knew it, she felt it. That soft gaze nearly gave her a heart attack, sure, but she did her best to smile encouragingly at him.
And, to Katieâs surprise, it seemed to work.
âThen you smiled over your shoulderâŠâ
âI look forward to seeing all the boundaries you all willbreak. And I know that each and every one of you are capable of incredible greatness. But I must admitâŠâ Her heart leapt to her throat. But what? What did he-Shiroâs gaze on her warmed, a bright smile tugging at his lips as he looked at her.
âAnd for a minuteâŠâ
âI eagerly await the conquests of the newest generation of graduates, IâŠhave a feeling theyâre going to do so some pretty amazing things. Thank you.â Katie couldnât even hear the applause, she was still glued to her seat. Heart slamming against her windpipe. The image of Shiroâs encouraging half-smile and soft eyes imprinting onto her mind. Cementing itself amongst all the other theories and equations that made way more sense to her than her own feelings for Shiro.
âI was stone-cold sober.â
===
Donât think of her.
Donât picture her. Donât try to remember her voice. Donât try to remember how her eyes shone. Donât bring her visage to place like this. Donât say her name.
Donât you dare bring her memory here.
âI pulled you closer to my chest.â
Who knows how long Shiro had been in this place. Purple fluorescent lights and alien, animal faces blurred together in his mind. Or in what little cognitive function he had left. Everything seemed to be an endless cycle of blood and bone and screaming.
Lunge. Cut. Fight. Kill. Lunge. Cut. Fight. Kill. Lunge. Cut. Fight. Kill. Lunge. Cut. Fight. Kill. Lunge. Cut. Fight. Kill. Lunge. Cut. Fight. Kill. Lunge. Cut. Fight. Kill. Lunge. Cut. Fight. Kill. Lunge. Cut. Fight. Kill. Lunge. Cut. Fight. Kill. Lunge. Cut. Fight. Kill. Lunge. Cut. Fight. Kill.
Katie.
âAnd you asked me to stay overâŠâ
God, but then there were moments, too many for Shiro to count, where heâd think back to all the people heâs failed. Matt, who was God knows where. Commander Holt, who Shiro hoped and prayed was still alive, despite all the horror of their situation. AndâŠno, he wouldnât do that. He couldnât do that. Shiro canât think of-
Katie.
âI said, âI already told ya-â â
Out of everyone, Shiro had failed her the most. He remembered how proud she looked on launch day. How those golden eyes turned molten with joy as she and her mother sent the three of them off. How she jokingly made him promise to keep her family safe.
So lovely he couldnât breathe.
He still couldnât breathe as he, guiltily remembered memories of the brilliant younger Holt in a place like this. A place so messed up and violent that it should never tarnish her memory, no matter how secondhand it was.
But Shiro didnât have long to think.
Two more purplish aliens cornered him in his cell. Shiro couldnât even muster the spirit to fight them. The former pilot roughly shoved into the wall and muzzled. Bound in strange, glowing chains until it was time to release him.
Out of the fire and into the frying pan in the worst way.
But even as Shiro was pushed and shoved towards the slaughter fest that was the Arena.
His thoughts were of her.
â âI think that you should get some restâŠâ â
===
She saw him again.
Part of her knew she would, eventually. But this time the sight of him did nothing to her. Gone weâre the blushing cheeks and fluttering heart. She wasnât that crushing young girl anymore.
She wasnât Katie anymore either.
Nothing like love twisted her heart at the sight of him, seemingly deranged and pleading on that hospital cot. Katie, now Pidge, only felt one thing as she looked at him. Felt something ugly and hideous coil in her stomach.
How dare he?
How dare he be here instead of Matt and her father? How dare he be the only one who came back? How dareâŠhow dare he just show up?
Crashing back, quite literally, into her life.
âI knew I loved you then.â
She had spent so long killing whatever she had felt for him. Exhausting herself with the search to find her family to avoid thinking about him. But it never worked.
Not really.
And now here he was, screaming, pleading for anyone to stop and listen to him. That they were all going to die. That there were Galra just outside-
Pidge couldnât take it.
She had had enough. Enough with the lies. Enough with the hurt. Enough with the constant dull ache in her chest. She had to end this the only way she knew how.
She had to save him.
âBut youâd never knowâŠâ
===
She canât leave, was his first thought.
But Shiro looked at her face, at those burning gold eyes and that furious glare, and couldnât find it within himself to stop her.
He failed her.
â'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go.â
Shiro a had failed to protect her family, of course she wanted to leave them and find them herself. Of course sheâd want nothing more to do with him. Shiro knew all that.
But it still hurt.
âI know I needed youâŠâ
It still hurt seeing how little she seemed to care about him. How much she wanted to get away from him. It cut him worse than the Galra ever had.
But heâd let her go.
âBut I never showed.â
Itâd kill him, but he owed her so much. So, for the rest of the night, Shiro kept outside. So no one could see how much he was hurting. He liked her.
He really liked her.
Which was horrible because she was only 15. Which was awful because he had left Matt and her father in the hands of the Galra. Which was just wrong because-
âBut I wanna stay with you until weâre grey and oldâŠâ
âShiro? Can we talk?â Trying to tell himself that his heart didnât skip a beat at her voice wouldâve just added insult to his many injuries. Shiro took a few moments to school his expression before turning to her.
And how much sheâd changed.
âJust say you wonât let goâŠâ
The last time he saw her everything was different. Everything was simpler. Her cheeks were flushed with cold, but Katieâs smile was so electric that she seemed completely immune to it. She was so small then, so delicate.
Not anymore.
âJust say you wonât let goâŠâ
Seemingly everything about Katie had hardened, sharped to a deadly point. She was force to be reckoned with. A young girl becoming a woman in war. And Shiro couldnât help but morn the fact. Especially like this, when she was standing just to his left in her armor. All its sharp angles and thick plating doing nothing to help Shiroâs guilt.
Doing nothing to stop his heart breaking. Â
===
âIâll wake you up with some breakfast in bed.â
Heâd get nightmares sometimes.
After the first couple instances and the deep, dark bags under his eyes, Pidge had decided enough was enough. She, despite her best efforts, had begun feeling something for the Black Paladin again. Something gentle and flickering in her chest that warmed her when this war chilled her.
Thus began their unique sleeping arrangement.
âIâll bring you coffee with a kiss on your headâŠâ
Theyâd head for his room at about the Earth equivalent of 10 oâclock, and, while Shiro would usually knock right out, Pidge would just slip in beside him and continue working until she was either done with her project or passed out from exhaustion.
But it was usually the latter.
âAnd Iâll take the kids to schoolâŠâ
Still, for reasons Pidge refused to think about, Shiro seemed to sleep better with her there. Even when she wasnât under the blanket with him, Shiro would still rest surprisingly peacefully. And for that, Pidge was immensely thankful.
Even if mornings were a little awkward.
âWave them goodbye.â
Shiro, for the most part, would wake up before her. But the 6-foot-something guy had no chance of leaving the small, twin sized bed without disturbing her awake in some way. Neither would really talk about it, seeing it was a habit the two just sort ofâŠpicked up.
Shiro would leave.
Leave Pidge alone in a suddenly too-big bed in a room that smelled just like him. The young girl having to tell herself over and over that this was bigger than her resurfacing feelings for Shiro. This was for his sake and sanity.
She couldnât take advantage of that.
So every morning Pidge had to stumble back to her own room, alone. Then go to breakfast and act like the whole arrangement never even existed. Like Pidge never knew how much younger Shiro looked when he slept. Or that sometimes his hand would fall to her waist and sleep would suddenly be the furthest thing from her mind. Yeah.
Itâs sucked.
âAnd Iâll thank my lucky stars for that nightâŠâ
But there were bigger things than the aching hurt in her chest to deal with, so Pidge just fought it down and threw herself into everything she did even more. Hoping that, one day, things could be normal again.
That she could be honest with Shiro.
===
Years passed.
Everyone grew harder, tougher. The war still raged on, but now they were fighting fire with fire. The Coalition was growing everyday and people were shedding their fear of the Empire like a second skin. Everything was looking up.
But Shiro didnât feel that way.
âWhen you looked over your shoulder-â
They found Matt. And for the first time, in a long, long time, he saw Pidge truly and purely happy. Pidge, now 17, had finally gotten a piece of her family back. Not as battle scarred or traumatized as him, Matt fit in right away with their crew.
Falling back in place with Shiro.
The two rekindling their friendship and trust. But one thing, one very important thing was different now.
Katie.
Pidge.
Before the younger Holt had been a witty, brilliant young girl who Shiro liked to joke with. Now? Now things were different.
Now she was different.
âFor a minute, I forget that Iâm older.â
She was still as burning and brilliant as those gold eyes, but there was so much more to her now. She was a woman on the war front. Battle-scarred and formidable in every sense. Pidge was someone heâd trust his life with. The only problem?
He wanted her to have his heart to.
âI wanna dance with you right nowâŠâ
Pidge had indeed grown lovelier over the years and to say that Shiro had never imagined the two as couple would be false in every sense. As beautiful as she was smart, those golden eyes seemed to spell ruin for suitors who werenât careful.
And Shiro was one of them.
âOh! And you look as beautiful as ever!â
Matt had found out embarrassingly easily. But the older Holt never ridiculed Shiro. No. Matt did something much worse.
He encouraged it.
âAnd I swear that everyday youâll get better.â
Saying that the two were perfect for each other and that she definitely thought of him the same way. Which, naturally, Shiro knew better to believe.
But a part of him hoped.
Hoped that Matt was right every time her smile seemed to linger on him. Everytime heâd find himself lulled to rest by her focused face illuminated by her computer within his room. Everytime sheâd pull him back from the nightmares and visions and into her brilliance. A dear, dangerous part of him hoped for such things.
And maybe, one day, heâd tell her all that.
âYou make me feel this way somehowâŠâ
But war was never kind to such sentiments. Such sentiments already begged to be proven wrong.
And they were.
===
Oh God.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. This couldnât be happening. No. No! This wasnât real! This is just a dream.
Just a nightmare.
âIâm so in love with youâŠâ
âSHIRO!â Her throat hurt, but Pidge couldnât care. All she cared about was getting down this damn hill and rush to his side. What was he even thinking?
Taking that bullet for her.
Oh God, there was blood everywhere. A usually orthodox sight made horrifically new when she saw who caused it.
Shiro.
Was he even breathing? Oh God please be breathing. Donât stop breathing. Donât leave me again. Donât go until I-
âK-Katie?â
âAnd I hope you know.â
âIâm here, Iâm right here Shiro. Stay with me. Stay with me please.â When did she start sobbing? When had her tears began to choke her?
She grabbed his hand.
Slick with blood, the metal was cooling in her hands. Hunk quickly rushed in, med kit in tow while Pidge tried to keep Shiro awake.
Alive.
âDarling, your love is more than worth its weight inâŠâ
âShiro! Shiro, look at me! Eyes on me, câmon. Please!â Dark, blood soaked lashes fluttered up to her. Shiroâs bloodied head in her lap as Hunk tried to stanch the massive amount of blood leaving his body. But his eyes, warm and gray and heartbreaking, still cling to her so dearly.
So preciously.
âGoldâŠâ He murmured weakly as she gazed up at her. Pidgeâs tears falling onto his soiled face. Creating clear tracts in the dirt and gore. But, despite all that, the sight of such a soft look on Shiro face made Pidge smile.
And tears fall harder.
âWeâve come so far my dearâŠâ
âStay with me ok big guy? Well get you patched up s-â
Shiro coughed.
Blood splattering against his lips as the man sounded as if he was trying to retch out his lungs. Pidge cupped his face, trying to bring him back to her. Trying her best to ignore the warmth of his blood against her palms.
âShiro? Shiro please stay with meâŠâ She hated the whine in her voice, but the tears just wouldnât stop. The pain in her chest damn near killing her. NoâŠNo, I couldnât end like this.
Not like this.
âLook how weâve grown.â
Not after everything theyâve been through. Not after how long sheâs loved him. He canât die. She wouldnât let him.
She couldnât let him.
âAnd I wanna stay with you until weâre grey and old.â
âKatieâŠKatie I-â Pidge saw it then. Saw it in the way he looked at her, halfway dead and broken beyond measure, but still gazing up at her like heâd do it all again for her. She saw it in those gray eyes and how they shone with unsaid words and unshed tears. She saw it in the way his bloody, bruised hands held onto her arms so reverently. Pidge saw it then.
And cursed herself for not seeing it sooner.
âJust say you wonât let goâŠâ
âI knowâŠI knowâŠâ She soothed, gazing back at him. Pidgeâs face a near mirror of his own. Vision blurring with tears as she leaned down.
And kissed him.
âJust say you wonât let goâŠâ
===
Kissing her was all Shiro wanted to do.
Pidge made a soft noise in the back of her throat as she pulled him closer and out of his thoughts. The air between them, in his room suddenly too hot. Too stifling unless every inch of her was pressed against every inch of him.
âI wanna live with youâŠâ
Shiroâs mechanical hand slid under her shirt. Reveling in the smooth curve of her hips and waist. Against his throat, Pidge sighed contently and sent Shiroâs heart fluttering.
He kissed her again.
âEven when weâre ghosts.â
Kissing Pidge was like nothing heâd ever imagine it to be. Kissing Pidge was all bursting citrus and warmth and freckles against his hands. Kissing Pidge was the best thing in the world, and Shiro didnât know if he could ever give it up.
Her arms wrapped around his neck.
Pulling him even closer, if that was possible, as Shiro rubbed his hand along the gentle curve of her bare back. He parted away from her, if only slightly. Just to look at her.
And those gold eyes.
Made a little darker from their kissing, but shining in the lowlight of his room nonetheless. Pidge was older now, her features more prominent, and fondness sang so loudly in Shiroâs heart, he couldnât help but feel weak.
â'Cause you were always there for meâŠâ
âI love you.â He breathed, the declaration coming out half scared and half infatuated. Watching the spark in Pidgeâs eyes light up and a bright smile stretch along her face.
âWhen I needed you most.â
Her palm on either side of his head.
Seeming to memorize all his features with her calloused, thin fingers. Trailing along his jaw and over his temple. Across his eyebrows.
Fluttering over his scars.
âI love you to.â
===
âIâm gonna love you till my lungs give out.â
The war was over.
The greater evil had been defeated. The universe could finally breathe a breath of freedom after so long a time spent suffering.
Especially for the Paladins.
âI promise till death we partâŠâ
Hunk chose to stay with Shay and help her fellow Balmerans discover what it meant to be free. Though, judging by their entwined hands as they waved the Castle off, that wasnât exactly the only reason.
Allura and Matt had a lot of work ahead of them.
The rebel fighter and the Princess had grown close over the course of the war. Matt every bit a gushing, loving boyfriend that never failed to make Allura laugh. Â Coran watching the two carefully all the while. Alluraâs diplomacy plus Mattâs strategy proving to be an incredible combination for the Coalition.
And, naturally, Lance and Keith went back to Earth.
âLike in our vows.â
Lance, apparently, having promised the Red Paladin an introduction to the entirety of Lanceâs family. The sight of their entwined hands and bright red cheeks never failing to bring a smile to Pidgeâs face.
Which left only two.
âSo I wrote this song for youâŠâ
What was next for her? For Shiro? Well, with the Empire out of the way, someone need to take charge of the noncombatant Galra and establish the Blades of Marmora as pillars of stability. And who better to do it?
Than the Champion himself.
âNow everybody knows!â
He was hesitant about it. She could see it in his eyes and the way his human hand wrapped around his metal one. Pidge knew that the thought of overseeing the entire race of creatures that harmed him would be painful.
But thatâs why she was there.
â âCuase now its just you and meâŠâ
Whatever the challenge, whatever the curse. Pidge would help him bear it. So, come the day Kolivan and the Blade came to take them away to rebuild their enemies, they just held each other.
Steadied each other.
âTill weâre grey and old.â
Shiro looked to her then, concern pinching the worn planes of his face in such a way that he seemed to ask her, âare you sure?â, all over again. He looked older now. Older in ways Pidge couldnât even describe. But he was hers.
And she was his.
âJust say you wonât let goâŠâ
So while she knew this new adventure would test them, as long as they had each other, Pidge knew that theyâd be fine. Theyâve gone through too much to just back down now. Squeezing his hand in hers, Pidge took the first step toward leading a new legion of Galra. With her hand in his, Shiro walked right beside her.
âJust say you wonât let goâŠâ
Side by side.
Toward a new future, together.
âJust say you wonât let goâŠâ
âJust say you wonât let goâŠâ
It Is Saturday
So I did it.
I succumbed to that shidge writing itch that you guys threw poison ivy on because this is something we all want and need apparently
Original post
The hardest thing that Takashi Shirogane had to do was get out of bed.
Not to say that he was sinking into depression and couldn't arise, no, it was the exact opposite. His bed, their bed, was one of the safest and most comforting places he'd ever known, thanks most in part to his tiny female partner, and it was a daily struggle to convince himself to depart from it. He and Pidge had owned their cozy apartment nearing a year now, and the slab of mattress and tangled sheets that they rested on had become the most intoxicating setting in his home. There were days were they opted to stay in place for hours, only leaving to make food or bathroom runs and returning to collapse in the other's arms and the sea of blankets. It was hard to leave because she was there, because they had comforted each other from the memories of the war there, because every good day, shit day, and night of love always ended in each other's arms, on the bed.
But some days were harder than the rest.
The setting was always the same, posing the exact challenge it had for a while now; dark grey sheets that lay crinkled up between them, olive comforter sprawled around the two in uneven heaps of worn fabric. Her sleeping form was bundled up next to him, clinging at the arms that encircled her torso, head turned to the one that used it as a pillow. The rest of the bed seemed freezing in comparison to her, though with the pair's legs tangled together and huddled figures smashed together, her presence chased off any remaining cold of the perimeter around him. Blinding sunlight poured from the gaps in the blinds, sloshing golden light inside the room in bouncing parallel strips.
Blinking into the realm of reality, Shiro instinctively tightened his grip on the woman in his arms, burying his nose in her curled, unruly hair with slow, fatigued movements. The sleeping Pidge made not a move besides the rising and falling of her sides, comfortably conforming to the âbig spoonâ behind her. His senses were then filled with bright brown hair, blinding sunlight, and the scent of vanilla and burnt carbon as he was once again tempted by the thought of staying where he was for the remainder of the day.
Sighing, he blew her caramel curls away from his mouth, fingers knotting at his t-shirt that draped over her lithe frame. âIs showing up at a Garrison meeting really worth getting up from this? What day even is it?â
After a minute or two of contemplation, Shiro groaned and shifted away from the woman he loved, lifting the covers and throwing his legs over the bedframe, running a hand through his white-stained forelock. His muscles stung, the ache the familiar, momentary one that only existed because he had moved. Though the apartment's heater tried its best, he shivered-everything was like ice compared to her. With a final shake, he made a move to heave himself up-
-until dull nails tickled one of the scars on his back.
As soon as his head spun, he met the soft, squinted gaze of Pidge's honey eyes. Her arm extended out to him, hand blindly groping at any clutchable surface that he retained, eventually finding his prosthetic and then latching onto the metallic limb. She peeled her lips apart, blinking tiredly; her dreams must've been somewhat peaceful, then, as she wasn't automatically running at full speed.
"..ome back to bed," She offered, eyebrows kneading together and gentle smile painting itself on her soft, freckled features. She squeezed the bridge between his neck and shoulder, her other hand finding the parallel spot within a matter of seconds. The plea scratched at his resolve, itching and tugging at his head because damn just staying home today sounded really good.
He exhaled a quiet, desperate laugh and leaned over, pecking her nose. "I have to go."
"..iot."
"Hmm?"
Her freckled arms flung out and grabbed his shoulders, yanking him down over her lanky form and forcing him to catch himself out of instinct, the pair close enough to where their noses brushed together. Tangled hair guarded the tops of her half-lidded eyes, bottom lip jutting out and completing her pouty appearance. Pidge maneuvered her hands to press against the sides of his face, shaking it gently with every word.
"It. Is. Saturday."
"Oh."
Shiro's elbows gave way, the fatigued super-soldier of a man succumbing to her earlier plea and falling onto the lanky, warm form of his partner, forcing his arms around her through the mass of sheets and digging his nose against her neck. She laughed softly, the sound tickling his chest as the past Green Paladin roamed Shiro's shoulders, the two now glued together by method of awkward cuddling. The cold was now longer felt, and the soft heartbeat in the chest under his own was loud enough to become a lullaby and lure him back to the realm of sleep, clinging onto the woman beneath him all the while.
Ride with me, Pidge. "I can show you the world!" Awww the lack of Shiro in season 3 got me going through withdrawal.