#tinyadventureszine

guarded: a smol voltron fic

summary: Shiro gets a much-deserved nap. Written for @tinyadventureszine​ on tumblr. rating: G. so gen it’ll rot your teeth. notes: done in collaboration with the wonderful @bringembers​! See their super cute art here.

excerpt:

“I can’t believe you got him to sleep,” Lance whispers, loudly.

Keith shrugs in response, a casual roll of one shoulder. Their care has gone unremarked by the room’s primary occupant. Shiro has yet to even notice the plush friends stacked on the sill, or the whole plethora of other stuffed animals waiting for his young perusal. He’s asleep just as Keith promised, curled up in the comfortable security of the frankly-enormous Voltron plush. His breathing is soft and slow, the peaceful glow of hopefully-happy dreams relaxing the curves of his sweet baby cheeks.

He is so absolutely adorable that Lance can barely stand it.

For Lance McClain, he’s three and a quarter years old and he finds the rain unfair. It’s so unfair because he wanted to go outside and play with his friends but now he can’t. He sits in front of the window in the front of the house, bright blue eyes staring out into the dark outside, watching the rain fall and listening to the noises it makes. He hears cars go by, hears the water splash as the wheels hit the puddles in the streets. He sees very few people – mostly adults – carrying umbrellas and wearing raincoats of different colours. Lance’s elbows are on the windowsill, his chubby cheeks in the palms of his hands. He sighs, shoulders slacking. He’s bored and upset and he wants to play but no one is available right now.

For three and quarter years old Lance McClain, he finds the rain unfair and he feels his mood dropping at a fast rate.

For Lance’s mother, she’s standing in the doorway of the kitchen, staring at her son moping in front of the window. She’s wiping her hands off with a dry hand towel after doing dishes and she feels for her son – she feels for him because she remembers how bored she used to be at his age when the rain never seemed to let up.

“Mijo,” she calls out, getting a hum as a response. “I understand you’re bored, but perhaps you should get away from the window. The rain isn’t going to stop just by you staring at it.”

“I can hope.” Lance mumbles but takes his mothers advice, moving away from the window. He feels determined to make the rain stop. “I have nothing else to do, Mamá.”

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