AN: Hey… umm… Hi! This is my first fic for the Voltron fandom.
I don't know if anyone will read it or like my random little idea here but I'd appreciate the support. I've rewatched this series, especially season 1, waaaaayyyyy too many times now. Lol, so yeah, I hope that fellow Shallura fans enjoy~
Summary: It's hard to date when you're a single parent, trust no one, and have some serious baggage but it all started with a cup of sugar. Shallura with little kids Klance friendship.
Apartment 119
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The Castle's Empty Nest
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"Today marks the fifth anniversary of the end to the riots of the Isle of Altea. Ambassador Alfor will be commemorated and preserved in memory with the unveiling of a life-sized statue at Garrison Central Park where the Altean embassy once…" the tv's newscaster's voice slowly faded into the distance as the woman lowered the volume and walked down the hall.
Deeply sighing, she closed her eyes for a brief moment before putting a private smile on her lips and turned the knob.
"Rise and shine, Starshine!" she cheerfully exclaimed as she ran towards the small bed with its blue lion colored themed bedsheets. She excitedly swooped up the groggy little body into her embrace and nestled him securely in her arms as she attacked his chubby little cheek with kisses.
"Mooooom, I'm up! I'm up!" the boy protested by trying to block his face from her onslaught of kisses on his cheek.
"I'm going to miss you today, I can't believe it's your first day of school already. How about we skip this year, yeah? I'll enroll you next year! Yes! I like the sound of that very much instead!" the boy's mother squeezed him tightly, crushing him to her chest as he huffed.
"But I'm five now! All my friends will be there!"
The woman smoothed over his dark brown hair and smiled, "fine, fine, but let me have this moment. Mommy isn't used to being home alone in the Castle" she told him as he allowed her to hold him for a few more minutes before he grew excited over getting to choose his own outfit for his first day of school.
Once ready, she held his hand as they made their way out. The school being only a short walk away but to her dismay, that meant having to walk past GCP. It's not like she hated Garrison Central Park, it was a gorgeous and spacious park in the heart of the city with its own koi pond, cherry blossom trees, and a brightly lit-at night gazebo - but today was especially hard for her to pass by it.
"Mommy, do I really need this big puffy jacket? I feel like a marshmallow!" her son complained, waddling in place next to her.
Call her over-protective or paranoid but she didn't want him catching a cold on a slightly breezy and chilly spring day.
"You can take it off after we enter the school and find your classroom" she told him as she adjusted her own baby pink turtleneck higher to cover her mouth.
She was wearing a white lace midi skirt with white stiletto pumps, a mid-sleeve baby pink turtleneck and a simple pink purse while her son was sporting a gigantic blue puffy jacket that ate him with black jeans and sneakers.
As they made their way past the park where a grand ceremony was being held for the fallen Ambassador of a once great nation that was now reduced to nothing but a mere memory. The woman squeezed her son's held hand and quick paced them as far away from the flashing lights and crowd of reporters as fast as her heels could take her.
Her heart throbbed in her throat as she tried calming her breathing through her nose. Thankful that they had finally reached the school, she was kind enough to let her son out of his restraint and unzipped him out of his puffy blue prison.
"I'm free!" he shouted as he stretched his tiny arms as high above his head as he possibly could.
The woman playfully rolled her eyes as she placed the jacket over her bent arm that was holding her purse. Opening the door, she let her son in first.
Getting situated with the place didn't take long as other parents were struggling to find their own way at the school. That made her feel slightly better as she and her own son stood outside his classroom.
Bending down to his level, she fixed his blue plaid collared shirt.
As she did this, the boy noticed girls his age giggling as they entered the room.
"Mommy, you're embarrassing meee" the boy whispered, cupping his small hand against her ear, "the girl's will think I'm still a baby!"
She tore a small piece of black thread off his shirt and shook her head, "don't care, you're still my baby"
He groaned as he watched his mother gesture for him to give her a kiss on the cheek. He did it reluctantly and lazily gave her a hug, whispering that he loves her before he eagerly ran off into the classroom.
Getting up from the floor, she smoothed out her skirt and chuckled, entering the room to hang his jacket on a hook on the wall. She blew a kiss towards him, waving as she left, watching as other dotting parents were still lingering around.
Kindergarten was a huge step.
The next big chapter in their lives.
Heading out of the school, just as fast as the strike of lighting and as loud as thunder, she didn't see it coming when a tall man came bursting through the entrance with a small boy in a red sweater cradled in his arm like a football.
She feared for her life for a split second, getting out of their tornado paved way as her body stayed still on the side of a wall.
"Sorry!" the man yelled back at her.
"Ah, shit, we're late Keith!" the man could still be heard.
"Go! Go! Go!" a small boy chanted, as their voices left in a blur.
The only feature she caught of him was black hair that looked partially shaven? Was that a patch of white on top? She'll never know.
Shrugging the experience away, she made her way back home. Alone and lonely, ready to count the hours until she had her son back where he belonged - safe and sound at home with her.
Treading back the same way she came, she paused once she reached the park and stared at the statue that they had just unveiled to the public.
She lifted her right hand up as if imagining that she could physically touch the statue. She paused as she caught the twinkle of the small diamond of the rose gold band on her ring finger. The sparkling facets reminding her of what Altea once stood for. "Goodbye, father" she whispered to herself, kissing her ring, she painfully willed her feet to move.
When she was ready, she knew that she could always go and visit the statue.
Tossing her keys and purse on a table at the entrance, she placed her hand on the wall for support as she took off her pumps.
Sighing in relief, her bare purple painted pedicured feet touched the softness of the white carpeted floor. She made her way into the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot, needing her caffeine source for the day. She had no time earlier in the morning with getting her son up and ready for his first day of school.
"Ahh… what am I going to do with myself now?" she asked herself as she readied a cup, deciding that after her daily routine cup of coffee, that she'd read a home magazine, then go ahead and clean her son's room and then pick up a few toys he left lying around the living room before leaving early to wait for him to get out of school.
Her plans were interrupted when she heard a sudden knock coming from the entrance. Raising a suspicious eyebrow, she wasn't expecting any deliveries and her landlord had no reason to come to personally see her unless he was baking something. Turning her coffee maker off, she made her way to her door, unlocking the deadbolt and four other locks while keeping the door chain lock on.
"Yes?" she called, eyes widening as she recognized the man.
He was the guy that nearly ran her over in the hallway of the elementary school!
"Hey, Apartment 119, uhh… Neighbor? I know we haven't talked before but I live right across the hall in 120" the man rambled as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and held a measuring cup with the other. He was wearing a black muscle shirt with ripped navy blue jeans and black combat boots.
She noticed his right arm was a prosthetic that ended a little above the bend of his arm. She knew it was rude to stare but couldn't help it until she focused on his face instead. As she predicted, she got his hair detail right and now could see that he had a small scar across his nose.
"Is it alright if I bug you for a cup of sugar? Cliché, I know and I promise I'm not flirting here but I really do need sugar and I currently don't have enough time to run to the store" he finished explaining through the three inches of space where she could see him.
He looked harmless and if anything funny happened, she had a rhinestone bedazzled pink baseball bat hidden in the apartment at her disposal.
"Sure, one moment please" she politely told him as he patiently watched her close the door and heard the chain's lock come undone as she opened the door again.
"I'm Shiro by the way. It's nice to meet you" he greeted her with a kind toothy smile as he held his hand out for her to shake.
"Allura" she greeted back.
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Done! To be continued.
I'm trying to write this story in the same format as my Yuri! On Ice fic – aka shorter chapters so that I won't take eons to update it. Honestly, I don't know how long this story will be but it will be mildly quick-paced.
I'll upload the second chapter either tomorrow or soon enough.
Ps. Thanks to Anime-Mintgrl for helping me with the title of this fic! And their home/apartment will be referred to as the Castle.
Remember to R&R! Plz & Thankies! :]
I don't own Princess Allura or Takashi 'Shiro' Shirogane and all other characters mentioned or those that will be used in this fic – Voltron: Legendary Defender is owned by DreamWorks/Netflix.
I just own the idea/plot/story/whatever you want to call it~ lol :P