Hi guys! So, as the title suggests, I am writing seven one-shots for Shiro Ship Week. The prompts are from janestrider on tumblr (I believe, so please correct me if I'm wrong) and although I don't have a personal tumblr and they'll probably never see this, I thought it'd be fun to do! Each day will be a new prompt and a new Shiro Ship, and since this is closing off Pride Month, they will all be slash ships. You have been warned. Different days will have different ratings and warnings, and I will inform you of those in the A/N beforehand. On to day one!
Day one's prompt was flowers, and for this I am doing Shiro x Hunk. This is rated K, and is probably the fluffiest thing I have ever and will ever write. There is no angst, injury, death, or even much romance. This is either set after the Paladins return to Earth, or it's slightly AU. Either way, it takes place on Earth. It's pretty short, but tomorrow is super long so it evens out. Enjoy!
Shiro yawned, furrowing his brows together in annoyance. His phone was buzzing. Why was it buzzing? He groaned, throwing his hand out and swinging for the noisy device on his nightstand. When he finally grabbed it, the lock screen lit up, momentarily blinding him. He squinted and accepted the early call.
"Hello?" He said groggily.
Hey, Shiro, you up? The soft voice of his boyfriend floated through the phone.
"Now I am," the man huffed, despite the soft smile that came to his lips when he heard his partner's voice.
Oh come on, Shiro, it's eight-o-clock. A perfectly reasonable time to get up, replied Hunk, who had probably been awake for at least an hour and a half. Anyways, get dressed. I'm picking you up in twenty minutes. I have a surprise for you!
Shiro yawned again, stretching. Getting up did not sound like a good idea. But Hunk has said he should, so there must be a good reason. The man almost fell when he tried to get out of bed. He, with some effort, managed to stand and yank a shirt clumsily over his head. He glanced down, frowning at the fact that he had to find clean pants. Once he had found jeans that smelled decent, he tugged them on, thankful that they fit without a belt. He ran a hand through his tuft of white hair, yawning as he did so. Right on cue, the doorbell rang, and Shiro hurried down the hall to open it.
"Wow, you look horrible," came a voice from the couch. Shiro paused long enough to stick his tongue out at his roommate Keith (childish, he knew) before joining the waiting man at the door.
Hunk grinned, peeking around the doorframe to wave at Keith. "Hey, dude. Haven't seen you in way too long."
Keith saluted dramatically, then turned his focus back to the television. Shiro threw his arm around his boyfriend, steering him out the door and away from his annoying little brother.
"So, you had something to show me?" The twenty-five year old raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, you're going to love it. Or, at least, I hope you do. I used to come here a lot, before the Garrison, I mean, but I've never showed another person, so I don't actually know what others will think."
Shiro placed a hand on Hunk's shoulder, and felt the other relax slightly. At that point both were in the car, and Hunk had started driving. After a fifteen minute silent car ride, Hunk parked at a shady-looking diner.
"This is what you wanted to show me?" Shiro asked doubtfully.
"No, this is just the parking spot," Hunk answered, climbing out of the car. "Come on." Shiro followed his boyfriend around the back of the shabby building and saw that Hunk was leading him to a tiny trail in the forests behind the diner. They slipped through the trees, following the tiny gap in the underbrush.
"It's a bit of a walk, I hate to say," Hunk broke the silence sheepishly. Shiro responded by slipping his hand into his boyfriend's. After a while they slowed. "Close your eyes," the mechanic instructed. Shiro complied, squeezing his partner's hand, trusting him. He took several more steps before he felt warmth on his face and sensed the world open up around him, and he knew they had left the trees behind.
"Okay, you can open your eyes now," Hunk's voice floated to Shiro's ears. He pried his eyes open, squinting from the sunlight. After a second he was able to adjust to the light and see the view in front of him.
They stood in a meadow. It wasn't too big, surrounded on all sides by the same forest they had just walked out of. It was mostly flat, with a slight slope on one side. But what struck Shiro the most were the flowers. The entire meadow was covered in flowers. Flowers of every shape and size and color. The field was a rainbow of floral confetti. The beauty of it made Shiro's breath catch in his throat.
"Beautiful, isn't it? As far as I know, no one else knows this place exists." Hunk squeezed his hand again, then tugged it, urging him forward. Shiro hesitated, not wanting to crush the flowers. As if reading his mind, his boyfriend spoke again. "They're durable plants, don't worry about harming them." Shiro let himself be led to the approximate middle of the clearing, where he noticed a boulder.
Hunk lowered himself gracefully to the ground, and once he was leaning on the rock, patted the ground between his legs as an indication that the pilot should sit. Shiro did, settling himself so that he was leaning back against the cook's chest, Hunk's muscular arms snaked around the other's waist.
"This place," Shiro murmured, completely content. "Thank you for showing me. It's amazing."
"It's ours," the mechanic murmured softly. Shiro's eyes started to slip closed and he didn't try to stop them. A minute later he was asleep, and soon after so was Hunk.
They stayed that way for over an hour. Two people, alone in a silent sea of blossoms. Two bodies, frozen in the peace of slumber. Two minds, fully relaxed for the first time in years. Two hearts, beating as one.
And, that is all! I totally forgot to say before, but this drabble was edited by my best friend Kenobi1, by that name on FanFiction and AO3. She is awesome, and has some really neat posted stories on her account, including at least one Shiro whump, so go give her some love! Reviews are always appreciated, as they let me know that people actually read my work, and constructive criticism is very welcome. Hope you enjoyed!
~April