bakerstreet | the bed-sharing meme

[finally got my inbox cleared out so - come one, come all. ota for platonic and hijinks and awkward situations, open to cross-canon/medium as well as canon. He makes a good space heater if you need a reason.]

[Shiro probably hadn't been expecting company, but the little munchkin finds him anyway. Little Lance had woken up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, but the hallway back to his room was too dark and too long for him to make it, even with the trusty protection of Blue the lion. He's been able to make the trek back there before, but usually when the nightlight in the hall was working. But the bulb had blown, and he was pretty much trapped on that end of the hall.

So, doing what he's actually rather prone to do, he merely crawled his way into Shiro's bed, tucking himself right in next to him. By morning, he's pretty much rolled in right against Shiro's side, latched onto his arm. He'll probably wake up in a few minutes, but uh... good luck trying to move, dad.]

[Shiro's a light sleeper and a fitful one so the second his son leaves his room to trek to the bathroom he wakes up. Not completely. Just enough to be aware of any out of the ordinary sounds that would signal he's needed, dozing light while his subconscious listens for the sounds of doors and tiny feet that will mean his son has made it safely back to his bed.

It's important to kids to have their independence in a safe way. Lance more than most.

But he drifts out of his light doze when the expected footsteps don't go the right direction and by the time there's a small weight on the edge of his bed, he's aware enough that he's not a danger, swallowing and shifting a little so his son can find a warm safe spot against his side with Blue. That's - better. That's much better and Shiro can sleep deeper than he usually does once his son is tucked in, protected and breathing, against his side.

Morning still comes a little too soon. Or what passes for morning for Shiro which is about an hour before dawn. He doesn't usually sleep so well and his body, getting that for a change, isn't eager to let it go. But habit is stronger and so Shiro's eyes slowly open and he inhales deep. And becomes aware of a little body tucked safe and sound between his side and his remaining arm, curled like a little koala around said arm. It makes him smile, makes knots in his chest ease off their pressure a little and he awkwardly does his best to tuck his son in a little warming even though his only arm is too trapped to be any use.

He won't move. His classes don't start until much later today. A little bit of extra snuggle time with his son isn't something he's going to turn down.]

[It's still early, but the koala cling that Lance has actually makes his arm tingly, having fallen asleep from his positioning. He grumbles, slowly finding consciousness as he begins to stir for more comfort. Lance isn't much of an early bird at all, but the idea of waking up to move seems more appealing than trying to sleep with the sensation.

He turns onto his back instead and slowly lets go so he can pull his arm free, opting to drop it on the pillow above his head while the circulation begins to run back through his hand. He lets out a yawn, but the movement slowly rouses him more. Is it morning yet?

Only one way to find out. Opening his eyes, he turns a sleepy squint over towards Shiro trying to see if he's asleep too. He doesn't catch his father sleeping often, but usually it's a good indicator of if it's still just too early to be up. Lance really hopes it's not time to get up yet; despite his arm, he's actually pretty comfortable here.]

[Shiro has always been fascinated with his son and watching him. Granted, it was easier when Lance was a baby and didn't move quite so fast but even now, watching that little sleeping face it more then enough to fill his heart up to overflow and make the thick weight in his chest feel good.

He thinks Lance might end up with his mother's nose. He's already got her eyes...

He's so small...

So small and squirmy and Shiro's lips soften into a dopey smile as he watches his son first twist and then turn and then the little mouth splits into a huge yawn. He's well aware of what's coming next so he shuts his eyes and schools his face into slackness, well aware that his son is checking on him.

Most of Shiro's only moments of peace these days are with his son. he's in no hurry to pass one by. But he also likes to soft jokes and so, after a moment, he squints one eyes open at Lance. Checking.

[As the circulation slowly lessens the uncomfortable feeling in his hand, Lance continues to look upward, still trying to see if Shiro is awake. But there's an edge of sleepiness still in his eyes that has him bringing his other hand up to rub at them, mumbling softly. He's feeling more awake by the second, but he can't tell just yet.

So instead, he sits up, tilting over to get a new angled look. And his dad... looks asleep to him, he thinks. He spends a few more seconds just watching, just to make sure. But when it doesn't seem like Shiro stirs, he only tilts over, choosing to lean on Shiro's side instead of latching onto his arm. He guesses he could go back to sleep, and yawns a second time.

...but there's also a chance that he may just go see if there are cartoons on television. He's quite comfortable here at Shiro's side, but his impatience might win out.]

Edited 2017-02-27 03:01 (UTC)

[The thump of the little body against his side and chest is a little piece of heaven, warm and alive and real and Shiro feels the tension that never really leaves, the tightness in his chest, ease, just a little. Shiro's not sure how he would have survived when he lost his wife, if it hadn't been for their son.

He knows he's supposed to be 'sleeping' - but he hums low in his chest, a long thrumming sound and, good arm free, he can finally wrap it around and over his son's small body, fingers rubbing gentle circles against that little back. He keeps his eyes closed though. Just in case Lance needs the extra incentive to stay put.]

[He's comfortable here, that's for sure. But Lance has always been a cuddler, and getting to snuggle with his dad without having to go anywhere has always been one of his favorite things. It's just harder when there's no TV or radio to listen to, or any of his toys. Not even Blue, his trusty lion--no, he accidentally left him in the bedroom. Which means... he's out of distractions. He doesn't want to move, not yet, but as his mind slowly wakes up, as does his energy.

But the hum catches him by surprise, and he pauses, just listening. The hand on his back gives it away. Shiro is definitely not sleeping, not if he's moving. Lance lifts his head to look at him again, propping his chin against Shiro's side while he just watches and waits. But... he still looks asleep. There's a small grunt. It doesn't really help just watching Shiro either, and after a few seconds he just gives up, laying his head back down, rubbing his eyes again. He'll give it a whole 'nother minute.]

[Shiro realizes he's prejudiced - but he's also absolutely sure, even prejudiced, that his son is the best kid in the world. And easily the cutest as well. Even if his chin is a little on the pointy side when he rests it against his father. He got that from his mother. Both the chin and digging into Shiro with it.

It's not something he's ever going to complain about.

He's aware that Lance is somewhere between snuggling down and popping up and while he doesn't mind his son's energy in the least even when its a handful, he also enjoys these quiet moments. Hand shifting he reaches up to rub it gently over his son's small head, feeling the tickle of that hair against his palm. And, voice a low rumble, eyes still closed, he decides:]

I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming about a blue lion. What do you think the lion's name is?

[That whole additional minute comes with more signs, which have Lance grinning the moment he feels Shiro's hand on his head. So he is awake! And... dreaming? Lance's grin grows as he tilts his head up, giggling at the question.

A blue lion... He knows this one.]

It's Blue!

[He sits up, then opts for crawling onto Shiro's chest, deciding to move right into his face.]

Daaaaddy, you're not asleep.

[There is nothing, in the entire world, that feels as wonderful and close to heaven as his little son crawling over him, Shiro thinks and when that little weight settles he can't stop his grin from coming or spreading over his face. The little chiding whine doesn't help it not show up either. He lets his large hand slip down to cover his son's small back and slowly cracks just one eye open to peer down at the little face peering back up at him.]

Are you sure? [He asks it, voice a low gravel rumble he knows will vibrate through his chest. He shuts his eye again.] Maybe I'm talking in my sleep.

[Lance settles himself right on Shiro's chest, folding both hands against his chest for leverage as he looks right at him. He still looks asleep, but his dad is the best pretender in the world. Up until he peeks, and Lance pouts at him, opting to move one tiny hand to rest on Shiro's cheek instead.]

Nuh-uuuhhh. You opened your eye, I saw you!

[Shiro can't help the quiet laughter at his son's hand on his cheek and he finally gives in and opens both of his eyes to look down into the little peering face. His hand on his son's back rubs gentle circles before lifting to ruffle the short brown hair.]

All right. Maybe I am awake. What do you think we should do if that's the case?

[The laughter there seals it. Lance grins at that, lowering his hand back to wrap around Shiro while he soaks in the comfort. So he's up, and Lance is up... and now what. They could get up, but he's actually quite comfortable there, even if he was a little bored. He thinks for a moment.]

We can get breakfast? Can we have breakfast in your bed?

Breakfast? In bed? What are we - barbarians?

[Which is, honestly, about what Shiro teases every single time they have - breakfast in bed. And, as always, there's the shortest burst of painful, sweet memory of someone else he used to sometimes bring breakfast in bed to with eyes a lot like his son's. But then he smiles and the present is back in place again and he's sitting up, careful not to dislodge his son from his chest and lap.]

What do you want today, short stack? Pancakes? Muffins? Apple Jacks?

Barbarian breakfast!

[He knows the meaning of that word from a viking documentary, and the joke at the request never hesitates to make Lance laugh from it. He leans into Shiro's chest when his father sits up, shifting himself so he can stay reclined against him while he tries to make his food decisions. All of those sound really good...]

Hmm... Do we still have those chocolate muffins? Because those were yummy. [They weren't healthy in the slightest and probably not fit for breakfast consumption, but when did a child ever think that much about health?]

[Shiro is probably raising a dork, and a history dork at that, and at some point he's probably going to regret it if it makes the other kids tease his son. But - jokes just between the two of them that no one else gets feel so damn good and Shiro's very limited on 'cool' subjects he can make into jokes as far as he's concerned. He keeps his arm around his son to hold him cradled close and - isn't surprised by the question.

No. chocolate muffins aren't healthy - probably. And they're probably not appropriate breakfast for a kid that's already got excessive energy. But - well, they ARE being barbarians and the muffins were really yummy. Shiro pretends to think about it for a moment, more because he knows he's supposed to be, somehow, a responsible adult than because he's trying to tease his son and then, arm still around his son, he rolls them both in a tuck and roll, careful not to put any weight on him, off the bed with a growl, landing on his feet and straightening, son still in his arm.]

Would Vikings say no to chocolate muffins? Would the Mongol hoards or the Gauls? If we're going to be barbarians we should act like it. Chocolate muffins it is.

[Thankfully, Lance hasn't had to deal with too much teasing yet. Maybe in the future he may regret it, but for now, just being with his dad and having all the jokes to share with him is the best thing ever. That and he's becoming an avid tiny history fan, which is never anything bad. Especially if it means being a barbarian with breakfast muffins.

There's a screech and Lance latches on to Shiro through the roll, but he laughs once they're free.]

We should be the mongols today! You can't be the king today so we gotta take over the kitchen and eat all the muffins!

[He frees one hand up and holds up four fingers.] I want this many muffins, okay? [He can barely eat one big one alone, there's no way. But he can still ask.]

Conquer the kitchen, subjugate the muffins. Got it.

[Shiro gives his son a little bounce before settling him completely with his remaining arm and decides to leave his prosthetic off for a little while longer. Breakfast doesn't need two hands. Not when he's got two small very helpful ones extra at least. He does look at one of those little hands and the enormous amount of faith his son has in his own stomach capacity size and his smile goes crooked as he starts down the hall for the kitchen.]

That many, huh? That's a lot. How about we start with one and take things from there?

the bed-sharing meme

Shiro | Voltron: LD

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http://paladinpuppypile.tumblr.com/post/157560748077/sir-scandalous-like-home

this amount of cuteness is bound to kill me

we'll die happy

At least it'll be a good death~

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http://headspacedad.tumblr.com/post/157938760137/bajillionkittens-day-2-quietchaos-on-their

this art tho ahhgovsiogd

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