Keith tries to settle into his new routine on the transport cruiser but struggles to adapt. He has two very different conversations with both Loktak and with Krolia, the latter leading him to visit Shiro in his holding cell.
Summary: Takashi Shirogane is exactly the kind of man Keith likes; built like a brick house with a smile sweet enough to rot teeth and a heart of gold. Of course he’s also YouTube famous and worlds out of Keith’s league. The closest he can get to his pseudo-celebrity crush is when he watches Shiro’s videos from the safety of his bed. Or so he thinks.
A/N: Thank you so much to @whiskyandwildflowers for talking me down when I worried I would ruin my idea and all of the invaluable alpha help and to @tdcatsblog for putting up with all my snippets and being the best beta ever.
Excerpt:
With an impish grin Keith leaned over the edge of the pick-up counter. “Absolutely disgusting caramel macchiato with enough sugar to put someone in a coma for one nameless and shameless customer.”
He grinned to himself, possibly more amused than he should be. He could practically feel Lance glaring daggers in his back.
“Any takers?” he yelled once more. “If the sugar doesn’t kill you the atrocious combination of caramel, hazelnut, and chocolate surely will.”
A shadow fell over Keith’s face, someone clearing their throat as Keith turned his head to see a very familiar face staring down at him.
“I’m afraid that’s mine,” Shiro said softly, the warm pads of his fingers brushing against Keith’s knuckles as he leaned over and plucked the drink from Keith’s hands. “I know it’s kind of disgusting but—”
“You like things sweet,” Keith breathed, body paralyzed as he stared at Shiro. Shiro. His Shiro was standing in front of him in his place of work smiling at him with that same smile he got on his face when he played with puppies or ate macaroni and cheese with extra cheese on his cheat days. Or well, not his Shiro he reminded himself. Not really. A technicality that was entirely Keith’s own fault since he’d been too scared to do anything about his feelings.
Shiro smiled. “I’m fine, Keith.” Keith raised an eyebrow and Shiro sighed, closing his eyes. Keith always saw right through him. Ever since that day he missed breakfast and Keith had come looking. Shiro had worried that Keith would think less of him if he knew, but of course Keith was nothing but understanding. Keith always exceeded expectations.
OR: Shiro copes with chronic pain in the middle of a space war with sentient robot lions. Totally normal.
Shiro’s frayed, coming apart after weeks of exams, work, stress, but he doesn’t want to burden Keith with his problems or the new twinge in his shoulder. His boyfriend sees through his facade and with soft words and gentle hands, he takes care of Shiro, reminding him that he is enough.
Remember, Keith,“ Lance had said, grabbing his shoulders firmly before Keith ventured towards the bus to go home. “You have a pretty face and long legs, so make sure you use them.”
“What about my ass?” Keith had asked, fear-ridden. “Is it fat enough to pull this off?”
“It’s fat enough if you back it up, okay?” Lance had reassured loudly; his face was as red as a cherry. “For the love of God, stop making me be gay by thinking about how your boy ass would look in slutty lingerie.”
“I wanted to see you too,” Shiro says. Before quickly adding, “But it’s not your fault! Things come up. It’s just, ah, you know. That time of the month.”
“You know I don’t care,” Keith says, not for the first time. “It’s work. Work’s like that.”
“Yeah.” The exhale is laced with frustration. “I just…”
“Hm?”
“Nothing, just… hopefully um, hopefully soon,” Shiro says. “I won’t have to do this anymore.”
Keith perks up. That’s not what he expected to hear. Shiro’s been going away for monthly work conferences for the whole two years Keith has known him. “Wait, really?”
Voltron is called on once again, saving Allura and the universe once and for all, but it comes at the price of the last five years of time. Uncertain what to do with himself now that he’s unretired and unmarried, Shiro finds himself adrift. One thing he knows for certain: Keith deserves better than what Shiro could give him.
16k. (Explicit) Contains: nsfw content, graphic depictions of violence
Shiro and Keith are princes from neighboring kingdoms whose friendship blooms into something more, the kind of something they can only bear to admit to themselves in clandestine letters and precious gifts.
Not all secrets, however, are meant to be kept – and not all kings are meant to have queens.
Shiro has exactly two notable relationships in his new city — the absolutely adorable dog he follows on Instagram, and the equally (if not moreso) adorable grocery store employee who works behind the fish counter.
Not long before the Kerberos mission, Keith gets sick. Unwilling to tell Shiro the reason why, he chooses treatment instead, and gives up his intense feelings toward his friend. He’s warned that his illness has a chance of reoccuring in the future, but he doesn’t think about it again until they’re all on the Castleship, far from anyone who can help… and the pain in his chest returns.
Feeling a little lonely, Keith plots to kidnap Shiro so they can reconnect with an anniversary sexcation. But first, he has to win over Shiro’s new secretary.
Over the years Keith gets used to being alone. But during one particularly bad rut, and after days of chasing something that doesn’t exist—utterly exhausted and on the brink of desperation—he caves and stumbles to his laptop. He flips it open and stares at the page that’s been open for months—ATLAS: Heat Sharing and Non-Sexual Intimacy Partners Inc.
Summary: Shiro has never wanted to lean on anyone, never wanted to be a burden, but as he struggles to adjust to life after returning from the astral plane, he realizes just how much Keith means to him. The world needs Keith, but Shiro needs him more.
A/N: All my love to @whiskyandwildflowers for the beta you are incredible and I couldn’t have finished this fic without you. Thank you.
Excerpt: Something about Keith’s scent lingering in his bed sets Shiro on edge in the best way possible. His heart races, his palms sweat, and for the first time since he got a second chance at life, Shiro isn’t afraid to close his eyes.
After two days, the smell begins to fade. Shiro doesn’t wash his sheets, pressing his face into the pillow and desperately seeking the aroma he associates with all things good; safety, warmth, love.
Summary: Shiro has never wanted to lean on anyone, never wanted to be a burden, but as he struggles to adjust to life after returning from the astral plane, he realizes just how much Keith means to him. The world needs Keith, but Shiro needs him more.
A/N: All my love to @whiskyandwildflowers for the beta you are incredible and I couldn’t have finished this fic without you. Thank you.
Excerpt: Something about Keith’s scent lingering in his bed sets Shiro on edge in the best way possible. His heart races, his palms sweat, and for the first time since he got a second chance at life, Shiro isn’t afraid to close his eyes.
After two days, the smell begins to fade. Shiro doesn’t wash his sheets, pressing his face into the pillow and desperately seeking the aroma he associates with all things good; safety, warmth, love.
Summary: Keith grudgingly attends his first Pride where he meets a Daddy. A dog daddy that is.
A/N: Thank you so much to @whiskyandwildflowers for the amazing beta you are the best and I love you.
Excerpt:
“Wow, you’re such a good boy, aren’t you? I knew you could be good for Daddy. You’re such a good boy.”
The man’s voice was sweet as honey and twice as thick, but his words sent a chill down Keith’s spine. Fuck, not another asshole. Keith’s hackles rose, his earlier interaction at the forefront of his mind. His nerves were already frayed from being so far outside of his comfort zone today, and now this? He shoved his phone back into his pocket, not even bothering to give the stranger the satisfaction of his gaze as he stared at the man’s crisp white Converse and began to speak.
“I’m not going to call you Daddy. Whatever kinky sex games you’re looking for, you’re looking in the wrong place, so I suggest you walk away right now because if you tell me to call you that one more time, I’ll kick you in the balls so hard you’ll be crying for your own Daddy.”
“That’s not—no,” the man spluttered. He looked horrified.
Keith snorted out his disbelief. There was really only one way to take a sentence like that. “Sure, dude.”
Surprisingly, the shadow didn’t disappear immediately. Apparently, the guy didn’t take Keith’s threat seriously. He wasn’t not surprised. Most people assumed that because he’s small he can’t handle himself and then they’re proven wrong. So wrong.
“I’m not looking for a Daddy, so you can just move along,” Keith said again.
The guy made a choking noise, his voice horrified. “I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to my dog.”
Summary: Keith is absolutely not into frat boys. Especially frat boys who wear stupid tank tops and stupid snapbacks.
Except he is. He really fucking is. Especially when that frat boy is Shiro.
A/N: This started as a fic thread on twitter and it became clear it was taking on a life of it’s own and needed to be a full fic. Thank you @whiskyandwildflowers for the beta. <3
Summary: Keith is absolutely not into frat boys. Especially frat boys who wear stupid tank tops and stupid snapbacks.
Except he is. He really fucking is. Especially when that frat boy is Shiro.
A/N: This started as a fic thread on twitter and it became clear it was taking on a life of it’s own and needed to be a full fic. Thank you @whiskyandwildflowers for the beta. <3
Written for the @sheith69min Twitter prompt “Singing/karaoke & /vprp”. I *finished* this within the time limit, but editing/fixing typos took me about 5 mins over in total, oops ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
#PaladinPositivity and love to you all (｡♥‿♥｡)
He trails off, because how can he explain to Shiro that his entire universe has suddenly become the size of Colleen Holt’s kitchen, that everything he cares for can suddenly fill a whole room, that it takes up so much more space in his heart than he’d thought he had? He came from nothing. He was nothing. Nothing but desert and stars. And now… now he’s someone’s entire sun. It’s a heavy burden, but one he finds himself willing to fight for. To kill for.
Shiro seems to understand anyway, because he kisses Keith, and what Keith needs more than anything right now is to be kissed.
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They eventually manage to get the turkey off Lance’s arm by engaging in a kind of game of tug of war - Shiro anchors Lance with his arms around his waist, and Allura, Keith and Pidge pull on the turkey until it slips off with a disturbing sucking sound. Everyone laughs (except for Lance, who pretends to grumble about it for a bit, but ends up joining in the laughter eventually as well).
The Holts’ kitchen is warm and filled with voices and delicious smells. Keith has gotten used to being surrounded by lots of people, but there’s something different about today: these are people he’s grown closer to in the span of the past few years than anyone else. People he trusts, people who trust him. People he loves, and who, in spite of all the odds and to Keith’s unending surprise, love him too.
Another story in my Shiro & Keith story collection, written for @sheithmonth. This one is for the prompt Alternate Realities.
Wavelengths I[4,470 words, all ages] Keith’s father was human, and his mother was a merperson, which means he’s neither one nor the other. He lost his parents years ago. Although he lives among the People of the Sea, he’s never felt he was truly one of them. When he finally meets a human, will he find a place he belongs?
I felt like writing a merfolk AU, so I did it. Click the story title to go directly to it, or visit the collection at AO3. [There will be 10+ stories eventually, but they obviously will not all be finished this month.]
Another story about Shiro and Keith written for @sheithmonth, for the prompt Quality Time.
Barbarians and Backstory[3900 words, all ages] Keith isn’t as enthusiastic about Monsters and Mana as Shiro, but he’s allowed himself to be dragged along on a quest—or that’s what Shiro thinks. Is that really the truth of the matter? (Roll a perception check!)
Part of a series of stories with a search and rescue theme. Click the title to go directly to the story, or read the whole collection on AO3.
I added a new story to my Shiro & Keith Search & Rescue themed collection for @sheithmonth:
Witch Way[1,800 words, all ages] Keith is a witch, and he’s on his own in an unkind world—but not for long. A fairy tale, written for the prompt Happy Ending. I indulged myself by including some of my favorite things: witches, ravens, and cats.
Click the title to read the individual story, or read the collection on AO3. [Full disclosure: I won’t finish them all this month.]
It’s@sheithmonth, and I wanted to write a few stories based on the various prompts. As I was writing them, I realized that they also fit the theme of “search and rescue”, probably because I love it when they rescue each other.
Night Light[July 5, Guiding Light]: On an alien planet, after a long journey, Keith finds himself unable to sleep. Shiro has the same problem, but they may be able to help each other (again).
Descending Bodies[July 1, Trust]: Trust-building exercises don’t come easy for someone who doesn’t trust easily, but Shiro has witnessed the development of Keith’s unusual interest in trust falls.
Click the fic titles to go to the individual stories, or find the whole collection on AO3. I’ll add more to the collection as I finish them.
