maybe i’ll love you for a while

Summary: Shiro wants to wait for the right moment to tell Keith how he feels. Keith beats him to it.

( @sheithsecretsanta gift for @sideofsaltblog !! mutual pining, post s7 & s8, confessions, fluff. word count: 2564. ao3 link)

Seeing Keith finally open his eyes feels like finally being able to breathe again.

“Shiro.” His voice is weak from not being used, but it is still his, saying Shiro’s name so sweetly it makes his knees tremble. “You’re here.”

Shiro doesn’t remember moving, but one second he’s by the hospital room doorway and the next he’s gathering Keith into a hug. He feels a tired laugh from Keith’s chest before he feels arms wrapping around him. It’s not as strong as their usual hugs, but it’s just as grounding, the touch fully assuring Shiro that now he has nothing to fear.

He’s not losing the most important person in his world any time soon.

“Of course I am,” Shiro whispers. He hugs Keith tighter, mindful of his injuries. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.”

“Don’t worry about it. You have your duties. I’m just happy you’re here now.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

voltron finale

hold me down, keep me safe

(self care is writing porn for urself for ur birthday)

(sheith, car sex, bottom shiro, anal sex, anal fingering, oral sex, fluff, power play, dom/sub undertones. word count: 3116. ao3 link)

“Shh,” Keith whispers, pressing himself harder on Shiro’s clothed ass, covering his moaning mouth with a gloved hand. “You don’t want anyone to hear, do you?”

He doesn’t, but the thought of someone seeing him be absolutely ruined inside his own car leaves a pool of heat in his stomach. He’s pressed against the back seat, practically in Keith’s lap as he sits between Shiro’s spread legs. He clutches at the seat as Keith bites and sucks a mark on his neck, his other hand stroking Shiro’s cock taken out of his unzipped pants and underwear.

“Answer me, Shiro.” Keith’s hand twists at his head, and Shiro cries out, muffled by Keith’s hand. He shakes his head at Keith’s question frantically. He can feel Keith’s smile on his skin, nuzzling almost tenderly at his neck. He’s pretty sure the mark he left won’t be easily covered up by the Garrison uniform.

“You gotta be quiet for me, baby, or else I’ll have to find something to gag you with,” Keith admonishes, as if he doesn’t know that the thought of being gagged has Shiro choking down another moan. Maybe he’ll be louder later, see what Keith does to him. “You promise to be good?”

you give him everything

Summary: Keith and Adam find closure of their own.

(Part 2 of forgive me (at least just temporarily), sheith, past adam/shiro, platonic adam & keith, closure, outsider pov. Word count: 1195. Ao3 link)

“Adam.”

He probably should have expected Keith to be on the rooftop. Before it became his place to think and be alone, it was Keith and Shiro’s place to hang out and stargaze.

He should have expected Keith, but the lack of Shiro makes him pause. Keith must have seen the question on his face, because he says, “He’s in a meeting. He’ll be here in a few.”

He doesn’t know what to say, so he nods. He’s just about to excuse himself when Keith averts his eyes and pats the space beside him. A silent invitation.

traveling with my heart

Summary: Kosmo thinks fetch is about bringing Keith what he loves. He ends up bringing him to Shiro.

(for @belovedsheith!! a bday gift a month n a half late lol)

(fluff and humor, emotional hurt/comfort, nightmares, happy ending, basically wingman cosmo, word count: 3005. ao3 link)

He doesn’t realize his prosthetic was taken from him until he hears the wolf teleporting away.

He wasn’t even interacting with the wolf in any way – he decided to accompany Keith outside the hospital after a month of being bedridden, and the wolf wanted to tag along. For a solid ten minutes they were playing fetch with his knife while Shiro went through documents on his tablet before the wolf took his prosthetic by the fingers and teleported away with it.

He watched the duo at the corner of his eye. They’re on the other side of the field, wolf nudging the prosthetic into Keith’s hands, tail wagging. Keith is sputtering, unsure what to do with the metal hand suddenly in his hands. “Hey - This is not what I asked you to fetch! We’re bringing this back to Shiro and apologizing!”

“I don’t mind!” He ends up shouting, and Keith snaps his head up so quickly that Shiro’s a bit worried for his neck. He waves at the duo with his left hand and wills his prosthetic to scratch space wolf’s ears. His tail is wagging violently, thumping against the ground. Keith is beet red.

Seems the wolf does listen to Keith when he asks him to teleport them, at least, because in the next second Keith is in front of him, stuttering out an apology.

forgive me (at least just temporarily)

Summary: Adam runs into Shiro, and it looks like they have a lot of air to clear.

(Voltron season 7 spoilers, Past Adam/Shiro closure, established sheith, past lovers to friends, word count: 1250. ao3 link )

The moment his eyes land on Takashi, it feels like the Earth stops turning in its axis.

But really, he should have expected this. Should have figured some sort of reunion was inevitable. After all, if Sam Holt can rise from the dead and announce the existence of Voltron, savior of the universe, then Adam can run into his also newly-resurrected ex fiancé.

He’s changed so much. It’s staggering, and a little heartbreaking. His right arm is missing. A large scar runs clean across his face. His hair is completely white, and Adam is sure that he doesn’t have time to bleach his hair during a war.

He doesn’t know how to approach him, but he doesn’t have to. Takashi meets his eye and even now he can read every emotion that goes through him from the smallest of movements.

And he isn’t the only one, it turns out. The one beside Takashi in the red armor, who Adam swears he’s seen before but he can’t quite put his finger on who it is, flickers his eyes over to him as soon as his body stiffens. He puts a hand on Takashi’s shoulder. “You okay?”

Takashi’s eyes soften when he directs his gaze at his friend. “I’m okay. But it looks like I have someone I need to talk to.”

“What? What are you-” then the guy’s eyes drift over to Adam, and they’re both struck with the same realization.

never known this kind of love

Summary: Shiro likes using flower metaphors. Keith likes indulging him.

(A gift for @shirothebeefygyro for the Sheith Flower Exchange over at @sheithbouquet! Sheith, word count: 2433, ao3 link)

“Shiro?”

“Yes, Keith?” Shiro asks, even though Keith is sure he knows exactly what he is about to say.

“You really woke me up in the middle of the night, snuck us out of the Garrison, and spent an hour driving to the desert… for a flower shrub.”

“And a picnic,” Shiro adds with a grin, giving him some containers from his bag. Keith opens one of them while Shiro’s busy putting a blanket down, and he’s relieved to find simple peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. God knows the amount of times he’s had to sacrifice his stomach for Shiro’s less than stellar cooking skills.

“The one time you decide to break the rules without me or Matt to convince you, and it’s so we can eat sandwiches in the desert at 4 AM. Shiro, what are you up to?” He asks, because really. This is a little ridiculous, even by his standards. But Shiro’s smile changes, from giddy and excited to… nervous, almost scared, and Keith quickly adds in, “I mean, not that I don’t appreciate it.  It’s just a strange idea for a date, you know?”

Shiro laughs, but it’s not as loose as Keith would like it to be. “I gotta admit, I didn’t really plan this out as well as I wanted to. I just need to tell you something, and this is where I need to say it.”

“Okay? Go on, then.”

we can find our way home

While he’s grateful for the second chance it has given him, sometimes Shiro just... hates his body.

It’s a near-perfect replica of himself, but it still doesn’t feel like it’s his. The shock of white hair. Missing the scars he has vivid memories of, has scars he doesn’t remember getting. Losing an arm twice doesn’t help either.

It’s just like the first time he saw himself after escaping the arena, in Keith’s cracked full length mirror in the shack, only a million times worse. At least he knew that that body was his.

At least that body never tried to kill Keith.

He’s staring at his naked reflection now, with the exact same mirror he used after the first time Keith rescued him. He doesn’t know how long he’s locked himself up in the bathroom, staring at the stranger in front of him.

A sharp knock drags him out of his thoughts. “Shiro? It’s Keith. Are you okay? You’ve been in there a long time.”

Shiro’s eyes turn to the bath that Keith prepared for him, surely cold by now. He feels more guilt rush through him; ever since he woke up Keith hasn’t done anything except helping him, caring for him while he tries to heal, while leaving no time to look after himself. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. I’ll be out soon.”

“Can I come in?”

No, he wants to say. He doesn’t want Keith to see him like this. But he can’t deny him anything either. “Sure.”

you bring me home

(sheith, past keith/lotor and keith/allura, san junipero au, warning for character death. word count: 8473)

The stars shine brighter here, he first notices.

Then there’s the loud revving of engines as cars pass, the cigarette smoke wafting through the air from the nearby group of party-goers, the flashing lights of billboards and club signs. It’s all so overwhelming, so different that he has to step back into a dark alley to recollect himself.

Different. That was what Shiro came here for. A change of pace, a new chance at life. He can handle this. It just needs a little getting used to.

Breathe in, breathe out. San Junipero is a party town. He can’t waste the limited time he has here. He needs to live again.

His eyes land on the first building he sees when he steps out the alley - a lively club, the stream of people going in and out unending, the bass of the music loud and clear even several feet away. And just like that, he feels as if the club is beckoning him in, like it has an aura of its own.

He straightens himself, striding towards the club with purpose. It seems dumb, to care about whether he’d look out of place during his first night in such a party town. Odds are he looks like an outsider either way. But it’s easier to look like he belongs than to try to make himself invisible.

He skids to a stop near the entrance, however, when he suddenly hears two voices behind him, loud enough to stand out over the city noise.

“Come on, only three hours ‘til midnight,” a man crooned. Shiro turns around and sees two men are crossing the street, both walking towards the club. The one who seemed to have spoken first was the man trailing behind, with white hair and piercing blue eyes. He smirks even if his companion can’t see him, and continues, “There’s no use wasting it, is there?”

“Who says I’m wasting it?” Says the other, voice cold as he continues walking. He’s at least half a head shorter than the white-haired man, black hair styled into a mullet. “Maybe I want to do something different tonight. Like you said, only three hours left.”

im sorry, the old otyr fandom cant come to the phone right now

me after watching keith reveal his trust issues and how his mother abandoned him: