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look-its-casper · 6 years

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Shaladin Secret Santa Piece

So my giftee was @tsubasaart ! I wrote them a modern AU featuring pre-established Nurse!Lance and Police Officer!Shiro that ended up a bit angstier than I had intended but I think it turned out pretty nicely. (thanks to @elsiemcclay for betaing this)

“Overnight shift? Again? I just worked that yesterday!” Lance groaned as he looked at the calendar on his phone, bumping the door to his and Shiro’s apartment open. A small smile reappeared on his face, however, when said boyfriend’s face appeared from behind the couch.

“What was that?”

“I was just talking to myself. I’m working the overnight again tomorrow, I’m sorry.” Lance sighed as he walked over, pecking Shiro’s lips before setting his back down by the entrance to the short hallway that was spattered with framed photos of the two of them over the years. “The reservations can be rescheduled, right? I asked for tomorrow night off but you know how it is..” He leaned back a bit as he felt two arms wrap around him. “You might not want to do that—I changed my scrubs, but I got thrown up on this morning.”

Shiro chuckled at that, though let go pretty quickly. “I still don’t know how you deal with that every day. But that’s why you’re the nurse.” He planted a kiss on the top of Lance’s head, and Lance grinned up at him. “Go take a shower. I’ll call to reschedule and order some dinner. Pizza or Chinese?”

Lance hummed in thought. “Pizza. Definitely pizza. I need to drown my sorrows in grease.”

Shiro laughed in response. “It’ll be waiting for you once you’re clean.”

“Fantastic.” Lance grabbed a towel from the hall closet. “Happy anniversary, Shiro.”

“Happy anniversary, Lance.”

Lance shut the door to the bathroom with a wide smile on his face.

The next day seemed to fly by for Lance. After a lazy morning on the couch with pajamas and leftover pizza, he reluctantly got up to let Shiro go and get ready for his shift at the station.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, I guess.” Lance sighed, trying to get comfortable again. It was definitely a bit colder now that he was alone.

Shiro smiled, pecking his lips before going to the door to put his shoes on. “And tomorrow night we’ll have a nice dinner.”

“And then we’ll come home and I’ll show you just how much I like a man in a uniform.” Lance grinned at him, and noted with satisfaction that Shiro’s cheeks were pink as he left with a hurried goodbye.

It was a few hours later that Lance finally dragged himself off the couch and took a shower before getting dressed and grabbing his keys. He grabbed his dinner out of the fridge, and with that he was off, careful to lock the door behind him on his way down to the parking garage below their apartment building.

He arrived 10 minutes before the scheduled start to his shift, giving him time to stop at the nurses station and have a conversation with Hunk, who was packing up to head home.

“Is Mr.B still being a pain in the ass?”

Hunk looked up, letting out a puff of air that blew his hair up when he saw Lance. “You wouldn’t believe the kinds of things he asks for. Seriously! ‘I want 4 cups of ice. Each needs to have exactly 9 pieces of ice. But if the pieces are small I’m sending them back!’ Honestly what is he even doing with those?”

Lance laughed at Hunk’s frustration. “Well, I hope decides to actually sleep tonight.”

“He probably tired himself out ordering us around. But I digress. Did you and Shiro do anything for your anniversary?”

“Well, we were, but I had to work tonight. So tomorrow we’re doing dinner at that new Italian place. Bottaio.”

“I’ve heard it’s really really great.”

“I hope so. Shiro picked it.”

A voice from around the corner prevented Hunk from responding. “McClain! Is that you? Mr. Bacster in 407 needs assistance.”

Lance sighed. “Duty calls. Mr.B apparently isn’t planning on sleeping.”

Hunk chuckled. “Good luck, Buddy. I’ll see you later.”

Lance waved to Hunk and made his way to room 407, sanitizing his hands as he walked.

The first few hours of his shift were relatively uneventful, but the early nights tended to be. Once Mr. Bacster finally did go to sleep, Lance was able to make his rounds and sit down to get something to eat. He pulled the lid off his tupperware, humming as he walked to the microwave. He hit start just as the head nurse stuck her head around the corner. “Lance, I need you down by the ambulance doors. We just got a call that an officer was shot, and they’re getting a bed in the ICU ready.”

Lance felt his breath catch in his throat. “Do you have a name?”

She glanced at the monitor behind him. “Shiroga- Oh my god, Lance.”

Lance was gone before she finished, his tupperware forgotten in the microwave.

He had only caught a glimpse of the gurney as the paramedics ran in. All he had seen was Shiro’s face, his eyes closed.

He had been pale. Too pale.

He had stood there for a moment before shaking himself out of it.

Shiro needed him. He ran alongside the gurney, listening to the paramedics as they gave the doctor the quickest overview they could. The bullet had gone into his chest, missing his heart by a few inches. His left lung had collapsed.

When Shiro disappeared into the operating room, Lance’s world came to a screeching halt.

4 hours.

In those 4 hours, Lance had barely moved.

In those 4 hours, someone else had been called in to fill in for Lance.

In those 4 hours, Lance had lost most of the feeling in his body.

In those 4 hours, the other people there tried to help, but in those 4 hours, no one could

In those 4 hours, Lance had done something he hadn’t in awhile.

He prayed.

To whatever higher being there may be, he prayed. He pleaded, he bargained, he just needed Shiro to be alright. He just needed Shiro to smile at him, to laugh at a stupid pun Lance made, to lace their fingers together when he knew Lance was stressed.

In those 4 hours, Lance could only imagine the worst.

He was still too pale.

Lance finally moved from his spot in the break room when he was told Shiro was out of the ICU he could see him. That had been an hour ago.

He knew that Shiro needed the sleep, and he knew that he was going to be okay, but he would do anything to have Shiro squeeze his hand back.

He knew that it was better that he was asleep, as it would keep him from panicking over the breathing tube, but all he wanted was for Shiro to look at him.

He fell asleep with his head resting on the bed Shiro was laying in, their fingers laced together.

Lance was woken up every 30 minutes like clockwork by another nurse coming in to take down Shiro’s vitals.

After the first two pitying looks, Lance began to pretend to remain asleep, just wanting to be left alone. He knew it wasn’t a possibility, but he could at least pretend. If they saw him sleeping, they did their best to remain quiet, and Lance could pretend that he and Shiro were just napping together after overnight shifts and that Shiro was holding Lance’s hand just as much as Lance was holding his.

He knew it wasn’t true, but pretending made it easier to fall back asleep.

And the longer he spent sleeping, the less time he had to just sit and worry.

Lance was woken by a warm hand laying over his own. With a soft groan, he lifted his head, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he looked up at Shiro, the same has he had done every time he had woken up the past two days.

This time, though, Shiro looked back at him, and Lance’s vision blurred with tears. When Shiro smiled tiredly at him, Lance let go of Shiro’s hand to cling to him as best he could, the tears from the past days finally falling. The hand on his back, as weak as it was at the moment, was Shiro’s.

For the first time since the start of the shift, Lance finally felt like things were going to be okay.

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hedonistink · 6 years

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Title: Slipped Into Place Fandom: Voltron Pairing: Shklance Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Shaladin Secret Santa 2017, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, In Heat, Rutting, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Heat Suppressants, Oral Sex, Knotting, Unsafe Sex, Trans Male Lance

Fic Summary: In which Shiro's suppressants finally run out and Keith's looming rut leads to Keith and Lance tracking down the source of a very appealing scent wafting through the castle.

Sorry this is so late! Hey @haganenoheichou I’m your gifter for @shaladinsecretsanta ! You asked for shklance, omegaverse, CanonAU, and trans!Paladins and then this very long thing happened! Hopefully the length makes up for the delay a little! Happy belated holidays!

Dealing with a rut was difficult enough on its own between the possessive urges over the most absurd things, the constant desire to just shove a hand down one's pants and start rubbing one out or else to hump the nearest thing with an available hole to fuck, and the urge to see an Omega fat with one's pups. But when your mate was another Alpha, as was the case for Keith and Lance, it made things even more annoyingly difficult, Keith was quickly finding out.

Lance's last rut had come eight weeks or so before but without the presence of an Omega to soothe him, the experience had been… rough. It was Lance's first rut since they were mated and they'd fought rather explosively a few times during those three days. Keith was left with a bruise around his eye socket for days.

Keith didn't like that lashing out at his mate or vice versa was becoming the new normal during the few days that each of their ruts lasted. He didn't like feeling like he was ignoring a large part of his instincts to be with the person he cared about. But he also wasn't about to abandon his mate just because of a few primitive urges every three months. It was just annoying.

"…Sorry," Keith apologized reflexively after snarling at Lance for trying to swipe one of his space grapes.

Lance raised a brow at the sound before setting his hand carefully back into his lap. "…Rut coming?" he asked.

Groaning, Keith slumped down in his seat, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah… apparently. Fucking sucks…"

Lance huffed out a small laugh. "You're telling me… I'm already not looking forward to a few weeks from now…"

"It's such a pain, I—" Keith stopped, catching a whiff of something sweet in the air. "I… Lance, do you smell that?"

"What?" Lance asked before sniffing at the air. His eyes widened before he turned back to look at Keith. "Is… is that…?"

"Omega," Keith confirmed, feeling his instincts flaring and his urges spiking. "There's a fucking Omega on the ship. And they're in heat. Pretty heavily by the smell of it."

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mizulekitten · 6 years

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Safe and Sound

This technically isn’t late but it feels late so I’m so sorry for how long this took, to my giftee @bosstoaster for the @shaladinsecretsanta . Again, so sorry for how long this took to get to you; I hope it’s worth the wait or at least makes you smile. A giant dose of sick Shiro and his caring boyfriends~

The first thing Shiro was aware of was that he was resting on something much softer than he expected. An odd first thought considering he should've been wondering how he got from standing in the shower to laying down, or thinking about what his first expectation really was if a soft bed was a surprise, but it was his first thought nonetheless. The second thought was that his head was pounding. He tried to think beyond his first two thoughts, but the sound of drums only seemed to grow louder the more he tried.

Something breached the incessant pounding. A higher pitched sound. It fluctuated growing louder then softer before stopping all together. It made Shiro’s head hurt even more, but he’d take it over the drumming any day. A gruff sound followed after a moment, prompting the higher pitch to reammerge in tandem as they tried to over power one another.

Shiro groaned. He only knew that the noise came from himself because the vibration of his vocal cords seemed to travel up to his skull, adding to the noise. The other noises stopped at that, letting the drumming take over his hearing once more.

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scratchchan · 6 years

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Hi! It's a little messy... I apologize I'm in the constantly changing styles phase. This is my sheith piece for the @shaladinsecretsanta

I hope you enjoy this @sugarcoated-badass !!!!!

Just a couple of boys headed to town and enjoying the lights is all, oh and they are totally crazy for eachother-- No big deal. :) I was inspired by the Night of Lights at St. Augustine, if you ever visit Florida during the winter this is a must!

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wajjs · 6 years

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My gift fic for @sophianimee, for the 2017 @shaladinsecretsanta!

I’m sorry I wasn’t able to post it on the 24th like I had originally planned to, but I do hope you enjoy this story! I had a lot of fun planning for it and writing it, and I tried to stick to the “friends to lovers” trope, though I’m not sure if I succeeded while mixing it up shance..

I posted the story on ao3 because it’s a 5k+ words fic. Here’s a preview!

[ AFTERSHAVE ]

The thing is simple. Absolutely simple. So simple it can barely be deemed worthy of an explanation. Maybe what could be explained are the reasons behind the thing, or the follow-up things that happen after this one first, simple, initial thing.

The thing is that Lance can’t grow a beard. All that grows on his face is short, frizzy hair, most of it centered above his upper lip and on the sides of his cheeks, leaving Lance with a sad sleazy moustache. And it doesn’t even flatter him one way or another, no. It simply looks bad.

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venomade · 6 years

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Diamonds in His Eyes

This is for @brightisthedawn for the @shaladinsecretsanta! I apologize that it’s a little late - my life got pretty hectic post-Christmas. They asked for a fantasy AU of some kind! Hopefully, a Tangled AU counts as fantasy for them. And, at the very least, I hope you enjoy my interpretation of Shiro and Keith in this setting.

Pairing: Shiro/Keith

Summary: As Shiro's 25th birthday approaches, he's almost accepted that he may spend the rest of his life hidden away in a tower, with only his mother and cat for company. But now there's a man tied to his favorite chair, claiming he can take him to the kingdom of lights. [Shiro/Keith - Tangled AU]

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In his defense, Shiro had panicked.

He had been on his bed, reading the latest novel his mother had gifted him, when he heard footsteps hit the wood floor downstairs. At first, he thought he might have imagined it - maybe it was some kind of latent coping mechanism to deal with his mother's final refutation of his only birthday wish. But then he heard Kovu, his large black cat, hiss from the other side of the room, bristling with a rage he had never seen in his docile pet. And that's when the fear struck him.

Mother had said this might happened. It was statistical improbability, she had assured, but that didn't mean she would leave him without precautions. Regardless, a lot of his free time was spent strength training around the tower. If this intruder was expecting some damsel to cower before them, Shiro would undoubtedly shatter them.

Still, it had frightened him that someone other than his mother was in the tower now. He'd spent his whole life fantasizing about meeting another person - greeting them, walking with them, talking with them. But all those fantasies were outside of the tower, in the cities and castles and forests he had constructed in his head. Inside the tower...that was another story entirely.

Shiro had tip-toed out of his room and used his hair to make his way to the bottom floor. The intruder was looking over the murals Shiro had painted beside the kitchen when he approached, their hair black and unkempt, frayed strands moving past their ears and down his neck. He didn't catch a good look at the intruder's face before he smashed the back of his favorite pocket knife into their head, but he could definitely tell they were a man. Even if they were slim, they lacked the softness and curves he was accustomed to with his mother. He had almost felt guilty over the act, but it was what mother would have wanted. Shiro had to protect himself and his gift at all cost. The kingdom had to be kept at peace, and for that to happen, Shiro had to be locked up and out of reach of ruthless, greedy hands.

Yet, he might have felt a tad more guilty on account of the man's smooth, handsome face.

"Oh, wow..." Shiro's breath had caught as he turned the man over, black tresses falling over his face. The man's skin was fair, his nose sharp, and his lips full and pink. A satchel was wrapped around his body, but Shiro had no desire to pry into the man's belongings. Shiro had blinked, unsure what to do with the stranger except stare at him and his pretty face. And had it not been for Kovu's persistent hissing, that might have been a real possibility.

Now, here he was: waiting in the shadows of his reading corner, waiting for the man to wake up. He had his knife tucked into his back pocket and a chunk of his hair wrapped around his right arm. Had mother been there, she would have hoisted him out of the window and buried him in a ditch in the forest. But for all her lessons, for all her insistence that people were inherently evil and would come to ravage Shiro and his gifts at a moment's notice, Shiro could not harden his heart to that capacity. His mother may have seen the evil of man, she may have been manipulated, betrayed, and abused - but Shiro hadn't. And the least he could do was give this man the chance to speak for himself and justify his actions.

Besides, there was a small part of him (a very, very small part, he assured himself) that wondered what his eyes looked like. If they were as pleasant as the rest of his face, his heart might actually skip a beat. And that - to feel what was written in all those romance novels and fairy tales - was his most private, most coveted fantasy.

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When Keith woke up, the back of his skull was pounding.

He moaned as he attempted to open his eyes, the pain amplified with just the slightest tilt of his head. He tried to move his arms to soothe the ache, but he felt ropes wrapped tight around his shoulders and waist, effectively restraining him. God, what had hit him? The last thing he could recall was looking at those murals. He had been surprised by how detailed the paper lanterns were, and how lush and green the trees appeared. He wasn't an expert, but he knew that took skill and years of practice. Had his life not gone to complete shit in the past twenty-four hours, he might have stuck around long enough to meet the artist.

Well, wish granted, Keith cringed and shook his head. At the very least, he had to open his eyes and get used to his surroundings again. If he wanted to survive this ordeal, he'd need every sense available. He squeezed his eyes a second time, and slowly relaxed his face to open them. At first, his vision was blurry, but he could make out the trace of the window he had entered from along with its stream of accompanying sunlight. As his eyes adjusted to the light and the ache in his skull subsided to a dull, nagging pang, Keith could see the plants sitting atop the window, as well as the mural of vines and woodland sprites spiraling around the window's brick frame. Keith blinked and turned his head, unconcerned with his head's persistent protest. He drank in the murals that seemed to touch every corner of the walls - he especially liked the quintet of cats near the bookshelf, though he wondered why the artist had decided to color a few of them in such outlandish hues like bright blue and neon green.

"Amazing," Keith breathed out, his voice feeling scratchy against his parched throat. God, when was the last time he had anything to drink? And how long had he been restrained to this chair? His arms and legs felt stiff, and his stomach emitted a low growl, alerting Keith to another problem. He could do without that, really. It wasn't like he could feed himself with these ropes -

"Who are you?" a soft, deep voice penetrated the quiet of the tower, and Keith whipped his head towards its direction, wincing as his vision swerved and his headache intensified. That voice sure didn't sound like anyone he would expect in this tower. Though, to be fair, everything about this place was unexpected. When he had first discovered the tower, he had assumed it would be abandoned - the perfect place to hideaway for the next few days. But the murals had looked too fresh, the plants too lively, and the scents too potent for the tower to be vacant. He would have left after a little more meandering through the first floor but, well...

At least he had a good idea as to who knocked him out.

"My name - " Keith caught himself. Unveiling his real name to a complete stranger bordered on moronic. He gathered his thoughts, and recollected a boy from his hometown with clear, hazel eyes and black hair similar to his own. That could work. "My name is Akira."

"Akira...that's a nice name, actually," the voice said, a hint of wonder lacing its tone. But that wonder was soon replaced by coarse, rigid words, an unspoken threat intertwined with every syllable, "How did you find this tower, and why are you here?"

"I was...escaping a few, uh, ruffians who were after something of mine," Keith replied, doing his best to remain as vague as possible. Wouldn't do to have this stranger know his profession revolved around stolen crowns and street brawls with castle guards. "I found this tower while I ran through the forest. I thought it was abandoned, and thought I could use it to lay low for a few days. Or until I thought I was safe."

He paused, unsure if that was a satisfactory answer. He decided to continue, more for himself than the stranger hidden in the shadows. His stomach was wracked with both hunger and guilt, and he couldn't - he wouldn't - have someone think he was a common thief ready to kill and maim whenever necessary. "I didn't mean to alarm you, and I promise I won't cause you harm. Had I known this tower was someone's home, I wouldn't have intruded. I...I apologize."

"Do you mean that?" the voice asked, the wonder returning to its voice. Keith couldn't quite place it but the words, while confident and assured, seemed stilted, as if they weren't used to talking to others. Though, Keith could imagine that living in a tower this far out from the rest of the kingdom prevented its occupants from taking many social calls. Perhaps Keith was the first person they'd seen in a long, long while.

"Yes, I do mean that - I won't harm you," Keith nodded, his face steeled with conviction.

"Okay...okay," the voice said. "I'll undo your restraints. But, if you're lying, you'll have to answer to me and my cat."

"Your cat?" Keith quirked a brow. At his words, a vicious hiss shot throughout the room. It seemed to be directly behind Keith - maybe the cat was propped up on top of a dresser or closet shelf. But whatever the cat looked like, Keith was sure that the voice was not one to make empty threats. "Alright, you have a deal. But, it would be nice to see who I'm talking to, and who hit me so damn hard."

"Oh - I, uh, apologize about that," the voice stammered, its tone growing sheepish. Keith almost smiled, amused that he, the intruder, was being apologized to. "You're the first person besides my mother and I to ever be in this tower."

"Really? That's sort of - " Keith's next words were interrupted however, as he felt the ropes wrapped around him loosen, his arms and legs tingling in response. He looked down, unsure how the stranger had done that from the shadows. He narrowed his eyes, taking in the long, thin black strands tied by thick, white ribbons every two feet or so. Mild fascination and horror swirled through him, his fingers tugging at its soft, fine ends.

The ropes weren't ropes at all.

"That's hair," Keith's voice was calm despite his unnerving realization. He had been tied down by really strong, really long hair. His list for the day's unpredictable events was starting to become daunting, and he wasn't sure if he could stomach any more of it. "You bound me to hair."

"I apologize for that, too," the voice consoled as the hair spiraled off of Keith and slithered into the shadows. "We don't keep ropes in the tower."

"Why?" Keith asked, grasping onto the ends of the chair's arm rest until his knuckles went white. He had promised he wouldn't hurt the voice, but that didn't rule out self-defense. Without ropes, no one could escape the tower unless they were exceptionally skilled at scaling walls. Was the voice lying to him, trying to catch him off-guard? Where was their "mother" anyway?

He could hear the voice take a deep breath and clothes shuffle, as if hands were smoothing out wrinkles on a shirt. Soon, he heard a pair of feet approach him. The footsteps weren't loud or skittish or fast - they were controlled, deliberate, slow. He could also hear hair rustle against the floor as well, but that confused Keith the most. For hair to drag along the floor...

But then a form finally stepped out of the shadows, and all thoughts of hair and footsteps dissolved.

From the voice, Keith had suspected it was a man, and a man he definitely was. He was tall, maybe four or five inches taller than Keith, with broad shoulders and a full chest. He wore a black, long-sleeved tunic, and a thick, brown belt was fastened around his waist. Brown breeches finished the simple ensemble, his feet surprisingly bare. But that wasn't what Keith was truly amazed by.

The man's face was a complete vision. Like something out of a storybook.

His skin was a lush olive, contrasting well against his tunic's collar. He had a strong, square jaw, high cheekbones, and a long, refined nose. Wide lips, a few shades lighter than his skin, filled out the bottom of his face. Thick brows framed his eyes, monolid and accompanied by long, black eyelashes. And his eyes - his eyes were a dark gray, reminding Keith of clouds before a storm, or smoke above a dying fire. They shined as they took in Keith's stare, as if the man was stupefied by his presence, by the fact he was still in the chair watching him approach. His frame may have been poised, his back straight and his lips void of a smile or a frown - but his eyes were elated. They sparkled.

There were diamonds in his eyes, more precious than any jewel or treasure Keith had stolen before. He was sure of it.

So taken by the man's eyes, he almost missed the vivid white bangs swept against his forehead and the long, black hair that traveled down his shoulders, passed his legs, and onto the floor. His hair was kept tidy by the white ribbons. Instead of the ribbons making him look dainty or effeminate, they made him appear sophisticated, regal.

"The hair...that's your hair," Keith let out when the man was a few feet away, his heart swelling with unspoken words. He had never felt so compelled - he had never felt compelled at all - to tell someone how beautiful they were. Was this tower enchanted - was this man? There had to be some kind of spell in the air, something that was filling his lungs with a crackling adoration for a man he had just met.

"We...we don't keep ropes in the tower because..." the man began, his eyes shifting from Keith's face to the floor. He spiraled a chunk of his hair around his arm, and crushed one of the ribbons underneath his fingertips. "Because it's a precaution. So that no one can steal me away."

"Steal you away? Why would anyone do that?" Keith asked, even as he knew precisely why he would whisk this man out of the tower.

The man paused and closed his eyes - perhaps weighing his options towards telling Keith the truth or keeping it a secret. He grimaced, but then soon turned his attention back to Keith, the diamonds in his eyes glossed over in resolve. "You weren't after me? You have no idea what I'm capable of?"

"No. No, I - all I wanted was a safe place to stay," Keith almost pleaded, but he kept his tone as composed as possible. He felt heat in his cheeks, shame clawing at the back of his throat. The man searched Keith's face for answers, judging if Keith was someone he could trust. Keith had already lied to him, had already showed his true colors. He wasn't a man anyone should trust, least of all someone so beautiful as the person before him. "But you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to. And I promise, once I leave I'll never -"

"You want to leave?" the man interrupted, something akin to hurt giving his voice a raw, raspy quality.

"I thought you would want me gone as soon as possible," Keith replied. "Before your mother returns. If she thinks everyone is after you, I'm sure she wouldn't hesitate to throw me out the window the moment she found me in this chair."

The man blinked. A moment passed, and he cracked a smile, his eyes sparkling elation once more. The smile was soon followed by a giddy laughter, and Keith's ears tickled at the sound. "Yeah - that was one of my first thoughts, actually. My mother would be throwing your body down a cliff by now. Maybe even offer your corpse to the wolves down south."

"Lucky me, then," Keith sighed, tempted to roll his eyes. Good to know that in his sea of bad fortune, death and dismemberment had yet to be fished out.

"Lucky you, indeed," the man continued to smile, straightening his back and offering Keith his hand. "My apologies, I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Shiro, and behind you is my cat, Kovu."

Keith took the man's hand - smooth and dry - and hoisted himself off the chair. He returned the smile and reluctantly let his hand slip from his grasp. "It's good to meet you, Shiro. Again, I'm sorry for -"

Something jumped onto Shiro's shoulders before he could finish, forcing Keith to stumble backwards, the back of his legs hitting the front of the chair. He winced, but turned his attention back to Shiro and the black cat now perched on his shoulders. Yellow eyes bore into Keith, and Kovu's nose flared. It seemed while Shiro was willing to trust him, the cat required further observation.

"Uh, nice to meet you too, Kovu," Keith didn't dare approach the cat, deciding to provide Kovu with a casual salute instead. While he wasn't afraid of a few scratches to his face, being maimed by Shiro's cat could damper the start of their friendship.

"Apologies for my cat as well," Shiro gave him a sheepish grin, and leaned his face into Kovu's fur. The cat purred at the affectionate gesture, placated for the moment. "He hasn't seen anyone besides my mother and I since he was a kitten."

"All is forgiven," Keith chuckled. "How old is he anyway?"

"Seventeen," Shiro answered, matter-of-fact, and frowned at the sight of Keith's bulging eyes and open mouth. "Is that unusual?"

"Most cats around here are lucky to live past a decade," Keith replied. "And I guess staying up here would help him stay alive a little longer but...his coat looks so fresh, and I can't find any gray in his fur or whiskers."

"That might have to do with mine and my mother's -" Shiro recoiled, tearing his stare from Keith and back to the floor. "I apologize...again. I don't think it's safe to tell you."

"Look, Shiro..." Keith trailed, his heart fluttering. It was strange, bizarre. He had had one of the worst days of his life. He had abandoned his best friend in that forest outside the tower, at the mercy of the castle guards. And he had just met this man, and knew so little about his life. But he felt like he would do anything to obtain his trust, to obtain his affection.

It had to be his eyes. His eyes must have hypnotized Keith, bound him to his soul. It was his only explanation for the yearning that whirled through his stomach and shook his fingers.

"But despite everything my mother has told me - I want to tell you," Shiro admitted, glancing back to Keith. "You didn't intend to, but - but you found me. I've never met anyone else in my life and even if I did...I don't think I'd want to tell them as much as I want to tell you."

Keith parted his lips and sucked in the stale tower air, his body warm. It seemed then, more than anything, Shiro wanted someone to listen to him. Perhaps it had been complete luck that Keith had been the first to find and scale this tower, but he would be a fool to throw this chance away. For the majority of his life, fortune and favor had eluded him. Now, here was a pristine, kind man who could offer him a sliver of something good - something worthwhile. "Well, what do you think is safe to tell me? Something that wouldn't betray your mother's trust?"

Shiro narrowed his eyes and creased his brows in concentration. He took a step backwards, and his gaze traveled from Keith to the walls and its murals. While Kovu moved from his owner's shoulders and jumped onto the floor, Shiro looked past his bookshelf and his cookware, his stare venturing towards the right side of the tower. It wasn't until Shiro's eyes caught onto the mural of the paper lanterns, his lips drawn into a wistful smile, that Keith made the obvious connection.

On top of being gorgeous, Shiro was one hell of an artist.

"On my birthday, every year, these lights shoot from the forest and into the sky," Shiro said, his voice almost at a whisper. "I've always wanted to know where they come from, what they mean. I've asked my mother for as long as I can remember if, just once, she could take me to see them. I've promised her I would never want to leave the tower after that - I'd stay and protect my gift forever, with just her and Kovu for company."

"And...what has she told you?" Keith asked, though he was sure Shiro's answer would prove unpleasant.

Shiro sighed and turned back to Keith, the diamonds in his eyes fading, "It's too dangerous. Even with all my training and learning how to defend myself - she says the people out there would find a way to capture me and lock me away in a dungeon, where my powers would be used for their own selfish gain. When I was younger, I didn't understand, and I would cry and throw myself onto my bed. But now...I've accepted that this is my life. I can't wallow. I just have to make the best of my circumstances. If not for myself, then for my mother and all she has done for me."

Keith processed Shiro's words, glancing over to the painted paper lanterns. This was all he wanted, to see the paper lanterns that mourned the kidnapped prince? The wish seemed simple enough. Why would his mother rebuke him, even after all his training? Shiro was a man (and hardly one Keith would call small or scrawny). He could take care of himself, just like Keith.

Wait, now there's an idea, Keith reflected. He held his chin in-between his fingers, and looked back to Shiro. "Where is your mother right now? She leave you alone often?"

Shiro nodded, "Yes, usually to get food and whatever else we need around the tower. Instead of ropes, she uses my hair to climb the tower."

"Pretty strong hair," Keith chuckled. His words elicited a faint pink to adorn Shiro's cheeks, and his grin widened at the response. "But what's she doing now?"

"For my birthday, I asked her for new paints to work with and a good book. She left this morning, actually."

"Okay - and how long will it take for her to get back?"

"She has to go into a village on the other side of the hills to get the paints. It can take her anywhere from three to four days to return, but I suspect with the book hunting, it'll be four this time around."

"And she left this morning, right?"

"Yes...she did," Shiro reiterated, his lips pursed in confusion. "Where are you going with this?"

"Well, your birthday is tomorrow, right?" Keith took a few steps towards the paper lantern mural, his mind buzzing with fortuitous possibility. If he had Shiro in tow with him on his return to the kingdom, he could hit three birds with one stone: drop off the crown to his contact and receive his reward, find Lance to plan their escape out of the kingdom and into Galra territory, and escort Shiro to the see the paper lanterns. Maybe he could even convince Shiro to abandon his life of confined solitude and come with him instead! Of course, befriending Shiro could prove to be a liability - he still didn't know what his "gift" entailed, or what his mother was capable of if someone stole Shiro away.

But, Keith was a thief - a good thief. And stealing risky, priceless treasure was all part of the package.

"Why don't you come with me? To see the lanterns?" Keith finally suggested. "We can travel through the forest together, look around the kingdom, watch the ceremony, and then get you back here with enough time for your mother to never suspect a thing. It's the perfect setup."

"What?" Shiro whipped his hair behind him, his stare incredulous. "Leave the tower, to see the lanterns? With you? Why would you do that?"

"Look, it's the least I could do - I invaded your home, scared your cat, and would definitely be dead if your mother was around," Keith acknowledged, crossing his arms and moving back towards Shiro. "If you don't want to, that's fine. I'll leave and you'll never have to see me again. But...this could be your chance. To know what's out there."

Shiro curled his fingers into fists, his knuckles white. His body was stiff, his stare void of emotion. Keith could only imagine the dilemma Shiro faced. He hadn't expected this opportunity to ever present itself. And if he had, Keith could tell by the way he smiled at those painted lanterns that he had given up on those dreams some time ago.

"If there's people out there - people who know who I am - will you protect me from them?" Shiro asked, his eyes not quite meeting Keith's. "I don't...I don't want my mother to worry."

Keith wasn't entirely sure what compelled him to reach across the room and press his hand into Shiro's shoulder, but he suspected it had to do with the yearning in his eyes. How the diamonds returned and glistened with the possibility, a thousand fantasies pouring into his head. "Sure, Shiro. I promise I'll protect you, no matter what."

Shiro tilted his head to glance at the hand on his shoulder, his mouth formed into an o. He soon smiled, and placed his hand on top of Keith's, squeezing his fingers gently. "Thank you, Akira. You have no idea how much this means to me."

And with Shiro's diamond eyes so close, his hand warm and large against his own, Keith wondered how Shiro's lips would feel pressed against his own, fingers wound tight around his lower back -

A wicked hiss intruded his thoughts, and he felt teeth nip at his ankle. Shiro gasped as Keith threw himself back, almost stumbling into the chair for the second time that afternoon.

"Kovu!" Shiro exclaimed, voice cracked and cheeks flushed. "That wasn't - he wasn't doing anything. Are you okay, Akira?"

"Yeah, yeah - I'm fine. And I promise I had no intention of ki - kicking him in the shins, or you know, whatever bad people do," Keith corrected himself, his face hot once more. Maybe this plan wasn't as perfect as he thought...

Shiro scratched at the back of his head, an embarrassed chuckle accompanying his next words. "But, you know - Kovu and I can take care of ourselves. All that training has to amount to something."

"Yeah, I figured," Keith nodded. "But it's the thought that counts, right? I'm sure I have a few good punches in me."

"Definitely more than a few," Shiro's hand traveled from his head to the back of his neck, his posture relaxed but his body bristling with an excitement, a hope that spilled butterflies into Keith's stomach. "Does your offer extend to Kovu? I'm afraid I wouldn't feel right leaving him behind."

Of course the cat was coming with them. That was another detail he'd forgotten. Keith tried to keep his displeasure at a minimum, and shrugged. "Yeah, that's fine. More the merrier and all that."

"Great!" Shiro's smile broadened as he practically raced towards the stairs, his bare feet quickly reaching the second floor. "Let me pack up a few things, and we can be on our way."

"I'll be waiting," Keith replied and waved up to Shiro, his chest light. The man's giddiness was infectious, it seemed. Not that he could blame him - his life was about to begin.

Kovu stood behind, his yellow eyes never leaving Keith. His stare prevented Keith from looking into his satchel and inspecting the crown. He opted to cross his arms instead, and shot Kovu a challenging glare. He felt the crown's weight against his side however, and sighed in relief. Finally, he had a way to escape this miserable kingdom and find his way back to his family.

And maybe...I have something else too, Keith thought as he looked up towards Shiro's room, wondering just what the man could be packing. Books? Knives? Gourmet cat food?

Keith shook his head, chuckling at himself. Whatever Shiro brought, it didn't matter. So long as the diamonds in his eyes remained, their journey would be fine. Keith was sure of it.

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shaladinsecretsanta · 6 years

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This gift is for @neroligrimm. Your secret santa was @bilesandthesourwolf. Please enjoy!!

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Kiss the Girl

Characters: Shiro, Pidge, Coran Pairings: Shiro/Pidge Summary:

When the Paladins return to Earth finally to discover it's almost Christmas, there's a large party thrown by the Holt, McClain, and Garrett families to celebrate. All of the Paladins and their friends are in attendance except for one.

And so they plan.

Notes:

Written for @lesbiansforshaladin on tumblr for the @shaladinsecretsanta event.

I hope you guys enjoy, and have a happy holiday season (even though it's almost over!) and happy new year!

Actual note: Pidge is more than old enough in this to be doing things, this is like, 5 years or so in the future from canon.

Work on AO3

The sounds of the castle ship echoed about Shiro, the hallways seeming oddly silent of signs of life aside from his own. Of course, that made sense given he was the only one on the ship at that moment, the others being out and about at the giant party being held at the Garrison.

It hadn’t been very long at all since Zarkon had finally fell, with the assistance of his only son, Lotor. Knowing that this was likely to be the best time for the human (and partially human) Paladins to see their family after five to six years, and so they had returned to Earth, three families reunited while Keith and Shiro just enjoyed seeing what they had known in their younger years, and just in time for a large celebratory party to be held.

The party, however, was celebrating not just the return of the Holts, Lance, and Hunk, but also the Christmas season. While Shiro was more than glad that they had made it home, that they had found their families, he just...wasn’t feeling the holiday season.

When others had tried to stay back as well, they had been convinced. Hunk assured Keith and Coran that his mother would love them. Lance said the same to Lotor and Allura. So everyone else had gone, leaving Shiro on his own with the castle ship, parked out by the Garrison.

Of course, everyone had expected that Shiro would be there, no one tried to coerce him to go, so it wasn’t until it was too late, after the party was in full swing before anyone realized that he wasn’t there. And honestly, he didn’t mind that, it meant he wouldn’t ruin the mood for the party, and he would have some time for himself.

The only thing he hadn’t anticipated was that it would be so lonely. It was nice for a little bit, but then the lack of sounds of life were starting to get to him before long. So he turned himself around, moving away from the bridge and making his way to the Black Lion’s hangar. War might be over, but the lions were still there -- and there was always the chance that Voltron would be needed again in the future -- was still needed even now. The bonds between the Lions and Paladins were stronger than ever, especially Black with Shiro.

If nothing else, at least he wouldn’t feel so alone, even if Black didn’t make much in the way of sound. Her presence would be enough...theoretically. However, his arrival in the hangar was met with a rather cool silence -- even feeling her presence it was somewhat faint, almost as if she was enjoying a nap. (Who knew giant robotic cats enjoyed naps as much as their natural counterparts?)

He went to sit beside her paw, not wanting to go anywhere else, before hearing a beeping sound. Curious, he hopped up, moving to the nearest console to let the communications patch through. Coran’s face appeared on the screen, somewhat shaky and in lower quality than they were used to -- must be using someone’s phone.

“Hello? Hello? Shiro, are you there?”

“Yes, Coran, I’m here, what do you need?” Shiro tried to not sound too eager, but he really did want something to do.

“Number five is missing, we don’t know where she is. We’re looking but we don’t have access to the things we’re used to over here -- can you see if you can track her? It shouldn’t be too difficult, and she can’t have gone too far, we just…”

“Alright, don’t worry, Coran, I’ll find her. You keep looking, and I’ll let you know when I find her if you don’t find her first, okay?”

“Thank you, Shiro.” The smile on Coran’s face looked less relieved and more...scheming, but Shiro thought nothing of it. Coran never really did respond how one would expect, so he just brushed it off as a quirk of the older Altean man as he shut off the communications, quickly tabbing to the program that kept track of the castle’s inhabitants. The program was something that was kept going just in case, so that there was a bit of security, knowing that they could always find each other so long as they kept the trackers on them.

Thinking it highly unlikely that Pidge would have run into trouble, that was the first place Shiro had looked and luckily, he had a clear ping to her location. He didn’t even hesitate before grabbing a jacket to toss over his outfit and slipping on a pair of gloves. While he wasn’t ashamed of his prosthetic, he knew that there wasn’t anything quite like it on Earth -- and he was in too much of a hurry to find Pidge, find out what had happened with his youngest teammate.

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It didn’t take too long for him to find her -- using the cycle that loaded into his lion, he managed to get to where the tracker said she was, which was not too far from the party. He didn’t see anyone out there initially -- neither Pidge nor those who were supposed to be looking for her. Hopping off the cycle, he removed his helmet and looked around cautiously.

The war was over, but that didn’t mean that danger was completely ruled out. Still, just looking wouldn’t get the job done, so he cupped his gloved hands around his mouth and began to call, “Pidge? Katie? Are you here?”

He called for a couple of minutes before something came into view. For all that the Galaxy Garrison was a military installation, there were civilians there as well, and they wanted things to look nice and not just utilitarian and functional. There was a little fountain spouting water upward, splashing into the container below, and a young woman stood before it.

There was a long, long moment before Shiro realized the woman standing in the light of the setting sun was in fact the woman he had been looking for, clad in a clingy green dress, revealing the curves that had been hidden by her typical choice in attire, her hair left to cascade past her shoulders in gentle curls. While they all knew that Pidge was indeed a lady, they didn’t really see it. Even as her hair grew out, she never let it hang loose like it was now, and her clothing was always baggy -- but functional. But this...this was far from the small teen they had initially known, had initially thought was a boy.

“Oh, Shiro, I wasn’t expecting you.” Pidge’s voice sounded amused -- as if she expected the opposite , had known he would be coming to look for her. “I was just admiring the view out here...it’s so different, knowing what we know now, knowing what all is out there…”

“Pidge, you’ve been out here a while, the others were getting worried about you,” Shiro let out a sigh, shaking his head. “Coran even called me to look for you...are you alright?” He stepped closer, still somewhat in awe of how she looked now -- wearing heels that made her seem even taller, even older, definitely looking more like a woman.

‘Get it together, Shirogane, Pidge has always been a woman,’ he thought to himself irritably, because it was true -- she had always been one. But it had never been quite so noticeable as it was now. Standing beside her, he could easily lean forward and take a deep breath and inhale her scent -- lightly covered with perfume and oh how he wanted to but he wouldn’t because he had to protect her, his precious teammate.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted a moment alone. You know, I was kind of sad you didn’t show up to the party,” large brown eyes turned to look up at him, “I wanted to be able to just hang out with you a bit, let you meet my mom and all -- ‘cause I don’t think she’s actually met you yet. She’s just heard about you from me, and Dad, and Matt.”

“I’m sorry, I just...wanted some time on my own, that’s all.” Shiro felt guilt swelling up inside of him, but luckily Pidge was right there, ready to stomp it out.

“No, no, it’s alright, I get it. We all do. But, really, you don’t have to distance yourself from us. You don’t have to hide from us, from me.”

“Why would I hide from you?” His response was instinctive, even as he realized Pidge was right -- he had been pulling away, hiding himself from the rest, much like Keith had before. “I -- I didn’t mean to, I just --” He sighed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” Trying to lighten the mood was always a good distraction, even if it wasn’t something Shiro was the best at -- he could at least make the attempt.

Though seeing the small smirk on Pidge’s face almost instantly had Shiro shaking in his boots metaphorically. She was absolutely terrifying when she got an idea in her head, and it was made worse whenever she smirked. Before he could ask, see what was going on, she was speaking, “Well, you could call me Katie for starters.”

“Huh?” Now Shiro was utterly confused -- she had been the one to insist on Pidge, years ago, and it had stuck as what they used, but now suddenly she wanted to be Katie? “Well, I -- alright, I can do that, but I can’t do that for the entire team.” Nervous laughter bubbled out.

“Of course you can’t, but that’s just for me...besides, while the others are worried, I don’t think they’re in quite the same situation as me. Shiro, you...do realize I’m an adult now, right?” Those large brown eyes looked up at him again, and he was struck once more by how much older she looked than when they had first began. They all looked older, granted, but Pidge -- Katie had been the one to change the most. The others had gotten a bit more refined, but were all so close to adulthood that there wasn’t much left.

Katie had been fifteen when this all started. Now, she was nineteen and clearly not just their tech expert. (Though, really, Shiro, she never had been just the tech expert.)

“P--Katie, what does that have to do with anything…?” He felt his stomach doing flips, his heart fluttering a bit in his chest even as his face flushed lightly.

“I mean, Shiro, that I want...I mean, if you wanted to, I wanted to...perhaps...if you’d be willing, if you wanted to be my boyfriend?” Katie wasn’t all that great at getting words out, looking flustered at the thought of talking about emotions, and Shiro was overwhelmed with feelings.

Feelings, and an urge to just lean forward just a little, just enough that their faces were a scant distance apart and -- oh no, he gave in to that urge, feeling her breath on his face, her eyes -- not hidden by glasses -- right in front of his and he closed the distance, pressing his lips against hers, firm but gentle, there only for a short time before Katie was pressing back, her arms going to wrap around Shiro’s neck.

The kiss didn’t last long, Shiro pulling his head back to break the kiss, pressing his forehead against Katie’s, smiling softly. “I think I’d like that, Katie.”

There was soft laughter from the woman wrapped about his neck, his arms moving to hold her close. “Good! My boyfriend...that will take some getting used to.”

“I’m sure we’ll get there, eventually.” Shiro smiled. “Merry Christmas, Katie.”

“Welcome home, Shiro.”

And he really was home. Because home wasn’t a place, it was those that he loved.

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brightisthedawn · 6 years

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Deck the Halls

My Shaladin Secret Santa contribution for @luluwritesthings! Requested post-Voltron fluff, and I did my best to provide! I'm sorry it's a bit on the short side, but I hope you enjoy!

Shiro/Hunk/Lance, rated G.

Shiro was still getting used to coming home at the end of the day.

In the abstract, of course, he’d come home at the end of the day for most of his life. When he was a kid he’d come back to his parents’ house, and those sixteen years had been far longer than the years he’d spent at the Garrison, where ‘home’ was somewhere you only went for a few weeks of the year and your bunk was where you collapsed at night; or the year in a Galra prison, where there was no such thing as a bed, let alone a home; or the heady, terrifying years of Voltron, when ‘home’ had been a wondrous if capricious alien ship that he lived in most of the time, and returned to on a schedule that varied based on the local politics and whatever the Galra were up to at any given time.

Going from a cabin in the Castle-ship, drifting through the endless wonders of space, to a cosy two-bedroom house in a quiet suburb had been enough of a change. And now, adding to the surrealism, he came home every day to somebody else. To two somebodies.

It wasn’t the way he’d ever thought his life would go, but Shiro wasn’t complaining in the least.

He landed the hoverbike carefully, lifted the bag of groceries, and swung the front gate open, feeling faintly ridiculous. The front garden was a complete disaster zone and had been since they bought the property. He was probably going to have to do something about that if they stayed. The house itself was in decent shape, as far as he could tell. Lance had been lobbying to repaint the front – “C’mon, what’s the point of having a house if we can’t have a Voltron mural on the front?” – but so far he’d been voted down.

He had, however, proudly brought home a Voltron-shaped door-knocker, now mounted over the letter box. The robot hung by both Lion-arms from the flaming sword, poised in mid-stomp, with the Yellow Lion kicking back into a metal plate with Zarkon’s face painted on it. Shiro didn’t even know where Lance had found it, but it still got a smile out of him most days.

The smell of baking flooded out when Shiro opened the door. Somewhere in the house Hunk was singing cheerfully. Shiro toed his boots off into the pile by the door, hefted the groceries, and followed his lover’s voice into the kitchen, where Hunk was elbow-deep in the sink with his back to the door. The radio was playing something Shiro vaguely recognised as a classic, and Hunk was singing along with a lot of substitutions.

Space hadn’t been easy on any of them. Pidge had a cybernetic right eye, courtesy of the Olkari after one of Haggar’s smaller experiments had taken a swipe at her face. Keith had regrown so many teeth they’d lost count – a side benefit of Galra genetics – and three of Lance’s ribs had been outright replaced after a particularly nasty fight. Hunk had taken his own share of hits. Even from the door, Shiro could see three faint white scars traced across the back of Hunk’s neck, just visible under his hair and the faded ribbons of his headband, the leftover signature of a Druid’s twisted curiosity.

And the radio played on the countertop, beside half a dozen racks of small golden pies, and below the scars on Hunk’s neck was the fading hickey Shiro had sucked into his skin two nights ago, upstairs.

They took on the Galra Empire and won, and this is what they won. It’s strange, in so many ways, but Shiro likes it.

“Hey, Hunk,” he calls, dumping the groceries on the table and crossing the room to his partner.

“ –old-fashioned way – hey, Shiro!” Hunk slotted a mixing bowl into the drainer and turned away from the sink, holding up a hand when Shiro leant in for a kiss. “Whoa, let me dry off.”

“You’ve been busy,” Shiro commented as Hunk quickly towelled his hands dry. “What’re you making?”

“Something special.” Shiro snagged Hunk’s waist and leaned in again, and this time Hunk let him, curling one arm around Shiro’s shoulders to pull him in for a quick kiss. “You know, festive season, we’re back on Earth, we should do it properly. You’re early.”

“Today’s debrief was pretty short. We’d covered a lot of it already.” Shiro’s current job description might as well be ‘Go over the entire Galra war with every officer in the Garrison, twice.’ It was important work, there was no denying that, and Shiro was still a Garrison officer. Still, it got frustrating, sometimes, going over the same thing again, even if he was careful not to let it show. He ran the fingers of his metal hand through Hunk’s hair and smiled. “You have flour on your nose.”

Hunk wrinkled his nose and pulled back, scrubbing at his face. “Thanks. Naxela again?”

Shiro let him go and started unloading the groceries. “The Balmera. I think Professor Montgomery’s going to be after you about power sources again, he seemed frustrated when I couldn’t tell him anything about the resonance.”

“He called earlier,” Hunk said, making a face. Flour was smudged down the side of his nose. “I told him he could wait ‘til tomorrow. Did I get it?”

"You’ve got a spot –” Shiro gestured to his cheek. Hunk scrubbed again, missing the trace of flour by an inch. “No, left a bit – you’re good. What are these, anyway?”

“Mince pies.” Hunk bent down to help Shiro with the groceries, and straightened up with a bottle of milk in his hand. “You know, that was always what I missed in space. Don’t get me wrong, Balmeran cave bugs are amazing, but sometimes I just wanted something familiar, you know?”

Forming the Coalition, Voltron had visited a lot of different planets. A lot of those planets had been pretty spectacular, even to someone who didn’t have the curiosity needed to fly out to the edge of the Solar system in the space equivalent of a rattletrap buggy just to see what was there. Every day had brought a new species, a new culture, or a new natural wonder to marvel at. Mablis had been one of the high points: The capital city was a miracle of engineering, suspended in a gorge by a thousand narrow filaments, with waterfalls pouring down to either side. The fighting hadn’t been too gruelling, and the native Eriglits had been happy to host them for a few days, had offered food and comfortable rooms and surprisingly bouncy music.

It had been peaceful. Pleasant.

At the end of the fourth day, Shiro had slumped back into the bed and realised that he would willingly trade – maybe not his entire remaining arm, but at least a couple of fingers, for a battered paperback murder mystery and a mug of hot coffee.

“I know the feeling.”

Hunk looked down at the milk and smiled wryly before putting it in the fridge. “It was the holidays, mostly. Even when we got the calendar working, we could celebrate but the food wasn’t right. It wasn’t the same. So – this year, we’re doing it right.”

Shiro looked at the racks of cooling mince pies, thought back to his childhood, and smiled. “You know, if we’re going to do it right, we ought to get fairy lights.”

“Already done,” a smug voice said from the doorway.

Shiro jumped and turned around. Lance grinned at them both and hefted a carrier bag triumphantly, then stepped forward to press his lips to Shiro’s cheek. “I got fairy lights. And tinsel.” He bumped his mouth against Hunk’s and dropped the bag, reaching for a mince pie. “I am prepared. This house is going to make people on Pluto jealous of our decorating prowess.”

“Careful, they’re –” Lance spluttered around a mouthful of pastry. “-hot,” Hunk finished.

“Worth it,” Lance managed, though he was panting to cool his tongue down.

“You don’t have to burn your tastebuds off, babe.”

Lance took the glass of cold juice Shiro handed him and gulped it down gratefully. “First mince pies in seven years,” he said between swallows, and put the glass down. “Man, I missed those.”

“So I see,” Shiro said. “And…tinsel, apparently.” He nudged the carrier bag with his foot. Strands of glittering gold, green, and red bulged out of the top.

“Way better than that glittery string we used in the Castle,” Lance said. “We had loads, when I was growing up. We used to wrap it around the bannisters. And then we’d take it off to play with it, and Mom would yell at us for making a mess – we got bits of it everywhere. My cousin made a beard out of it one year.”

"No,” Hunk said immediately, shaking his head. “Lance, I love you, but not the bannisters.”

Lance grinned and wound his arms around Hunk’s shoulders. “How about the door frames?”

“…yeah, okay.”

Shiro shook his head. “So…we’re decorating.”

“We don’t have to.” Lance hung his weight off Hunk’s shoulders and bent back until he was looking at Shiro upside down. “We can leave it if you don’t want to. But I’d like it.”

“No, I don’t mind.” Shiro stepped in and pulled Lance the right way up so he could kiss him properly, quick and sweet. “It’s just…” He laughed, surprising himself. “It’s pretty domestic, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Hunk said, tugging Shiro closer. “I think we earned it.”

Yes, Shiro thought. They really had.

~Fin~

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vehicroids · 6 years

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Lost in Your Light

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: T Pairings: Shallura Characters: Shiro, Allura Summary: It hadn't been long at all since they found the blue lion, since they were all forced into an unknown part of the universe. Shiro struggled to sleep, thinking on it all. Thankfully, he wouldn't be alone that night.

(Shaladin Secret Santa gift for @scratchchan )

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squoosetiel · 6 years

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Chapters: ¾ Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Matt Holt Summary:

3rd person, Chapter one 3rd person Closed for Shiro, 2nd is 3rd person Omniscient, 3rd Chapter is 3rd person closed for Keith. 4th is omniscient

Shiro is pining really hard for Keith, Keith is pining really hard for Shiro, but they’re both really good at covering up their feelings and they both think the other one is too good for them.

My gift for @sonshinbrow for the @shaladinsecretsanta. I hope you like it.

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godmodes · 6 years

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vld | ampersand.

Author: carcinology Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Keith/Shiro Word count: 12501

They say there is a monster that lives beyond the forest. (Or: When people begin to disappear in the middle of the night, Shiro finds himself depending on the help of a stranger to get them back.)

Happy (Belated) New Year, @meridachii! I’m your @shaladinsecretsanta, coming at you (belatedly) with a fantasy AU! I fully intended this toss this up before the end of the year, but. Here we are.

Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it! 💕 May 2018 be a better year for all of us.

#sheith #shaladinsecretsanta2k17 #there are probably a bunch of spelling mistakes i missed while editing #ill give it another look once my brain stops automatically fixing my mistakes while reading #rip

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ank-ala · 6 years

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Watch Out for the Breakers

A gift for my @shaladinsecretsanta. Florr at @florrona. One of the ships she requested was Shallura, and she also asked for college or high school au.

In his senior of high school, quarterback on the football team, friends of all different kinds abound, and Shiro still didn’t have a date to the Winter Dance. Of course, this would hardly have been a problem, if it weren’t for the single person that he had wanted to ask out.

Allura Altea had only gone to their school since sophomore year, but she and Shiro had become fast friends. She was everything that Shiro could have wanted in a girlfriend - beautiful, kind, in charge. She had been fast-tracked to cheerleading captain at the same time as Shiro’s fast-tracking to first-string quarterback - just before, actually. She was absolutely perfect, in every way possible.

And Shiro was in love with her.

Or, at least, he definitely liked her, and he certainly wanted to ask her to the winter formal. He was terrified she might, but he really didn’t think she would say no. They were at that point where they were basically dating but not completely official. So that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that he had no idea how to go about asking her. He could just ask her flat out, but that was too boring. This was his senior year of high school, and he wanted to go out with style.

It wouldn’t be anything too big, of course. This wasn’t a promposal, and he knew that Allura wouldn’t really go for that. But Shiro did really like Allura, and he wanted to do something romantic.

Shiro had no idea what to do. His best idea so far was to go to the Christmas tree place when her family was going and hide in one of the trees and jump out and ask her out. And wow, was that a bad idea.

Keith sighed. “So why are you telling me this?”

“Because I need help, Keith! I have no ideas and I need to come up with something.” Keith and Shiro were in the kitchen in Keith’s family’s apartment, as Keith was making lunch for himself. Their hangout was nothing special, just some time to play video games and chat.

“I have no idea. This isn’t exactly my thing, you know.”

“You’ve gotta have something.”

“I have this sandwich?”

Shiro groaned. “You’re impossible.”

“I told you, I’m not the person to ask.” Keith held up his hands in surrender, leaning back from Shiro.

“But - the only other person I can think of who would know about this stuff is Allura, and I can’t very well ask her, now can I?”

“I don’t know, Shiro. I have no idea.”

“Don’t you have friends?”

“Don’t you?”

“Touché.”

Keith cocked his head.. He bit his lip, and then opened his mouth. “I mean, if it’s romantic advice you’re talking about, you could talk to Lance.”

“Lance?”

“Yeah. Lance McClain. He’s this… popular kid in my class. He’s really dorky, flirts with everyone, that kind of thing.”

“And you want me to ask him if he can help me ask out my girlfriend?”

“Yeah. He’ll probably know what to do. Do you need me to ask him for you?”

Shiro sighed. “It can’t really hurt to try, I guess.”

—

Keith was not lying when he said this kid liked romance. They had only been at Voltron Coffeeshop for ten minutes, and he’d already flirted with every person who he got close enough to speak to. It didn’t exactly speak volumes about his abilities with any remotely committed relationships, but the kid was still worth a shot.

“So… do you have any ideas?” Shiro asked when they’d finally settled down.

“Right, the dance thing. How much money do you have to blow?”

“Um, I’d rather not spend too much on it. And I’m sure Allura is gonna prefer the less costly method.”

“That’s cool. I can work with that.” He put his elbows up on the table while in careful consideration.

“How about… someone gives her a gift, but really it’s you hiding in a really, really big box. And then when she opens it, you jump out and ask her out?”

Shiro just looked at Lance across the table, mid-sip.“Um…?”

“Too much?”

Shiro nodded.

“Hm,” Lance leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling.

And Keith had told him this kid would be able to help him. Quiznak, he was gonna run out of time with no ideas, and he was just gonna have to ask her during school on Friday, just hours before the dance.

His trepidations were interrupted by his phone vibrating from a text. He read the text, and, when he glanced up, he saw Lance staring at him.

“Oh, it’s just Allura”

“What does she want?” Lance’s smile was tight, mischievous and sly.

“She just wants to know where we’re meeting up later.”

“Ah.” Lance slouched back down, before suddenly jumping completely out of his chair. “I’ve got it!” He said, snapping his fingers. Shiro raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for an explanation. Lance sat back down, before asking, “Just how friendly are you with her parents?”

“So then,” Lance said, nearly wheezing, “Hunk and I got stuck spending six saturdays in detention, while Pidge got out punishment-free.”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Keith asked, rolling his eyes.

“Do you ever stop… being dumb?” Obviously, come-backs weren’t Lance’s strong suit.

“Nice come-back.” They obviously weren’t Keith’s, either.

“Nice sitting around and not helping.”

Shiro wasn’t sure what was more annoying: Lance’s non stop rambling, the fact that they had to yell at Keith every five minutes to get him to keep helping, or the constant bickering. Actually, he was sure it was the bickering. Yeah, definitely the bickering.

Lance had had the brilliant idea to have Allura’s parents help him make up lights outside her house, that spelled out “Will you go to the dance with me?” while she was still at the student council meeting. Which, while clever, ended up being just as hard as it sounded, so Lance had offered to help with the physical work, and Keith got dragged along too.

At this point, though, Shiro almost wished he had just done it himself.

Right now, the most they had out was ‘Will you go to t-’

School had ended about forty-five minutes ago, and the three had come immediately after school. The student council was setting up for the dance, so the meeting would last for at least a couple of hours. But, including travel time and the time that it took to find the lights, that left them with about an hour and fifteen-minutes maximum to spell out ‘o the dance with me.’ All Shiro could hope for was for the bickering to just stop, for Lance to stop getting distracted, and for Keith to just start actually working.

That did not happen.

They did finish, of course,, but not without many interruptions. Also, ‘with me’ was kinda deformed, but Allura would be able to read it and be fine with it.

Allura had texted him to say she was on her way, so all that was left to do was watch for her, and then turn on the lights.

And that was where everything went wrong.

What unfortunate event just had to happen right then at that moment?

They tripped the breaker. The lights went out in a flash. Which meant that they should have, what, three minutes to ask Allura’s parents about resetting the breaker, do that, and then figure out what could be turned off to keep it from happening again, and-

Oh no, was that Allura’s car pulling up?

Allura got out of the car, her mouth agape in shock. There were lights and boxes for lights spread out everywhere, which would have looked fine if there had been a romantic gesture behind it. And there was absolutely no actual light, not even coming from her front window.

They stood in silence for what was probably ten seconds, but what felt like years. Finally Keith chose to break it. “Hey, Allura. How are you?”

Allura just stared at him, until switching her gaze to Shiro, and then to Lance.

“Hi. I’m Lance.” He held out a hand for her to shake.

Before giving Allura a chance to react, Shiro jumped in. “Hey, Allura. Listen, I’m-”

“Shiro, can we talk in private?” She pointed at her car, showing that she wanted him to get in the passenger’s seat, and there was no point in not, so he opened the door and climbed in.

He honestly wouldn’t have expected Allura to be mad. Annoyed, maybe, but actually upset?

“Listen, I’m sorry. I swear, we got permission from your parents. And we certainly weren’t expecting the breaker to go out. I swear I’ll go res-”

“Shiro!” Allura cut him off, ready for her turn to speak.

“Yes?” Was all he could say.

“Look up.” And he did.

There, hanging from her rearview, was a sprig of mistletoe. Shiro just blinked at it for a minute, until Allura sat up in her seat and kissed him.

She pulled away and asked him,

“Will you go to the dance with me?”

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