There really isn’t much more that Shiro can ask from life. He has a loving father, an amazing job, and his best friends touring the galaxies with him, playing their music to armies of dedicated fans. His job is wonderful and life is beautiful, so no, there really isn’t much more he can ask for.
But he meets Keith anyway. Keith with the cute smile and his quiet humour, Keith with the little secrets and hidden shadows, guarded so closely that Shiro doesn’t want anything more than to protect him.
Shiro hasn’t felt this out of his depth since he was seventeen, but he’s never heard a sweeter song.
Bookmarked by Xerxesians
09 Sep 2017
Nothing puts a lifespan into perspective quite like the prospect of eternity. Sometimes, some days, the universe is kind. And sometimes its curators are very, very hot.
Bookmarked by Xerxesians
04 Sep 2017
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
31 Aug 2017
Shiro isn’t exactly thrilled by the idea of being a mentor, but there’s no way he can turn down Iverson’s request if he wants to have a career at the Garrison one day. It doesn’t help that his mentee seems to be exactly what Matt suspected: an undisciplined, rude, spoiled brat. Grudgingly, Shiro takes over the task anyway. He’s in for a surprise, as Keith is nothing like he’s suspected. They quickly find common ground and it seems like there’s a connection between them that grows stronger with every step in their friendship.
This is a series of short connected stories written for Sheith month. Soo… basically one long story where each chapter is (more or less loosely) based on the prompts (can I say explain it any more complicated?).
Day 1-20 pre-Kerberos, 21-31 post-Kerberos
Day 20: Rocket
Day 21: Sacrifice
Day 23: Future
Day 24: Horror
Day 25: Gladiolus
Day 26: Pirates
Day 27/28: knowledge (or) death
Day 29: Present
Day 31: Promise
Once upon a time the darkness reached out with claws and teeth and ripped a boy to shreds, as it was ought to do. But the boy knew of the darkness and its ways, and when the darkness looked away, the boy struck back, returning every blow. But revenge is no healing, and so two became one, less than the sum of their parts, but more than the nothing that awaits them.
He is unique. He is singular. But he is not alone.
“I don’t hate you, Lance.”
“Whatever, I get it. I’m a pain in the ass, I know, you don’t have to tell me. I’m just--I’m garbage, I don’t know why I even came here, I--”
“Lance, shut up. You’re not garbage, but I’m not changing my mind. You’re not changing my mind. Not this time.”
“Baby, please. I love you, please come back.”
“I--I can’t, Lance. I can’t. Please go.”
“Keith, Baby, please.”
There were tears in Keith’s eyes before he’d slammed the door in Lance’s face.