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After Curtis and Shiro have an argument at a house party, Shiro goes off to sulk and Keith goes off to comfort him.
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through time and space by sheithpocalypse (ViperSeven)
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
10 Feb 2021
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“You’re quiet today,” says Krolia. She means quieter. She means, we can talk about it, I know it’s hard.
It’s an opening, and she won’t prod but she lays the offer at Keith’s feet and lets him decide if he wants to take it. She knows it’s hard, because they are for her, too. The visions. Bits and pieces of uncertain futures, or a violent reopening of old wounds that never quite healed properly.
“Do you—” his voice breaks. He pauses.
“Yes?”
Keith tries again. “Do you ever miss dad?” Not quite it, but close... but he doesn’t have to mention Shiro for Krolia to know. His memories speak volumes, and Shiro features in almost all of them.
A fic exploring Keith's feelings during the time spent on the space whale, and after. -
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“It’s yours.” Keith says, hiding the moony-ness in his voice with a gruff cough. Sometimes he doesn’t mean to say exactly the words he does, but if he says them, he means the words he says. This is like that. “Fly it whenever you want.”
“Excuse me? Keith, this is— you’re giving it to me?”
“You deserve it,” Keith says, crossing his arms.
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Or, the one where Keith accidently resolves his enormous, gigantic, gargantuan, life-altering crush on his best friend by enthusiastic re-gifting. Written for the 2023 Sheith Secret Santa exchange.
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won’t you stay with me tonight (you could be my cure) by orphan_account
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
12 Aug 2018
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Love is in the small gestures. In the aftermath of the fall, Shiro takes care of Keith through his recovery. Keith learns to let him.
When Keith wakes up the first time, Shiro is there.
It’s an ebb and flow, a tide pulled between bone deep ache and drug-addled awareness. Keith feels the push of air over his skin, cool and clean, before he hears the whir of a fan somewhere in the room. There’s soft blue light behind his eyes, but he squints and tries to block it out. The muscles in his face are sluggish and numb, and his head feels entirely too heavy on his neck. A groan crawls up his throat like he’s spitting out gravel. His fingers, stiff and sore, curl into a stiff blanket. It smells of fabric starch and disinfectant. The details slowly stitch themselves together; the final stand against Sendak, a Sincline Robeast, the Atlas, a burst of fire that eclipsed the sky-
A hand covers his on the sheet. The voice in his ear is so soft that he can feel it brush across his ear. “Keith.”
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Three fingers aren’t enough. Especially not little, dainty fingers like Keith’s. The human part of Shiro says it will hurt his boyfriend to fuck him like this.
The animal part of him says good.