#adashi fanfiction

[frannonfire]

i need more fics where shiro and adam have adopted keith and they life in good old found family trope (double points if keith is a feral child)

(you can link me your recommendations)

[blueblueberryjam]

pspspsp

70 chapters and 300k words of Voltron, featuring platonic pre-kerberos keith and shiro, adam and shiro in a lovely, loving relationship

Excerpt from Chapter 19 below:

"I killed Adam," Keith reported, taking the ice pack and setting it against his rib before grabbing the watermelon from the table and setting it on his lap.

"It's true," Adam said drily. "I'm a ghost."

"Oh, no!" Shiro said melodramatically. "I'll mourn you."

"No need," Adam said. He bent down to put his arms on the back of the couch, and he rested his chin on his hands. "I've decided to haunt you. For love-" He poked Keith's shoulder- "And revenge."

"I thought I was rid of you!" Keith complained, slapping the back of his hand to his forehead and tilting his head back. "How could this be?"

"Oooh," Adam said in his best spooky ghost impression. "You'll never be rid of me." He ruffled Keith's hair. Shiro laughed fondly.

[wolfiered23]

Hi Voltron fandom, I just started a brand new fic for it which takes the 80s anime, dub and the remake and gives care to the characters and their origins. If you like Kallura, Plance and Shiro NOT being a token gay, come check it out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57375481/chapters/145959916

[rorimoon9597]

He was tired. Physically, and mentally. That was a side effect of being the captain of the Atlas and finding out that your ex-fiancé that you were definitely still in love with was still alive and being held captive by your enemies.

So yeah, Shiro was tired. But he couldn't afford to go to sleep just yet. Not when Adam was in the medbay, unconscious and hooked up to fluids. He took in Adam's appearance, the feeling of his hand under his own, the warmth from it. The peaceful look on his face, how Adam's chest rose and fell steadily with each breath.

"You need to sleep."

"Do you think I can?" Shiro asked. His voice was flat, void of emotion. A hand rested on his shoulder.

"You need to sleep, Shiro. He'd want you to." Shiro sighed. Keith was right. He knew that. In the time that Keith had spent with Shiro and Adam, he'd learned that when Shiro was neck-deep in work that Adam would drag him to bed.

Shiro had always repaid that by doing the same thing to Adam.

"Fine. You win," he admitted.

"Don't worry. You'll be the first to know when he wakes up." The thing was, Shiro knew that already. He was the captain of the Atlas, it would be illogical for the captain of the ship that finds and frees prisoners to not know when the person woke up.

He didn't point that out to Keith. Part of Shiro wanted to be told because he still loved Adam, not because he was the captain of the ship that had saved him.

He squeezed Adam's hand. "I'll come visit you tomorrow," he promised in a whisper. He left, Keith walking with him.

They parted ways in front of the door that led to the room that Keith shared with Lance. Everyone on the ship knew that they were together. The amount of times they'd kissed before getting into their lions were too numerous to count on both of Shiro's hands.

He went to his quarters, which had a couch, something that the other rooms didn't have. That was it. There was a couch in the captain's quarters.

He changed out of his uniform and into his pajamas. Then he collapsed onto the couch and laid down.

It wasn't comfortable, but he'd rather sleep on something that made him uncomfortable than have to sleep in a bed by himself. He'd been having that problem since him and Adam broke up.

Adam... Would he want to get back with Shiro? He didn't think so. The thought hurt.

He curled into himself, trying to give himself warmth, even though he knew that it was useless. Only Adam's warmth could help him.

Nevertheless, he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

It was the lights brightening for the day cycle that woke him. He sighed, got up, and got ready for the day. He went to assign everyone their tasks for the day, listened to the status reports of the Paladin and MFE pilots mission and the Atlas, and made decisions based off of those.

Why the hell was he put in charge of an entire fucking ship? Because he'd had the most experience fighting the Galra and he wasn't a Paladin and had military training?

He didn't even remember what happened when he was held captive by the Galra.

He went through the paces of the day again, practically on autopilot.

"Shiro," Sam's voice said through his comm.

"Sam, do you need something?" Shiro asked.

"It's Adam. He's awake." Shiro froze. Adam...

"I'll be right there," he said. He handed Curtis the thing he was supposed to be looking over and made his way down to the medbay.

Adam was awake, talking to one of the medics and Sam. Shiro stood in the doorway, unsure. Sam looked up and motioned for him to come closer. Shiro's feet moved on their own, even when Adam looked up at him.

"Adam..." Sam said something to the medic. They left, leaving Adam and Shiro alone together.

For the first time since their fight. The fight about Kerberos.

"Takashi... You're really here," Adam whispered, barely loud enough for Shiro to hear him.

That's when the dam broke. That's when all of the tears that Shiro hadn't been able to cry decided to release themselves. He sat on the chair next to Adam's bed.

Arms wrapped around him and held him close. He clung to Adam.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You were right. I shouldn't have left for Kerberos. But... I don't know if I'd change that. The war... The Galra would've come sooner," Shiro said.

"It's okay, Takashi. I'm... I'm just glad that you're here," Adam soothed. Shiro nearly sobbed harder from hearing Adam's voice. "Come on, get on." Shiro didn't have to be told twice before he was lying on the bed with Adam, face buried in Adam's hospital shirt.

"I'm sorry."

"Takashi," Adam said. His voice was soft. Gently, he lifted Shiro's face so that he was forced to look at him. His eyes were soft, looking at Shiro as if he'd never broken Adam's heart years ago. "I've already forgiven you. I... When Sam came back with news of the Galra, I decided... I decided that I didn't want to die without forgiving you. It was time for me to do that, anyway."

"I don't deserve it. I- you deserve someone who won't leave you for the stars," Shiro whispered. Adam's face became pained.

"You know that I could never stop loving you." Shiro buried his face in the crook of Adam's neck, taking time to remember the feeling of their skin touching, of how warm Adam's skin was.

"I missed you so, so much."

"I missed you too." A gentle pressure on the top of his hair. Shiro knew Adam well enough to know that it was a kiss. After all, there had been too many times when Shiro was in this exact position, lying on Adam and crying from the intensity of the pain from his disease.

That reminded him...

"I'm not sick anymore," he said. Adam's grip grew tighter.

"I'm glad to hear that."

It took a while for the medics to be able to actually check over Adam. Shiro literally clung to him, just relieved to be able to hold him again.

Nothing extreme had happened to Adam. Shiro was so glad. He'd been subject to the Druid's experiments, and they were not nice.

Shiro was just sitting on the bed with Adam leaning against him - they were taking time to enjoy being with each other again - when Keith burst into the room, followed by his team, Coran, Romelle and Krolia. He went to the bed and climbed onto it.

"Hi," he said, looking up at Adam.

"You're not as short as you were a few years ago," Adam commented. Keith pouted.

"I hate you,' he declared.

"Sure you do, if the way you barged into here says anything," Adam retorted.

"My favourite teacher's awake!" Lance said, happily. Adam smiled at the teens.

"It's good to see that my three favourite cadets are alive," he said.

"Hello, Adam was it?"

"Yes, that's me," Adam replied. Allura smiled.

"I'm Princess Allura of Altea. This is my advisor, Coran."

"Hello," Coran said.

"I'm Romelle," Romelle added.

"It's nice to meet you," Adam said, honestly.

"The Galra there is my mom, by the way," Keith piped up from his place leaned up against Adam.

"My name is Krolia." She leveled her son with A Look. Keith smiled at her. "I've heard much about you from Keith. I want to thank you for the things you have done for him."

"It's not a big deal," Adam replied. He smiled. "And it's nice to meet you." Shiro felt as if he could melt into a puddle of goo.

He was mostly quiet as Adam talked with the team, the mis-matched family Shiro became a part of when they found Blue. It was nice, hearing the children of the team be children. And Adam was making an effort to get to know the Alteans and Krolia. Shiro honestly couldn't ask for more, really.

So he kept his head on Adam's shoulder, his left arm around his waist, and listened to the conversation around him, poking in from time to time to stop the Paladins from doing something stupid. Krolia gave him and Adam knowing looks, as did Coran. He just rolled his eyes at them.

He let himself be lost in the moment.

He woke up, gasping for breath. It had just been a nightmare, but it had felt real. Adam hid his face in his hands.

"Commander Wright? Are you okay?" The medic on duty asked, voice low.

"I'm- I'm fine I just-"

"Do you think that you'll be able to go to sleep when you've calmed down?" Adam shook his head. "Would you like me to alert the captain?" It took a couple of seconds to remember that Takashi was the captain of the Atlas. He nodded.

The medic disappeared. After a few minutes, there was a warmth by his side. Adam leaned into it.

"Nightmare?" Takashi asked. Adam nodded. "It's okay. I'm here now, I won't let anything bad happen to you." Takashi exaggerated his breathing slightly. Adam hadn't even realised that he was hyperventilating until his breathing evened out.

"Stay... Please?"

"Of course," Takashi agreed. Adam faintly thought that it was nice that Takashi was the captain of the Atlas. He could do whatever he wanted to and no one could protest against him.

They laid back on the bed, Adam tucked against Takashi and in the safety of his arms. They fell asleep like that, and when Adam woke in the morning, he realised that it was the best sleep he'd had in such a long time.

[avaguedoodle]

Who You Travel With (310593 words) by avagueidea Chapters: 52/52 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Adam/Shiro (Voltron), Keith/Lance (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Matt Holt, Adam (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Canon Allura - Character, Lotor (Voltron), Krolia (Voltron), Spattering of both Earth and Alien OCs Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Road Trip, Found Family, Kerberos Mission comes home safe AU, Slowburn AF (I'd say I'm sorry but y'all know I'm not), Paladin Shuffle, Keith isn't expelled AU (though he's trying his best to change that), Road Trip AU!, Part 1: Road Trip, Part 2: Space, Part 3: ???, Alternate Universe Canon Compliant, YES I am rewriting the entirety of Voltron (No I didn't think that fact through) Series: Part 2 of Making Slav Proud: A Series of AUs

Summary: With the Kerberos Mission arriving home soon, Keith realizes this is his last chance to do something reckless. That's how Keith, Pidge, Hunk, and Lance find themselves stuffed into an ancient, tiny sedan, driving thousands of miles to solve an 18 year old mystery before Common sense (or Shiro) can catch up to them. Little do they know, the answers they find will take them much further from home than any of them were expecting.

Despite being Keith's common sense, Shiro shows he has none as he, Matt, and his ex-fiance end up chasing after the runaways before anyone gets arrested, or worse, expelled! A story about found family and finding out what's really most important via road trips and ancient intergalactic space wars.

[jam-writes]

Chapter 41 excerpt of Lost and Found: A Broganes Story

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The anesthesiologist came over, carrying a mask. "I'm just going to put this on your face," she said. "Breathe normally and count backwards from twenty.”

Shiro switched his grip so he could have one hand in Keith's hand and one hand stroking his hair as the mask came down. Shiro continued to stroke Keith's hair, even as he went limp. 

"Keith?" he asked gently. There was no response. He was out. 

"Sir, you need to leave the room," the nurse told him. "I'll take you to the monitoring room." 

Reluctantly, Shiro tore his gaze away from Keith's face. "Thank you," he said, following her. He looked back as he left the room. Keith looked so small, lying on the bed, surrounded by huge machines. 

He was led to a room nearby. Adam was already sitting in front of a monitor, watching as they hung up sheets around Keith. Shiro hugged him immediately, burying his head in Adam's shoulder. He wasn't crying, but it felt close. He felt Adam reach into his hair and pulled off the paper cap. 

He shushed Shiro reassuringly. Shiro regained his composure. He  sat up and faced the monitor, wrapping an arm around Adam's waist and holding him close.

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[purplina]

okay so i started dumping lore of the fanfiction i’m writing on my tiktok account so come say hi if you want to (username : o.pur_ple.o). here. adashi & keith’s crumbs.

[empressgeekt]

Fic Prompt - Avatar Lo'ak AU (in a bending way)

Currently, with the release of the new movie, I'm sure that when someone hears the word AVATAR their mind goes to our favorite blue alien family. However, there is another, equally great, franchise by the same name. Avatar: The Last Air Bender (or Korra doesn't matter why part of the timeline you entered in). These are both high popular franchises, but someone in the fanfiction community there have been very few attempts to SMOOSH them together.

So, I present to you the Avatar Lo'ak AU.

Benders are still a thing on the dying earth, but since the four nations have fallen long ago, and many generations of people having kids between each other, humans who are benders could be anything no matter what other benders in their family are. The Avatar is mostly, a military role now. Whatever country they're born into they serve, and protect. The ides of world peace and balance is long past, lost to myth, so people are just fighting over the Avatars depending on which country they are born in, either training them to lead their soldiers or trying to kill them so the would be hopefully reborn in the killer's country. This means that when he was serving Jake actually had the chance to talk to the Avatar before Lo'ak (I'm calling her Adashi, don't know why). Jake would completely forget about this encounter, for years, until...

The day that like a 12-year-old Lo'ak enters the avatar state to save his siblings from some sort of predator in the forest. The whole family, plus Norm witness the event. Shock runs like wildfire, because 1, this is a human thing, and 2, the Navi has no clue what just happened. Norm is a complete obsessive geek when it comes to benders, and the Avatar, so he digs up all the research he did on it to help explain what Lo'ak is to Neytiri and Mo'at, however they don't really understand the gravity of what the young Navi is until Norm compares the Avatar to Toruk Makto, and what could happen if Lo'ak enters the avatar state with out proper training.

Sadly for Lo'ak there is little that can teach him control on Pandora currently. Jake is an earthbender (hadn't done it in years and never tried in Navi form, but apparently bending stuck with him after the body-swap), so he spends the next few years teaching Lo'ak earthbending. Due to their similar personalities, Lo'ak takes to earthbending like a fish to water, and is a very good earth bender in a few years. Norm manages to get his hands on other bending materials to at least get Lo'ak the basics on the other elements.

As for the rest of the plot. I have no idea. I keep jumping from one idea to another, and have nothing to string them together yet. Definitely think that some of the other RDA drivers will retain bending abilities and would want to hunt Lo'ak down. Maybe they revive other benders specifically to take down Lo'ak, one of them being Tommy Sully, because he was a decent Air Bender while alive, and than Jake would get his brother back and a lot of angst regarding Tommy not wanting to fight, a kid even before he learns that Lo'ak is his nephew. So, they rebel. Maybe they don't leave the forest because it is where Lo'ak can defined himself, or maybe they leave to protect him. Maybe the humans decide to eliminate all possible allies to the sullys and take out the homes of the other clans, before attacking the avatar's home. Making the reef people have to come to the forest in a role reversal.

So, many possibilities!!!!

[keiththespacekitty]

Gentle

There was a mystery to solve with Adam. 

He had a way of appearing stoic, as though he constantly put up a professional mask, the only cracks that overtly appeared being a sharp wit and a dry, sardonic humour. Even back at the garrison, even as a teen, Adam always seemed like a man determined to have a personality as beige as wallpaper.

But that wasn't the real Adam.

Shiro was used to people watching- at first, out of boredom, although after everything, people watching had become a necessity. Although watching Adam was intriguing to him.

Adam was currently writing something at the desk, although Shiro didn't know what. He sat with his back straight, shoulders back, feet flat against the floor, professional, cold. Except Shiro knew him well enough to see through it.

Shiro noticed the way that Adam's brows would knit slightly in confusion every few lines, and he'd grip the pen just a tad tighter. He'd breathe out loudly through his nose, and continue with a small shake of his head. After a few minutes, he'd pause to roll his shoulders and crack his neck with either a bored or frustrated sigh, before pulling his chair a marginal fraction closer to the desk and continuing with a blank, unreadable expression.

That's how he knew that Adam cared about what he was writing, because when Adam didn't care, he'd type it out straight onto the document instead of drafting it on paper first. Shiro had been woken up multiple times by the frustrated clacking on the keys of Adam's laptop, the heavy sighs, and the frustrated groans of a man with two cups of coffee on his desk working at three am.

Shiro had the luxury of knowing Adam during his garrison days, a young cadet who, to most people, seemed uptight, if not a little angry. But Shiro remembered the first time he saw Adam cry.

They'd been in Adam's dorm, talking, at first, whilst Adam finished an assignment for biology. It had gotten to five am, and Adam had raised his hands as if to knock his work off the table, before he politely excused himself from the table and made to walk out of the dorm, but Shiro has caught the tears in his eyes and gently guided him to sit on his bed, and Adam had cried. 

He'd started slowly, holding back his tears and trying to control his breathing, insisting that he was fine. Shiro had gently laid a hand on his shoulder, and Adam had just started sobbing. Shiro had tentatively pulled him closer, scared that Adam would pull away from the touch- after all, he never really seemed like the cuddly type. But Adam accepted the hug without protest, lifting his feet off the floor and curling up, clinging to Shiro like his life depended on it. 

It had surprised Shiro, because Adam had never appeared emotionally vulnerable. It was the first time that Shiro stopped seeing Adam as an acquaintance and started to see him as a friend. Because Adam was closed off, and here he was, sobbing into Shiro's shoulder over a 5am essay. He seemed inconsolable, and Shiro regretted never making much effort to speak to him in class, because maybe if they'd been friends sooner, Shiro would have noticed that nobody else seemed to talk to Adam. 

After that, Shiro had made the effort to talk to him more in class, and had found that before making a sarky comment to the teacher under his breath, the corner of his mouth always quirked up in a subtle, troublemaking grin. And just like that, Shiro was falling for him. 

It became apparent that Adam wasn't naturally studious and neat. Adam's room was progressively messier the more relaxed he became around Shiro- and for Adam, that wasn't much, maybe an unmade bed or a rogue jumper that Shiro could have sworn he had in his wardrobe somewhere, but it was a sign that Adam was becoming more comfortable around Shiro. And then it occurred to Shiro that Adam was almost never so unguarded, was therefore always uncomfortable.

Adam wasn't easy to make friends with. Not because he was boring, but because he didn't seem to know how to make them. He didn't see any of his own hobbies as interesting, often professing that he didn't have any, and the two often descended into awkward silences where Adam didn't know what to say and he wasn't unguarded enough for Shiro to be let in.

But Adam was a warm person. Socially awkward, stoic, and warm. Adam would get a goofy smile on his face whenever Shiro cracked a particularly terrible joke, would respond with a thinly veiled insult, although his voice always softened when he did so.

And most importantly to Shiro, Adam was the only one who called him Takashi. 

Sure, Shiro liked his nickname, but Adam had seen through that. Shiro remembered the first time Adam called him his name, and how emotional the day had been.

"Shiro?"

"I'm fine," Shiro protested, "I'm okay."

"Shiro," Adam repeated, voice firm with intent, but softened at the edges of his words, "I can tell that you aren't okay. What's happened."

"Nothing's happened, I just…" Adam frowned, as though it didn't register to him that Shiro could be upset without a reason. Of course, Shiro was upset with a reason, and of course, Adam knew this somehow. Shiro had noticed himself falling in love, with Adam, and it scared Shiro, because a huge part of his identity was still a secret from anyone except the garrison staff, and Shiro was sure that it would throw away any chance he had of Adam loving him too. 

"Shiro," Adam repeated softly, "what's wrong?"

"I have something to tell you," Shiro managed, because it was bubbling up and festering into self hatred again, and Shiro knew that he couldn't let himself spiral again. He'd worked too hard to love himself, and besides, Adam was his friend. He knew that he could be vulnerable with Adam, and Adam would take that vulnerability with complete seriousness, would unquestioningly hold it close to his heart as though it was his own secret to protect. 

"I'm listening," Adam replied, body language relaxing to show that he was open, that he could be the emotional support that Shiro needed right now. 

"My name isn't Shiro," he began slowly, "it's a nickname. Part of my surname, Shirogane." Adam already knew this, but it was an important detail, and Adam seemed to understand this, looking to Shiro with gentle intent. Shiro almost felt like crying, emotionally drained thinking of all the outcomes to this talk, even if he knew that the worst ones weren't realistic. "The teachers call me Shiro because I asked them to, so they don't read out the name on the roll call."

"Why," Adam asked softly, no judgment, no question, just a gentle prompt for Shiro to continue. 

"Because it's my deadname," Shiro replied quietly, "and I'm scared of people using it. My surname is the same no matter what, no matter what people see me as, so they have no reason not to use it. My surname doesn't change if they see me as male, or… not. And I'm scared that if I stop telling people to call me Shiro, that if I start asking people to call me Takashi, then they'll call me my deadname instead."

"Takashi," Adam began softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm, "you have a right to hear your name. Especially if you chose it yourself, just like you have a right to every other part of your identity. I think I already know, but, can you tell me, personally, why you changed your name?" 

Shiro took a deep breath. "I'm trans." Saying it with Adam, however difficult, felt as natural as breathing. The nerves were creeping in, but Adam remained gentle and patient. 

"Takashi," Adam began, looking Shiro in the eye, "you never have to worry about that with me. You'll always be Takashi to me, unless and until you change that yourself. I'll always call you Takashi. It's your human right, and it's important to me- you're… important to me, okay?" Adam took a deep breath, moving his hand up to cup Shiro's cheek. "I love you, Takashi."

Shiro was feeling sentimental. Adam was loving, kind, accepting, gentle. Adam was gentle, and Shiro felt safe. Even after all these years, all the hurt, the break up, the trauma, he'd found his way back home, to Adam. Adam who would smile softly when Shiro hugged his teddy bear whilst he helped him with his T shot. Adam who would laugh unguarded every time Shiro shot him a cheesy pick-up line when they couldn't sleep at night. Adam who would hold him close after the nightmares and whisper gentle reassurances into Shiro's ear, would rock them gently, would make sure that Shiro was aware of his needs and emotions, would keep him grounded.

Most importantly, Adam loved him, gently. 

[jenanigans1207]

First of Forever [Klance]

Finally I can share with you all my Secret Santa gift for @lancesgalaxy! I was told Klance so I hope you enjoy this soft Klance with a side of Adashi! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

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Lance finished zipping his jacket up over his scarf and headed out the door, shutting it tightly to lock the warm air inside. It was snowing big beautiful flakes that didn't fall to the ground; instead they floated lightly on the breeze and danced delicately around him as he headed carefully down the driveway. This was his favorite type of snow, filling the air with that tangible feeling of magic that was associated with Christmas. He tucked his hands into his pockets, smiling as he saw his breath puff out in front of him. Just as he was reaching the end of the driveway, a car pulled to a stop in front of him.

Keith smiled at him from the driver's seat a moment before Lance heard the doors unlock. He ducked in quickly, sighing at the warm air in the car. Keith was smiling at him, his long hair under a red beanie that looked so good on him it was almost unfair. Lance, for the life of him, couldn't pull off hats. They just never looked good on him. Keith, on the other hand, looked great in every hat he had ever tried on, but beanies were Lance's favorite. There was something about the way they pushed his hair over his eyes, the way his hair stuck out of the sides and back, curling up against gravity, that made Lance weak at the knees. Not to mention how cozy Keith looked.

“Ready?” Keith asked, even though he was already putting the car in drive and letting off the break.

“Absolutely.” Lance replied, settling himself into the passenger seat.

Keith and Lance had been dating for a few years and, every year since they had gotten together, Keith had taken Lance to help pick out their gift for Shiro and Adam. Keith was terrible at gift selection when it came to anyone but Lance. For the absolute life of him, he could not pick out a gift. It wasn't even that his gifts were unsuccessful. It was that he'd go between so many options over and over again until he successfully talked himself out of all of them. Lance wasn't there so much to give Keith ideas as he was to force Keith to stick with one of his ideas. Typically whatever he first picked out was what Lance voted for because, no matter how much Keith questioned it, his gut was almost always right.

“Whatcha thinking this year?” Lance asked as they continued the drive. They were already halfway to the mall and suddenly he was burning up in his winter gear. Still, he knew he'd be freezing once he got out, so he refused to remove anything. That was another way he and Keith differed— Keith was almost never cold. While Lance was bundled up in a scarf, winter coat and gloves, Keith was in a beanie and casual hoodie with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Somehow he lacked the ability to feel cold and Lance was indescribably jealous.

“Shiro said they need some kitchen stuff but that's boring.” Keith clicked on his turn signal, glancing over his shoulder as he did so. Lance watched the way his hair slid over his shoulder and back as he moved, marveling at how long it had gotten.

Seized by the sudden urge to touch it, he reached out and gently threaded his fingers into the silky strands. “Gifts don't have to be extravagant and exciting, you know. If they tell you something they specifically want, that's what you should get.”

“I know,” Keith replied with a sigh. “It's just— who gets excited over getting a whisk for Christmas?”

Lance laughed then, the sound coming easy to him. He looked at Keith fondly, shaking his head, noting the way his laughter brought a smile to Keith's face. “Okay, a compromise. Two things. A boring kitchen item and something a little cooler.”

“A lot cooler. Cool enough to come from me.” Keith replied with false sincerity as they pulled into the mall.

Unsurprisingly, the mall parking lot was backed up all the way to the main road. They had to sit in a line of traffic waiting to get in and then hunt aisle after aisle until they found a parking spot. Christmas was only a few days away and Lance had been nagging Keith for over a week to get his shopping complete for this very reason. Keith, in response, had been teasing him for over a week about how he was done shopping for Lance, how he had been for a long time and how certain he was that Lance was going to love it. As much as Lance refused to rise to the challenge, he couldn't help the curiosity that nagged at him, making him analyze everything Keith said for a clue.

Finally they managed to park and climbed out of the car. The cool air was a welcomed reprieve and Lance sucked in a deep breath as he waited for Keith to come around the car so they could head in. They had gotten a great parking spot as it was, right by the entrance, and Lance willingly ditched his gloves before they were even inside so he was able to thread his fingers through Keith's, leaning slightly into his shoulder.

Keith was warm to the touch, just like Lance knew he'd be. His hands were soft and just the right size to fit into Lance's, holding him tightly so they didn't get separated in the crowd. In contrast, Lance's hands were always cold. He was constantly pressing them to the small of Keith's back or the inside of his thigh, making Keith jump and shove him away suddenly. Lance hated his cold hands most of the time, but they made it even sweeter when he got to hold Keith's hand, to feel that connection between them; warm and comforting and right.

“Do we need to shop for anyone else?” Lance asked as they dodged a group of people.

“Nope,” Keith gave his hand a squeeze. “I sent my parents something already and I've had your gift wrapped in my room for nearly a month.”

“You know, you don't always have to brag.” Lance purposely bumped his shoulder. “I've also had your gift for awhile and you don't hear me bringing it up constantly.”

Keith shrugged. “It's not my fault you've never been good at bragging.”

Lance pulled his hand away suddenly and shoved a laughing Keith away. Keith stumbled a few steps before coming back, the way he always did, and reaching for Lance again. With a dramatic sigh, Lance allowed his cold hand to once again be enveloped in the warmth of Keith’s and they finally entered the mall. The inside was slightly less crowded than the outside, Lance realized with surprise, and they were able to weave expertly through the crowd and to the stores they needed.

As soon as they entered the first store, Lance was immediately drawn to the large array of scarves. He headed straight to them, letting Keith come at his own pace.

“How does this look?” Lance asked as he finished wrapping a blanket scarf around his neck, his own scarf already discarded at his feet. The new scarf was so big that it covered half of his face, leaving just his eyes exposed.

“It looks good. But, it would look better if—” Keith reached forward and tugged the scarf even higher so that it was covering the entirety of Lance's face. “There, that looks perfect.”

The scarf muffled Lance's indignant noise but it was still audible to Keith who burst out in laughter. Lance could feel Keith’s eyes on him as he unwound the scarf from around his neck, hanging it back up on the shelf next to him. Keith was smiling in a way that was so warm and fond, Lance couldn’t bring himself to be mad about the joke.

Finally, Keith moved his eyes from Lance to the shelf of scarves next to them. He never wore scarves— literally ever. Lance had never seen him with a scarf on— but that didn’t stop him from picking up a ridiculous pink and yellow striped one. “What about this one for me?”

Lance gasped dramatically, “Is it possible?” He said, clutching a hand over his heart. “You do know that colors other than red and black exist? I was starting to lose hope.”

With a sneer, Keith reached out and gently smacked Lance with the scarf before depositing it back on the shelf. “I hate you a lot.”

“Is that why you spend every day with me?” Lance replied sweetly, cozying up to Keith’s side.

With a sigh, Keith slid an arm around Lance’s waist. “That can change.”

“Is that a threat, Kogane? Because you can pick out this Christmas gift by yourself.”

“Fine,” Keith dragged Lance away from the scarves and further into the store. “I’ll break up with you after our Christmas shopping is done.”

“Such a romantic.” Lance laughed, shaking his head.

Keith paused in front of the kitchen ware, scanning it while absentmindedly answering, “You love me.”

“I do,” Lance said and it was true— he loved Keith more than anything else in the world. More than he ever thought he could love anyone. He loved Keith in a way that he couldn’t express in words and that was precisely why he was going to make this Christmas their most special one yet.

They lapsed into silence while Keith shuffled his way through the kitchen items, looking more perplexed than anything. Lance watched quietly for a little bit, enjoying the way Keith would pick up each utensil and inspect it before setting it back down. Keith was, actually, a pretty decent cook so he should feel at least somewhat in his element. But the look on his face suggested otherwise.

Without realizing it, Lance had zoned out slightly. He only brought his attention back when he heard a clatter and noticed Keith moving suddenly. Lance reached out automatically to steady Keith as he dug his way to the bottom of a bin next to them, gripping his hips and holding him steady until he finally reappeared holding a set of rainbow kitchen utensils.

“He’s going to love it,” Keith said, presenting it to Lance. It was true, it included everything he and Adam were missing in their kitchen plus some.

“He’s going to hate you for it,” Lance remarked, unable to stifle the smile that came when he glanced back at it again. Rainbow kitchen utensils for two newly married men. He could just see their faces now. It was going to be priceless.

“Hate us for it,” Keith amended. “We’re buying it.”

“If I'm wrapping it, I'm only putting your name on it.” Lance said, knowing he had the upper hand. Keith was great at a lot of things, but wrapping gifts was not one of them. The only gifts he wrapped himself were those for Lance and they always looked like they had gone through a paper shredder. Lance found it endearing, of course, and never minded his own gifts looking like that but he always insisted on wrapping their gifts for everyone else.

Keith was already sliding his fingers through Lance's again, heading towards the front of the store. “As if they won't know it's also from you. Shiro has a sense for that sort of thing. Such a dad.”

Lance stopped abruptly, turning to smile broadly at Keith. “You just gave me a great idea for his other gift.”

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Shiro and Adam always decorated their house to the nines. Every window, every tree and bush, every inch of the roofline was covered in lights, illuminating the house so brightly that it could be seen from the very end of the street. The inside of their house was just as intricately decorated: garland hanging from the stairway and in all the doors, ornaments hanging from strings in the windows, figurines everywhere and two Christmas trees. Lance loved it. Keith loved it too, even if he always teased them about going overboard.

“Merry Christmas, guys!” Adam said as soon as he opened the door.

Lance was the first to step up and embrace him. “Merry Christmas! Thank you for having us over!”

Keith followed Lance through the door, pausing to give Adam an awkward half hug since his arms were full of gifts. Lance was carrying the bags which made it easier for him to throw his arms around Shiro, immediately gushing about their decorations. Shiro proudly pointed out all the new things they had added as he took some of the gifts from Keith and threw an arm around his shoulder.

Together they moved into the family room, depositing their gifts under the tree alongside the few that were already there. This was one of Keith's favorite traditions— spending Christmas evening with these three, exchanging gifts and then eating dinner, topping the night off with a movie and some homemade popcorn.

“Hey,” Lance was glancing between Shiro and Adam, an eyebrow raised. “Why are you both wearing hoodies indoors?”

It was a valid question, there was a fire roaring in the fireplace and the heat was on. Lance had already stripped his winter gear and the flush on his cheeks was a clear indicator that he still felt too hot.

Adam and Shiro glanced at each other, both clearly trying to stifle a smile. In lieu of an answer, Shiro bent down and snagged two boxes out from under the tree, handing one to each of his guests. The guys took it skeptically, tearing through the wrapping paper. Like with most things, they were perfectly in sync, both opening their boxes at the exact same moment to reveal the sweater inside. They had matching blue sweaters with reindeer dancing in the middle. Keith opened his mouth to say something, only to pause when he noticed both Shiro and Adam removing their hoodies to reveal that they, too, had the same sweater on.

“Did you…” Keith looked at each person in the room. “Did you get us matching family sweaters?”

“This is amazing.” Lance said, already setting his box down and reaching for the hem of his own red and white striped sweater.

Keith watched as Lance pulled his sweater over his head, revealing a thin strip of skin as his undershirt came untucked. Lance could feel Keith's gaze on him and it made his heart rate spike.

“Do you like them?” Shiro asked.

“We love them.” Lance answered as he settled the new sweater over his undershirt, tugging the collar until it felt exactly right.

With a sigh and a small smile, Keith discarded his own hoodie, tugging the blue sweater over his head and immediately pushing the sleeves up to his elbows. “Love it.” He confirmed.

Lance loved seeing Keith in blue. Even though he associated red with Keith, blue mixed with his dark hair really made his eyes jump out and they were undoubtedly Lance's favorite feature. Keith's eyes were both breathtakingly gorgeous and incredibly expressive and he could stare into them for hours without ever getting sick of it. Plus, after taking the time to learn Keith so well, Lance could tell exactly how he was feeling with just one quick glance at his eyes. It made him feel indescribably precious to have that insight into Keith.

“Eventually we'll have to take a group photo.” Shiro dropped down onto the couch, draping an arm across the back of it and making room for Adam to settle in next to him, which he did.” But until then, presents?”

The others agreed, Keith perching on an armchair and Lance settling himself onto the armrest, leaning into Keith's shoulder.

“We'll start,” Lance replied after a moment, extending a package towards their hosts. He glanced briefly at Keith to note the way he was biting the corner of his lip to keep a smile off his face.

Shiro offered the package to Adam who shook his head kindly, allowing Shiro to open it. Shiro took a moment to tear through the tape and then tore the paper off in one long strip, dropping it unceremoniously to the ground. He pulled at the tape holding the box shut, eventually giving up on his struggle and handing it over to Adam. Adam made quick work of it and flipped the box open, immediately bursting into laughter at the sight inside.

Lance glanced at Keith again to see him outright grinning and it made his heart soar.  “Do you like your gaytensils?” He asked as Shiro picked up the rainbow measuring cup.

“Gaytensils?” Keith glanced up at Lance.

“You don't like that?” Absently, Lance was running his fingers through the hair at the base of Keith's neck, occasionally grazing across the soft skin there and eliciting a shiver. “I've been waiting, like, three days to use that. I thought of it right after we bought them.”

“Terrible.” Keith shook his head fondly. “Take it back.”

Lance glanced up and met Adam's gaze. “Tough crowd this year.”

“Gaytensils,” Adam was practically wheezing, nearly doubled over into Shiro's lap, holding the whisk and spatula in one hand. “This is amazing.”

“See? Some people have good taste!” Lance nudged Keith playfully, only to get an eye roll in response.

It was another minute or so before Adam managed to compose himself, setting the box aside with the lid open so he could still glance at it occasionally and laugh.

“Okay, okay.” He took a deep breath, wiping at his eyes, “Next is for you, babe.”

Adam reached forward and grabbed a package out from under the tree, dropping it in Shiro's lap. Shiro lifted the package, turning it from side to side, listening for movement inside and feeling the weight of it. Unable to guess, he began to tear into the paper, looking perplexed. As soon as the wrapping paper was gone, his eyes lit up. He flipped the box around so the others could see while he leaned in to kiss Adam thank you. In his hands was a box set of Friends, autographed by the cast members. Lance laughed out loud.

“We're watching this tonight!” Shiro declared as he set it down on the ground at his feet. “There is nothing anybody can say to get out of it.”

“You know, suddenly I'm feeling terribly ill. I think we need to go home right now, immediately.” Keith pressed a hand to his stomach, leaning forward and pretending to be sick.

Shiro threw a pillow from the couch at him.

“Here, Lance, you open our gift. Since Keith clearly doesn't deserve it.” Shiro handed Lance a small envelope.

Keith vaulted the pillow back across the room at Shiro.

Laughing, Lance tore the envelope open and pulled out two gift certificates. The first was for dinner at their favorite fancy restaurant and the second was for a couples massage. Lance jumped up from his seat and darted across the room to envelop them both in a thank you hug. He loved having a reason to dress fancy and he absolutely loved seeing Keith in a suit. There were no words to describe the way Lance felt every time he saw Keith dressed up. He could never properly express how easily Keith took his breath away and sent his heart soaring high into the sky. Giving Lance a chance to see Keith dressed up again was a gift in and of itself, the rest was just a bonus.

Keith appeared next to Lance, leaning down to make it a four way hug and murmuring a thank you of his own. As they detangled themselves, Lance returned to his spot on the chair and Keith grabbed another gift. He plopped it down in Lance's lap as he dropped back into the chair and Lance immediately smiled at how it was wrapped. He wasted no time in tearing into it, not bothering to care about the paper at all since it was already mutilated. Inside was a soft white blanket.

“Unfold it,” Keith murmured quietly in his ear, reaching for one corner and helping flatten it out so Lance could see.

The inside of the blanket was covered in photos of them that Keith had gotten printed onto the blanket itself. Lance's hand immediately flew to cover his mouth as he inspected it, other hand tracing delicately over each picture. He could feel a lump forming in the back of his throat. As he looked at each photo, he was overcome with an incredible feeling of love. Here Keith was, giving him this gift with indisputable evidence of their love. Lance turned to him, gently grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him into a fierce kiss. He knew words would never be able to accurately express how much he loved this gift— how much he loved Keith— so he did his best to pour every ounce of emotion into the kiss so Keith would have even the tiniest chance of understanding how touched he was.

A moment into the kiss, Lance could feel Keith's hand splayed out across his back, pulling him even closer. His other hand settled on Lance's hip to hold him steady on the arm rest. Faintly Lance could hear Shiro grabbing the next gift and passing it to Adam, so he pulled away finally, planting one more soft kiss on Keith's lips before thanking him with as much fervor as possible, draping the blanket over both of their laps and smiling tenderly down at it.

Once Lance finally settled his attention back where it should be, he saw Adam with a gift in his lap. Adam tore the wrapping on the package gently, doing his best to peel back the tape and not rip any of the paper. When they had first started dating, it had driven Shiro nuts. Now, however, after countless years together, it was one of the silly things that made Adam the man Shiro loved. And now, no matter how ridiculous he still found it, he wouldn’t change it.

“Wow!” Adam said as he pulled back the wrapping paper to reveal the gift inside. “A polaroid camera! Babe, I love it!” He flipped the box over and scanned the back of it before leaning in to plant a kiss on Shiro.

“I know it’s not exactly the type of camera you wanted—” Shiro began.

Adam cut in quickly and emphatically, “I love it though! It’s perfect!”

“Oh? Perfect?” Shiro said with a wry smile, another, bigger box in his hands, “So you don’t want this one then?”

“Well, I didn’t say that.” Adam replied, gently setting down his now open polaroid camera box and reaching for the one in Shiro’s lap.

Lance leaned into Keith’s shoulder, trying his best to keep his heart under control. There were only a few presents left to give and he had yet to give Keith his gift. He hoped beyond hope that Keith would like it. As they watched Adam remove the paper at a painstakingly slow speed, Keith slipped his arm around Lance, pulling him closer and dropping his head gently onto Lance’s. Briefly Lance wondered how he’d ever survived a Christmas that wasn’t set exactly like this: surrounded by the man he loved and his found family. He loved his own family, of course, and they would go visit them in a few days, but for today, this was absolutely and unbelievably perfect.

“Takashi! You didn’t!” Adam threw the last of the paper to the ground, a huge smile breaking out over his face.

It seemed like yesterday, though it had probably been nearly two months ago, that Shiro had called Lance and Keith at the store, desperate for their input on which camera to get Adam. He’d loved photography all his life and always talked about getting into it, but never in much detail so Shiro hadn’t had much to go off of. So Keith and Lance had planted themselves in front of the computer, googling all the different types of cameras in front of Shiro and weighing the pros and cons with him over the phone until they had come to a unanimous decision. Then, Shiro had dropped it off at their house because Adam was notoriously nosey and undoubtedly would have found it and guessed what it was.

“Is it the right one?” The worry was clear in Shiro’s voice as he searched Adam’s expression.

“The right one? Takashi, this is the nicest camera on the market!”

“Does that mean you like it?” Lance laughed at Shiro’s question, turning to bury his head into Keith’s shoulder. Keith shushed him quietly, trying to stifle his own laughter.

Adam set the box down and stood up completely, turning to pull Shiro to his feet as well. “I love it.” Adam said a moment before pulling Shiro down into a sweet kiss. After they separated, Adam wrapped his arm around Shiro and hugged him tightly. “Thank you.”

While they held each other, Keith dug the last of their gifts to Shiro and Adam out from under the tree. The pile was dwindling and there were only three presents left— two of which they were about to give to the others. Lance’s eyes lingered on his gift to Keith and he knew it was coming up next. Finally Shiro and Adam sat down again and Keith handed their gift to Them. Adam busied himself with opening his camera, setting everything up and playing around with some practice shots as Shiro opened his.

Shiro laughed out loud when he opened his gift, a mug that said ‘Universe’s Best Dad’. “You have to stop pretending I’m your dad,” He laughed, practically doubling over. Adam took a picture of it, smiling at the screen on his camera.

“You have to stop acting like our dad and we will,” Keith replied, also laughing.

Adam reached for his box next, letting the camera hang by its strap around his neck. He made quicker work than usual of the wrapping paper but still attempted to tear it as little as possible. Both of them burst out into laughter when Adam pulled out a matching mug inscribed with ‘Married to the Universe's Best Dad’.

“You two are killing it this year,” Shiro remarked as he set the boxes down.

A moment passed and suddenly Lance stood up, insisting that he needed to go get a drink. Shiro met his gaze and they shared a long look before Lance turned on his heel and headed into the kitchen. He braced his hands on the sink, leaning forward and taking a few deep breaths. It was now or never.

He could hear them in the other room, could hear Shiro explaining that the next gift was for Keith, from Lance. His heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest in anticipation as he heard Keith say, “I’ll wait for Lance to come back before I open it.”

“Go ahead,” Lance yelled over his shoulder, closing his eyes and trying not to faint. “I’ll be back in two seconds. You can start opening it now.”

As Lance could hear the tearing of the wrapping paper, he pushed off the counter and headed back into the room. He paused in the doorway, meeting Shiro’s gaze over Keith’s shoulder. Adam was sitting next to Shiro on the couch, camera up, taking endless photos of Keith as he unwrapped the gift. They were both smiling because they knew what was inside, they had practically celebrated when Lance told them what his gift was.

Finally, after what felt like the longest moments of Lance’s life, Keith finished pulling the wrapping paper off to reveal the small black box. He could feel his hands trembling as he stepped forward then, trying to remind himself to breathe, just breathe. In and out. Keith opened the box, revealing the simple, elegant silver ring inside.

Keith whipped around then, barely giving Lance time to sink to his knee. Their eyes met, Keith perched on the edge of one of the arm chairs and Lance on one knee before him. There was a mixture of emotions on Keith’s face— shock, wonder and most of all, love.

Lance took a deep breath and dove in. “Keith, I tried to write this speech a million times already but I could never do it. Because I can’t think of the right words to explain how much I love you. I don’t know how to express to you that you are the best and brightest thing in my life. There is absolutely nothing in my life, good or bad, that I don’t want you there for. There is nothing on this Earth that I don’t want to share with you. Okay, well, that’s not exactly true. You still can’t have any of my oreos.” Keith laughed, reaching out to grab Lance’s hand and squeezing it tightly as he continued. “But besides that, I want you there. For everything. Always. I want you, Keith, forever. So, will you marry me?”

And just like that, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Lance could feel the tears pooling in his own eyes as he tried to express his feelings and Keith was blinking away tears too. Behind him, Shiro had a hand pressed to his mouth, his own eyes watery. Lance couldn’t see Adam’s eyes from behind the camera but he could hear him sniffle so it was only fair to assume that he, too, was choked up.

“Yes,” Keith breathed suddenly, standing from his chair and basically tackling Lance. “Yes!”

They tumbled to the ground, laughing, and Keith pressed a kiss to Lance’s lips. Lance secured his arms around Keith as they hit the ground, relishing in the way Keith nuzzled his head into Lance’s shoulder, pressing gentle kisses against the skin of his neck. He could barely contain himself at the thought that he would get to live moments like this, with Keith, for the rest of his life.

After a moment, Keith pulled back, “Man, my gift is nowhere near as good.”

Lance laughed, brushing his fingers gently against Keith’s cheek. “Are you kidding? Your gift shows exactly why I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Plus, you said yes. There is no greater gift.”

“When did you get so soft?” Keith teased, but he made no move to pull away.

Lance rolled his eyes, replying sarcastically. “You’re right, this is totally unusual for me. I’m never soft. It’s like you’re marrying a stranger.”

“No,” Keith smiled so brilliantly it almost took Lance’s breath away. “I’m marrying the love of my life.”

Those words did take Lance's breath away as he stared up at Keith in wonder. He could hear Adam clicking away on his camera, could hear Shiro murmuring about how happy he was and how perfect they were together, but none of it fully reached him. All he could really hear was Keith's response, repeating over and over in his head. His words settled into Lance's chest, carving themselves into his heart so that he could never, not ever, forget this moment.

“I love you,” Lance breathed.

Keith had never looked more in love in his whole life, Lance thought. “I love you, too. Forever.”

At that moment, Shiro and Adam rushed over to them, hauling them off the ground and congratulating them. Hugs were being shared between everyone and Adam was snapping away on his camera. Finally, he insisted on a family photo, setting the camera up on a table across the room. They lined up, Lance on the end, then Keith, Shiro, and Adam finishing off the line. A light flashed on the camera, counting down. Everyone smiled and Keith held up his left hand, showing the ring.

In the photo, Adam and Shiro were smiling at the camera while Keith, with his hand up, was smiling softly at Lance who was grinning back at him. It was the perfect photo and Adam promised to send them a copy before the night was over.

The rest of the night was a blur or food and Friends— both real and the show— and the only thing Lance really remembered was catching Keith glancing down at his ring frequently, smiling as if he couldn't believe his luck. And, as Lance fell asleep pressed against Keith and warm under the blanket Keith had gotten him— the perfect representation of their love— he couldn't help but think that this was the first Christmas of forever and he couldn't wait for everything their future had in store.

[lonelyshipper]

Me [writting about a wedding]: a paragraph is enough

Me [writting a smut]: what do you mean its two pages already I’m only in the middle of the thing

[blueblueberryjam]

Chapter 25 Excerpt from Lost and Found: A Broganes Story

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"Adam," Shiro said, "Keith is not okay. He's... I don't know. He's being slow. When he talks it's almost like he's slurring. I think even his eyes are tracking slowly. He's got no expression. He tried to get up earlier, and he couldn't. I gave him a piece of candy, and he moved so slowly. He missed his mouth, and he just sat there, I don't know what to do..." 

"First, calm down. Take a deep breath. I'm on my way. It sounds like he could be dissociating. It's not technically dangerous to him, but it's not something we want to keep happening. Keep giving him sensations to focus on. Make him tea. Hug him. Tell him to focus on what's happening around him. I'll be home soon. I love you." 

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[lesbianklance]

why do cishets think they can tell us that a show didn't queerbait us?

you cant act like an ally and then say shit like "not everyone has to be gay" and "not everything is about ships" and "this character was canonically gay and ended up with someone so thats enough"

we get called immature, petty and childish for wanting to be properly represented. we are allowed to be angry for that. yes we might have our ships but those ships make us feel represented. they make us feel like our identities are valid

all our lives we've been told that being cis and het was the norm. lgbtq+ people are rare and therefore we put the attention to the cishets. but thats not the truth. people think us lgbtq+ people are rare for two reasons: homophobia and the fact that we are too scared to come out because of lack of representation

we are not petty for having the need to see characters like us on tv. everyone finds comfort in seeing themselves in fictional characters relating makes the watching more enjoyable after all. but how can we relate when no one goes through our struggles our thoughts? how can we be comforted when those characters, if existent, never get happy endings or live happy lives?

take voltron for example, the show most famous for its queerbaiting yet i still find people that deny that fact

if they didnt queerbait us then why did the sole gay character of this show had his first love interest die before even having him explored huh?

why was he treated like shit the entire show? he was gone for a year tortured, joined a war where he had to be the adult and the leader and be calm for a bunch of teenagers, died and had no one even know, was stuck in another relm, replaced by a clone, came back to life after hurting his family, only to come back to find out his fiancee was dead

why were we given so many hints that another character was gay only to be given hints that there could be a romance with a female character towards the end?

why was the only wlw relationship between two villains and was never explored or specifically mentioned that they were indeed dating?

why was the show's number one ship advertised given so many scenes that paralleled those of canon ships only to have them never be canon or even confirmed to be lgbtq+?

yeah i dont think so. you cant have a character end up with a dude that was barely in the show and call it representation. you have to build that shit. lgbtq+ themes werent even presented or mentioned. so no cishet person im not ranting because im a "delusional fangirl" or "just another obsessed shipper"

im ranting because im a queer person that has been wronged, queerbaited, and shown that gay people have to go through shit and lose everything and then maybe i will get a happy ending. i had my sexualitybe treated like an extinct animal

gay people exist and they keep hiding because people like you make it seem like we are not worth your time or just everything that is wrong with earth

so even if you are an ally, even if you agree with what im saying, you cannot say what is queerbait and what is not, you cannot talk about your opinions on subjects that do not concern you, you can only support us who are affected

[vldkeith]

julance🌟🏖🐬🚀 prompt #29: with shiro👾

a/n: thank u @vldcoran for this idea :3 btw i have never watched season 7, don't @ me. OH also i wrote this on dark mode bc it's 11:24pm sorry if that's weird gfkdhgfs 🔗ao3 link

if this sucks...i am sorry </3 it's a lot of dialogue i know gfdsjghs

still buy me a ☕️ko-fi tho :^)

[avaguedoodle]

Who You Travel With: Ch 51 - Going Home

I just posted the last Chapter chapter of Who You Travel With. (Short epilogue to come. But the main plot is closed.)

So, there it is. I've rewritten a full Voltron's worth of plot.

All because they did Adam dirty in canon and I'm that meme of Rosa Diaz with the puppy about him.

And also about Allura. And Lance. And--well lets just assume I had a lot of feelings about every single character in this show.

Chapter 51 or Begin Reading from the Start

[jam-writes]

Chapter 40 excerpt of Lost and Found: A Broganes Story

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"I have news," Shiro said, smiling.

"Oh?" Was this good news or bad news? It could honestly go either way here.

"I'm cleared to fly again, starting Monday." 

"Oh, congrats!" He was glad Shiro was finally recovered from the injury that he'd received because of Keith. Whether or not it was Keith's fault was a bit of a disagreement among them but either way he was involved in the accident.

"Yeah," Shiro said. "I'm excited." He took a breath. "I met with Commander Iverson today." He gave Keith a reassuring smile. "They want me on the Mercury mission."

"The Mercury mission?" That sounded cool. And... "How long is it?" He didn't want Shiro to be gone for a long time.

"Four weeks," Shiro said. "In February."

"You're gonna miss your birthday," Keith protested. He didn't want him to go, but he also did want him to. It sounded awesome and Shiro had sacrificed enough for Keith already.

Shiro chuckled a little. "You remember my birthday," he said, touched. 

He nodded. He'd asked Adam for it a couple days ago to make sure he remembered it correctly. It was a memorable birthday but he still wanted to keep careful track.

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