#having to relive her trauma from shiro like that…

[sweeetsh]

“Petra’s touch, which had seemed so light, so noninvasive under the effect of laudanum, now felt like a dark stain, like insects burrowing their way under Rin’s skin no matter how hard she tried to claw them out.” -The Dragon Republic, page 238

posting it again because i’ve done some minor edits <3

[gotmeringinghellsbells]

Next Day Giggles

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Characters: Adam, Curtis, and Takashi Shirogane

Warning: Contains mention of mature themes

A/N: The idea for the Shirogane fur babies names came from @kwaiipootato, as did the idea for the title. 

Description: After a night of yelling, Curtis tries to cheer Adam up from his fight with Shiro. 

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He wasn’t even involved but…. Curtis couldn’t help but to keep his distance from his husbands. An upcoming mission, one both Shiro and Curtis had to go on, sparked a nasty conversation the night; One that left Curtis unjoined in bed…. Reliving parts of his past. 

People fought, it was normal, but childhood trauma had caused an impact on how the young man reacted to it. When voices, hands, or any objects around him and the person fighting the boy would cease up and go quiet as he watched the other in fear.

 Hearing it was just about the same. He felt like a child every time, had been belittled and called one too for his reactions. It wasn’t his fault, but…. This isn’t a story for now. For now, he just wanted to put his family, the only one he considered to be family, back together. He held himself slightly as he walked down the stairs, hungry munchkins following ad passing him by as they wanted to be fead. Before that, Spice needed to be let out.

Entering the kitchen to get to the back door, Curtis nearly jumped at the sight of Adam. He looked like hell. Dark, baggy, and blood shot eyes. His hair looked a bit greasy, skin paler, and he seemed to be drifting off into someplace else. “Morning,” Curtis hummed as he passed by the older. He wasn’t met with a reply. Looking over his shoulder, he turned the knob to let the dog out as Coffee hopped onto the counter. 

“Adam.” The professor blinked a bit before looking up. “Oh, morning.” The functioning eye glanced over to see a familiar kitty staring at him. Smiling faintly, he scratched behind her ears. “You didn’t come to bed last night,” Curtis stated hesitantly. He was working on the cat food as he tried to communicate. 

Taking a spoon, he put half of the wet food onto a small cat plate before passing it to Adam. The shorter placed his mug of coffee down before taking his daughter's food and giving it to her. “I know you both have to go,” was the only response Curtis got from his husband. Unsatisfied with this, the taller looked over the older. “Yes, we do. But even Iverson said you could come with us and still receive the same amount of pay. Your classes could be covered.”

He kept his voice low as to not stir anything. “He said the same thing last night,” Adam exhaled while bringing his mug to his lips again; Staring into space. “Oak isn’t that interesting Adam. Why don’t you want to do it? Someone can’t teach your students like you can? 

“That’s true but,” Curtis paused. What to say: “Remember what happened last time?”, “You never know what could happen.”, “It would be nice to have you on board again. Last time things went a lot smoother with your two’s team work.” 

They all sounded bad. It seemed that Adam was just upset over past choices, mistakes. He loved space, so did Shiro, but it was such a sour and painful topic now. Curtis was surprised they hadn’t quit and moved away from the Garrison. They lived in the same town as it, just further away from the actual town. Theri closest neighbor was about twenty minutes away by foot so it wasn’t too far but still. 

“It’s not oak Curtis, it’s mahogany,” Adam corrected. “Also, I know others can teach these kids, I’m not that crazy. I just…. I don’t want him going back out there.” Trying not to take offense to the lack of his own name being mentioned, Curtis let Spice back in before giving her a third of her own wet food can. 

“You couldn’t stop him the first time. It’s his dream to be out there, or it used to. He went forward with his dream and now is part of something even bigger than the Garrison. We can’t stop him from going.“It’s like negotiating with other countries now. Well, I don’t need to explain that to you but I’m just saying,” the male paused his rambling when a hand lightly rubbed his arm.

 Adam snorted a bit, he was really tried. He seemed slightly loopy from his reaction. “Curtis, breathe.” Crap, right. The taller took a breath before letting it out. “I’m saying he doesn’t have a choice. Allura is trying to run a planet, otherwise she’d probably be out there. But seeing as her people are trying to revolt against her husband, her hands are tied. 

“The coalition needs to be reminded of Voltron. It’s just a few shows and some care supply runs and any distress calls we get while we’re out there.” Curtis paused to look into Adam’s eyes. The scarred one seemed dull as normal, the life within was un known, but the other looked at him with a pleading no. “We don’t know how long we’re going to be out there…. That’s why we want you to come. We don’t want you to be alone. Well…. You and Coffee alone.” 

Like hell Curtis was leaving his baby Spicy-kins on Earth while he was in space! The eye feel back to the mahogany table before the other started to rub his wedding band. He wasn’t about to pull the same stuff from when it was just him and Shiro with Kerberos was he? 

The anxious hand was taken by another anxious one as Curtis offered a small smile. His thumb brushed along the scarred knuckles softly and lovingly. “We’re not throwing anything away. Our home will still be here when we get back. 

But we just don’t know when that will be and you know that. Your not putting your life on pause for us, or well… maybe you are. It’s your choice if you want to go.” He gently let the hand go before heading up stairs. 

He and Adam had the day off and the youngest figured Shiro was either in a meeting or had stormed off the night before or this morning. Climbing back into the white sheets, the male snuggled down for a nap. His mind had kept him up the night before and frankly…. He didn’t sleep much either. 

But, lips on his cheek and a gentle touch on his arm kept him from fully doing so. “I’m…. sorry,” Adam sighed softly. “Your right. It is putting my career on pause but looking at what happened last time, I think I’d rather be in space with you two.” Loving, sun kissed hands combed through chocolatey brown locks. 

“Hey, don’t apologize to me, but I’m glad you’ve calmed down. I know your upset and tense and you have all the right to be. But in the end it’s not in your control or power. Don’t worry about it too much.” Besides, Adam had the jobs of cocaption, and an assistant for Colleen Holt; But it wasn’t the same as his actual, paying job. 

The look of guilt on Adam’s face was rather devastating. He was normally always so well composed and just over all a mother like person. But this conversation seemed to have just broke him like that. Setting his husband’s coffee down, Curtis pulled the shorter onto him before rolling them over so he was laying on top of the other. 

Gentle kisses were scattered about, trying to take away the guilt that was eating at the man. “I love you,” he hummed softly. “I love you so much.” It wasn’t working too much as Adam still felt tears threatening to leave his eye. “I love you too,” the professor said weakly as he sat up more just to hug Curtis. Shiro had stormed out after being couch bound last night, after the two took a painful trip down memory lane. 

Curtis said nothing as he leaned forward so that Adam’s back was on the mattress. He didn’t know how long had gone by that they were in this position. Adam pinned between Curtis and the mattress, legs straightened and pinned between the younger’s open ones, arms wrapping around each other as chests touched. Lips found Adam’s face, neck, ears, anything they could as the other tried to soothe his love. 

It felt like hours before the small pity party ended. Then Adam became self conscious of acting like a child and started to try and squirm away. “Thanks,” he mumbled as he tried to compose himself once more. But his glasses were removed and placed on the same nightstand that held their morning beverages. 

“Kind of…. Need those,” the professor protested softly before leaning to grab them. He let out an unhuman noise before freezing, daring to glance up at Curtis. Oh no. “Your always so serious and hard on yourself. Maybe you need to relax, huh?” Adam didn’t need his glasses to see the smirk growing on the younger’s face, nor the clawed hands coming in to strike at him again. 

Curtis was easy to take down in a tickle fight as he was a living tickle spot, but maybe Adam had been a bit too slow to stop him and fight back. His reflexes kicked in as he threw himself back into the pillows and started laughing hysterically. 

“Nhahahahaha! Sthahahop, Curtis sthahahop!” Long limbs twisted and turned in an attempt to escape. Kicking out, alternating attempts to grab, cover, and distract, all from some skilled fingers working on his stomach. 

“You know, I heard some royalty used to actually have sessions like this before greeting their husbands. If I recall correctly it was to put them in a good mood? It’s been a while since I saw the post but who knows if it was real.” Of course, Curtis would just talk so casually about this topic while freaking destroying the other. 

It was like when Adam and Shiro were starting to get intimate. Curtis never really had much interest in intercourse so he’d either watch a movie and the other two would start or he’d be down stairs. But he was so casual. He would just start talking to them about theories, head cannons, writing qualities, etc., as if the two weren’t beside him. 

Adam fucking loved him. “Ah shahahahit! C-Curtis sthahahaop it!” Some hiccupy snorts left the older’s mouth as finger climbed up his ribs, vibrating each one softly. A spazzing torso started to twist and turn more, desperate to escape. Never once though had Adam tried to fight back this time, maybe it was helpful?

He did want Adam to be in a better mood, especially for when Shiro got home, but that didn’t really have to do with his motives. He wanted him to relax and just feel happy. The professor was always serious and stressed. Shiro would tell him about how Adam used to be and frankly he wanted to meet that Adam. But the only time he ever could was when they were having like a tickle fight or something silly. 

“C-Curtis,” the professor shrieked as he tried to use the mattress to hide his ears. It wasn’t working as his hands weren’t helping to protect them. They were trying to shove at the other’s face, hide his own face, or cover his mouth as he bucked and jerked about. It was a rotation of sorts but this was rather fun. 

“Nhahahaot thahahahere! Okay, okay!” His voice sounded a little off which caused the younger to quickly let up. Knuckles gently traced up and down the flushed cheek as the poor, older man tried to catch his breath. “You alright?” Curtis couldn’t hold back the shit eating grin, even after he’d given Adam his glasses back. Okay, put them on the man’s face again. 

He was met with a glare before a roll of the eyes from a soft kiss on the cheek. Such sweetness, Adam wasn’t even going to reward him with the warning of an oncoming danger behind him. Okay, that wasn’t true. He waited a moment before nodding up with a tired smirk. He would be avenged! “Hm?”Curtis glanced up at the last second and uh oh. 

A scarem let out before shrieks and cackles of laughter. Curtis thrashed about harder than Adam and the sides that weren’t attacked weren’t even a bad spot. Shiro snorted a bit, looking equally if not more shitty than Adam had before. The professor sat up, still trying to compose himself before he was greeted by his fluffy kitty. Smiling, he pulled her into a hug and leaned against the pillows. Let his man children fight their own battle. 

The worst came soon as Shiro seemed to not fully be feeling playful. He gave a faint smile before letting i fall as he trapped ankles under his arm. “No, no, no, no! S-Shiro!” Curtis was honestly too cute for this world. The shortest male chuckled before looking over his shoulder. “Say my name and I might stop.” What?! No fair! 

“Shiro!” This had Curtis feeling a bit upset as well now. Married for five years and he still couldn’t pronounce “Takashi”. “That’s a little much,” Adam hummed as he set his precious baby aside. “Maybe you should be a bit nicer to him, huh?” Shiro squeaked before leaning down. He kept his arm around Curtis’s ankles as his blue tooth hand found Adam’s side. 

It was more or less a three way tickle fight until the three were in a large cuddle pile on the messed up bed. Pants and left over giggles escaped all before Curtis snuggled more into Adam’s chest. Shiro, who was on the brunette’s shoulder, opened his eyes a bit before smiling. Adam repeated the action before they leaned down to share a few sweet kisses. 

Shiro wanted to keep going as he just needed reassurance after their fight, but he was too tired. He plopped his head back onto Adam before being met with a slight pout. “Sorry, sorry. Come here.” He went to pull Curtis forward but the other moved back. “No, no. It’s too late now,” the youngest teased. 

“Shut up and take your kiss,” Adam groaned before giggling from two hands vibrating on his stomach. Here they went again.

[marcellaereeves]

Ehhh so I was tagged by @hazelnatcoffee and @lasersheith to do a WIP tag game... *scratches head* I have like 15 sheith WIP alone, so I’ll put this under a read more D n D;; Also these are working titles, or what I’ve saved them as in my files so... [OS] = Oneshot [MC] = Multi-chapter [AU] = Alternate Universe [F] = Fragments verse [OSTK] = Officer Shiro/Teacher Keith verse [WBF] = Won’t be finished [PWP] = you know what this means ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  [D] = Darkfic (anything that is either outright dark/horror, or that deals with difficult issues) I’ll tag @tibbitoo and @ilovelocust Bc yay tagging games can never die maybe.

Sheith focused: “「０１」” Keith’s time between being kicked out of the Garrison and rescuing Shiro. [F] [OS]

“5+1″ Five times Shiro was Lance’s hero and one time he wasn’t. [F] [OS]

“AlluraKuron” Where Keith tries to take down an evil witch in the woods who brainwashed Shiro into thinking he was her husband. [AU] [WBF] [D]

“Animal Crossing” An animal crossing based fic where Keith plays AC and tries to get Shiro the wolf to give him his friend photo. [AU] [OS]

“Beauty and the Sheith” Beauty and the Beast fic. Keith is the Beast and Shiro is... Gaston?? [AU] [MC] [D]

“Binding Spirits” Altean witch Shiro and how he made Keith his Galra familiar. [AU] [OS] [D]

“Hand Job” Shiro goes to Pidge to have his hand updated when Vampire Keith comes in for affection/a snack. [AU] [WBF]

“Keith’s Fire” A study of “LOL HOTHEAD KEITH” Keith’s passionate nature from Shiro’s POV, prompt requested back before I got the flu. [F] [OS]

“On your knees soldier” Chapter 2 as a christmas gift for my wife (ah oops) [MC] [AU] [PWP]

“Project Kuron” Kuron accepting himself, Shiro accepting him too. Love the pupper shiro. [OS] [WBF] (probably) [D]

“Radio Chatter” During the Kerberos mission, Keith finds the old shack with its radio equipment and uses it to listen in to mission transmissions. [F] [OS]

“Selfies” Keith causes “trouble” for Shiro at work one night with the kind of selfies he sends. [AU] [OSTK] [PWP]

“Something wicked” Keith is sent to a facility dealing with adolescents in need of mental care for arson. He meets Shiro, a seemingly fine individual. [AU] [MC] [D] 

“Space Mafia” Keith is a space detective tasked with bringing down the Galra intergalactic crime syndicate. That is, until he’s kidnapped by three attractive clone triplets [AU] [MC] [D] 

“The Arusian’s Castle” Chapter 6, and possibly re-writing certain scenes. It’s about two lost HS students finding friendship in each other, and slowly falling in love. [AU] [MC] (it’s a sweet nothing story tbh. Fluff+e-sports+Trauma recovery)

“The Dealership” Pre-Kerb, Pre-pining. On the way to watch a movie, Keith sees a Heliocross dealership. Shiro takes one for a test-drive and (illegally) lets Keith ride it (Because he knows Keith is talented enough not to trash it) [F] [OS] 

“The Vassal” Keith decides his king is too stressed to focus, and decides to take matters into his own hands. [AU] [OS] [PWP]

Non-Sheith/VLD

“Saving Yuriy” [Beyblade] Set between S1/S2. After Daitenji takes custody of the Biovolt orphans, Kinomiya Ryu offers to take him in until a permanent home can be found for him. Forced to live with the boy who tried to kill him only weeks earlier for the whole summer, Takao learns there’s a scared child living under the icy exterior of the soldier. And Yuriy learns that Japan has a “No under 18′s drinking” policy which even growling threats at Ryu won’t change. [OS] [Yu/Taka] (This has been in my WIP’s since 2010, but I’d given up on writing during that time. UNTIL NOW)

“A Link to the Past” (shit title) [LoZ, Assassins Creed] Follows the plot of Desmond’s games p much. Modern!Link is abducted by an organisation which forces him to relive the lives of his ancestors to find the eight scattered fragments of the triforce. [AU] [MC] 

[itsyouraveragebooklover]

Together

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m back with another story but different pairing. This is a small Shiro and Allura drabble in honor of the season 3 premiere on Friday for Voltron! I love this pairing and hopefully did them justice.. I know it’s very short but I will be out of town so this was the quickest I could put something together. I hope everyone enjoys and without further ado let the story begin! The characters and story do not belong to me.

Summary: Still plagued by his reoccurring nightmares Shiro needed escape eventually leaving him to wonder the halls. However, as the black paladin searches for a distraction he soon learns how he isn’t the only one within the castle that’s restless and running from them.

The nightmares still plagued him. Often at moments they loved to greet him multiple times a week always eager for the next visit while he lay there desperate for slumber. Other times they graciously left him be but it still didn’t matter. The nightmares implanted a fear in him so deep that even once he was awake his mind would unconsciously reminisce. Either way the nightmares accomplished exactly what they wanted.

It had been the third time this week where he revisited his imprisonment aboard a Galra governed ship. The third time this week where he flung himself at Matt, panic and horror clearly written all over his features. The third time this week reliving the loss of his arm and endless shouting that burned his throat raw.

It had been the third time this week when he woke up gasping for breath sitting upright in a whirl. His heart thundered underneath the skin threatening to burst. It took moments to remember how to breath properly while the blood roared within his head clogging any coherent thoughts.

No matter how much Shiro avoided his past traumas, making a constant effort to move on still affected him more than he would have liked. But it helped to have found a new purpose. To have found this extraordinary mission of defending the universe. One which he dedicated himself to.

But even now the nightmares still influenced his performance and jeopardized the safety of his team. He had a duty as leader knowing full well how everyone depended on him for guidance. Shiro unintentionally became the driving force for the paladins by pulling everyone together when doubt started to circle. Something that became essential and had no room for error.

He had to work through his weaknesses but currently needed a distraction more than anything else. So that was exactly what he did as he wondered the halls not set on a particular destination. The corridor was dim except for a blue hue illuminating the path ahead. Twists and turns in several directions greeted him but he continued to navigate relying on instinct to guide him.

Shiro ran a tired hand over his face wiping the beads of sweat lingering along his brow. The silence was a comfort yet a curse. His mind couldn’t help but count the seconds tucking the information in case he ever needed to escape, not that he would. He had to reassure himself that it was only force of habit.

Slowly Shiro made a sharp right placing a hand against the wall for stability. His eyes wondered around taking in specific details then lazily looked over his shoulder in case he were followed. Another force of habit.

In the opposite hall towards the end harbored a glimpse of light escaping past a crack from a door. The curiosity in him peeked. Maybe someone was having a tough night as well and needed some escape.

He slowly turned checking his surroundings in case anyone happened to sneak up on him and continued down the other hall. Shiro made careful steps willing his body to remain quiet and keep the weight distributed equally for balance and stealth. The light neared with each step until finally he extended a hand to push open the door but hesitated.

Maybe whomever was inside needed privacy? Maybe they didn’t want to be disturbed?

The questions lingered but something inside Shiro screamed to enter and inspect the area for his own sanity. So he listened to that voice and did.

Lightly, ever so carefully he pushed aside the door and forced a step inside. The light brightened around him causing him to squint and adjust. Several blinks helped immensely while he finally swept his gaze over everything.

Shiro realized that he now stood inside the main control center of the castle. Ahead stood five chairs placed strategically apart from each other for maximum efficiency when combatting and forming plans. Behind them was where the princess commanded the castle, two pedestals usually on either side to place her hands on.

The room seemed empty until he noticed a figure emerging from another room and motioned for a map to appear within thin air. It never fazed to amaze him how Altean technology was so much more advanced than what humans use.

“Shiro?” Her voice questioned as he strolled closer to the princess. Allura fortunately noticed Shiro enter the chamber where everyone mostly spent their time. His features were heavy but he forced a small smile in reassurance which she didn’t buy for a second. Even his hair was tasseled a bit revealing a restless night.

“My apologies for interrupting princess,” he whispered to her a hand extended out.

A sigh escaped her, no matter how many times she urged for everyone to greet her as Allura the team sometimes still remained formal. Allura offered a smile to him gesturing for him to come closer. “You have nothing to apologize for Shiro. If you’re worried about being a nuisance then eliminate that thought from your mind. You could never bother me, you are always welcome here no matter what time of day it is.”

A warmth nestled its way into Shiro’s chest. He genuinely felt better just being around her. Allura always gave him confidence and calmed the ragging storm inside. Her wisdom and character was enticing, it naturally drew people in wanting more including himself.

“Allura what are you doing up this late? Shouldn’t you be resting?” He asked dodging her previous response.

Her blue eyes locked with his. They were clear and blue as the sky he distantly remembered on earth. It drew him back to when he gazed up at it wanting to go beyond towards the vast unknown. Wishing how he could have warned his younger self about the journey he was about to embark on. To warn him about his future imprisonment. A terrifying year spent fighting for his life and watching innocent creatures being taken from loved ones. But to also warn him about the people he would come to meet after. Those same people which became his family.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you the same?” She answered shifting the map over slightly with a mere hand. She focused inspecting each constellation carefully waiting for him to say something.

Shiro only exhaled wearily, “Couldn’t sleep.”

Allura glanced over her shoulder at him, her white locks cascading down her back like a waterfall. “Me too,” she stopped unsure if she should continue but changed her mind. “I had a bad dream. So I decided to come here and prepare for our next course of action.”

A big part of him sympathized with her and completely understood. She lost her planet, her home, and her people. Allura would stop at nothing to bring down the one person who caused it all. So she spent ever waking minute to achieving that goal.

He would offer for her to rest claiming how important it is for her to be alert and not deprived of sleep. But he knew he couldn’t because she would have asked the same of him. They both knew that if they returned to their respective beds it would do nothing for them. They would only lay there and hope for the sun to rise quickly.

“I had a nightmare as well..” his voice trailed off fighting the images which flashed across his mind. His glance away told Allura everything she needed to know. It was painful for him just as it was for her.

She grasped his hand within hers knowing he needed some courage. “About your time on the Galra ship?” She whispered.

It took him a moment to finally look at her, at their hands closed over one another. The look was painful but as he glanced at her something lightened. He nodded firmly.

She squeezed his fingers once, “Mine was about my father.” She felt a pang strike deep but continued, “And how I lost him, not once but twice.” Once the words escaped her lips started to quiver and eyes swell with tears. Allura never liked to feel vulnerable but it was different with Shiro. They shared a common fear but also shared a common hope.

Shiro carefully wrapped his arms around her, one hand planted on the crown of her head feeling the soft hair beneath. The other gently around her back ready to pull away if she needed.

Her hands snaked around his middle feeling a small comfort bloom. She felt his chest rise and fall with each breath, mighty and strong.

“Thank you,” Allura murmured voice clearly laced with relief. Relief for having someone who understands her even if its only a little. Relief for not having to go through something alone. She was sure he felt the same.

Whatever the two would face within the future they both knew that they had each other. They knew that they had their team and family. They knew that no matter the situation or the many nightmares which haunted them that they would get through this. But not only would they get through it individually allowing themselves to move on and become stronger, they would do it together.