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stargazing

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2/2!! I updated my Shatt fic after so long! Finally finished… This one drained my entire SOUL, but I finally tried my hand at smut. Check it if you’re up for a medium length read.

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A Birthday Present to @luddlestons from @beelsebutt !!

they commissioned this a few weeks ago and requested i post it here so happy birthday dude!!! 

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[Greaser AU Shatt Fic]

(((hi welcome back to my highly self-indulgent greaser au ft this polished turd of a doodle from yesterday that i wrote a dumb fic for god this is some gay shit i can’t even believe also i suck at titles please validate me!))) 

Word Count: ~1400   Possible blood mention TW? and some cussing, but pretty tame overall.

Matt barely took note of the first plink at his bedroom window when it led him to that grey space between wakefulness and dreams.  The shifting imagery in his mind translated the sound into a water droplet falling into a puddle.  The second one was more like a pebble in his bathroom sink, louder but poor reverb.  Bad acoustics…

His eyelids fluttered open, sticky-feeling and heavy, when the third knock brought him back to full consciousness.  Still exhausted, however, it took one last rap to make him peel his blanket off and investigate.  Groggy and annoyed, Matt assumed it was just some form of precipitation, so when his eyes adjusted to the amber street light from outside, the silhouette below his window made his heart stop—until he recognized the figure.

“Shiro?” he breathed to himself before lifting the pane.  Damp night air sloshed over Matt’s skin as he leaned over the windowsill to hiss down, “Are you seriously tossing pebbles right now?”

“Beans,” Shiro corrected.  He spoke above a whisper, but not so loud as to wake the other Holts. With nonchalance, Shiro pulled his hand from his pocket and tossed another bean passed Matt’s face and into his room, as if to prove it.

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Shiro: This is my worst birthday ever.

Matt: Why, because we’ve been captured by aliens?

Shiro: No, because it’s a little humid—YES BECAUSE WE’VE BEEN CAPTURED BY ALIENS.

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my final piece for the @miro-zine

good old pre kerberos time. both fresh in love.

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you said for forever, you said together

read it on ao3 at https://ift.tt/2GYtdKh by pyrality

by pyrality

Shiro thinks this is what it feels like, the beginning of putting down roots. He thinks it feels a lot like home.

Words: 4812, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Matt Holt, Shiro (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Lance (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron)

Relationships: Matt Holt/Shiro

Additional Tags: background mentions of klance, Relationship Study, Character Study, Experimental, Long Distance Relationship, Established Relationship, Alcohol, Snapshots, graduate students matt and shiro, undergrad students klance and allura, nonbinary pidge, featuring: ponytail gremlin keith

read it on ao3 at https://ift.tt/2GYtdKh

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when will those pecs return? 

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Shiro texting Keith: I just walked into this party and someone yelled dibs

Matt texting pidge: KATIE I’M REALLY DRUNK AND I FUCKEF UP SOME HOT GUY WALKED INTO THE PARTY AND I YELLED DIBS

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Some great boys <3

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this started out with me thinkin about shiro as some kind of generic greaseball street thug and as i went along my train of thought went: hmm greasers….. greaser boyfriends…. grease is the word…..

!

Grease AU

Grease AU

G R E A S E!!! AU!!!

consider:

matt goes from his garrison nerd form to Hot Stuff???

the black lion as grease lightning???

klance as kenickie/rizzo ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)???

the dances

…i know it’s silly but i had a lot of fun thinking about it.  and i’m just sayin, we need that voltron musical episode…  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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fallin 4 u

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@shiromattweek started yesterday 

im late but whatever

also these prompts are better than klance week so i might stick with them >:) 

departure, on their way to kerberos 

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my usual after-season fanart featuring ugly shiro and my new favourite ship

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MORE VALENTIMES. 

this is the prettiest shiro i have ever drawn

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me: *finds someone else who hcs matt holt as bisexual* me: friend (◕‿◕✿)

honestly i’ve been headcanoning him as bisexual long before season 4 (boy oh boy i’ve read some GOOD shalluratt fics). and now even more!hmm,,, i had an unfinished lil thing drawn somewhere and now’s as good time as ever to post it

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Telling Tall Tales

Pairing: Shatt Word Count: 273 Prompt: “That’s not how I remember it happening.” Prompter: ShattSunday April Challenge - 5 Line Prompt #1 Notes: Writing this for the @shattsunday April Challenge. It’s a bit weird to say I’m filling a prompt since I wrote the prompts this month hahaha so the prompter is really…me? LOL weeeiiird! 

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“That’s not how I remember it happening,” Pidge muttered to Lance.

Lance leaned closer, his eyes still on Shiro as he told everyone else the tale of how he and Matt had trashed the Garrison library on graduation day. “How’d it really happen then,” he asked quietly. “You weren’t there, were you?”

Pidge snorted softly. “Of course I was. I may have been just a kid, but I remember. His graduation was a big deal.”

Matt cuts in and talks over Shiro, gesturing wildly as he describes their great plot to vandalise the library in protest of the Garrison putting Shiro on posters without his permission. Keith is shaking his head and looking amused, but Hunk, Allura, and Coran are all hanging on his every word.

“That was dad’s idea,” Pidge snorted

“You dad was there?” Lance asked, nudging her with his elbow. “Come on, you have to tell me now!”

Pidge smirked and leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Someone in their class snuck in some alcohol and they got drunk, wandered into the library, and managed to knock several shelves down.”

Lance clasped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from making too much sound. He didn’t believe it. Not Shiro the Hero!

“Then,” Pidge continued, laughter in her voice, “they went crying to dad about it, terrified they’d get kicked out of the Garrison. You should have seen them. Red-faced and crying like toddlers. And still drunk.”

Lance lost it and started laughing. The imagery was just too much. Across the room, both Matt and Shiro looked over and narrowed their eyes.

“Pidge, what are you telling him?”