#ghost keith

Have you ever wanted to read a ghost!Keith and human!Lance fic where Keith is literally from the 80s. Do you love angst and heartbreak but also romance? Do you like kissing ghosts? This may be the fic for you!

Check out my fic, give me feedback (pls be at least a little nice) .-. The idea was bouncing in my head driving me crazy so here we are.

of course! thanks for the rec <3 - k

Ignorance is Bliss by YouAreInAComaWakeUp (30/30 | 172,678 | Teen and Up)

As it turns out, learning that your house is haunted makes the ghosts a lot more aggressive. Who knew? Ah, well. At least one of them is hot. And he's the less-evil one, too, so that's always a plus.

//suicide //character death

The first storm of Shiro's new career comes spectacularly quickly.

One moment, the sun is shining and there are a few gray clouds on the distant horizon. And the next, the sky darkens and the wind picks up.

Shiro doesn't need the radio to tell him what's coming.

Outside, the ocean rages. He can hear its fury just beyond the edge of his new home. A chill settles in his bones as he grabs a raincoat and makes his way up the winding tower stairs to the lights. Rain pummels him.

In theory, he knows how to operate them.

In practice, he's winded by the time he finally reaches the top. It's been a couple of months since his discharge, and his body is still recovering from the injuries of that fateful flight.

He doesn't let that stop him from approaching the machinery. He can't fail here. He stares at it, trying to make sense of the knobs and levers when a familiar ghost suddenly materializes right next to him.

Keith's hair waves in the gusty wind, pulling away from his angular face. Those eyes stare at Shiro like they can see right through him.

"First time," Shiro explains.

The ghost's expression softens and he points toward one of the buttons.

"You sure?" Shiro asks hesitantly, brain suddenly blank. He can't remember a damn thing about this mechanism.

The ghost nods.

The lighthouse keeper presses it and hears the slow, ponderous creak of machinery coming to life.

Keith gestures at a crank and makes the motion to turn it clockwise. The lights rotate into place when Shiro does it while heavy raindrops crash around them.

Before Shiro can blink, the rain is sleet and the wind has turned into a gale. His raincoat flaps around and his face is half-numb from the cold. Water streams down his back as he fiddles with the controls again.

The lights flicker between crashes of thunder and briefly fail.

Shiro doesn't know what to do. Panic rises as the giant lamps lay silent and dark against the night.

"Shit," he yells over the wind.

The ghost puts his hand on Shiro's shoulder and shakes his head.

"Here." He points to a breaker.

Shiro flickers it off and on, and after a few tries, the lamps come back to life again. Slowly, they begin to rotate, casting their glow across the ocean.

The ghost smiles at him.

"Thanks." Shiro is grinning and he doesn't care.

The weather is doing a number on him, and he's pretty sure it's about to carry his ghost right off the tower. Keith looks like a wet rat for all that he's also smiling.

Are ghosts affected by the wind? "We should head back."

Keith gestures to the stairs.

"You first!" Shiro protests.

"I'm fine." The ghost starts to fade. "Go!"

Shiro wants to argue, but Keith is gone before he can. So he makes his way down to the ground, wet and cold and a little sad. And thankful even for the brief company of someone who knows what they're doing.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34826005/chapters/86719363

Summary: Lance buys a building to set up a flower shop. Unfortunately, his new shop comes with extras in the form of a ghost. The ghost insists he is not dead. Can Lance help the ghost figure out how to return to his body or move on? And why does Lance feel like he will miss his ghostly friend when he is gone? He can't be falling for a ghost, can he?

When Harry went to Hogwarts there was a group of ghosts they were..... strange to say the least. No one only a few ghosts knew their names, and they wouldn’t tell a single soul their name’s. They went by Paladins of the colour of the lions that followed them, the sixth went by advisor and the last Shiro but no one could find their names in history books. A group of seven, five followed by lions. 

The lions had a ghostly hue with a bright colour emanating off of them.

Blue, Green, Red, Yellow, and the assumed pride leader, Black. Black was the biggest followed by Yellow, then Blue, followed by Red, and finally Green. Each followed a ghost with mysterious ease, sometimes looking at people if considering them for something but never deciding.

They each stayed at a table two at the Slytherin table, one of which had the Paladin name of the Red Paladin he was with tall and lanky with freckles covering his body, short hair, a few big scars, and rumour had it that in life he had beautiful eyes that seemed to hold an entire ocean, he appeared to wear a long cloak with robes underneath along with some armour, the reputation he carried for being a massive flirt was no lie he would flirt with any year seven even went after the Blue and Black Paladins -he failed with Blue not Black- he also bore a marking of what appeared to be a bruise of a rope on his neck. The Red lion would follow him around purring and nudging and -rarely nipping- for attention. The other a smaller person half the time you could here them teasing each other, she had short hair that makes her look like a boy, she also bore similar scars but had less as if protected or missing during all the important battles, she wore the same outfit as the other Paladins. Her own lion would stand there and observe with here for what appeared to be hours on end. From what Harry had learned from Hermione -who had been told a bit by the Green paladin for her amazing aptitude for knowledge- she was the youngest Paladin.

The Slytherin’s had bragged at least several times that both of their Paladins were pure-bloods, when the Paladins found out the Slytherins ended up having a very large mess in their common room for seven months, they never did it again.

On the other end of the spectrum at the Hufflepuff table were two resided.

The Yellow Paladin and the Black Paladin.

The Yellow Paladin had a bandana wrapped around his head, short hair, he had a smile on his face all the time except for when he was worrying, the fact that he had some scars but not as much as the others, he always had a spark in his eyes at the feast, he would help the house elves cook, you could always tell when he did everyone went hard on grabbing as much food as they could. He was quite chubby though no one said it aloud apparently, one year someone called him “fat” the Paladins made that person suffer for the rest of their time a Hogwarts. The Yellow lion would follow purr nudge and listen to his rants about the food. The Black Paladin was the second smallest of the group with a mullet -as of from the 80s though probably much, much older-, he had eyes that would slit and glow yellow when extremely mad, there was a scar that went up his left cheek down his neck, some people say Shiro gave it to him then it was debunked the fact they are half brothers, to quote Ron “no one in their right mind would maim their sibling” Shiro had looked so ashamed as Ron said that, when he wouldn’t come to dinner the Red Paladin or one of the others -most of the Red Paladin- be playing with a small cat most people theorized that he’s an animimagi he denied as the black lion just rubbed her face against his hand. 

Whenever Slytherin and Hufflepuff had a quidditch match or one was beating the other at the house cup it seemed a flare was sparked between the Red and Black Paladins that had many insults thrown and often the Green Paladin would scream at them to “SHUT UP AND KISS ALREADY!” to which a truce came into existence to bring down the Green Paladin. To which they would kiss over her head and at the same time ask if she was happy now? The answer would always be “it was worth it” or “put me down or I’ll skin you two dead!” 

At the Ravenclaw table two people sat there the ‘advisor’ and the Blue Paladin or Princess, they had somewhat of a father daughter relationship.

They had bright hair and two weird markings under their with pointed ears.

The Blue Paladin had a crown with long flowing hair her cheek markings always glowed a bright pink, she wore a dress and a cloak cut of at the elbows she had a hole in her stomach an assumed stab wound, she could so regally like royalty which she apparently was it made total sense she usually was the peace maker between the Paladins, she and the Blue lion would often mother the rest of the Paladins and lions -except for the Blacks that was the Reds job- but would not hesitate to tease them, all of the Ravenclaws respected her who wouldn’t she’s smart intelligent and beautiful, also because boys fell at her feet. The advisor had blue markings, with a fancy suit -”not this century!” “Ow you’re kidding me Black” “none of us are!”- he often would speak in charms and potions on things that only the Flitwick and the seven years -Hermoine and a couple Ravenclaws- could understand, he would also spout things like Yalmors and Weblums along with balmarans, no one except the other Paladins, Luna, anyone who read the Quibbler, and Dumbledore would understand.

The last Paladin was Shiro he had a scar right across his nose and his right arm was missing no one knew how but then again no one knew much about them. He was the Black Paladins half brother and now and again you would see him leave the Gryfindor table to talk to Hufflepuff Paladins other times all the Paladins would sit a table and just talk.

The last thing Harry expected to find when he was looking for a place to host the D.A. meetings were the two of the Paladins laughing and talking.

“Keith ha! we are definitely gonna win against Hufflepuff!”  “What makes you say that Lance? You gonna cheat?” He saw the Black Paladin - no Keith- talking to who he assumed was Lance.

 “No I’ve already got the most competitive Hufflepuffs head out of the game.” 

“Really?” Keith said raising an eyebrow. 

As he watched Lance lean down and kiss Keith. Harry almost immediately backtracked walking out of the room. Two thought repeating in his head ‘nope nope nope’ along with ‘I know to Paladins names’

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron) Additional Tags: Ghost Keith (Voltron), Virgin Keith (Voltron), Incubus Shiro (Voltron), Sex Worker Shiro, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Halloween, Anal Play, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, First Time, Unfinished Business, Switching, Keith is an 80s boy and it has almost zero relevancy, hints of past Keith/Romelle, Temperature Play Series: Part 16 of Sheith Monster Fuckers 2019 Summary: