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Stars From Me

Chapter 1: Keith | Chapter 2: Pidge | Chapter 3: Lance

Summary: Shiro is just looking to escape the ever-expanding Galra empire and maybe his memories, too. If that means wrangling giant space lizards for a living, so be it. He definitely doesn’t intend to adopt a lost teen. Or four.

AKA: Five times Shiro gives someone a second chance and one time they join together to prove he deserves one, too.

Chapter 3 is up!

Excerpt:

Shiro is so focused on staring down the retreating cowards, he almost forgets about the boy they left behind until said boy grabs him around the arm, and it takes every bit of self-mastery Shiro has not to throw him too.

“Dude!” cries the boy. Instead of looking nervous or shaken, his blue eyes are bright with excitement. “That was AWESOME! You were just all like—” The boy’s voice drops “Don’t mess with me—and then you freaking threw him like he was nothing! Where’d you learn to do that? Are you actually human? Wait, no. Are you the Terminator?”

Lance ❤️

It's a short answer, but he's the first one to come to mind.....

Ice to Meet You

In Keith’s defense, he hadn’t planned on this being an exceptional Tuesday. He was wearing his regular jeans, beneath his regular coat, while making his regular coffee run. In retrospect, he was wearing different shoes— having brought his snowboots to work (and for good reason considering the sleet they got midday)— and it was only said boots that kept him upright as a young man went careening into him while leaving his coffee run.

Keith caught him with one arm, leaning back into the wall to support both their weight as the man in his arms fell directly into his chest, one arm wrapping around Keith’s waist and a mittened hands fisting in his coat above his heart to try and save him from the icy sidewalk.

“I’m so sorry—”

“Are you ok?” Keith asked, gripping the other man more securely, hand pressed between is shoulder blades.

“I should be asking you that!” He said, testing his weight on his feet and wobbling. Keith pulled him close, letting him use his body for support. He slowly righted himself, bringing them face to face.They froze, Keith blushing as he found himself looking directly into this stranger’s deep blue eyes.

They undoubtedly lingered for too long, gazing at each other as the cold Tuesday swirled around them, Keith’s hand sliding down and flexing nervously against the waist of this person he found himself inexplicably drawn to. The man in his arms, flushed from the cold and breathless from the fall, seemed similarly entranced, full lips falling open and blue eyes fluttering open and closed. Keith couldn’t help a smile. He felt the sudden urge to close the distance between them— it wouldn’t be hard— and kiss him.