Spicy Dinosaur

// Hanakotoba Zine has donated $20,000 to charity: water with the dedication in honor of Love //

We’re so incredibly excited to finally be able to make this donation. It has been almost a year of hard work, and this donation will be sponsoring two wells, providing clean water to people in developing countries. We will keep everyone updated on the wells that we’ve sponsored and every time we get an update, you will too.

You did this. The support of this entire fandom, this entire community, has been absolutely overwhelming. That is why we decided on the dedication in honor of Love. Shiro and Keith’s love, our love, your love, none of this would be possible without it.

Thank you so much.

I’m so excited to start sharing my pieces for @HanakotobaZine! I worked on Skipping Stones with @lightningstrikes-art and @velowsa and I love them both so much. Their pieces for it are amazing and this book quite literally changed my life. 

Sheith, H/C, 2.5k 

Based upon @velowsa‘s amazing Voltron: Legendary Defender/Gargoyles crossover - see her lovely pictures here. Thank you for letting me write this story! 

Summary: Keith had been falling for most of his life; then he met Shiro. 

Warning: Suggestive sexual situations.

Story on AO3. 

 It was selfish, Keith knew. Kolivan had been there for him since his first arrest, sat him down after his second, and refused to let there be a third. Keith owed everything to Kolivan – his apartment, his job, his life. Keith would have found himself dead in some back alley for telling off the wrong gangbanger instead of the youngest detective in the NYPD history, if not for the current commissioner.

 It should have been a no brainer for Keith to go to Kolivan with Shiro’s – rather, Hunk and Pidge’s – request. The two tech-heads wanted to study the robotic gargoyles, which were currently in the evidence lockup downtown. He just needed Kolivan’s permission to obtain possession, but Keith couldn’t bring himself to enter the commissioner’s office. Instead, he stopped by Starbucks and brought out their entire cakepop inventory.

Up the elevator to the top floor of the precinct, then up another flight of stairs to the clocktower, Keith found a short, green-skinned gargoyle perched upon the back of the recliner in the living area. Pidge clicked away on Keith’s old laptop before her amber eyes glared over the rim of her glasses, judging.

“You didn’t bring the robotic gargoyles for Hunk and me to study.”