Five times that no one was thinking of Shiro as a dad.

“Give me a minute. Or five." Keith had totally planned it from the beginning, and Shiro didn't mind. Not at all.

Keith can't have nice things. That's it. That's the story. (Or, in which Keith slowly learns that sometimes the best family is the one you make, Pidge has strong feelings about peanuts, Lance has a secret but would've spoken up sooner if he'd known it would break Keith's brain, Hunk is the actual best, and Shiro is just relieved he didn't have to give anyone the Talk.)

or alternatively titled "The Space Power Rangers Try to Figure Out If Shiro Has a Natural Winged Eyeliner Look Going On Because He's Fly Like That or Not and End Up Failing"

Of course, someone has to disturb the peace. “Hey Pidge! About the Blue Lion, could you-OH MY GOD YOU’RE BLEEDING!” Pidge looks down and finds that yes…they are. Huh. There’s a dark line of red running down their leg…hey when did that happen? Pidge doesn’t remember doing anything that could-OH. MY. GOSH. THEY’RE BLEEDING! IT’S BLEEDING BUT NOT THAT KIND OF BLEEDING.

The day the rest of the team found out Keith is a former K-Pop idol.

"Well, you can't ALL be the space prostitute." Coran protested, then appeared to muse it over. "Although..."

I received a request to write an AU wherein humans were marked by their lifetime bonds with patterns on their arms. Romantic love, family, friendship, and enemies are all fair game, but Keith has gone his whole life without a single mark. That is, until he got stranded in space with the members of team Voltron and Allura and Coran. Romantic Klance +platonic ot5. Follow me on tumblr @lissa-molloy for more Voltron fun.

Lance can knit sweaters for people as well [Gen, MAJOR SPOILERS for up to episode 6]

Slumped in the common room, sweaty and gross, it started simply with: “No offense guys, but right now I’d kill you all for a chocolate bar.”

It was supposed to be an easy mission: a Galra base that was, for all intents and purposes, abandoned on a primitive planet. Get in, download the base's info logs, get out. Simple. Of course, when Lance realized he was going to be put together with Keith on this mission, simple went out the window.

Keith pinches his eyes shut, slamming the book down again and swiveling to face Lance. “Oh my god,” he groans, standing up and crossing the two feet between them before Lance can get out a word. He grabs Lance’s face between his hands (perhaps a bit rougher than needed, but hey, he’s always wanted to slap Lance’s stupid face) and the last thing he sees is an expression of pure surprise before he leans down and presses his lips against Lance's. It’s a peck, and it lasts a second, and then it’s over. Keith leans back, releasing Lance’s face, and hisses, “There.”

What happens in the lion stays in the lion. Shiro needs some down time, and the lion thinks he's too stubborn for his own good.

Five Times Shiro couldn't be knocked off balance, one time he was, and one time he trusted the team to see. Or, when sibling bonding goes wrong. (Standalone story: You do NOT need to read the previous in the 'series' for this)

"Hot space catboy Shiro, please. Just hanging out with his tail and ears sticking out of his uniform, or going into heat, or maybe affectionately head-rubbing all of the crew. Anything with catboy!Shiro."

Being away from Earth means going without heat suppressants. This proves to be a problem for Lance who has been avoiding his heats since puberty. Lucky for him Shiro and Keith are willing to help. “I thought that was why you were being such a jerk.” Keith’s feet shuffled over over the carpet. “You know. Another omega in your space?” “No, I just really find you annoying.”

Lance has an epiphany and Keith makes a confession. Also, they fuck.

The paladins introduce Allura to the age-old Earthling game of truth or dare. Keith shares unwelcome knowledge about his sex habits. Hunk may or may not eat a sock. Somehow, sexual tension and relief ensues. Also, there are jokes.

Keith just wants to spend some quiet time outside. But then there's Hunk and rain and an offer of a dry shirt to replace his wet clothes.

Damn puberty. Lance blames space. Space puberty. Space puberty is making life super difficult for him--especially since now, he can't STOP looking at Shiro and his buff arms and his great thighs and his great actually everything. [Lance, due to the wonders of Space Puberty, is super into Shiro. Only problem is, he's not exactly sure what else to do besides desperately obsess over how hot their leader is.]

Keith stood under the hot spray of the shower head, his eyes closed as he focused inward, trying desperately to regain some sense of composure. He wasn’t quite certain what was wrong with him today; he was the one moving out of sync in their training exercises, he’d run himself into an invisible maze-wall so hard he was dizzy for a quarter hour after it, and he swore he could still feel the static jolt under his skin. When Shiro had touched his shoulder, eyes concerned, his touch was like a fresh electric current and Keith had yanked himself away.

"The first time it happens, Pidge is just a moment shy of passing out."

In which a species of alien flower plays matchmaker. Or, the obligatory sex pollen story.

"Oh," Allura says sheepishly. "Oh no, that was just me." Shiro's eyes widen. "It...wasn't the shapeshifting?" "No," Allura says. "Just my normal level of strength." "Oh," Shiro says blankly. "Oh. Okay."

They say no plan survives contact with the enemy; Shiro probably needs to keep that one in mind. Lance pushes everything, like he can't help himself. In retrospect, Shiro has no idea why he expected anything else from him in bed.

Keith thinks he's about to get rickrolled. Keith is mistaken. When he opens the email, all it says is Saw this and thought of you, happy birthday buddy, followed by a link to a video hosted on a Google drive. Keith gives it a long look, weighing suspicion against curiosity, the fact that he knows the sender of the email against the fact that he knows the sender, and then shrugs suspicion aside. He's probably about to get rickrolled, but whatever. He clicks the link. It's not a rickroll.

In which Lance is easily distracted, and Keith is quick to exploit that. So the thing Lance has learned about Keith is that he has a long, long memory. It's selective as hell, but if Keith cares enough about something to notice it in the first place, he'll never forget it. And because it's Keith, he'll usually remember whatever it is at the worst possible time.

Lance likes games. Through a lot of trial and error, this is what Keith has learned: the more random and casual Lance is being, the closer Keith needs to be listening, because it means Lance is trying to tell him something important.

Just because an alpha can go through rut alone doesn't mean he should. "Okay." Lance's palms were sweaty with what he was about to say. He was about to break so many rules. "Cards on the table, guys. We got any omegas sitting here?"

Post Season 1, Shiro and Pidge crash-land on a deserted planet and need to rely on each other to survive the aftermath of the battle with Zarcon. (written prior to Season 2 airing; this is an AU where Pidge and Matt are identical twins.)

The rhythmic squeaking of the table legs somehow managed to be the loudest sound in the room, which seemed odd to Keith considering Lance was carrying on as unabashedly loud as he ever did

The steam was fogging up the bathroom too badly to see through the glass doors of the shower, but Lance didn’t need to see any farther than a few inches from his face right now anyway.

Keith and Shiro play chicken. Sex chicken. Everybody wins. "What do you think you're doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing?" Shiro has an excellent poker face; it doesn't even flicker when he says, "Demonstrating the male version of the human reproductive system. Why are you doing it on my lap?"

Matt has a plan to get Shiro laid; Shiro has a lot of misgivings about this. "Shiro. Buddy. I swear on everything I hold holy—" "You're an atheist," Shiro points out. "—I swear on the grave of Carl Sagan and in the name of Neil deGrasse Tyson," Matt says, not missing a beat, "that if you go home alone tonight, it'll be your own personal decision and not because you won't have other options."

One might think that after spending six years serving as a Galaxy Garrison senior officer, leading dozens of dangerous missions into enemy territory, personally overseeing the deaths of Zarkon’s highest generals, and getting his arm blown off only to be replaced by a weaponized prosthetic against his will, Shiro would be prepared for anything the Universe threw at him. He was not prepared for Keith and Lance.

“Actually we’re open,” he explained. He didn’t get it. “Open?” “To having sex with strangers.” Wait— Oh. Oh.

Lance and Keith had no idea what they were in for when Hunk joined them for an early-morning workout... AKA: Keith and Lance realize that they are both very gay, and that Hunk is very Hot

Shiro's heat hits, and Keith helps him with what he needs

Keith finds himself shaken after the events in Bevelle, his resolve to cleanse the world of Sin wavering in the face of doubt. Fortunately, he isn't alone.

Heat fic. 'Nuff said.

I have a policy. When I am sent hate, I write them porn. Here's to you, Nonny. Lance and Keith like to make bets. Shiro near always benefits, but this time he becomes a player.

Based on a prompt from tumblr: Prom prompt: Shiro/Ulaz Wait, I think my phone autocorrected that to prom. Well, do what you want... So I did : )

Lance discovers he has the hots for Keith. Then he discovers that Keith is, quite literally, hot for Lance.

Matt just wanted to distract Shiro. It worked, but not the way he was thinking.

Allura is acting a little strange. Shiro is asked to help, and he accepts enthusiastically.

His arm wasn't the only thing the Galra changed. They also gave him certain... needs. Shiro learns to make it work for him.

When looking into the code Pidge hacked in Shiro's arm, Matt finds something. Shiro sees an opportunity.

The youngest prince of Atlantis goes looking for the Sea Witch in hopes of turning human. He never makes it that far.

To get to the pollen the team needs, someone has to appease the plant guardian. Shiro steps up.

Keith tells the truth, makes a friend, and bleeds. Lotor falls hard. “Did you… Did you seduce the enemy?” Lance asks. “I didn’t know you had it in you.” Keith frowns. “I didn’t seduce him.” Silence descends and it’s one of those moments when he’s not in on the joke, because everyone is sharing looks. “I didn’t,” Keith repeats.