you take the dark and carve me out a home

“Is this okay?”
Keith asks this a lot. He knows Shiro doesn’t understand him, but he asks anyway and Shiro seems to like it. Most creatures like to be talked to. Cryptids like Shiro and the others at the facility are no different. The words don’t matter. They respond to Keith's voice, his inflection, his body language. Even if they aren’t intelligent enough to understand what permission is, they trust Keith more for asking for it.

In which Keith has a crush and Shiro understands better than he thinks.

The Sheriff knew Stiles had found his not-so-little surprise when he went completely silent.

“Dad?” he called.

“Yeah, son?” John called back.

“Why is there a werewolf in the living room?”

Yellow was sent here to kill, but he's not exactly doing a very good job of it. Between faking expertise as the ship's electrician, avoiding the suspicion of his peers, and trying not to melt down out of sheer panic, he hasn't managed much in the way of sabotage and murder.

Then one of his crewmates finds out what he really is—and instead of having Yellow killed, White wants to know more. A lot more.

“When I was younger, I always thought that it was strange,” Barnaby said, raising his eyes again. “The word ‘Sternbild’ means constellation in German. Yet we can’t see the stars from here. The city lights cover them.”

Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter's help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn't been enough to dim Draco's obsession with him.

Hermione Granger is lost.

More than a year after the war, she struggles to find the right path for her life outside of Hogwarts. Still haunted by fear and loss, and faced with a new world that seems less promising than she’s always imagined, Hermione feels herself caught at a dead end — and the nightmares don’t help, either.

When she runs into a familiar face on the night of her birthday, Hermione feels a spark of hope for the first time in a long time. Then, an opportunity for a fresh start presents itself, along with an old nemesis who seems to reignite her need to fight: both for herself, and for the life she’s always wanted.

Hermione jumps headfirst into a journey that forces her to face all of the things she wants to forget, while learning to cherish the messy, beautiful things she is called to remember — scars and all.

A post-war, slow-burn, enemies to lovers Dramione story about healing, redemption, and second chances. Featuring a full cast of your favourite snarky Slytherins.

The sprawling mountains of the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary offered a perfect chance for renewed self-discovery. Lush landscapes. Majestic beasts. It was intended to be Hermione’s escape. Except, she hadn’t been alone in that plan.

Four years had passed since she last saw him, and to her knowledge, no one else in Britain had either. Rumours had sprouted like plants under a Herbivicus Charm after he failed to return for the second half of their final year at Hogwarts. Even Hermione hadn’t been able to resist the question in nearly every student’s mind: Where had Draco Malfoy gone?

Apparently, she now had the answer.

Chapters:
1/1

Fandom:
Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating:
Explicit


Warnings:
No Archive Warnings Apply


Relationships:
Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Keith & Shiro (Voltron), Minor or Background Relationship(s)


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


Additional Tags:
Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Sharing a Bed, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Nightmares, Galran Customs, Minor Allura/Lance (Voltron), Minor Kolivan/Krolia (Voltron), Minor Hunk/Pidge | Katie Holt


Summary:

But Shiro doesn’t bring the sun, because that’s Keith. Keith is the one who brings warmth, hidden in the gentleness of his eyes and the curve of his cheekbones. The slope of his smile sets Shiro on fire.
Shiro doesn’t do that. Shiro brings clouds and shadows and rain that’s so fucking cold it seeps into his bones every day and turns them to ice, and it feels like he’s always just one misstep away from shattering against the ground.
God, how he wants to shatter.