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“Without you, my life would have been a lot different.”
After everything they’ve been through, these two deserve a happy reunion and some peace and quiet together. I hope they’ll get their chance in Season 4!
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pulsatsiya:
Keith’s closeness was the only thing that felt real. He believed that he knew every detail of the man he loved, so intimately that the Galra could never hope to replicate him in a hallucination. Just like all the times that wicked sorceress had teased him with rescue, this also hadn’t quite felt real.
Until Keith.
His answer was as expected and delivered with such fierce loyalty that Shiro had to lift his gaze and look him in the eyes. This was his Keith. He managed a watery smile then, like Keith’s mere presence was crumbling walls Shiro had attempted to build.
"Let’s hope this is the last time.“
He flinched then, pained, when Keith’s hand came close and brushed into his hair but before the other could pull away, Shiro pushed into the movement. He slid down against Keith, curling up on the bed and half sliding into Keith’s lap while doing what he could to press his face into Keith’s abdomen and hide. Like he had done years before when life had been too hard.
Only this time it wasn’t long before Keith’s shirt was wet. "N-No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t s-strong enough.”
Shiro’s flinch hadn’t been lost on Keith, and for a moment he wondered if it had been too soon, if he shouldn’t have taken the liberty of touching Shiro like that. But then Shiro reciprocrated and Keith exhaled again, in utter wonder and adoration. And also gratitude, thanking whatever gods were out there, or fate, or whatever had made it possible that he got to enjoy this moment.
He was about to answer, but his breath got caught in his throat when Shiro’s head ended up in his lap. He was rather ashamed of how his cheeks turned red. This...wasn’t the right moment. But his body was simply so happy to be near Shiro.
It just got worse when Keith noted Shiro cried, and he gasped, unable to stay quiet. “No, you’ve been the strongest.” Keith corrected him carefully, and stroked his hand through the long, touseled hair. He massaged Shiro’s scalp gently. “They tried to bring you down, but they never managed. You’re here, you’re back. And because of you, Voltron will be their downfall.”
Keith truly believed that, he was sure that Voltron alone wasn’t going to win against the Galra Empire. But a team with Shiro in it, any team, stood a chance. Shiro was a much more valuable member than himself.
“I know it..seems strange that I’m flying the Black Lion, but I never..considered I could ever replace you. I don’t want that, and I can’t do that. I’m not as awesome as you.” He smiled a little sadly. “There’s only one Shiro, but many black Paladins. We’re not the first, we won’t be the last.”
pulsatsiya:
Sadly he didn’t have the energy or even the want to offer a smile at that gentle comment, he knew he looked like shit and he knew what that meant, but the heart of it all just wasn’t there. He couldn’t bring himself to do much more than sit up and clasp his hands together, the long strands tipping forward in messy scraggles much like the shadow across his face and the slump of his shoulders. Seeing the tray of food, he sat up a little straighter even as his stomach turned at the idea.
He only glanced up at the compliment, watching Keith place the tray down then moving to make room for him to sit. Was he here to persuade him to buck himself up and get back out there? Maybe if he still had a place on the team, he would, but the urge to move was not there. The urge to hide and cry was stronger than anything else. So he turned towards him and studied that precious face he wasn’t sure he’d ever get the chance to see again.
“I don’t know if I like it,” he said quietly, “last time they at least had a crowd to keep me good for. This time I was just… just…” His right hand curled into a fist and he glanced down again, staring hard at his curl of fingers before he shook his head. “How many times are you going to have to keep saving me before this is over?”
It was horrible, Keith’s attempt at easing the tense situation had obviously failed, and he listened to Shiro recall the horrors, barely understanding what it meant, but very able to imagine it. His own hands balled into fists themselves, and once again, he felt so helpless. Shiro was being tormented and was hurt, and Keith had no means of stopping it, or helping him now.
But he had to try. For Shiro. He wanted to help him so badly. So he forced himself to smile and reached out to place a hand on Shiro’s shoulder. “As many times as it takes.” he assured him, absolutely meaning it. He’d cross the entire universe for Shiro, ten times if he had to. He didn’t want to be separated from him. Why couldn’t they just be together? Just like back then.
He then took the liberty of slowly, and carefully, brushing his fingers over the coarse hair. “We can cut it.” he said softly. Maybe that would help Shiro heal, and would help him to forget. If they cut off the hair, they cut off the terrible memories. “Shiro I...”
The words were stuck in his throat. He swallowed for a moment, and then moved closer even, and gently moved Shiro’s exhausted body, to let him rest against Keith’s own torso and shoulder. He didn’t know how to say that he’d support Shiro no matter what, so maybe he could ‘show’ it. “I’m so sorry.”
keith when he finds multiple shiros:
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pulsatsiya:
He didn’t remember much after the first gulp of water. His body had struggled and promptly given up the first second he considered things might be okay. Helped along by the fact that Keith’s presence was incredibly overwhelming, relief and fear and exhaustion all at once. He had brief flashes of Keith’s face, worried words and then nothing. Nothing until some days later when the pod released him from the confines with his body healed.
Muscle had been rebuilt to a substantial level for survival and all injuries from the torture had been healed but it was a broken man that was led from the pod to his quarters. There he took a shower, dressed and pulled himself into a foreign feeling bed and lay down.
Then… nothing. Sleep didn’t come for a long time, and as he stared up at the ceiling it began to sink in that this was real. He was no longer with the Galra, but at this point he felt like he had spent more time with them than his squad at this point. His skin still sang with pain and exhaustion, his mind racing a mile a minute in case he had to get up and escape and his limp, dark hair lay spread across the pillow.
Hopelessness seized in his chest and Shiro swallowed, hot tears tearing their way up his throat but before he could let them fall, there was a knock at the door and he forced himself up. Keith. Keith was allowed.
“Come in.”
He released a breath he hadn’t noted he had been holding. Truth be told, Keith hadn’t been sure if Shiro was going to want him in his room, and he didn’t know what he would have done had Shiro rejected him. A lot had happened, and a lot of things must have changed, right? They needed to catch up. Talking wasn’t Keith’s forte, but for Shiro he was definitely going to try. He took a deep breath and entered the room as the door swished open for him.
“You look terrible.” he remarked softly, and his heart hurt. He didn’t know what they did to Shiro, but it were terrible things, and they had marked him. He felt anger surge through his veins, anger at the Galra and anyone else who had dared lay a finger on Shiro. He was never going to let that happen again. “But I think I like your hair like that.”
He placed the tray on the nightstand next to Shiro’s bed, and went to sit on the edge of it, arms crossed and unsure whether he had gone too far already. This was very casual, sitting on Shiro’s bed like that. He remembered doing it in the academy all the time, whenever he had visited Shiro. Back then, he had hoped things would turn into something more...And then Shiro had never returned from his mission, and Keith was left wanting and alone. Advances from other men hadn’t interested him in the slightest. Perhaps it had been stupid of him to cling to Shiro in his mind and heart. “Yes..I like it a lot. You look gorgeous, no matter what.”
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pulsatsiya:
It was all he could do to keep it together, all he could do to not break down right there. he had to remain some semblance of strength if only so Keith wouldn’t worry about him. That in itself would be impossible because he knew he had been gone for… a long time, long enough for Keith to bond wth the Black lion and work out how to form Voltron in his absence. Like… he wasn’t needed.
He shook the intrusive thoughts away as he lay down and closed his eyes, breathing shallow and weak but there was still one solid, pocket of warmth against his hand and it was that he clung to. “Water.. is there any?” He knew they didn’t usually stock the lions with food - something they probably should have changed after he and Keith were stranded apart and dying on that planet.
His eyes closed over once more and he took a breath. All he had to do was hold on until they got to the castle. He could do that. He could.
It was certainly too late for that one, Keith was already worried sick for Shiro. Had been for quite some time now, ever since Shiro had disappeared (again). When Shiro requested water, Keith was glad he was able to oblige. He too hadn’t liked how unprepared they had been till now, and had started to at least carry a water bottle and some chocolate in his lion, for water and sugar. “Yes, here.” He let Shiro lean his head back against his biceps, and offered him the bottle.
His mind was racing. There were so many things he needed to do. The others had gone ahead, and he had to catch up. Shiro needed medical help, a med pod as quickly as possible. While he let Shiro drink, he sent a signal to the other lions, to let them know that he was okay, and that he’ll return to the castle now. With a twist, of course.
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Unsurprisingly, the time Shiro spent in the pod had Keith be antsy and anything but relaxed. Shiro might be back again, but until he was fully recovered, Keith wasn’t going to be satisfied. He was also incredibely useless as a leader in this state, and saw Lance taking over, much to his liking. That’ll certainly help Lance with his confidence issues, while Keith could mull over everything that had happened, while staring at the pod as if he expected Shiro to flop out of it any moment.
And then it was finally over, and Shiro had left the pot, moving back to his room. His injuries were treated, but he was still way too thin. So Keith had grabbed a tray of food, and had knocked on the door, hoping he wasn’t disturbing Shiro. “Hey, it’s me. I brought you some food. Can I come in..?”
pulsatsiya:
While the want to sink into Keith’s arms and never move was strong, he knew the battle was not over yet. They weren’t safe, they weren’t with the others who could protect them while he… while he clung to Keith and never fucking let him go again. Too many times they had been kept apart, too many years and way too much pain. He wanted a break, wanted respite and wanted to never see another Galra cruiser ever again.
He could feel Keith’s shoulders hitch up as he talked and that voice was enough to soothe him. For a few moments pain took a back seat. Then they were parting although Shiro made sure to keep his hand on Keith’s arm so he couldn’t go too far away. He didn’t want to lose him again and, if this was some hallucination and trick and he was about to walk out of the airlock and die, at least he got to see Keith one last time.
“Y-Yes, I think so. I’m just… exhausted.” Finally he glanced up to that familiar face, the soft curve of his lips and there was a faint, exhausted flicker in turn. This was his Keith. Using him and the controls for support, he pushed himself to his feet although he was clearly favouring his uninjured leg. “I don’t want to see another piece of Galra tech for at least a week.”
Keith made sure to support Shiro’s weight with one arm, while the other held him up. Since Shiro was so exhausted, and had hurt his leg, he was especially heavy, but Keith was stronger than his lithe physique suggested. Especially after he had started training more intensely. Swordfights against aliens had turned rather frequent these days.
He helped Shiro straight into the lion, who seemed to buzz with excitement as it waited for them to board it patiently. “Is there something on board you want me to get for you?” Keith asked after helping Shiro to lay down on a small bench. The lions weren’t too spacious, but it’ll have to do until they could get an actual bed for Shiro. “Before I’m thrashing the ship to make them think you didn’t make it? That’ll throw them off your trail.”
He held Shiro’s hand while he talked, unwilling to let go of him, as if he feared something could whisk Shiro away any moment.
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pulsatsiya:
He’d fought and been tortured, been hurt and escaped, fought and been captured, hurt and escaped, fought and been teleported and… and… fuzziness. Pain. The relentless headache hadn’t shifted for a second and the gnawing pit up upset in his gut was not going anywhere. They had left him and yet he could not fault them because he had not been fast enough, he had failed himself and they had not known he was there.
This time when darkness came, he didn’t fight it. He thought of Keith, oh how tender he was. Those dark eyes and that infinite mop of hair, those warm hands and the safety he held. Then Hunk and his laughter, Pidge and Lance; the entire team. And his lion. Why the lion had sent him back to the Galra he would never know but… but he wanted him.
Darkness for a long time and then knocking. Shiro stirred momentarily, the ship low on fuel, low on everything as it drifted through the space. The thumping in Shiro’s head was still present and painful, so loud and… wait, no that was something else. He stirred some more and registered the still burning pain on his thigh, the aches in his arms and the warmth on his—
On his cheek. It took a few moments and a long attempt before Shiro was able to open his eyes. As exhausted and weak as he was, he could still fight. A blurred face swam into his vision and Shiro blinked once, twice then as it cleared, Keith’s face swam into focus and he was talking. Past his head he could see the ship was no longer floating aimlessly but locked in the jaws of the Black Lion.
Back to Keith and those worry stricken eyes, that was all it took for Shiro to push himself off the console and sag into the man before him. His forehead hit his shoulder, solid yet familiar paladin armour and a familiar scent. Keith’s scent. The first real thing he’d experienced in… in…
“I-I wasn’t– fast enough, I just.. I want to go home.” Home of course, was Keith. It had always been Keith and now more than ever, now that he registered this was real and he had been found it was so much more important. He dragged in a wrecked sob them, lifted his arms to encircle the other and cling on. “–h-home.”
When Shiro responded to him, Keith felt himself exhale in utter relief. Shiro was alive. He couldn’t even grasp it at first. He truly wouldn’t have known what to do, had he been too late. Again.
“God...” He didn’t believe in any god, or any other deities. Perhaps there was something out there, like fate, but he doubted he believed in that either. He just believed in here and know, and the strength of people to move mountains. Still, it was a fitting expression. An expression of pure relief. “I got you back. I found you..” He was so glad.
Or rather, Black had found him. Keith knew he was still attached to Shiro. How exactly the lion had done that, he’d find out later. For now, he just wanted to get Shiro to safety and never let go of him ever again.
“Yes, yes we’ll go home.” Keith assumed Shiro meant the palace, but any other safe place would do. He hugged him tightly, and took the liberty of burying his nose in Shiro’s long hair. It was shaggy, he definitely needed a hair cut, amongst other things. Food, water, care. Quiet. Some sense of normalcy, something they didn’t have ever since the whole Voltron business had started. Ever since Shiro had never returned from his mission back in the academy.
“Can you stand?” he asked gently, a smile on his lips. He hadn’t been sure whether he still knew how to smile, he had been grim while he had missed Shiro, and happiness had only been a vague echo in his heart, but it seems he had never forgotten how to smile after all. He was just a bit rusty.
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He was almost there. He could see them among the stars and didn’t question how they were able to get Voltron back together without him, didn’t really care. His time in captivity, the escape to the planet, the fall, the seven days rotting along… he wanted to go home. Desperately Shiro shoved the controls forward, willing the rust bucket he had been gifted to fly faster but it was pointless. Even if the rusty ship stuttered a few times and sped up, Voltron faded from view leaving Shiro to bring the ship to a halt and… float.
“No,” he grit his teeth, feeling the hot sting of tears burning up his throat as he started into the darkness. “Please, don’t leave me here…” Nothing. His hands remained tight and trembling around the controls, his gut twisting as he realised that not only had his attempt failed, he was now stranded in space. Those seven days on that frost planet had been enough to wear down was strength was left.
This… this was too much.
The universe was far too big. He wished there was a way to make it smaller. He loved flying and piloting, but even the endless sky had seemed to show a visible end. It was a mirage, the horizon only a fake limit, but it had made Keith believe he could conquer the entire sky and make it his own.
Space however, was entirely unforgiving. He couldn’t see where it ended, the ocean of black nothingness, peppered with stars.
Shiro could be anywhere. Or he could be so close, and Keith couldn’t tell. It was pure agony.
While he absolutely trusted the black lion, and had formed a genuine connection to it, deep in his heart he still believed it was Shiro who was supposed to sit on this seat. He needed him back, as much as the black lion needed him back. And perhaps this was reason why suddenly, something very strange occured.
“I’ve not given you the order to--” Voltron broke apart, creating some understandable confusion amongst the others. For some reason, black wasn’t interested in maintaining Voltron anymore. Instead, the lion seemed focused on what was behind them. Keith checked the radar, and ignored the other’s paladins for now, intent on finding out what this meant. The lions were very intuitive, and usually it was good to trust their trails.
He distanced himself from the group and let the lion take full control as it dashed back from where Voltron had come from, until the radar finally showed something interesting. A ship, supposedly damaged. It just floated through space, without any kind of self-sustain. “What did you find here?” he wondered, and approached the ship as close as he dared.
It wouldn’t be the first trap he’d encountered, and definitely not the last.
But it seemed to be safe, and he was about to contact the others when he could finally look inside the cockpit. He swore he was going crazy. He was being delusional. He started seeing Shiro everywhere. Even here, in this random, broken ship, hunched over the console, exhausted and...
“Shiro!”
He jumped out of his seat and made his way into the ship as quickly as he managed. He had to break a door down, did Shiro barricade himself inside the cockpit? Had he been on the run? Was he even still alive? No, he had to be. Keith didn’t search the cosmos to find his corpse. He wouldn’t accept it.
“Shiro, don’t be dead. I’ll kill you if you’re dead.” He mostly tried to comfort himself and he touched Shiro’s back carefully, as he tried to rouse him. He touched his shoulders and the back of his neck. He looked terrible, unkempt and underfed, and exactly as bad as Keith had feared. “Shiro, it’s me.” He placed a palm on Shiro’s cheek and knelt by his side, and after estimating that there was still enough oxygen left in there for the both of them, he reached up to remove his helmet so that Shiro could see his face. “Please, look at me.”
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