「 You’re going to be great. 」
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「 You’re going to be great. 」
“Welcome home, baby.”
almost forgot to post this one sldkjf
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“May I have the honor of escorting you to the ball, Commander” “Shiro, we’re married.."
some formal sheith at an Atlas Gala uwu
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Keith was soaked to the bone, rain dripping from the end of his ponytail and sticking stray bangs to his face. Even the bag over his shoulder was drenched through, and though he couldn’t have been standing in the hall for more than a few seconds a puddle had already gathered around his feet. But infinitely worse was the expression he wore - one Hunk had never seen on him before. Jaw tight and eyes downcast, it was the nearest to tears Keith had ever outwardly looked.
“Oh my God,” Hunk said. Romelle stepped aside to let Keith in, and Hunk took his bag and wrapped a towel over his shoulders. “Dude - are you okay?”
“No,” Keith said, voice strained. “Can I stay here tonight?”
“Yeah, of course.” Hunk ushered him inside, setting another towel on the couch so he could sit. He collapsed onto it, hunched over himself like all he wanted was to curl up into a ball and hide himself away.
It was so unlike him. Keith had always been emotional, sure. He had a temper like no other. But when he returned from the Quantum Abyss, he seemed better able to control it, only ever losing his cool when pushed to his limits.
But Keith was never one to show pain so openly. Even when Shiro went missing, his pain was redirected into a blazing rage that burned anyone who so much as offered a supporting hand. At the time, Hunk wondered if he knew how to deal with his hurts in any other way. Seeing him like this now, so destroyed by the unknown source of his anguish that he couldn’t even sit upright, Hunk missed the fire.
Romelle took the seat beside him, eyes soft with concern. The mice peeked around the cushions as she asked, “What’s wrong, Keith?”
“I think -” His eyes squeezed shut. “I think I just lost my best friend.”
drift (the space road trip to save the universe)
sheith | mature | 74.3k | 6/13 chapter | post s8 fix-it of sorts
Keith moved to cover himself as much as possible, curling into a tight ball with his arms raised to block his head, but knew it wouldn’t be enough. His eyes squeezed shut as he waited for impact -
- and felt instead the weight of a body over his.
Eyes snapping open, Keith gasped, panicked at the thought of Shiro leaping down to take the blow. It was so stupid - he had been safer up there, where the rocks wouldn’t hit him, and now they would both die. It was so stupid. “Shiro-”
The black bayard appeared in Shiro’s fist, and he held his arm up to block them both as it took the form of a protective shield of glowing energy.
Debris hit the shield an instant later, and Shiro lurched forward from the force of it, but his arm never lowered. He gritted his teeth from the effort to hold the shield up, and as Keith stared up at him, awestruck, he managed to say in a strained voice, “I’ve got you.”
Heart pounding in his ears, Keith nodded. When the rocks stopped falling, Shiro wrapped his free arm around Keith and brought them both to their feet, keeping the shield held up to block them from anymore falling debris.
They ran.
drift (the space road trip to save the universe)
sheith | mature | 61.8k | 5/13 chapters | post s8 fix-it of sorts
art commission by @uneballe-unmort
The boy prince
“…What do you want?”
Shiro’s voice is level and soft. How many times he’s asked that. Keith has lost count, but now he has an answer.
“You.”
- Your Sharp And Glorious Thorn
Ooookay I’ve been working on some more stuff for Collide, but I ended up drawing Keith instead, because I binge read @arahir ’s “Your sharp and glorious thorn”.
It was so good omg.
Cute boys doing cute things
One iced latte with low-fat #keith kogane milk, please.
I am genuinely crying what the shit
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
sheith | mature | 48k | post-s8 fix-it of sorts | in progress | 4/13 chapters
“Am I gonna die, Shiro?”
The cruelty of this situation wasn’t lost on Shiro. Keith was strong. He’d stared death down without batting an eye plenty of times as a Blade and as a paladin. But he was only in his twenties; old enough for years now to gamble on his life in war, and still young enough to fear the consequences of a bad bet. For the better part of three days he had been caught mere steps ahead of his own demise, mere steps behind the rest of his future.
For everything the universe believed him to be, he was still human and there was only so much he could take.
“No,” Shiro said. The odds were stacked against them. His metal hand shifted to cup his cheek, thumb tracing the outline of the scar Shiro had given him. Keith's hand shook in his, and Shiro gave it a gentle squeeze. “You’re gonna be just fine.”
happy @sheithlentines day!!! this is for @togeko (or @crimson_poison on twitter)💗💗💗
drift (aka the space road trip to save the universe)
sheith | mature | 35k | 3/13 | post s8 fix-it of sorts
I commissioned the amazing @cockybusiness to draw a scene from the latest update of my fic and I am not disappointed!! Thank you so much for this beautiful art!
Art by dprrkive
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
sheith. post s8 fix-it. 3/? chapters. 35k. (mature)
Four years after the war, everything has changed. Keith is a well-known and respected humanitarian. Shiro is a restless retiree in a failing marriage. When his husband wakes him up late one night to the news of Keith’s sudden, tragic death, Shiro and the paladins come together for one last mission: to bring Keith home.
Keith has other plans.
“So. Stuck on an ice planet, with no way off, no means of contacting help, finite resources and a toxic alien wound that’s going to kill me in a week if I don’t freeze to death first.” Keith exhaled a long, slow breath. “I’ve gotten you into this mess, Keith,” Allura said, “I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “I made my choice to do this alone. I should’ve trusted the paladins. This is on me.” Allura had no response. She only squeezed his hand. “I’m going to die here,” Keith said, shocking himself with his own resignation. “Aren’t I?”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
sheith. post s8 fix-it. 3/? chapters. 35k. (mature)
Four years after the war, everything has changed. Keith is a well-known and respected humanitarian. Shiro is a restless retiree in a failing marriage. When his husband wakes him up late one night to the news of Keith’s sudden, tragic death, Shiro and the paladins come together for one last mission: to bring Keith home.
Keith has other plans.
“So. Stuck on an ice planet, with no way off, no means of contacting help, finite resources and a toxic alien wound that’s going to kill me in a week if I don’t freeze to death first.” Keith exhaled a long, slow breath. “I’ve gotten you into this mess, Keith,” Allura said, “I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “I made my choice to do this alone. I should’ve trusted the paladins. This is on me.” Allura had no response. She only squeezed his hand. “I’m going to die here,” Keith said, shocking himself with his own resignation. “Aren’t I?”