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[championofstars]

@caniisrufus

   They’re getting better at this, he thinks. Shiro’s just enough of an optimist to hope, but he’s been through enough shit in the past couple of years that the anxiety creeps in too much sometimes, clouds his judgement—but they’re doing good, he thinks. They try to talk. They have boundaries. Sometimes it feels like they have no boundaries at all.

   Sometimes they go an entire day without talking to each other, too caught up in planning and training and navigating rules and regulations and all kinds of red tape. Sometimes they don’t even sleep in the same room together, on those rare occasions when it’s just too late and they’ll feel too guilty about waking the other up. Usually all Shiro needs is a glimpse of Keith to make it through a busy day, hooking into the path of his eyes, a shared smile that’s too warm and fond for anyone else. Other times, it’s not enough, and Shiro is still learning to reconcile his wanting for more while respectfully giving Keith enough space to breathe when all he wants to do is drown with him.

   “...Hey, do I give off the wrong impression?” Shiro tried to bring it up a couple of times, once to Lance, once to Matt, just to bounce it off and see how it sounded, except now he’s in an elevator on the ATLAS alone with Keith and it’s past midnight and the lights hurt his eyes enough that he thinks he sees them change colors and dim at the mere thought. “Like how I feel about you?”

[skyguarded]

  He hadn’t looked in the shack’s mirror before changing.  Didn’t want to see what was there.  Had barely changed clothes before they’d set off and he’d wound up off planet.  It hadn’t immediately clicked catching their reflections against the mass expanse of space.  Didn’t click until he needed to shave and tired brain unhelpfully provided the image of that blotch of silver blue on Keith’s face that hadn’t been there before.  He bounced off the wall in a frantic scramble to find the red paladin.  Needed to confirm one of his worst fears had just taken an unexpected turn.  Shiro nearly crashed into him, hands grabbing Keith’s shoulders and heart dropping when he visually confirmed it.  “Ah fuck.  Dude, did you know we were soulmates?” 

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[chartechreuse]

@caniisrufus hit the 💚

   Pidge was good; she was really, really good. She’d already taught herself two alien languages and was working on learning countless extraterrestrial biology. But that stuff couldn’t be mastered overnight. The universe was massive. And she was just one teenager trying to learn as much as possible about all of it. There were times lives depended on her knowing these things.

   Thankfully, the current situation wasn’t so dire. No one was majorly injured, just bumps and bruises from rough landings, and comms were still operational, so they could still talk to each other even if they weren’t all physically together. The problem was that the lions had stopped working once they’d entered this planet’s atmosphere. She and Keith had ended up fairly close to each other, and location data from their trackers showed Shiro and Lance weren’t too far apart, but Hunk was on his own farther from everyone else.

   “There’s a lot of unknown elements popping up in my scan.” She only gave the little update of her progress for Keith’s benefit. She knew if she was in his position she’d be feeling pretty antsy. Having nothing to do was not easy for any of them, and situations like this only reminded them all how human and small they were in this universe.

   “I’m still trying--” The snap of branches to her right made Pidge lift her head from the gauntlet’s holo-screen. Wildlife? Or perhaps locals? Either one could potentially be problematic.

[starlitcore]

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    ❛ c’mon lance━ ❜ they don’t stand a chance without their sharp shooter. putting lance down and out pits them against guns they can’t reach, and heads they can’t clock out from this far back. keith has to try and pick up the pieces of the role shiro left him, live up to his promise of doing what he’s supposed to ; leading. they can get through this. have to.

    keith kneels in front of his unsteady paladin, caught up in the bullet-storm the others are trying their best to thin out above their heads, out from the cover lance has shunted into after taking a blow. he’s awake ( probably MORE SO than before he almost lost an arm ), but they can’t afford a man down. he’s careful about it, gloved hand under lance’s jaw and tilting him up to meet him face-to-face. ❛ we need you buddy. ❜ he wants to make it an order, but it comes out more of a plea, tense worry under his visor cast all over the other’s face. of all the death-defiance they’ve gone through, being mowed down in a galra shoot-out isn’t howLANCE of all people is going to go down. he’d haunt him from beyond the grave with complaints about it. ❛ think you can shoot straight? ❜

maybe it would be easier to stay down.  it’s the first time the thought has ever really crossed lance’s mind ; or at least the first time he’s ever let himself acknowledge it.  they’re kids, aren’t they? weren’t they meant to be kids? students, still trying to figure out how everything works before they get thrown into the real world.  lance’s shoulder aches, and aches, and he breathes so hard it feels like he’s not breathing at all.

but he hears his name, and there are hands on him, his head pulled up so he’s forced to look at keith.  lance could cry ; he wants to cry.  but there’s bullets flying at them and lance is their cover, isn’t he? god he’s so tired.  ❛ i always shoot straight. ❜ his smile is unsteady but he tilts forwards, rights himself against keith’s body.  ❛ i’m with you. ❜ his bayard extends, a familiar rifle, and he nods, repeats his words.  ❛ i’m with you. ❜

[adnesiia]

     it wasn’t exactly what she had in mind for the day but the second that james had let it drop that keith was in the garrison with them and that she had been blissfully unaware of that fact beforehand, nadia was set on finding him. it wasn’t hard- the rooms were all located in one wing of the garrison and she had been there long enough to memorize the hallways by numbers after having to drag half of her team out of bed for ‘top secret rizavi missions’ in the middle of the night.

     you could hear her running from a mile away, shoes squeaking at every turn she made and halting whenever an officer or two were crossing her path. unceremoniously stopping in front of the desired door, there was no knock or greeting as she punched in the override code- thanks to katie-, and stood rather ominously in the doorframe. her gaze skipped past the other two confused males in the room and landed on keith.

     “you. me. training room. you’re going down.”

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[goofbcll]

    “What it isn’t scary for you?” Hunk huffed. To him, that was a pretty good imitation of a lion. It was not like Keith could do any better.... right? Now, he was curious to see if Keith can do it too, “Hey, give me your best Galran growl. I bet it’s really scary.”

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[skyguarded]

  They don’t do it often.  The bed is barely big enough for one person let alone two, but if Shiro lays on his side and twists a bit they both fit.  It’s not entirely comfortable, not that he cares much about comfort.  Cares more about ensuring that the other is safe and alive.  Occasionally does nothing but lay there and listen to Keith’s breathing.  Sometimes leans in to hear his heartbeat when he really can’t sleep.  It’s one of the few times he went down as soon as they turned off the lights.  Exhausted from hours in the cockpit.  As much as he adored flying Black, she really did take a substantial amount of mental energy to work with.   He’s up as soon as there’s pressure.  Pressure is always bad.  Doubly so when he’d completely forgotten that Keith still kept that knife under his pillow.  Said knife is currently at his throat and he’s struggling to remain perfectly still.  Breathing has picked up knowing there’s no good way to disarm the other without risking nicking something important.  At least the prosthetic is on the floor, discarded, unable to react to his anxiety and burn purple.  “Keith.  Hey.  Come back to me.” 

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[skyguarded]

  “you have any regrets yet?” the look on keith’s face is priceless and shiro is seconds away from bursting out in laughter.  doesn’t know why the other didn’t anticipate this.  he has a significant height advantage which just generally makes fights easier.  and he’d done nothing but hone skills for months.  he sits back on his heels, powering down the arm and flexing wrist.  “I tried to warn you, buddy.  Coran says he thinks he figured out a painkiller that works on humans if you want some.” 

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