#fluffy sheith

[tkaku1]

Shiro needs time to recover. Keith checks on him before and after going on missions.

[one-trigger-lullaby]

Keith from the Desert

This is based on a comic by @zuspacey Thank you v much for giving me permission to use your idea lol, I hope you like it ~

Red bloomed in my temple and blinded me on the left side, pain blistering and burning, but I couldn't stop my mind from wandering back to you.

Always back to you; My constant, my hero.

The earring you gifted me so many years ago, when I was just a cadet and you were just a saint, twinkled in the corner of the only eye I could see out of, ripped out with a chunk of flesh, a strip that tore down and down until it became numb. I couldn't hear.

I was still, but my heart beat strong, hopeful that I'd see you again even if I had to drag my broken and beaten body on my shattered arms. I'd paint every street in the world red with my blood if it meant that I saw you again.

I couldn't tell if my chest hurt because there was blood coming up my throat or if I was going into withdrawals, physical ailments resulting from being away from you. It wouldn't be the first time my body had given out on me due to your absence, it would be the thousandth for I lost my breath every time you were away.

You were my air and I was suffocating, roses blooming in my lungs and spilling out of my lips, every petal for you.

Then, everything went black and I thought... I thought that was it and that the fates were so cruel that they'd laughed as I died, hundreds of miles away from you but you... you would be okay, I was sure.

You were always much stronger than I was. Much more beautiful.

~

"I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner," Shiro apologized, his jacket wrapped over his arm as he panted, exertion seeping from his pores. He'd run here as fast as he could.

Krolia smiled gently, a forgiveness only a mother could offer clouding her eyes, her hand was holding Keith's. "Have you seen the medics?"

Shiro laughed breathily, stepping into the room, "No, I-I couldn't even think about it...not before seeing him." It'd been seven days since the incident, and he'd spent every second just trying to get back no matter how many people tried to stop him.

And a lot had tried to stop him, tried to claim he was the new pseudo captain of the ATLAS but Shiro wanted nothing to do with it at the moment. He just wanted a second the breathe. When was the last time he'd gotten to do that?

He sat heavily on the stool next to Keith's bedside, his shoulders held down by an invisible weight.

If Krolia noticed, she let it go with grace as she stood, "Either way, I thank you for coming, I know that you are... busy with everything that's happened. With your new position."

Shiro spared a glance at Keith who didn't seem to be totally unconscious, small, incomprehensible sounds coming from his direction. He stared fondly as he shook his head, "I'll never be too busy for this."

"I'd rather you go to get treatment, stars know you need it, but... I had a feeling I'd regret leaving the... flirty one and the short one with Keith in this state," Krolia said, her nose scrunched in distaste as she mentioned the two.

Shiro grinned, amused at her descriptions of his friends. "Oh," he ducked his head in good humor, his eyes crinkling, "you made the wise decision, ma'am."

"I thought I did," Krolia said. She leaned over Keith, lovingly brushing his hair away from his forehead and kissing it. His violet eyes fluttered open during the gesture, blearily looking up at his mother. "Rest well, I'll be back."

Keith blinked slowly. "Be back soon?" He mumbled. There was a fluttering in Shiro's chest; he'd never seen Keith this out of it.

Or this happy, but god did he deserve it.

"Of course," Krolia replied gently, letting the pad of her thumb rub the exposed parts of his forehead. She straightened and left with one final wave.

Keith set his sights on Shiro. Shiro smiled, "Hey, how do you feel?"

"Sh'ro?" Keith asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

~

Death was white, I learned. Death was white and gray and gold and tan and bright and soulful and death was everything I ever wanted in life. Death was your smile and your brightness, it was a sluggish numbness that filed my nerves to their roots and all I could think was just this moment, that's all I want.

You stood and you were missing wings but I wasn't surprised; I knew you would build your own out of ash and smoke if you had to. You could do anything, I'd seen proof of that every day that I spent with you.

You wouldn't have to build your own wings, though, no, I'd tear myself apart, shave my own bones down to give you your wings. You'd had your flight taken from you once, and I'd sworn it'd never happen again come heaven or hell, death couldn't stop me.

You were hesitant as you approached and I wanted to grab you and hold you and tell you that you needed to hurry up because I didn't have much time left, but I guess it was a punishment for flying too close to the sun while living, even in death I wouldn't be allowed to feel its warmth.

You spoke but curtains of water waded around me, I couldn't hear your voice and I felt warmth dripping down my cheeks and saw your face go pale and you got closer suddenly and you looked upset and all I could think was, why can I never make you happy?

~

Shiro didn't know what to do when Keith started crying. He just did what he always did, really. He held him and rocked him, tried to tell him everything was okay.

He knew it was the drugs that had made Keith this way, but he couldn't help but feel like it was somehow his fault, like Keith knew that it'd taken him seven days to come back. Resented him for that.

Keith fell asleep in his arms but he didn't move at all the entire time.

He slept for three hours and, the next time he woke up, he seemed more lucid. "Mh...Shiro?" he sounded parched, Shiro quickly offered up a glass of water.

Keith took greedy gulps, water dripping down his chin and after he set his glass down, he looked up at Shiro from underneath his long, dark lashes. "I'm not dead?"

Shiro's heart gave a jolt, "No," he said in  rush, "Why-why would you be dead?"

Keith gave a miniscule shrug, "Dunno."

The space between them became dense with silence. Shiro cleared his throat, "Are you in pain?"

Keith shook his head slowly, "No. How long has it been?"

Shiro wet his lips briefly, "The crash was a week ago."

"How is everyone else?"

"Fine. They all woke up before you did, so they're fine," Shiro told him.

Keith's eyes flickered to the side of the room where there was a large window. Shiro stood and opened the curtains, allowing Keith to see the bright, orange-colored sunset.

Shiro moved to sit back down but Keith seemed to be struggling with sitting up. He tried by himself for a while before finally turning to Shiro with a huff, "Help?"

If Shiro were a stronger man, he would've said no. But, as it was, he let Kith sit halfway in his lap, his head resting on his real shoulder, all just so he could see the sunset.

~

I was alive. I didn't know life could be so vibrant. It wasn't, before you. I'd lived my life seeing nothing but grays and whites, reds and browns, but you...you gorgeous spectacle...you showed me the sun.

You showed me the sun as it rose, sitting on top of hover cars in the desert. You showed me the sun as it hid behind curtains of white and sprinklings of blue while we played in the fields. You showed me the sun as it fell asleep, leaving the gift of carnations and sunflowers in its wake for the moon and you shared with me their love story.

The stars, once a daunting show of power in the dark, became the light to guide me home, to guide me to you. I wasn't afraid of the thunder that made the world shake, not anymore, it was just the noise that housed the brightness of your lightning, impossible to look away from.

I loved everything I hated before, everything that scared me. I loved the moon, the stars, the legends, the myths, the sun, the rain clouds. I loved everything the sky had to offer.

But I loved you most.

~

"S'nice," Keith mumbled against his shoulder, his eyes drooping with the drags of sleep. Shiro hummed in agreement. He'd missed the calmness Earth had to offer over the years. "I wish I could stay like this forever."

Red flooded Shiro's cheeks and he swallowed noisily. Carefully, he wrapped an arm around Keith's waist. "You..." he licked his lips, "you can... if you want to."

Keith didn't move, his face just as serene as it had been. "Hmm, no, I can't..."

Shiro's eyes widened, hurt filling his chest. Keith continued.

~

"You're so bright..." The brightest thing I'd ever let myself be blinded by-- "...like a star."

You were made of eclipses and sunshine and meteors and star stuff,  from nebulas to black holes and everything in between.

"Sometimes it hurts just to look at you." Your hand tightened where it was wrapped around me, seeping your warmth into my coldness. It was true; you were so bright I had been blinded by everything you were, everything I thought you were.

But you weren't what I thought you were, no.

You were more.

You were asteroid belts and red giants and everything spectacular but you were so...so very achingly human. You were smiles and tears and love and hope and happiness and sadness, you were every contradiction in the book, but god you wore it so well.

You wore human like a well-fitted coat, hiding beneath the rainbow and flourishes of all of your spectacularity, letting few gaze beneath like you had let me.

I'd tried to reach you, once, in all of your awesomeness, but Icarus never did touch the sun, did he? Just as the sun, you could never belong to anyone, nobody was deserving of your light.

You were everything and I...

"I'm just Keith from the desert."

[sheith-fanfic-writer-blog]

A Kiss From a Far

Shiro had never told anyone this, not even Keith. But, whilst serving as Champion of the Galra gladiatorial games, when he was finally granted rest after having slain five alien beasts; all of them being uniquely horrifying. Whilst his wounds ached and his muscles screamed Shiro somehow managed to sleep for a few hours. 

And for the first time since his abduction on Kerberos, he dreamed in colour. He found himself standing in a field of golden wheat, his fingers brushing the soft tails that reached every skyward towards the scorching sun. 

He felt pride inflate in his chest and he surveyed his field for he had finally made it, his own home, his own land, his own life - freedom.

'Takashi?' called a familiar deep voice. And there he was, standing behind him was Keith, he wore a grimy old blue shirt that was tucked into equally dirty trousers and to top it off in his full, dark mullet a twig with three leaves as if it was growing naturally.  

'Keith, you look a mess for sore eyes!'

The man 'harumphed' and pouted, his lower lip sticking out tantalisingly. Shiro just wanted to kiss it.  

'I don't want to talk about it,' he grumbled in embarrassment, his cheeks burning.

Shiro chuckled and he encircled his arm around that slim waist he loved. He buried his nose into the crook of Keith's neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent, sweat, earth and mint.

They kissed in the centre of their wheat field, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, just wanting to hold on tight to one another, never wanting this moment to end.

Unfortunately for Shiro, the dream ended all too soon with the electric shock from one of the guards batons. The burning pain was something he was used to now, more like a mosquito bite than a form of torture.

But throughout the rest of his imprisonment, he cradled that sweet dream tenderly in his still beating heart.

What Shiro didn't know was that Keith too had had the same dream and he as well treasured that dream closely, believing it to be his only experience of what could have been.  

For you see their lines of quintessence were tightly interwoven through time and space, their dreams providing a bridge to each other.

[noir-wing]

Sheith with 42?

“Stop being so cute.”

“Keith, your ice cream’s melting. Hurry up and finish it,” Shiro nudged the cone towards Keith’s mouth. They were walking along the upper sidewalk of the beach as the sun set behind them, painting the sky coral pink.

Keith rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry, I can finish this thing in five minutes.” They had bought ice cream from the usual place a few minutes ago, but the humid air had quickly melted the frozen treat as Keith got lost in their conversation. A few drops had trailed down the cone and he began to lick at the ice cream furiously, not wanting it to go to waste. True to his word, everything was licked away with the cone eaten in just a few minutes, but soon after, another problem arose.

Shiro dismissed the first noise as a small burp from Keith, continuing along the path, hand in hand with his boyfriend. The second little *hic*, however, made him turn to his significant other with a raised brow.

“Did you just hiccup?”

“No,” Keith said defensively, immediately letting out a high-pitched hiccup after.

Shiro burst out into laughter, “You totally did! It sounds so cute! Just like a little kitten!”

“No *hic* it doesn’t *hic*,” Keith crossed his arms, knitting his eyebrows together. Yet, his cheeks betrayed his strong demeanor with a growing blush.

“Ohmygod,” Shiro continued laughing at the small noises escaping the other, “That’s what you get for eating too fast.”

“Shut up,” Keith groaned.

“Okay, okay,” Shiro sobered up, “Why don’t you try and hold your breath? I hear that helps.”

Keith glanced around, slightly embarrassed, before taking in a lungful of air and puffing out his cheeks as he held his breath. The hiccups made his diaphragm jump as they were locked inside for a few moments.

“Oh, that old lady’s giving you a weird look,” Shiro said with a smirk, nodding behind Keith.

Keith spun around in shock, careful to not let his air deflate. There was, however, no old lady in sight. As he turned back to glare at Shiro, he was met with a swift kiss on the tip of his nose. That was what made him exhale the air, jumping back to exclaim, “Shiro?!”

His boyfriend offered him a cheeky grin, chuckling and shrugging in reply. “Hey, it shocked the hiccups out of you.”

Keith blushed a bright red, sputtering for an answer. Finally, he settled on slumping forward and grumbling, “Stop being so cute and annoying.”

“Make me,” Shiro teased while pinching Keith’s cheeks.

Keith swatted his hands away with a laugh, “Stop.”

“Alright, alright,” Shiro gave in. “At least I know how to cure your adorable hiccups now.”

Keith elbowed him in the gut in reply, causing Shiro to flinch with a laugh. The two continued walking down the shoreline, hand in hand as the sky faded to navy blue.

[commodorecliche]

Between Shiro & Keith, who would give more verbal "I love you's? Lol

I think at first, it would hands down be Shiro. Shiro has always seemed the type to be very open and frank about how he feels, in all walks of life. So it’s no surprise that at first, he’d be the one to constantly tell Keith “I love you”, or “You mean the world to me”, or “Split it open, Keith”.

He loves Keith, so of course he would tell him. 

Keith is a bit more reserved, so at first, he would be more reticent to say it out loud or at random. I mean, he’d still say it, of course, and he’d have no trouble responding to Shiro’s professions with an easy “I love you too”, but he’d probably be less likely to say it aloud unprompted. 

But after a while, once the overall comfort of their relationship has set in, once he’s gotten into the swing of it, he’d start to realize that holy shit, Shiro is his. Shiro is his and he could literally tell Shiro he loves him anytime he fucking wanted to without consequence. Once that revelation set in, his professions-of-love switch would probably be permanently ON. 

“Keith, do you want red grapes or green?” “I love you.” “I love you too, but I still need a grape decision.”“I would die for you.”“Fuck it, I’ll get both.”