#prekerberos

[cockybusiness]

Gotta show you something

[mothmanavenue]

in this city’s barren cold i still remember the first fall of snow, and how it glistened as it fell, i remember it all too well

[callaeidae3]

Would you still dream of the stars, Shiro, if you knew they were going to fall?

Would you still love them?

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The second part to this

[snarky-magpie]

You can read the whole fic on AO3.

Shiro pads across the room, grabs a T-shirt on the way, and tries to pour into it, but in his rush, he miscalculates, and his head gets stuck in the sleeve hole just as he opens to let Keith in. He can’t see his face but hears a familiar burst of laughter.

Keith closes the door behind him and steps around Shiro.

“I’d never guess a T-shirt would be the downfall of the great officer Shirogane. The breaker of records, savior of orphans, the golden boy of the Garrison, defeated by a scrap of cotton.”

“Hilarious,” Shiro huffs out through the fabric stretched to rupturing. “A little help, cadet?” 

“Alright, alright. Shame you don’t run our drills anymore because this should get me special treatment.” 

Keith moves closer, and his fingers steal underneath the treacherous piece of clothing to liberate Shiro from its confines. 

This was a horrible idea, Shiro realizes. Keith’s hands are warm and gentle, at odds with his jibes. He inches the tee upward, and Shiro experiences a surge of gratitude that the rustle of fabric masks the way his breath hitches when Keith’s fingers skim his sides. Once he pulls free, he quickly shrugs the T-shirt on, the right way this time, and staggers back from Keith despite every drop of blood in his body urging him to draw closer. 

Keith folds his hands behind his back and measures Shiro with an amused grin. Does Shiro imagine the bright red spots on the younger man’s face? No. That must have been a trick of the light. Keith doesn’t seem to be affected by the encounter in any way. Definitely not as much as Shiro, who feels off-kilter and jittery with restless energy.

“What’s going on, Keith? Are you breaking curfew again? If Iverson catches you—”

“That’d be the day. I can sneak circles around him. Don’t worry, old-timer.” 

“I can worry a little. What are you doing here?”

[void-tiger]

Headcanon:

A common GG detention chore is scraping old grease and rocks off the crawlers and/or regreasing them. It’s a miserable job that needs to be done, doesn’t require any specialized skills, and helps develop an appreciation for the less glamorous aspects of the GG’s Space Program (especially Earth-side) that even lets it exist at all.

[cosmofrogg]

[lazuritecrown]

shiro wants to touch but he'll get keith's uniform dirty

[loppadraws]

Inktober / Sheithtober

Day 5 - "Build"

Prekerberos Garrison boys.

Tol pupper teaching smol pupper how to build and fix stuff 🖤❤️

They are not good at it.