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[nevenne-creates]

Sheith Angst Week Day 6 -- Pilot Error

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@sheithangstweek Day 1: Unrequited // Astral Plane

Not super angsty but I’ve still got 7 more days to make more angsty stuff hehehe

[mr-hollymoon]

For @sheithangstweek 

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Sunset Requiem

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Day 5; August 30: Sacrifice

done in collab with @fallonkristerson who wrote the fic I based the picture on for the @sheithangstweek

[4lyeskas]

a love quiet and unceasing

written for @sheithangstweek​ – unrequited  [ buy me a ko-fi? | do not repost+edit ]

on AO3

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There are a few too many things that Shiro’s come to hate over the years, beginning but not limited to:

broccoli, french fries that have ketchup drizzled over them instead of being dipped, Sergeant Ryu’s survival drills, food goo, the Galra, too-small spaces, and the sight of Keith walking away.

That last one comes all too often, these days.

It’s nobody’s fault, because the Blade of Marmora need him and Keith is going where he needs to be, where he’s chosen. It’s nobody’s fault, because the coalition needs all the resources and information it can get in the fight against the Galra, and this is one of the best ways to get them. It’s nobody’s fault, and Shiro still resents that the time in between Keith’s returns to the Castle of Lions grows longer and longer.

He tries to stop keeping one ear open, one eye watchful, for a transmission or a hailing signature or a report. He’s the Black Paladin of Voltron. He’s not allowed to be selfish.

He succeeds, most days.

(But here is a truth Shiro has long kept buried: that the boy from the Garrison with a laugh like a summer rainstorm, the boy with eyes like a galaxy – Keith is the only thing Shiro wants to be selfish with. Shiro looks at him, bright and uncontainable, and in the quietest parts of his heart thinks, please.

Thinks, I will ask for little else but to stay beside him, for however long I am allowed.

Thinks, let me stay with him.)

Given the grimness on even Kolivan’s normally stoic face, Shiro figures this mission is more high-risk than usual – which is saying something, considering it’s the Blade of Marmora. But the more Kolivan and Antok explain, the more details they give, the more the ice in Shiro’s chest pushes splinters into his lungs.

An infiltration of an active Galra base. The possible new location of where the druids are processing quintessence. A chance to track or even intercept, divert.

It would be a huge blow to the Galra, to Zarkon. It would be a massive achievement for the Blades, for the coalition.

It would put each and every participant directly in the line of fire, in the middle of a heavily-guarded and heavily-trafficked outpost.

“Antok will remain on ground to maintain communication and supervise,” Kolivan is saying. Allura nods along. Shiro tries to keep his eyes on the Blade of Marmora leader.

“As for those participating.” Kolivan pauses, lips pursing. “I will lead the infiltration myself, with Toraz,” and Shiro knows her, the half-Galra technological specialist, “and Keith.”

Allura’s expression tightens, her next exhale slow and deliberate. On her other side, in his peripheral vision, Shiro can see Matt go tense.

Beside Shiro, Keith simply nods and goes back to studying the holographic projection of the Galra base in the middle of the room.

That’s it? Shiro wants to ask him. A quick and simple agreement, without hesitation or question. But it’s a petty, self-serving thought; from the beginning, this war has asked all of them to put themselves on the line without question. There are always probable consequences.

So Shiro keeps his gaze steady, keeps looking forward.

Asks, “when do you leave?”

There is a week until the mission begins, but the Blades need to return to their base to prepare. Voltron, too, has its own obligations and duties -- they need to make a supply run, touch base with the Olkari; check the hailing signatures they’ve received and see where they’re needed for help. No rest for the weary, Shiro thinks, wry and tired. The meeting breaks up, with Kolivan handing Allura a copy of their plans and the coordinates of the outpost they’ll be infiltrating.

Slender fingers tentatively tap his human arm, and Shiro startles out of his thoughts to find Keith frowning up at him.

“Are you okay?” Keith asks, because of course he does.

Shiro looks at him and tries to summon a smile. He thinks he manages all right.

“Fine,” he says, exhaling a sigh. “Just a lot to process.”

Keith keeps his hand on Shiro’s forearm a moment longer, gaze sharp and searching. Shiro just shakes his head. Slowly, Keith withdraws, turns to look at where the Blades are discussing something with Matt and Allura. His mouth thins, like he’s thinking of something.

Shiro wants to run a thumb over that bottom lip, smooth his expression into something softer.

“Come on,” he says instead, clapping Keith on the shoulder. “We should tell the others about what’s going down.”

Keith huffs a laugh under his breath. “Bet Pidge wasn’t too happy to be left out.”

“No,” Shiro agrees with a chuckle. “Neither was Lance.”

The grin on Keith’s face widens and he shakes his head. “He’s going to hate that I’m getting sent on a top secret mission.”

The hand on Keith’s shoulder drops as he moves to exit the room. Shiro closes it into a fist, then lets it fall to his side. Follows with his smile carefully in place.

Doesn’t say, I hate it too.

The Blades leave after a few hours. The Paladins and Coran see them off. Shiro watches Keith fall into place with them, just another soldier.

(Aren’t they all soldiers?)

“Wait,” he says, without thinking. Keith turns back, surprised, looking at him with wide eyes. He comes to a halt, lets the other Blades walk past and ahead of him.

Shiro reaches for him, the human hand, hopes it’s not shaking. It closes around Keith’s shoulder and Shiro can’t feel anything but the rough, stiff fabric of the Blade of Marmora suit. He wonders if under his touch, Keith would be warm.

There is a long moment where they simply stand there, Keith watching and waiting and Shiro trying to find a way to – say something, say anything, take the sensation that’s clogging his throat and find words for why. But he can’t, doesn’t know how, so he tugs Keith a little closer and leans in, and—

(Keith’s eyes close. It doesn’t mean what Shiro wants it to, it can’t.)

—and Shiro touches their foreheads together, lightly. Keeps the rest of himself distanced.

Says, softly, “come back to us, all right?”

Come back to me, he means, but he can’t say that out loud. He tucks it away in his lungs.

And Keith – Keith opens his eyes and there’s too much there for Shiro to decipher. Keith’s eyes are a galaxy as he looks at Shiro, a tiny smile tugging at his lips.

“I will, Takashi,” he says.

(Shiro would give himself a hundred times over to hear his name in that voice again, like it’s mercy.)

And then Keith is turning away, walking to their ship, and Shiro is left touching empty spaces.

It will never not hurt, he thinks, to watch Keith walk away.

Because here is one more truth Shiro has long kept buried: that he has loved Keith for so long, now; has loved Keith since they’d been stranded together on a hostile planet in the far reaches of space, and back and back and back. He has loved Keith all these weeks and months and maybe even years, maybe from the moment Keith turned to him with the first genuine smile he’d ever given Shiro, soft crinkles at the corners of his eyes. He has loved Keith quietly, unceasingly, wholeheartedly.

For Shiro, Keith has never stopped feeling like the crackle of lightning in the desert air ahead of a storm – electric, exhilarating, enticing.

For Shiro, love has never been so painful or so sweet.

Because even if Keith never feels the same; even if Shiro takes all his confessions and hides them in the spaces between his ribs, where Keith cannot see; even if Shiro continues to love him quietly, so quietly – he will still be selfish.

He’ll still stay with Keith, as long as he’s allowed, just so he keeps seeing Keith smile.

(And he can pretend, when Keith goes away and comes back, that it’s him that Keith’s coming home to.)

[havanarr]

Golden

Keith&Shiro // 700 Words // T // AO3

Written for @sheithangstweek Day Three / Scars

Description: Shiro isn’t made of gold. But he wants to fill Keith’s scars with something just as precious.

Shiro used to be known as the Garrison’s golden boy. He’d never thought much of the name, he’d never felt all that golden. He was just your average pilot who worked hard and flew well. But sometimes the new cadets looked at him like he was made of gold, like he was the prize at the end of the Garrison. Their goal. Keith had been no exception, he’d looked at Shiro as if he could turn lead into gold just by touch.

Shiro began to hate the title even more after Kerberos, after he became the champion. Any part of him that had once been golden was long dead, lying on the arena floor somewhere in distant space. But Keith had never stopped looking at him in awe, never stopped treating him like the most precious, the most valuable, of metals.

Sometimes the way Keith looked at him, the way Keith spoke of him, made him feel just a little bit golden again.

Until he woke up from an Altean healing pod in the Black Lion, with one arm and a handful of new memories, to a Keith with a scar running down his face.

Shiro reaches out a hand, the only one he has right now, to land on Keith’s cheek. His thumb traces over the scar that sits there. The one that stops just under his eye. The one that he put there.

“I did this.” He says, his voice low. He’s not sure he’ll ever be able to convey just how sorry he is. He remembers everything, his own memories and the clone’s had melded together somewhere, he wasn’t really sure how. The clone’s memories were like watching someone play a video game. He could see out of the eyes, but he didn’t have any control, he couldn’t go back and change them.

“I’m so sorry, Keith.” He says, and Keith gives him a small smile.

Keith has changed in their time apart, he’s taller now. No longer the scrawny kid Shiro had picked up in an underfunded school on the outskirts of the city. His face has grown too, he can see it under the scar and the black eye. He’d put that there too. But he still looks at Shiro with the same admiration, the admiration that made him feel, just a little, like the Garrison golden boy again. Something in that look makes his heart twist, like someone’s wrapped a hand around it, squeezing it tighter and tighter.

I’m not really that golden. He wants to say.

I’m not really what you think I am.

He wants to shake Keith. To tell him to leave, to stop following him into despair and pain.

You deserve so much more than I can give you. He thinks, leaning forward until his forehead meets Keith’s.

“It’s okay.” Keith says.

Shiro’s heard him say “it’s okay” hundreds of times since waking up. He’d heard Keith mutter it to his mother, a tall Galra with the same features as Keith, as she tried to rub some kind of salve over his black eye. He’d heard Keith say it when Allura offered him the pod for his injuries. He’d heard him say it to the other Paladins over the coms as they battered him with questions.

“Keith.” He says as their foreheads touch. They’re alone in the Black Lion today. It’s the first time since he left the pod, since he woke up. It’s the first time he’s been alone with Keith in so long. And Keith looks so tired. He almost looks like he has two black eyes, one swallowed by the bruise that Shiro - the clone -  had given him and the other lined with a dark circle. Of all of them, Keith’s taken the most hits on their journey. His shoulder sliced open by a member of the Blade of Marmora. His hand burnt by a druid. Numerous bruises from missions, from throwing himself in front of his friends too many times. A broken finger from a crash landing.

Keith isn’t broken, he’s far from it, stronger than all of them put together. But there are cracks, and scars, like the one running up his cheek.

Shiro’s mother, a small woman from Kanazawa in north-western Japan, used to fix broken things with a lacquer mixed with powdered gold. Plates, bowls. Whatever Shiro broke, whatever his father had carelessly dropped, she’d fix, Leaving golden cracks behind. We can’t all be perfect, Takashi. She had said once, when he asked her why she did it. So we should embrace the imperfections.

Shiro isn’t made of gold. But he wants to fill Keith’s scars with something just as precious.

“I love you too.” He whispers into Keith’s dark hair, planting a kiss to the top of his head.

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[sthefystarker]

VLD Sheith Angst Week (Spanish and English fandom)

Ok I just find out about this Angst Week like... 3days ago? And I wanted to share this earlier! But Tumblr hated me and I couldn't post it on time omg.

And I couldn't resist this either! I'm so new into Voltron fandom... I mean, I just watched the serie during this month! And immediately, you know, Sheith stole my whole heart and oh well 💜 I wanna do something for this beautiful fandom.

So I asked for permission to one of the admins to translate the prompts and rules into Spanish because yes, that's my first language and I think Spanish fandom deserve love and appreciation as well😊

And the Angst Week starts today! on this Sunday 26th guys, so... We need a tight schedule starting from now 😆 Actually, I'll post my fic in a few minutes lol

At least I could share and post the translated prompts on the Sheith Voltron Facebook page, it's called 'No Sheith, no life' in case you wanna take a look. Currently, I'm one of the admin there so feel free to say hi.

For more info (and again, thank you so much), don't hesitate to visit @sheithangstweek , there's still chance to join!

Spanish

Gracias a una chica en un grupo Sheith de FB, casi que a última hora me enteré de esto y omg, no puedo evitar participar en ciertos eventos x,D Aparte que el Sheith me pegó fuerte como ship, es mi OTP de Voltron 💜

Comparto los prompts traducidos y las reglas. Ah, y sí se valen situaciones y finales felices en la Angst Week, ya pregunté 😆

Si ves este post, por favor rebblogea para que se corra la voz en el fandom. Y si conoces a alguien que le guste el Sheith, si puedes comparte esto, que tanto el fandom anglo como el español pueden participar sin problemas 😉

Reglas:

Cualquier duda o lo que deseen conversar, pueden escribirme con total confianza~ Ah, y compartiríamos sus aportes en la página de FB, "No Sheith, no Life". Empezamos a partir de... Hoy, este domingo 26 de agosto😆 En minutos espero subir mi fic pronto, lol.