This piece is inspired by Frostbite , a beautiful tale written by Dans and Rune under the pseudo of TruebornAlpha.
I'm still not 100% sure about this. I did the whole concept/sketch/lineart at the beginning of July, and completed it in tiny bits over the past months, so it's a little wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey but i promised myself to post more so here we are.
Shiro wakes up to the sound of his phone buzzing against the dark wood of his nightstand. He grabs for it without looking, and knocks his glasses off the edge and onto the floor. Shiro groans into his pillow, and his phone buzzes again, insistent.
“Okay,” he says, voice slurred from sleep. “Okay, hold on.”
His hand closes around the device and he draws his arm back into the cocoon of warmth beneath his duvet. It goes still just before he turns it over and Shiro sighs. The missed call notification flashes on his lock screen;
Missed call from Keith, 0345
Shiro blinks down at his phone. Why is Keith calling him at nearly four in the morning? Where is he calling from? A powerful spike of alarm brings Shiro to full wakefulness. Keith doesn’t call; he texted, he sent snaps, he left Shiro DMs with links to stupid tweets on Discord, but he never used to call before. Shiro’s mind helpfully supplies him with a whirlwind of catastrophe scenarios and Shiro grimaces, swiping his phone unlocked and calling Keith back.
Keith doesn’t pick up. His phone clicks over to voicemail after four rings and Shiro doesn’t bother leaving a message, just re-dials and reaches to turn the light on beside his bed. This time the phone goes to voicemail in the middle of a ring, which means Keith is alive enough to actively ignore Shiro’s call. Shiro sends him a text when he hangs up this time and drops his phone on his bed and reaches for a pair of sweats and the hoodie he took off before bed.
The phone buzzes again just as Shiro is tugging on a pair of socks and Shiro picks it up before the first set of vibrations has stopped.
“Keith!” Shiro says, a little more forcefully than intended and Keith giggles. Actually giggles. There’s so much noise in the background of Keith’s end; loud voices underscored by the thump of bass.
“Shiroooooooo,” Keith says, exuberant. A cheer goes up in the background of their call and Shiro sits down on his bed. There’s a sound like a door closing and then it’s quiet on Keith’s end. “Hey,” Keith says, voice soft.
“It’s four in the morning,” Shiro says. He tries to imbue his voice with sternness, but is waylaid by the yawn that cracks his jaw.
“Oh,” Keith answers, “sorry.” Shiro thinks he doesn’t sound very sorry.
“Did you need something?”
“Ah,” Keith hedges, and Shiro can see him rubbing the back of his neck like he does when he’s nervous.
“Keith, I have class at eight-thirty.”
“You do? Oh, shit, yeah, you do. I’m sorry, Shiro.” This time he does sound contrite and Shiro hums quietly in response. “I went to a party with Pidge’n’Lance,” Keith slurs, and then his voice drops into a conspiratorial whisper, “someone gave me three shots of tequila!”
“Do you need me to come get you?” Shiro asks, before he can tell himself not to.
“No, no, I’m fine. I’m in my Uber, we’re almost home.” Keith’s voice fades like he’s pulled his phone away from his mouth and Shiro hears a muffled conversation and then the slam of a car door. “I’m walking into my building right now, nothing to be worried about.”
“I’m glad you made it home safely,” Shiro says, listening as Keith fumbles with his keys and swears when he drops them.
“I wanted to hear your voice,” Keith says, tone light. Shiro hears the ding of an elevator door closing. Then, “I miss you, Shiro. So much. I feel like I can’t breathe sometimes, when I think about you.”
Shiro thinks that being flayed alive would probably be less painful than this. “Keith,” he says, trying to get a handle on the conversation before Keith says something he’ll regret in the morning. “You need to drink some water and take an aspirin and go to bed.”
“Why’d you let me leave you, Shiro?” Keith’s voice is plaintive on the phone. “We were so good. What happened?”
“You tell me,” Shiro says. There’s silence for a long time, and then the chime of the elevator hitting Keith’s floor. Keith still doesn’t speak but Shiro can hear him moving along the hallway. He hears the turn of the lock on Keith’s door and then the bang of it shutting behind Keith.
“I’m sorry, Shiro,” Keith says, and he sounds a lot more sober than he did fifteen minutes ago when he’d picked up the phone. “I shouldn’t have called.”
“It’s okay,” Shiro says, suddenly desperate to keep Keith on the phone. He lets himself fall back onto his bed, and stares up at the water-stained ceiling of his dorm bedroom. “I don’t mind. It’s good to hear from you.”
“It’s nice to hear your voice too,” Keith says, warmth bleeding through.
There’s another silence, and Shiro thinks about filling it, but he hears Keith’s intake of breath and hopes Keith will speak instead. He doesn’t. Shiro chews on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from jumping in.
Keith sighs. “I’m going to go to sleep now,” he says, “thanks for checking up on me.”
“It’s no problem,” Shiro says, surprised at how steady his voice is. “Sleep well, Keith.”
“‘Night, Shiro,” Keith says and the line goes dead. Shiro lets his phone drop beside his head and breathes in, counts to four and lets it out in a long woosh of air before he sits up and pulls his hoodie off and shucks his sweats. He plugs his phone back in and turns off the light, rolls over and wills himself back to sleep.
Do you know any more social media fics? Au or not! Thanks for doing the lord’s work and supplying me with the good sheith! 💜💜💜
In 280 Characters or Less - arcadenemesis
30k (Mature)
peithjust let me die
It erases his lingering embarrassment immediately. He's still not quite too sure what it is about Twitter that makes Keith so dramatic, but his followers are hardly ones to complain. The remark already has dozens of likes and replies, and Shiro decides to add his own, amused.
You're not dying. It's just a misunderstanding.… Why is everyone telling you F?
Inspired by the RPTron/VPRP crew on Twitter
(1) new notification - ailurea
12k (Mature)
Atlas is an amazing Svenkira writer who Keith's had a crush on for the better part of the last two years. Keith's happy to pine from afar, but then he gets assigned to Atlas for the Valentine's Exchange, and it's the start of a beautiful friendship... and maybe something more.
I went through your arranged marriage tag and wondered if there have been any new additions? Especially any more medieval or fantasy type settings? I also read one a while back with knight!Keith where he hid away after he had to compete in trials for shirts hand in marriage and they knew each other before?
To Be By His Side - starticker
19k (Teen)
Prince Takashi of Shirogane must marry to inherit the throne, and his spouse must be determined by eligible candidates competing in a series of competitions known as the Royal Games. Complications arise when Shiro's bodyguard, Keith, goes missing weeks before the Games begin, and then again when a mysterious suitor shows up to compete. What has happened to Keith? And who is the Red Knight, the challenger who seems determined not just to win Shiro’s hand but also his heart?
Sincerely Yours [Letters to a Loved One Remix] - Spatzi_Schatz
Ongoing, 3/5 chapters. 6.5k (Teen)
Shiro has been betrothed to Lord Yurak of Marmora for practically as long as he can remember. His nuptial arrangement predates his royal service, his pilot training at The Garrison, even the death of his grandparents. It definitely predates the Great War.
But the Great War is supposedly over, at least in an official sense, according to the peace treaties if nothing else. Even so, Shiro has been so thoroughly preoccupied by the inheritance of his grandfather’s land and titles at the March of Arus and his promotion to admiral of the Royal Altean Fleet, he has not had a spare thought for neither marriage nor noble alliances and court politics. Until the arrival of the messenger, that is.
Warlords - SashaDistan
31k (Mature)
Keith, the Warlord Prince of Marmora, will do anything to save his people from an unwinnable war against the rest of the solar system. Anything, even if it means the end of the only kind of life he’s ever known, moving to a planet where he will be the only member of his species. Even if it means marrying a man sent against him in battle, someone who he has tried to kill.
Admiral Shirogane is willing to accept the marriage for the sake of the Coalition and the peace treaty which will bring an end to the bloodshed, but that doesn’t mean it will be easy. Especially not if the Second Prince of the Galra still seems intent on fighting him at every turn.
Or: the one where the arranged marriage turns out to be just what’s needed to help two fighters move on from a bloody past.
But being attached at the hip means that Keith is there when omegas come up and flirt with Shiro, when they brush up against him and ask him to walk them to their rooms. He’s there and he sees it all and it clearly gives him an idea—
Or: Shiro is a good alpha who helps omegas in heat by allowing them to platonically scent him. This goes great for him until Keith.
Knotting Love - Strange and Intoxicating -rsa- (strangeandintoxicating)
Shiro shouldn’t have come. He’d known that every step to Keith’s door.
But the Alpha instincts were strong. They were singing in his veins urging him just to go check. Just a quick little wellness check that everything was okay.
When Keith says “I need a favor” while they’re sitting on the couch eating microwave popcorn and watching a stupid B-list horror movie on a Saturday night, Shiro is expecting to drive him somewhere, lend him something, or maybe — at the extreme — go as his date to a work event so he doesn’t have to spend the evening alone.
it’s just a fever - sinspiration
4k. (Teen) Contains: a/b/o dynamics
“Nest?” Keith asks. Gasps, really. “What?”
Shiro tries not to panic. Do humans not build nests? If Keith grew up human, he might have different heat coping methods. How had Shiro not thought to ask? “If you don’t nest, can you tell me what else will help?”
A weak laugh. “I’m okay,” Keith says. Like he’s trying to comfort Shiro. “I’m just sick. Do Galra not get sick?”
He didn’t know how to even begin broaching the subject. How do you tell your best friend that you’d be willing to spend a week fucking their brains out? But like, make it casual? Not because you want it to be casual but because you don’t want them to think they owe you anything. You’ve been in love with them forever but—
In which Shiro is an alpha with the Altean special guard and Keith is an omega who hides as a beta working for the Blade of Marmora. They’ve gone on a lot of missions together and can hardly stand to be around one another, always fighting over how to best complete their assignments.
But what happens when they get stranded together and Keith goes into an unexpected heat?
As a critical rebel uprising approaches, Keith’s sudden heat promises to ruin Voltron’s plans of attack against the Galra. With only days until Voltron is set to lead the rebels to victory, Shiro has to make a choice: help Keith through his heat and risk the exposure of long-hidden feelings, or risk the failure of their mission.
Lost a fic. it was about newly turned vampire keith, he became homeless and accidentally ran into shiro and matt (who are both vampires). they took K home and it was something about sires and zarkon turning people.. The fic is titled smth along the line like "of sires and prodigies " but i cant find it anymore
Of Sires and Progeny - SilenceIsGolden15
9.6k (Mature) Contains: violence
Keith made his way towards 15th Street, hands in his hoodie pockets and worn sneakers scraping on the pavement. Twilight was rapidly fading into full darkness. People would be scurrying home now, locking themselves in with their warmth and light and families, hiding away from things that dwelt in the shadows. Things like him. Though the things they were thinking of probably had a few less fangs.
Hello! By any chance is there a fic that contains Keith or Shiro being extremely unaware about their feelings to one another and one of the paladins is giving them some kind of speech about it, to understand that they are dumb? Thanks as always!
everybody knows that you love me baby - adamantine @adamantineheart
9k (Teen)
“When did Captain Shirogane and Kogane start dating?”
She expects a juicy story. Maybe a confession in the middle of battle. Maybe Kogane proclaiming his eternal love over Shirogane’s lifeless body. Something big and dramatic for sure, befitting the Garrison’s power couple.
Instead, Lance sputters and falls out of his chair, Pidge's eyebrows shoot up so high they almost leave her face entirely, and Hunk's jaw drops so far down Nadia is concerned it’s genuinely become unhinged.
Or, the one where everybody finally figures out Keith and Shiro are dating.
Are there any sheith fics where one of them is a mermaid and the other is breaking them out of the aquarium? Or similar concepts to that?
Caught in the Tide - Skalidra @skalidra
6.7k (Teen)
Keith's starting a new job; night guard at a seaside research facility. During introduction, him and the other two new recruits are taken around and shown all the facility's creatures, including the only merman ever taken alive, who seems awfully friendly considering the warnings they're getting about how aggressive he is.
Heartstone - mikkimouse @mad-madam-m
6.3k (Teen)
Shiro gaped. He'd heard stories, certainly, about creatures who roamed the deep waters—merfolk who were neither human nor fish, squid the length of an entire village, women who sang sailors to their doom, beings who could transform between human and seal—but he'd never seen any of the legends come to life.
And yet, here was a merman, sunning himself on the rock in the bay.
when freedom called my name - psyraah @shiroganedefencesquad
2.5k (General)
Keith saves a merman. In the process, he saves himself.
“Let him drown!”
Keith winced. That voice was unmistakably Sendak’s. No one went against Sendak and, well, that was going to be that.
Deciding not to think about how much longer he had before they tossed him over the side of the ship, Keith peered through the hole in the hull to the wide expanse of the ocean outside, chains scraping on the damp floor as he shifted. He wondered where the mer had gone. Had he been able to find his family? Keith could only hope so—it had never felt right for the creature to be held captive. Keith had seen many atrocities in his years on the ship, but there had been something so wrong about holding the mer. The pained defiance in the creature’s eyes, the deep sorrow it held. It had been without its family.
Keith knew that feeling all too well.
So in the end, it had been an easy decision to make. An easy decision to choose freedom and life, even if it meant he condemned his own.