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[burning-moths]

Happy Black Paladins Anniversary!!! Here's a little doodle of my favourite ship ever! <3

[cockybusiness]

Together.

[mr-hollymoon]

I haven't drawn these guys for six months, and you know ... I'm back! I still have ideas, but unfortunately there is almost no free time. P.s. I post it a second time ... why? Because in the search the first post cannot be found... again. Т_Т

June 26 Sky/Fire Thanks for @sheithmonth

[virdisdrachen]

A very late entry for @sheithmonth Day 1: marriage/divorce.

I know people usually do simple rings for these two. But I just had this idea for a design that I had to get out of my head. Reference was used.

Hope you all like~~~ 🖤❤️

[shiizuuko]

Dinner date ❤

For Sheith Month's free day

[sideofwritingsandramblings]

Day 26: Together

For sheithmonth July 26th - Confession/Listen

“I love you Keith.”

“Yeah Shiro, I love you too.”

Shiro took a deep breath, “No, Keith I… I’m in love with you.”

There was a beat of silence where Keith just stared at him in shock. And then Shiro’s heart dropped as Keith turned...

And ran away.

-

Shiro sighed, knocking his head back against the wall from where he sat on his bed, unable to focus on the datapad in his hand. 

Ever since they had taken off in the Atlas and back out into space Keith had been avoiding him. Shiro had expected all kinds of things when he finally got up the courage to confess to Keith. He had expected Keith to reject him immediately, telling him that he’d always thought of Shiro as a brother and nothing more. Or Keith would let him down gently, saying he didn’t feel the same way but that they could still be friends. Or, in his wildest fantasies, he had even thought that maybe Keith would feel the same.

He never expected Keith to run and then pretend it never happened. To act like they were only coworkers. Strangers.

It made Shiro’s heart hurt like it was being torn apart.

Even today, when they had gone down to the Clear Day celebration he couldn’t find the courage to ask Keith to hang out with him. And Keith certainly didn’t offer to accompany him through the festivities either.

Instead Shiro had found himself unwittingly participating in that stupid arm wrestling contest. He had won sure, fueling his ever competitive nature. But now that the adrenaline was past and he was back in his own room, he felt sickened about how much it reminded him of the arena. It was part of the reason why he was awake at 2 in the morning rather than asleep. 

He had accidentally brought all those memories back to the surface. Now, instead of enjoying the victory of an innocent contest of strength, he closes his eyes and smells blood and hears the screams of anguish from himself and his opponents in the arena.

He just couldn’t stop fucking up lately.

And why had he wanted to prove his worth so bad anyways? That alien who had taunted him about his age? Why did it matter what he thought?

But then Shiro remembers looking out into the crowd and seeing Keith. Keith, who had been cheering for him and finally looking at him again. It had affected Shiro more than he wants to admit. It was no longer just about proving himself, it was about showing off to Keith.

That, at least, made him flush in embarrassment rather than dredging up more painful memories.

Shiro stretched briefly before standing up and pulling on his shirt. Maybe a quick walk around the Atlas would help him get his mind to settle.

He left his room and walked down the hall and past multiple bedrooms. He paused briefly to look at Keith’s door but moved on quickly. There were only a couple other people moving about, whether to the cafeteria for a snack or just unable to sleep like him. Those who did pass by always saluted, to which Shiro waved them along easily.

He resisted the urge to go onto the deck, where the overnight crew would be working. He was pretty sure Iverson had volunteered to oversee them tonight and Shiro had no desire to be scolded by the man for not resting enough.

Shiro continued to walk aimlessly, passing by Colleen’s lab and gardens, the hanger, and various other facilities until he found himself stopping in front of the training decks.

He could hear the sounds of sparring from inside and instinctively pressed his hand against the pad to open the door. He should have known it would be Keith. Shiro watched as Keith danced around one of the training dummies, brandishing his Galran blade to attack and parry. Shiro was immediately met with a dilemma. Keith hadn’t noticed him yet and it would be fairly easy to slip from the room. However, Shiro also knew this might be the last time in who knows how long he might be able to get his best friend alone.

Well, hopefully he can still call Keith his best friend.

Shiro coughed quietly to let Keith know he was there. Keith whipped around to face him, and stood too long staring at Shiro to realize the training dummy was still active.

“Keith!” Shiro yelled too late as the dummy slammed a metal arm into Keith’s side, knocking him back and down onto the ground.

Shiro didn’t hesitate, running forward to where Keith lay prone while sending his Altean arm ahead of him to ram into the dummy.

“End training sequence!” Shiro commanded and the lights behind the dummy’s eyes went dark, “Keith, are you okay?”

Shiro kneeled by Keith’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder. Luckily the other man was already sitting up, panting from having the wind knocked out of him, but otherwise seemed unharmed.

“I’m fine,” Keith choked out, pushing himself up and away from Shiro’s touch.

It made Shiro feel unreasonably cold and alone.

Shiro watched as Keith picked up his towel to wipe the sweat away from his face and Shiro could tell he was already preparing to leave.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Shiro asked, desperately wanting to break the silence.

“Yeah.”

Keith walked towards the door.

“Keith.”

Keith finally met his eye, “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

Keith’s eyes furrowed in confusion, his hand coming to rest on his side where the dummy had punched him, “It’s not your fault, I’m the one who got distracted.”

“No- I mean I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable when I confessed. I… I can’t take it back but I never meant to make you feel pressured into returning my feelings or-”

“Shiro, it’s fine,” Keith cut in and Shiro was confused by the pained look in Keith’s eyes, “I’m sorry. But I can’t right now. I can’t-”

Keith goes silent and Shiro can see the warring emotions behind Keith’s eyes. His pain and fear and indecision. Shiro takes a step forward, approaching Keith as carefully as he would a wild animal. He risks to reach out for Keith’s hand and he’s surprised when Keith lets him take it.

Keith let out a sigh and his eyes dropped closed, as if the contact were enough to soothe his rioting emotions.

“I love you Shiro,” he finally whispered, squeezing Shiro’s hand, “Until this war is over-until Haggar is stopped-you’re going to be a target. She knows how much you mean to me and she’s already used that to her advantage. If she were to find out we were together she would know how to destroy both of us.”

Shiro just stared for a moment, processing everything Keith said. Shiro let out a breath that was almost a laugh and Keith’s eyes snapped open, bewildered by Shiro’s reaction.

“Keith listen,” Shiro started, grabbing Keith’s shoulders with both his hands, “Haggar already knows everything. I’ve loved you since I first asked you to be the Black Paladin. Maybe even sooner. Like you said, she already knows how to use our bond against us but we’re stronger together. I’m not asking anything from you that you don’t want but please don’t push me away.”

“I can’t lose you again Shiro. I won’t.”

“I know,” Shiro whispered and he could see Keith’s control slipping, “I can’t promise anything, but I love you Keith. I want to be with you and I will try my absolute damndest to stay alive for you too.”

Shiro watched as Keith seemed to come to a decision and in the next moment Keith moved closer, hovering just a few centimeters away. He’s not sure who moved first but the moment their lips met Shiro knew everything was going to be okay.

They would end this war. Together.

[imhereformysciencefriends]

Day 1 of @shiroshipweek -wounds and day 14 of @sheithmonth -pent up

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There hadn’t really been time for a healing pod, and Shiro was operating fine anyway, so he didn’t mention the aches in his body, the sore tiredness that came from too much strain in far too short a time. There was a Galra fleet at their doorstep (or maybe they were on theirs) and Voltron needed its leader. So he led, and he fought, and he grit his teeth and bore it each time he had to force the controls forward and his arms screamed at him in protest.

They won, of course, and Shiro took his time coming out of Black. She nudged his brain with her own, chastising his recklessness and ordering him to a healing pod, or at the very least to bed, and with a small smile Shiro sent back his agreement.

“Well done Paladins,” Allura started, Shiro hiding his desire to limp gingerly as he joined them, “but the castle took fire on the starboard flank. We’re fortunate none of you are particularly injured; until Coran and I can get the cables rewired, we’re down all our healing pods.

General murmuring from the group, mostly the three cadets, had Allura smiling brightly, and Hunk began the dispersal by demanding Pidge come with him to the kitchen and wondering when the last time they’d eaten something was. They tried to argue, saying he was being fussy, but he refused to have any of it, and Lance tagged along with.

“Shiro?”

Shit. Of course Keith noticed.

“It’s fine, Keith,” Shiro said, forcing a smile, “just a little sore is all.”

Keith’s hand on his shoulder had Shiro relaxing by increments, and Black nudged him again, though the feeling was less clear this time. “I’ll help,” Keith stated plainly, and well, Shiro wasn’t much to argue, in his condition. Not if it was Keith.

Shiro didn’t bother hiding his limp around Keith, and the blow to his pride when he leaned on Keith’s shoulder was less than it would have been with any of the others. Keith turned out to be instrumental to Shiro getting out of his Paladin armor, his own limbs refusing to bend that far.

“Thanks,” Shiro said tiredly, eyes slipping closed when Keith’s hands came down on both his shoulders.

“You’re tense as a metal rod,” Keith observed and Shiro chuckled wryly.

“Guess I may have been in a high intensity situation recently or something.”

Keith firmly, pointedly dug the heels of his palms into Shiro’s shoulders and he let out a small “oh.”

“Keith,” Shiro said, head lolling forward while Keith’s hands smoothed over the troubled knots in his muscles, “you don’t have to.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Keith said warmly, fondly, and Shiro chuckled at their age-old joke. He’d forgotten about that one, somehow. Keith’s stubbornness turned playful.

His hands were achingly wonderful, down Shiro’s back, over the tight knobs of his spine and divot of his lower back, working patiently to massage kink after kink out of Shiro until he was a pliable mess of jelly and exhaustion. A final pat to Shiro’s shoulder signaled Keith was done, and Shiro smiled at him, for real that time, and Keith smiled softly back. The thing between them wasn’t named, yet, and in all honesty probably wouldn’t be for a while, but it was always nice to have the real, solid proof that Keith would always have Shiro’s back. In more ways than one.

“Thanks again,” Shiro said sincerely. Keith, so changed from before but still the same man Shiro had always known, predictably deflected.

“Yeah yeah, get some sleep, old timer.”

“Get out of my room, punk kid,” Shiro shot back, Black purring in his brain and lulling him down onto the pillow and to sleep.

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