#size difference sheith

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Shiro being bigger than Keith: Nice

Shiro being bigger than Keith AND they’re both buff: N I C E

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron) Additional Tags: Shiro isn’t your wooby damsel, Bottom Keith (Voltron) Summary:

James jokes that Shiro was Keith’s damsel.

He finds Keith in the garage. He’s on his back on a rolling stool working beneath a hoverbike. Shiro pulls him out by his hips. "Jame- Shiro?" He must have just gone under because there's no grease on him. Shiro wraps a hand around his throat but doesn’t apply pressure. He pauses, looking into Keith’s eyes, waiting. Keith gasps and the wrench in his hand clangs on the floor. Shiro holds the wrist of that hand down. "Yes," Keith whispers through a shaky exhale.

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Keith is wearing Shiro’s letterman, and swimming in it because of their size difference. But he doesn’t mind: it helps fight the crisp autumn breezes.

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Shenguins, Part 2

I can’t believe I’m writing more. What a blessed AU. Thanks @bleachkeki :

”I’ll bring him the smoothest, shiniest pebble. Keith is hopping around the rocks near the water. The area is much more treacherous than he anticipated, given that’s he tumbled into the churning waters a few times now. But the best pebbles are always found by the sea, so a few cuts and bruises are a small token to finding the one.

He’s at an advantage, made more for the coastal areas than the harsh, barren inland of nothing but snow. Love is not easy, he’s realizing as one of his flippers skids off a boulder and he’s taken by the waves again. But life is compromise, and Shiro is worth it. And also very, very big, so he squeezes Keith into his breast when a freezing breeze sweeps by. Their chicks, the ones that are hatched, and already bigger than their one father, help form a circle around him, too.

Keith wants a small collection of pebbles to bring to Shiro, even if it means waddling from water to open area, the treasures tucked in pouch.

There! He spots one about the size of his flipper, wedged between boulders. He lets the water ease him over, then plants both flippers down when he reaches it, and beakes it loose. He adds it to the collection pile, which is safely some waddles pace inland.

Keith keeps at it until he realizes his gumption; the pile is more than his pouch can carry.

But that’s ok. He’ll gather up what he can, and come back when the overhead is brighter.

Shiro’s gonna have the smoothest, shiniest pebble in the whole colony.”

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Shenguin Au part 3

Keith is napping, belly down over the egg, neck feathers cushioning him against the ground. Shiro stands over him, watching carefully, as well as being a detterent against the others. Warming their egg, Keith can be prone to getting stepped on, or tripped over. The colony is barely out of mating season. The parent not roosting is not watching down; their chicks won’t hatch for some time. Shiro knows he can’t always be here. More suited to the inland, he’ll roost their egg as the air grows colder, and winds stronger, and Keith will fish for their chick. But for now, the colony silent except for the occassional churrs that are quiet, intimate whispers among mates, Shiro can watch on, letting his own mate rest up.

Shiro bends his head down and smoothes his beak over Keith’s neck.

He was certain Keith would leave after Shiro returned last season, right flipper mauled from a leopard seal attack. Keith has ample tail plummage, and a gorgeous coat, along with his fierce protectiveness, he’s a choice mate. Shiro was certain he’d leave the colony, and find a handsome, and whole, mate from his own kind. Instead, Keith rested a cheek against the gash along what remained of the flipper. He left, to what Shiro thought was goodbye, but came back with a beautiful pebble.

Keith leaves with the rest of one half of the colony, journeying out to feed and build supply for their chicks.

Shiro misses him. The warmth of the huddle not quite the same as being next to Keith.

But when he sleeps, he hears Keith’s call. Completely unique from any other in the colony, it’s Shiro’s favorite sound. He dreams of preening and gentle mating. Of their chick, growing safetly in their egg, swaddled in Shiro’s pouch. The winds blow. The air freezes. The colony comes together tighter. There is no brightness overhead, has not been so for many, many winds. But the promise of Keith, of their chick, their family, come light overhead, is enough to let him rest.

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I have had a tag for quite a while that’s dedicated to the size difference in sheith (#size difference sheith) and sometimes it’s such a close call to determine if there’s a difference. It’s funny to imagine, if I had a ruler and did calculations or something. But sometimes it really comes down to, ”well Shiro’s hand is a few millimeters bigger,” or, ”Shiro’s neck is thicker.”

And that’s just life sometimes¯\_(ツ)_/¯