#shiro/keith

[cosmofrogg]

Sheith for Continuum Sheith Zine

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Reread Trenches recently. You've send me back to the Sheith and Shiro trenches. My most beloved blorbos from my most traumatic fandom.

wow what an awesome message to get! Trenches is still one of my favorites, I had such fun writing it, and I still every now and then toy with the idea of writing a third part! but to hear someone is still reading it today? I just love that. thanks so much.

(fic for reference)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron) Characters: Shiro (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) Additional Tags: Sheith Secret Santa 2023, Prompt Fic, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Demon Shiro (Voltron), Human Keith (Voltron), Demon Summoning, Demon Deals, Temptation, Sins, Summoning Circles, Accidental summoning, Mention of a sliced finger, Attraction, Desire, Sexual Tension, First Kiss, Don’t repost to another site, Size Difference, big demon little mortal Summary:

Demon Shiro and his mortal client Keith meet thanks to a demonic band t-shirt and sandwich making gone wrong.

Things work out very well.

[v-tired-queer]

Pastel goth Keith who can and will kick your ass with absolutely no hesitation whatsoever x punk Shiro who is covered in tattoos and let's you live out of the kindness of his heart when you piss him off

[inkfishie]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Matt Holt Additional Tags: Gay Panic, Firefighter Keith (Voltron), Pining Shiro (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron) is a Mess, Light Angst, Past Curtis/Shiro (Voltron), Not Written by AI Summary:

“..Sir? Can you hear me?” The guy asks again.

Shiro opens his mouth to respond, but all that comes out is an embarrassingly high-pitched squeak of a sound. The man blinks, and in misery, Shiro watches as a tiny smile twitches up the corner of his mouth. Shiro’s face gets hotter, but it also feels like his heart skips a damned beat.

Oh no, Shiro thinks. I’m in so much trouble.

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Shiro gets roped into a being a volunteer at a training for emergency personnel. It doesn't go as expected.

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Parts 4&5 are up of the Prince’s Journals!! CW: Pre-relationships, endgame sheith (If you read the princess diaries you know)

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I got @slouph / @slouphblog heartbreaking and/or super funny Sheith zines. I already had one of their zines so I'm happy that I could buy these too. I also got this wonderful standee. ❤️❤️❤️

Their art style is super adorable and their humor is so funny. But they can also write sad stuff which they show with their other zines. So please check out their works. It is worth it. 🙏💕

[johaerys-writes]

Shiro/Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defender | E | Ch. 3/3 

Summary: During a fight with the Galra, Shiro and Keith are sucked into a wormhole and flung to the far edge of the universe. They land on an empty and unfamiliar planet, with no way of contacting the castle, but Keith isn’t too worried. Things could be worse— at least they have each other.

Until Shiro collapses.

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“Blood sugar levels are normal, heart rate a bit elevated but nothing out of the ordinary, liver enzymes intact. Overall, I’d say he’s as healthy as a flimhog in its prime!” Coran says cheerfully as he reads Shiro’s vitals off the chart displayed on the pod’s monitor. “It’s like he was never sick at all.”

“But he was.” Keith frowns, arms crossed before his chest. After making it back to the castle, Coran has kept Shiro in the medbay, running every test on him that there is. Shiro’s looking better now, much better, but Keith can’t shake the worry that still lingers. Shiro was very sick. There was something seriously wrong with him, and it could still be there, ready to come back at any moment.

“What caused those symptoms in the first place?” Keith insists. “Can’t the pod just figure that out?”

Coran purses his lips in thought as he goes over the data again. “Usually, foreign bodies like viruses or bacteria leave some sort of trace after they’re gone, even if it’s just the antibodies the body produces. But there’s nothing here that I can see. Only the imbalances caused by the high fever.”

“I might be able to help,” Pidge says beside Keith. “I got some samples from the planet you were on. Perhaps if I run a quick comparison with similar strains on Earth and the places we’ve visited so far, the results could point us in the right direction. Hopefully it will tell us more about what happened to Shiro.”

Coran ticks some numbers in his data pad, then transfers the information to the main computer. Pidge cracks her knuckles and gets to work, the numbers on the screen reflecting on her glasses as her fingers swiftly tap the keyboard.

Keith waits anxiously while the computer processes the information. Shiro is still in the healing pod. The contact fluid is surrounding him, drifting through his hair like underwater currents. Coran had to give him an anaesthetic to prepare him for the examination, and his features are now soft as if with sleep. It makes Keith’s heart ache.

Just a little bit longer, he thinks. We’re getting you out of there soon.

“Right! That should tell us something.” Pidges presses a button when the computer starts beeping, and a list of numbers a mile long comes up on the screen. Keith can’t make heads or tails of it. “Hmm… that’s interesting.”

“Well?” Keith says, his foot tapping on the floor. “What does it say?”

“It looks like he had some sort of allergic reaction.” Pidge frowns at the screen, her brows pinching together in concentration. “This planet you were on: did you notice anything unusual about it?”

“No… not off the top of my head. It seemed fine to me. The suits didn’t detect anything wrong. The air was clear, just a tad too highly oxygenated.” When Pidge doesn’t respond, only continues to squint at the screen, Keith stomach tightens. “Why? Did you find something?”

“So, the planet’s atmosphere is composed of oxygen, nitrogen, argon, carbon dioxide, traces of neon and methane and—”

“Yes, just like Earth,” Keith interrupts impatiently. “What else?”

“And,” Pidge says pointedly, “an extensive web of microscopic symbiotic creatures. Now, most planets with some sort of lifeform have those, right? But these are different. They are necessary for the native life to thrive, and impossible to filter from the air. But if they are inhaled by non-native life, they can cause severe anaphylactic shock. Not only that, they seem to be highly aggressive towards alien life-forms, inhabiting the body for a while after until they are successfully dealt with by the immune system, like a bacterial infection. A few seconds of exposure is enough.” She turns back to the screen, staring down the list of strange numbers and symbols. “This is fascinating. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

Keith’s blood runs cold. He stares at Pidge as if he doesn’t understand. “So that’s what made Shiro sick? The air of this planet?”

“That’s what it looks like.”

Keith’s pulse thrums in his ears, making him dizzy. It can’t be— how can that be? It was Keith that told Shiro that the air in that place was okay. It was Keith that told him it was safe to take off their helmets. It was Keith. If he’d noticed earlier… if he’d somehow known—

“It’s all my fault,” he mutters. “I told Shiro— I just looked at the readings on my suit. Everything seemed normal. How were we supposed to know—” He snaps his mouth shut when the lump in his throat makes it difficult to speak. It was all his fault. He was the one that insisted they go after that cruiser in the first place, that dragged them into the wormhole, that put Shiro’s life in danger. He is the one that’s responsible for all this mess.

If it wasn’t for him, Shiro would have been fine. He would have been safe and sound and healthy in the castleship, and none of this would have ever happened.

Keith rakes a hand through his hair and looks away, tries to control his breathing. He can’t lose his cool, not now, not like this. Not in front of everyone. That’s a sure fire way to make everything worse, and that’s the least Keith wants.

“What about me?” he asks, jaw clenched tight.

Coran blinks. “What about you, my boy?”

“I took off my helmet too. I breathed the same air Shiro did. Why didn’t I go into anaphylactic shock too?”

Coran and Pidge exchange a curious look, then go back to staring at the numbers. “You didn’t have any symptoms?” he asks, leaning over Pidge’s shoulder.

“Nope.”

“No fever, no shortness of breath, no lesions?”

“Nothing, I was fine.” Keith shakes his head. “How is it possible that I was fine, and this happened to Shiro?”

“Now that is the million groggery question, Number Two!” Coran says, way too happily given the subject at hand. “One that we shall have to have a look into. But for the time being, let’s get you some anti-allergy medication, shall we? Just to be on the safe side. You never know when those pesky symbiotic creatures might hit!”

Though it is the last thing that Keith wants, he still endures stoically as Coran pricks his finger to take a drop of blood to examine it, then checks his pupils and his mouth with a flashlight that makes his tongue itch. After some careful deliberation and an extensive look through his manual, he hands him a pill, which Keith chases down with some water, and gives him a strict warning not to eat any zogglion fruit or Uggirlon moss juice.

“Though delicious, they are absolutely the worst when in combination with the medicine I just gave you. The reaction could be deadly! I’d stay far away from them right now, if I were you.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t planning on having any, don’t worry,” Keith replies, wrinkling his nose in disgust when he remembers the slimy quality of the zogglion fruit —or whatever it’s called— when Coran presented it to them the week before. Keith isn’t particularly picky with food, but he’d rather starve than eat another bite of that thing.

He waits outside the medbay while Coran runs some last few tests on Shiro. Allura, Hunk and Lance all arrive to keep him company, and though Keith isn’t particularly in the mood to talk, he still appreciates the distraction. He doesn’t really want to be left alone with his thoughts right now. His worry for Shiro, although duller now that he knows he’s okay and can be treated properly if something happens, still feels like a vice, gripping his stomach. He won’t relax until Shiro is there with them, until Keith can talk to him.

As soon as Coran’s tests are done, he drains the healing pod of contact fluid and they all help him carry Shiro to a medical table until the anaesthetic wears off. Keith sits by him on a stool, his knee bouncing restlessly. He wants to be there when Shiro opens his eyes.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron) Characters: Shiro (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Black Lion (Voltron) Additional Tags: #ficwip Drabble Challenge, Drabble, Weddings, Post-Wedding, Honeymoon, Romantic Fluff, Black Lion (Voltron) - Freeform, Happy, Short & Sweet, Don’t repost to another site, Love, Married Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Just Married, Canon Rewrite, Fix-It Summary:

Every Paladin deserves a happy ending. Shiro and Keith have finally found theirs together.

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Regris (Voltron), Romelle (Voltron), Zethrid (Voltron), Ezor (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Exes, Musicians, band au, Exes to Lovers, Keith/Regris as Friends with Benefits, Bartender Keith (Voltron), Guitarist Keith (Voltron), Singer Shiro (Voltron), Keith (Voltron)-centric, POV Keith (Voltron), Half-Galra Keith (Voltron), Keith & Pidge | Katie Holt Friendship, Hunk & Keith (Voltron) Friendship, Keith & Romelle (Voltron) Friendship, Slow Burn, (this was originally a twitter thread so if it's familiar that's why!) Summary:

Keith wouldn't exactly say he was kicked out of the band. It's not like they sat him down and told him to leave, but well. Breakups are messy and loyalty is a hell of a thing. Sides were chosen. No one picked Keith's.

Or, Keith's Blades arc, but make it a musicians au.

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Quizas llego tarde al fandom pero un fanart nunca esta de mas <3

[greenflamedwriter]

Edens Garden

So as a kid I found some images on google and used them for anime slideshows [that was a thing on old school youtube] So I found some images and came to the conclusion of a story. It was called Messiah a BL game, so past twelve year old me looked at it and thought.

There's a seme vampire in love with a uke femine boy and a bratty switch who also has a crush on the uke [Yaoi was super popular back then don't judge me] Both the uke/seme had sex and the brat didn't like it. But I always shipped the THREE of them and thought majoirty of it was consensual. That the Uke was picked on and abandoned and was [/suicidal] and had to choose with which person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Wholesome and consensual :D

As an adult I recently was looking into the Messiah story because of yeah I loved that as a kid and couldn't get my hands on any english translations at the time- I wonder if any png are still floating around-

...

0.0 It is messed up like Evangelion messed up- I can't believe I shipped it, the story I thought it was- was better in my head while I hate what it originally was. Ignorance is bliss.

SO. I decided to write a poly ship of Shklance with Messiah [oh what I THOUGHT it was about] and write Keith and Shiro being soulmate vampires and Lance being the third wheel before becoming a solid third.

So Here's the beggining from Keiths POV tell me what you think.

CHapter One: The Beggining.

Keith Kogane knew he was different from the others, day one. His dad was always patient with him, that patience frustrated Keith, and other situations whenever people would talk down to him. Why was it that no one could understand what he meant?

He would say something and find people giving him funny looks, only for someone to repeat what he spoke but just phrased it differently. And they would act like they were doing him a favour.

It irritated him to no end. He decided to never speak and when he did he would find himself in the middle of fights.

One particular fight was against James Griffin and his lackeys, Keith only told him how it was, he didn’t like James and that was it. But apparently you can’t tell a kid you don’t like them you have to lie then hate them behind their back.

Which was just…stupid.

In the confusion Keith realised during the fight most of his opponents disappeared, he barely had a chance to see a kid help him until he punched him by accident.

“Owch- Ah dude I was helping you!” He proved it when James appeared in his blindside, taking advantage of the disruption but the kid pushed him back.

James and the others ran off while the kid was crying about his nose.

“Oh my god is it broken? Please tell me- is it bad?” He babbled and Keith could only think this kid was so strange. 

“Shut up, let me take a look-” The kid paused, holding still, tears pricking his eyes “It’s fine- just clipped it.” The boy relaxed “oh thank god- hey where are you going?”

“Home?”

“Oh cool, mind if I walk you?” Keith felt suspicious, but seeing the kids bloody face and knowing it was his fault made him reconsider. Keith sighed “Fine, you can clean yourself up at my place.”

“Cool. Oh yeah I’m Lance! Lance Mclain.”

“Uh Keith.” keith said feeling ten kinds of awkward as the kid- no Lance- babbled “God you were so cool, I’ve always wanted to talk to you, the others think you’re amazing-”

“They what?”

First time he was hearing this, Lance flapped his hand “Yeah they say you’re like Shadow the hedgehog- really cool and aloof the Sonic X and Adventure shadow not Sonic boom shadow.” Lance pulled a face and Keith couldn’t help but smile.

This kid was weird.

Lance stuck to him like glue, and Keith had no idea why, they both formed a timid friendship and Keith found himself talking about him to his dad. 

Keith had a friend and when they both turned fifteen they were talking about their future, Lance wanted to be an astronaut and Keith wanted to be a fireman. Like his dad.

Their dreams came crashing down in the same year, Lance realised he wasn’t smart enough to be an astronaut, and it felt like an impossible dream- but it wasn’t just that.

Keith stopped coming to school, there was an accident- a fire. And Keith never wanted to be a fireman again.

He lay in bed, his dad's coat laying on top of him, his Dad was gone. In just one night everything Keith knew was gone, a social worker came immediately to help him- he wanted nothing to do with them, he wanted to be left alone.

He heard the doorbell and ignored it, if it was one more adult coming in to tell him what to do, treating him like an adult and talking about the next step- he couldn’t focus on that he needed to be alone-

 “Keith…?” It was Lance.

Keith stiffened, drawing his dad's coat closer, “oh…Keith.”

He didn’t need this- he didn’t need pity!

He heard Lance walk away, his footsteps faded and sighed with relief, until he heard a clattering and banging- instantly irritated he stood up and stomped to the kitchen and froze to see Lance making coffee.

  “I lost my grandma last year, we were so focused on the next step, funeral arrangements, calling friends and family it soon became everybody else's business and we wanted to hold ourselves away have a moment to process and yet we were guilt tripped by not grieving properly to the people outside unless they’ve been there then it was none of their business.” Lance turned holding both cups.

“I won’t ever understand what you’re going through but I can emphasise. We got through that together as a family. We were talking to one another that was healthy. But bottling it up isn’t. I know you’re not ready but I want you to know I’m here.” He held out a cup and Keith took it. He didn’t feel anything at the moment, just numb.

His dad was dead, his dad died…his dad was gone.

Instead he felt a cold heavy weight in his chest as he sipped his drink. 

“How did you get over it?” Lance grimaced, placing a hand on Keiths arm “One day at a time.”

One day at a time…one step at a time. Keith inhaled.

It was hell, and yet Lance was there every step of the way, Keith snapped he yelled he cried he was at his worst and felt ashamed of himself and yet Lance never left him and took it.

“You don’t deserve that-”

“I know you don’t mean it, I know you’re angry it’s okay to vent and let it out.”

“Doesn’t mean I take it out on you.” Keith spoke and tried to finally organise his thoughts and deal with it, look at paperwork and actually fucking read it.

Along the way years passed, and he was then approached by Lance at their graduation, Keith wouldn’t have graduated if it wasn’t for him helping him every step of the way.

Lance found an apartment and was looking for a roommate, Keith was stunned and found himself accepting without thinking it through.

 Lance and Keith went to the same University, Lance became a writer he planned on writing for science journals about the discoveries of space.

 “I already know everything about space- if I can’t get there then I can at least put the knowledge up to good use.”

It was just to stay closer to Lance, Keith had no idea what he was going to do with his life, he was just floating.

He choose the art and design course, thinking how can you fail art?

And…he ended up enjoying it. It was therapeutic and his teachers had faith in his work, he found himself drawing Lance as he was working on his stories then found himself realising with horror that he liked him.

He was in love with his best friend…

Keith said nothing, how could he? Even if Lance liked him back it just- it was never going to work.

Keith was a mess and emotionally stunted, he had no future and Lance was doing this for him, he helped him over and over again and he just…Lance deserved better.

Keith found himself becoming detached from it all, looking at his and Lance’s relationship he realised without the young man there was nothing here Keith had any interest in.

He had nothing.

He felt something change within himself, a detachment to all of it, but Lance was his only anchor.

Keith would find himself watching Lance sleep, or even touching Lance's clothes before realising what he was doing and snapping out of it. Shamed burned in his stomach before leaving the room like a bat out of hell.

One night when Keith went out to drink his sorrows he came back to see Lance getting out of a shower.

Something inside shifted, a hunger- a need or obsession to have Lance, to grab him and take him.

“Keith?” Lance asked, finally realising Keith was there and walking towards him, “Lance…” He slurred

“Are you drunk?”

He wasn’t he couldn’t be, he’d never been more sober, he pushed Lance against the wall of their shared apartment, pressing in closer, lance grunted his face scrunched in irritation "Keith what the hell-”

Keith pressed forward his lips smashing against Lance's effectively shutting him up. Maybe he was drunk? Lance relaxed and kissed back, Keith felt elated that Lance wanted him back, wanted him as much-

Keith pulled back, hearing Lance gasping for breath, and leaned down, kissing the corner of his mouth and leading down to his chin, his neck opening his mouth of his own accord and pressing it against skin about to suck.

“K-Keith!” Lance yelped, it was a beautiful sound- but something was wrong.

He tasted blood, and instead of panicking he wanted to take more until- Lance slumped.

Keith gasped, finally snapping out of it in a panic and pulled back.

Lance was swaying, his neck had small holes with blood seeping out.

Keith couldn’t breathe.

He helped Lance to bed and cleaned his neck and froze to see it fade from the Cubans skin, the mark disappearing from sight. Keith shook his head, was he imagining it? No he tasted blood. Keith touched his lips gingerly.

He could still taste it.

The next morning Lance had no memory of what happened and Keith lied, claiming he had no memory of the event.

He was a monster- he hurt Lance and if he stayed he would hurt him again.

Keith went out again after failing another University assignment, how can he concentrate when everything was spiralling out of control?

Going to a local bar, he found himself gravitating towards men with dark skin and brightly coloured eyes- they reminded him of Lance- 

No.

He shook his head, he couldn’t do that- he couldn’t lose control again in case he did attack his best friend.

“Hey back off! I said no.”

Keith stared at a taller man with muscles for days, the man was handsome but looked like the type who didn’t understand the word no.

Perfect.

Keith was slowly losing his mind, something was wrong with him. He hurt people, but the marks would disappear, like nothing happened. When he didn’t, he felt awful and snappish.

He started taking them to the apartment, he figured it was safer there. With the chance of Lance being there not wanting to hurt him or lose himself might stop Keith from going too far.

It didn't stop his partners from rough themselves. Keith could defend himself but he held himself back.

He wanted to get hurt.

He wanted to feel and deep down knew he deserved it- something was wrong with him and no one could help him.

One day it got too far, and thats when Lance walked in.

He never meant for Lance to see him like this, pitiful and pathetic- 

He thought Lance would be disgusted, or run away.

He didn’t, Lance exploded, almost attacking the man whose name escapes Keith, and kicked him out the apartment and aimed his glare at Keith.

Keith flinched, he was in trouble.

But instead Lance surprised him, he took Keith to the couch and cleaned him up and placed a cup in his hand and a blanket over his shoulders.

Keith hunched in further feeling awful, he shouldn’t be treat like glass, he didn’t deserve Lance’s pity. This just made him feel worse.

He heard Lance sigh and braced himself for the worst.

“Why do you do that to yourself Keith? Go for those types I mean?” 

Keith almost bit his tongue from saying something stupid, like.

They’re not you.

He couldn’t say that, he couldn’t risk it. 

“I-I don’t know, it feels as if somethings missing and I just…I don’t know what it is.” 

It went worse after that, Keith found himself slipping, getting more irritated and leaving home more and more- it wasn't a lie, Keith DID feel as if something was missing, he couldn't sit still or stay here anymore.

it was unfair to Lance and it just made him hate himself more.

He was spiralling and had no idea on how to get out.

One day when he came home he froze to see Lance grinning at him.

What did he do?

“Turn around, mister. I have a surprise for you.”

This was different. “I- huh?”

Lance chuckled and turned him around pushing him out the door “Come on, I have something to show you.” 

Keith found himself smiling before it fell when he was brought down stairs out the back and saw a bike.

One he was saving up for months. Lance tossed him the keys “Here you go.”

“I-Why?” Keith asked, completely flummoxed. He barely even told him- Keith was too busy trying to bring up the topic but chickened out each and every time.

 Lance gave him a secret smirk, “You’re cooped up.” He looked on ahead smiling at the bike. “You always said you wanted to see the world- well America, so go on and conquer or something and bring me back a postcard.” 

Keith’s eyes watered, how was Lance real?

It was as if he knew Keith better than himself, he wanted to go but had no idea on how to even say it.

He hugged Lance instead, crushing him against him.

The distance helped, Keith could finally breathe and weirdly enough he knew more about Lance from a distance than when they shared an apartment. Maybe he put too much energy in hiding his feelings than knowing Lance.

Keith read his letter and smiled, Lance was talking about his family and the chaos they held every year- but then he mentioned something that had Keith gripping the paper and almost tearing it.

Lance had met someone, she moved in- her name was Romelle.

Keith couldn’t believe it, his eyes burning but what did he expect? He didn't own Lance, and Lance owed him nothing when he had no clue about Keiths feelings. He brought this on himself.

Didn't mean he had to like it though... Taking a moment to rationlise this, he sighed in relief. He never wanted to drag Lance down or hurt him, this was for the best.

Months passed and Keith wondered if Lance would even invite him to the wedding.

Until one day he got a call on his phone, he just bought it and got Lance’s number first, he missed his voice.

“Hello?” “Keith?” 

Keith instantly tensed, something was wrong, “Lance what is it?”

Lance gave a watery laugh, “Do I sound that bad?” 

Okay, now Keith was really worried “Lance what happened?”

“Romelle died.”

Keith froze, what?

“We were in a car accident, it happened a week ago I just got home from the hospital and I looked in the fridge and found leftover pasta and thought Romelle is not going to have this, she never will again and I just couldn’t breathe and I didn’t know who else to call-”

“Lance, it's okay, what are do you doing now?” Keith asked- truthfully he had no idea what he was doing.

“I- god." He took a shallow breath, "I need to call her family, my family, I need to let them know what happened although- no wait the doctors called ahead so they know but I need to call them to pick up her things-" His voice broke at the end and Keith couldn't take it. “No Lance, it’s late.” And it was, Keith got up grabbing his jacket, ignoring the man in his bed, while he grabbed his keys for his bike and his bag.

“Go pour yourself a drink- water!” Keith added on as he slammed the door shut.

“Keith are you busy- I’m sorry I shouldn't have called-” “I’m not busy, I’m just going on a walk, have you got a glass?”

“Shesh, bossy.” But Lance’s voice wasn’t in it and Keith bit his lip.

Keith got on his bike. Once he calmed Lance down and once the call ended did he pocket his phone and turn on the engine for his bike.

He was going home.

Lance opened the door surprised to see Keith. His eyes widened in shock. “Keith?”

Keith smiled “Hey Lance, mind if I come in?”

Lance nodded slowly backing away, “Uh, yeah?”

The place was a mess with papers everywhere, and photos of Lance and…Romelle.

God, Keith never even had a chance to meet her.

Loss wasn’t like a movie, five stages of grief...sad, then anger then acceptance was a complete fallacy.

It was as if your whole world was on mute, days went by agonisingly slow and fast at the same time, all the mundane tasks came and went. Lance was just busy, running around looking down and answering phone calls, what happened, how did it happen.

It was one of these calls when Keith heard the story and almost stumbled into the wall in shock. Both of them had went on a drive, they crashed the car and Romelle was pierced with pipes from the lorry in front. Lance was in a coma in a hospital.

Keith had no idea he was hurt- he didn't tell him. And the first thing he did when waking up and coming home was calle Keith.

And Lance was still babbling away with the doctors, funeral directors, her family, explain everything. Write down a number for a therapist that Keith knew he wouldn’t call.

Keith had to remind Lance to have a shower, eat food and drink.

He saw Lance staring at the hallway, probably thinking Romelle was never going to be in this kitchen again, he had a tub of leftover pasta for her and he’d have to eat it or it’d be ruined, her clothes were here as well.

He saw Lance in the mornings with dry skin and red rimmed eyes, he stopped speaking withdrawing into himself. And keith was too useless to help him, he can’t remember what Lance did for him when his dad died just that he was there every step of the way.

Keith had found himself moving back in, Lance barely seemed to nootice except he would turn when he heard Keiths footsteps then looked down as if he was ashamed. He would even flinch if Keith got too close.

Lance would be asleep then jump for hearing the slam of the fridge late at night then go back to sleep.

Keith thought his prescence wasn't helping, until Lance began to have nightmares, he would scream and thrash and Keith was there to calm him down. Lance would cry in his arms and the two would lay in bed together. Days passed and Lance would ask timidly if Keith could sleep in his room he was always used to someone being there, he had a big family and sleeping with Romelle.

“Forget it, sorry I said anything-“

“It’s fine, I’m the same.” Lance gaped then nodded looking down with his lips turned downward.

Keith can’t remember the last time Lance smiled, he was a constant source of happyness and stupid grins. And Keith wanted to hurt someone something but knew he couldn't fix this.

Days slipped into weeks to months and then a year. Days bleeding together and time falling through their fingers like quicksand. 

“Keith, let’s go on vacation.”

Keith almost swallowed his cereal wrong “What?”

“I need to get out the house.” Lance spoke and Keith found himself nodding.

“Uh, yeah sure.” 

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Posting here as I want this in my official story but as a beggining chapter it feels boring. I want it from Lance's pov in the first chapter and second and then from Shiro's and Keiths later on.

[levyscripts]

Happy Sheithlentines to @suezdart​

Summary: Keith can't believe he did this! What was he thinking? Asking Shiro out on a date for Valentine's Day. Is a first date even suitable to have on Valentine's Day? He's known Shiro since they were in high school. Now Shiro is a graduate student and he's in college. He doesn't have a plan for the date. This is okay.

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Few days before Christmas I also got the Reflection Sheith zine. ❤️🖤

It is a fanbook which portrays Shiro and Keith in various folklore settings. 👹👺

Together with the zine I got a super pretty charm and pin which were two stretch goals. 🥰

They will soon open their leftover sale so please check out their twitter. 😁

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Shiro/Keith | Voltron: Legendary Defender | E | Ch. 2/3

Summary: During a fight with the Galra, Shiro and Keith are sucked into a wormhole and flung to the far edge of the universe. They land on an empty and unfamiliar planet, with no way of contacting the castle, but Keith isn’t too worried. Things could be worse— at least they have each other.

Until Shiro collapses.

My contribution for the Sheith Secret Santa 2022 event on twitter! Some comfort and tender caretaking after the hurt <3

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Keith wakes up to an empty bed.

The sheets are still warm when Keith reaches out to touch them, and so is Shiro’s pillow. The blanket that Keith had draped over himself the previous night was tucked around his shoulders while he slept, probably when Shiro got out of bed.

“Shiro?” Keith sits up and groggily rubs at his eyes, trying to orient himself in the dark room. It is empty, too, and there’s no response. He pushes himself up, stretches his arms over his head. It is still dark beyond Black's window. The stars are bright, glittering silver pins in the night sky; exactly the same as when he went to sleep, hours ago. Seven hours and some minutes, to be exact. There are planets whose days are much longer than Earth’s, and the one they’ve landed on seems to be one of them. Dawn could still be hours, perhaps even days away from breaking.

“Shiro?” Keith calls again, more loudly now, padding across the room. He pushes the door to the cockpit open, only to find Shiro crouched beneath the pilot seat. There is a screwdriver in his hand, and he’s fiddling with some wires. He is still in the sweats and tee Keith helped him change into the previous night, but he has his helmet on his head.  

He looks so big in the narrow cockpit, so imposing. His broad frame and long legs barely fit in the cramped space below the monitors, yet Keith wouldn’t know it by the way he moves in it, with practised ease, as if it were built for him. He’s mumbling something to himself,  trying the comms over and over as he works, but the words come muffled from within the helmet.

Keith clears his throat, to which Shiro finally jolts around.

“Keith,” he breathes in surprise. He seems much more lucid than the previous night, but he’s still a little pale, and there are dark circles under his eyes. He crawls a little from under the cockpit to glance up at him. “Sorry— did I wake you?”

“You didn’t. I woke up by myself.” Keith glances around, at the tools that lie scattered on the floor. “What, uh… what are you doing there?”

Shiro takes off his helmet and sets it beside him on the ground. His hair sits flat on his head, his silver forelock tucked back. He’s still a little sweaty, like last night, his forehead gleaming. Keith doesn’t like how waxy his skin looks, how dark his eyes. “The power system controls seem to have been damaged during the landing,” he says. “And I think there’s something wrong with the drive condition monitors. I was trying to fix them.”

“Oh. Um… okay.” Keith frowns. The power system? The drive condition monitors? He couldn’t care less about those right now. Shiro should still be in bed, resting. He was burning up with fever the previous night, after collapsing right before Keith’s eyes; surely he isn't ready to go straight to trying to fix Black, right?

Keith’s first instinct is to run to Shiro and take the helmet and the tools from his hands and demand he go back to bed. He resists that urge as he takes a step closer, and in the gentlest tone he can manage he asks him, "How are you feeling? You didn’t seem very well last night.” And that’s putting it mildly, he adds to himself.

"I’m feeling great," Shiro says. “Much better than last night. Sorry about all that, by the way. I must have really worried you.” He gives Keith a warm, reassuring smile.

It doesn’t reassure Keith in the slightest.  

“Your fever was really high last night, Shiro,” he says. “And you…” You almost died , Keith thinks, but doesn’t give voice to that thought. Shiro does look better. He’s up and about and can hold a conversation. Perhaps he really is better; perhaps last night was just a freak accident, some sort of weird space flu that lasts only for a day and then goes away as suddenly as it came.

Somehow, Keith can’t bring himself to believe that.

“Keith, I’m fine,” Shiro says, noticing his silence. “Really.”

“Yeah,” Keith mumbles quickly, “yeah, I know, but—”

You almost died, he thinks again, and his stomach ties up in knots. That same worry and unease grips his hard, unyielding. He wants to take the tools out of Shiro’s hands and march him back to bed, to tuck him under the blankets and not let him get up again until he’s absolutely sure, one hundred percent positive, that Shiro is okay.

There is something Shiro told him once, years before.

It was back when they were both at the Garrison, a few months before the Kerberos mission— stars, it’s like a lifetime has passed since then. They'd snuck out together after curfew to stargaze on the Garrison's roof. They’d brought drinks and snacks with them, as always, but it wasn’t quite the same as other times. Shiro had been quiet and pensive. His hand had been acting up that day, his fingers trembling and going painfully numb; Shiro often tried to brush it away with a joke to lighten the mood, but there were times when he turned glum, his eyes staring inwards. Conversation had soon drifted to Shiro's illness, his childhood that had been filled with hospital visits and endless examinations, the loneliness they brought. Shiro had told Keith of his tenth birthday, how he'd had to stay the whole day at the hospital, unable to move; his grandpa had to bring him the cup of water and hold the straw close to his mouth so Shiro could drink. He couldn't even do that by himself.

I hated feeling so helpless, Shiro had whispered. Keith knows Shiro well enough to understand that he's feeling the same.

“Right,” Keith says, and pushes his sleeves up. He crouches under the monitors and crawls next to Shiro. If he can’t march him back to bed, then he sure as hell won’t let him fiddle with faulty equipment for hours on his own. “I checked the drive condition system yesterday. There wasn’t enough power to fully charge it up, but I think this wire here must be at fault. The landing must have shaken a couple of them loose. Pass me the screwdriver?” He holds his palm out, waiting.

Shiro smiles, a little surprised, as he reaches into the toolbox behind him and hands Keith what he asked for. “I think there’s more than a couple loose wires,” he says. “Altean engineering isn’t my forte, but if we find what’s wrong with it, we might be able to get the star track sensors up and working. It’s worth a shot.”

Keith nods, squinting at the maze of white-blue wires crisscrossing beneath the sleek surface of Black’s deck. After he identifies the issue, he and Shiro deliberate for a moment on how to proceed. They agree to clean and remove the broken part of the wire and glue the remaining bits together for a quick and temporary fix until they can find a proper replacement. Keith holds the two ends while Shiro connects them with the fibre glue from the emergency kit.

“Okay. Ready to try the sensors now?”

“Aye, Captain,” Shiro says, and rises up to his knees to flip the activation switch.

The screen lights up, making a soft thrumming noise. Shiro whoops enthusiastically when readings start flashing on the screen from Black’s external sensors, but it doesn’t last very long before it all dies back down and goes dark. Keith shakes his head and sighs.

“Seems like we need to wait a little longer for the batteries to charge.” He returns the tools back inside the kit. “We’ll try it again later.”

“That sounds like a plan.” Shiro can’t quite hide the disappointment from his smile of agreement. “I tried the comms as well, while you were sleeping. There was only radio static. I tried to alter the frequencies of the infrared system Pidge installed— I played around with the base settings and rebooted the system, but nothing worked. I suppose that will have to wait, too. But,” he adds, helping Keith secure the lid of the toolkit and set it aside, “I did manage to locate Red, which means the internal radars are slowly coming back online.”

"How long will that take, do you think?"

"Impossible to tell. A day or two, if we’re lucky. If nothing else has been damaged that I haven’t been able to find. Whatever we do, we'll need to preserve power. I'm assuming your lion is the same?"

"Pretty much.”

Shiro nods. "We'll probably have to go check up on her soon, make sure everything’s where it’s supposed to be. That ion cannons really did a number on them both." He pushes himself to his feet, but then he stops, swaying. He almost loses his balance, grabbing the back of his pilot seat so he doesn't fall.

Keith is next to him in an instant, holding him upright. "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine," Shiro murmurs, blinking. "Probably just a dizzy spell."

Keith presses his knuckles to Shiro's brow. "Damn it, Shiro, you're still burning up." The worry that Keith has been trying to suppress now returns tenfold. “You should have just stayed in bed.”

“Keith, I told you I’m okay,” Shiro chuckles, more than a little breathless as he lets Keith guide him back inside the room.

“Like hell you are.” Keith helps him sit at the edge of the bed, then grabs the Altean thermometer from the bedside table. The fever isn’t as high as the night before, only a few ticks above normal, but still high enough to warrant an extended stay in bed, rather than crouching on the floor and fixing faulty wires. He urges Shiro to lie back down, to which the other man obeys, amidst laughing protests. “You should be resting, not doing chores."

“You know what they say, I’ll rest when I’m dead.”

“That joke wasn’t funny the first time you said it,” Keith grumbles. “It still isn’t.”

Shiro grins at his frustration. “I thought my sense of humour was the reason we became friends in the first place.”

“Not really, no,” Keith murmurs as he deactivates the thermometer and stands up. He can’t quite hide the smile that curls his lips at the memory of Shiro though, tall and broad and towering over Keith and his old classmates in his strapping Garrison uniform, and completely oblivious to the fact that his car was being stolen right under his nose. “But I bet your superiors at the Garrison thought you had a wicked sense of humour when you dragged me in there like a lost puppy.”

“Hey. You earned that, fair and square.”

Keith hums a quiet laugh, his cheeks feeling a little hot at the praise as he walks to the food cupboard. “We should eat something,” he says, rummaging through the packets of protein bars and the juice boxes. “Don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

“Anything but that gross Altean jelly,” Shiro says, then groans when Keith throws him not one, but two packets.

“Consider this an appetiser while I make us some actual food,” Keith calls from within a cupboard that looks rather promising. There are dehydrated deep sea vegetables from Ukkotil and some sort of dried mushroom powder, and the closest thing to rice Keith has seen since stepping foot in space. He isn’t sure how Shiro got his hands on it —probably at the outdoor market in Olkarion that they visited a while back— but he thinks he might be able to make something edible out of it.

“I could help, you know,” Shiro says behind him. “Those vegetables are a nightmare to chop.”

“Good thing I’m great with knives, then.” Keith winks at him over his shoulder as he tosses the cutting knife in the air, then catches it with a flourish before cutting the vegetables in neat and thin slices at lightning speed. Shiro clicks his tongue.

“Show off,” he says.

Keith laughs, but then he goes quiet, focusing on his task.

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