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Gen, Shiro, Bob. Not quite a fix-it as a potential explanation for S8 Shiro.
Sheith angst
Summary:
Every deed has its consequence, and every life saved its price. Shiro could never have known it would be this.
“But what is a hero’s life worth? The weight of a world he saved? The blood of those he rescued? Or, perhaps, the light of another hero, like him?” The other paladins disappeared. Keith’s face remained. He was frowning, hunched over a drawing tablet, hair pulled up and a pacifier between his teeth. The scar from their battle scored his cheek. Keith turned a little, as though sensing his gaze.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Gen, Shiro, Bob. Not quite a fix-it as a potential explanation for S8 Shiro.
Sheith angst
Summary:
Every deed has its consequence, and every life saved its price. Shiro could never have known it would be this.
“But what is a hero’s life worth? The weight of a world he saved? The blood of those he rescued? Or, perhaps, the light of another hero, like him?” The other paladins disappeared. Keith’s face remained. He was frowning, hunched over a drawing tablet, hair pulled up and a pacifier between his teeth. The scar from their battle scored his cheek. Keith turned a little, as though sensing his gaze.
Hi, yes, I’d like to introduce you to my Keitor lovechild son.
Dimael is a dark elf from King’s Raid, a mobile game I play casually for the sole reason that I saw his and Pavel’s designs.
Aside from the obvious physical similarities to both Lotor and Keith, he’s also a thorny-outside soft-inside orphan with a single-minded complex towards protecting his special person (his sister).
A demonic parasitic plant was embedded in his shoulder, causing him increasingly tortuous pain and gradual loss of control for ten years as he fought to protect his country in a far-flung war campaign.
Just as the plant was about to take his life, he was forced to watch the squad he was leading die in front of his eyes and returned to find out that not only did his country abandon him and his squad for dead, they had also sacrificed his sister to appease the demons.
Betrayed by his country, his best friend who sold his sister, and weighed by the guilt of his squad’s and sister’s deaths, he snapped and killed his best friend and fellow elves in disdain and vengeance.
Basically, Keith with Lotor’s race-specific arrogance and tragic hairtrigger insanity. He’s a leader respected for his conviction and he pushed through every hardship and immense pain for his special person. He’s a little gruff and arrogant but 100% soft and tender the moment he sees his sister. No matter what evil things his special person might do, he never gives up on them.
Huh, put that way he has a little bit of Shiro in him, too. Sheitor lovechild?
I love him, so there is fic. This is just the background.
(Note: Fair warning on the game- there’s more improbable boobs than cute boys by a large margin.)
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Hey folks, I feel a bit weird that there seems to be so much going on and I’ve been too busy to look into it much, but I figure it can’t hurt to put my two cents in, supposing, this rumored 'leak’ is true.
No matter what happens, Shiro and Keith are the two people with the deepest and most intimate, well developed relationship in the show.
We got our ‘win’ in S6 when Keith told Shiro “I love you”. And nothing can take that away. How many OTPs do you have that say those words explicitly, on screen? How many have theme songs named after them? Even canon het relationships don’t always actually explicitly toss those three little words out and the fact we did get them is in itself magical.
Maybe it’s because i normally ship rare pairs, so I’ve never let what is canon or not restrict me, but the way I ship has a lot more to do with “these two people are really interesting/good together and I want more of that”. And if you need a reason to ship Sheith, there’s literally dozens that are based simply and irrevocably on who they are as character sand who they are to eachother. They are two people who understand eachother the most, who care about eachother the most. And none of that will ever be invalid no matter what we get in S8.
Honestly, if Shiro did get married to someone else? I feel sorry for them. Not only would they have to compete with Shiro’s dreams, his duty, and his obligations-- they’d also never have the deep bond he has with Keith and everything they’ve been through. You don’t just save someone as many times as it takes and not leave an impression.
Similarly, Keith has always put Shiro over every single darn thing, the mission, Voltron, the universe. The only thing at this point that would make him pause is Krolia. And Kosmo. And Keith knows both of them can handle themselves better than Shiro. :’)
To celebrate the birthday of the best boy, Keef, its hard to pick just one, so I’ve finally tried to polish this fic after writing most of it up in S5ish and added a little bonus.
So I present: the Keith harem dating sim/otome game where every love interest is Shiro that I talked about in a post last year:
Galaxy Lovers 100%
T, Main Game storyline, Keith transfers to a new school, triggering a well-worn plotline. All he wants to do is keep his head down and get through the school year. But that’s not easy when you keep running into the most eligible guys in school. It’s only worse when they all have the same face and nobody else seems to notice.
FD Side B Tomorrow in Autumn
T, AU timeline, an epilogue that might never happen wherein Keith enjoys a birthday with his 5 favorite people.
Both of these are Shiro/Keith, with a smol hint of Lotor/Keith.
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@kimori1024 Yeah! Things are a lot better now and the ‘arguments’ these fandom terrorists spin has worn even more incredibly thin and it’s pretty clear from the start staff and now even official merch have never found anything wrong with the ship. :’D In fact, they actively encourage it!
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Snippet to a keitor fic I started around S4-- so now ITS ACCIDENTALLY THEMATIC. :D Sometimes canon will break you-- and sometimes it is a gift.
“Who are you? Where is this?” The man demanded, accent vaguely foreign. His eyes glowed gold, with brilliant electric blue irises.
“I’m Keith.” And, because he was never one to dance around something staring him in the face, he added: “this is Earth.”
Keith unscrewed the thermos’ lid, taking a sip of hot tomato soup. He had a slightly soggy grilled cheese sandwich in his other hand, completing his solo picnic as he looked out at the spectacular night sky.
This far into the desert with no buildings around, it felt like he could see all the way out into other galaxies, spinning slowly away. The moon was a wisp of a smile on his left, climbing higher as the night wore on and Keith finished his packed dinner.
There was no particular reason to be out gazing at the stars every few days-- but Keith found it calming. Whenever he felt suffocated by tests, papers, or his own schoolmates, he always rode his bike out to calm himself, pretending he could keep going forever.
Some nights he’d track the miniscule blinking red light of a chartered plane. Others, he could count shooting stars.
Tonight, it seemed, was going to be a shooting star night.
Keith watched the white-hot flare of the head as it rocketed across the firmament, speeding through. Normally, he’d barely blink before the streak was out of sight, but this one was still visible, burning bright. Was that a comet? He hadn’t heard anything coming into visible orbit. Except, he realized faintly, the angle was entirely wrong. Instead of a haze streaking slowly across the sky, it looked like it was turning, almost, before dropping straight down. The bright crown of it swelled as it drew closer, a silhouette starting to form in its fiery center, then it crashed into the desert in an explosion of grit and sand.
Holy shit.
Keith scrambled towards the smoke, disregarding the spray of sand that now covered both him and his bike. The meteor had landed barely two dunes over. His heart thudded in his chest, rocking with the residual shock of impact.
He was expecting a meteorite- maybe a satellite that lost power.
What he found was a ship.
And there was someone inside.
“Hey-- hey, are you okay?!” Keith shouted as he ran up to what was probably the remains of a jet. It was a bit wider and shaped strangely, but what else could it be? Maybe it had lost its peripherals burning up in the stratosphere.
The aircraft’s hatch popped open as he climbed up one wing and the pilot lolled out limply, an unconscious ragdoll.
Keith hauled him out, surprised when he realized just how big the man was- easily bigger than any man he’d ever seen, though a couple of the university basketball stars came close in height.
He laid the man out on the sand, yanking his helmet free.
His first thought was that the man was suffocating, already blue and ashy from lack of oxygen. Training made him check the man’s pulse and anything obstructing his breathing, tugging at the strange suit to loosen it.
The second thing he noticed was that he had strange ears. Long and elfin, they jutted out from a fall of impossibly silky white hair. Like someone had ripped one of Tolkien’s elves from Mirkwood and put him under UV light.
He hesitated, then- gaze darting back to the strange ship. But while he had a pulse, the stranger didn’t seem to be breathing. Nothing he could see was obstructing his mouth or nose. So he leaned down and breathed into his mouth, pumping his closed fists down on his chest. He did it twice more before his patient woke--- and promptly pushed Keith down, flipping them over.
“Who are you? Where is this?” The man demanded, accent vaguely foreign. His eyes glowed gold, with brilliant electric blue irises.
“I’m Keith.” And, because he was never one to dance around something staring him in the face, he added: “this is Earth.”
The alien man’s eyes narrowed, finally seeming to register Keith’s human features. “...What are you?”
“I could ask the same about you,” Keith snorted. “I’m human. And you, I’m guessing, are alien.”
He frowned but didn’t deny it. His grip on Keith’s shoulders eased and Keith could almost hear his bones creak. “To you, perhaps. Does everyone here look like you?”
“Well, no, not really. We all look a little different from eachother. Mostly just hair and skin color and stuff like that. I guess they’re all humans like me, even if not all of them act like it.”
The man looked at him pensively, then his skin shifted, changing colors like a chameleon into something approaching Keith’s tone, but several shades darker. His eyes blinked and the sclera brightened into a human white. His pointed ears shrank, turning into respectable curled shells.
Satisfied, the shapeshifted alien got up, walking to his ship. He looked over it at first, taking in the dire condition of its engines before sighing. At a touch, it disappeared, blending into its surroundings.
“Very well, Keith. I need your help.”
“Do you want to see our leader?” Keith asked wanly.
“No, my presence must remain unknown. My ship will take a while to repair and I need a place to stay.”
“What are you running away from?” Keith asked, suspicious.
“My father,” he said simply. “He’s trying to kill me. Any more than that I’d appreciate telling you somewhere safer. You can’t be the only one who noticed my ship crash.”
No, he couldn’t. Keith hesitated a moment, then led the man back to his bike. “Do you have a name?”
