#android keith

I was really, really inspired by @neyasochi’s fic, these violent delights, which is a totally enthralling Sheith Westworld AU. I actually never watched Westworld until her fic turned me onto it, then spent the last week plowing through season 1 as fast as I could. 

So, I’m running with Sheith in Westworld for a minute because I got a very specific scene stuck in my head and needed to put it in the world so I can get back to my other projects. Here, host/outlaw Keith is already off his loop when he and newcomer Shiro first get acquainted. 

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Shiro’s still not sure what to think of Westworld, but he feels this place getting under his skin more and more. Mostly this devastatingly beautiful outlaw he’s been riding with for at least a week—fleeing gunshots and arrows, fighting for their lives, bathing in rivers and sleeping out under the stars. It feels like freedom out this far. It also feels like a rope tightening round their necks. 

Shiro can’t stop staring at Keith, his ruddy tan and the crows feet at the corner of his eyes when he smiles in spite of himself. He’s hard and rough and breathtaking. But Shiro doesn’t approach Keith, won’t even look too long or step too close. He won’t ask that of him, though he knows he’s practically expected to. That’s why he won’t. It feels like taking advantage, or worse: that maybe it doesn’t matter if he does or doesn’t, because it isn’t real at all. No matter how real it feels. 

That’s not what they’re out here for, besides. Something has been calling Keith out this dusty road, beckoning with the promise of answers: about Keith’s past, about what his future can hold. 

Maybe Shiro can help Keith find what he’s looking for. Maybe he can help him break free. Then maybe, maybe this can be real.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Keith & Shiro (Voltron), Keith & Pidge | Katie Holt, Keith & Voltron Paladins, Allura/Romelle (Voltron) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Zarkon (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Romelle (Voltron) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Detroit: Become Human Fusion, Android Keith, Mission Fic, Deviants (Detroit: Become Human), You don't have to know about Detroit: Become Human to read this Summary:

Despite receiving a few blows, Keith’s mind had never felt so clear, hand in hand with the brunette that disobeyed the human’s command to save him. His memories had settled, each of them filed away neatly in his memory box. Peace reigned in the room, almost lulling Keith into a temporary stasis despite the situation, the other android leaning against him snugly.

“What is your name?” Keith asked, he wanted ,no, needed to know. The android stilled before releasing  his hand from Keith’s (He mourned the loss of contact) to scrubbed his face, letting out a deep sigh as he did so. “Lance,” he whispered, like it was a secret for only Keith’s ears. “My name is Lance.”  Keith’s thirium pump sped up slightly, his mouth again curled up almost involuntarily.

“Lance,” he tested, the name send a pleasant jolt in his system. “I like it.” Lance grinned, his face lit up with genuine happiness and pride. “I know,” he agreed cockily “I pick it myself.”  Keith snorted before poking Lance’s head, smiling at Lance’s disgruntled expression. Lance pouted, his blue eyes widen comically as he batted away Keith’s offending finger.

The human groaned, body flexing like a lazy fish.

They both stiffened, hands immediately tangled back to together.

(no nonono they can’t be separated not now not ever)

To both androids’ relieve, the human slumps down again, and the groaning ceased.

“We had to leave,” Keith turned to Lance, who was trembling, his whole body shaking like a leaf from the former scare. “W..what?” the brunette choked out, as if unable to process Keith’s words. ‘They’ll disassemble us if they found this out.” Keith gestured to the wounded human, “They’ll tear us apart.” Lance seems conflicted, his eyes darting around the room nervously. Keith could not understand his indecisiveness, until it hit him like a sledgehammer.

Lance was scared.

It seemed impossible for the bright android to get scared, he had been the one who had (rescued Keith) knocked out the human before. But Keith understood the feeling, he rubbed his thumb across the other android’s knuckles soothingly. “Hey, its going to be alright,” he tried. The other android refuse to meet his eyes, his mouth stubbornly stuck into a frown. “Can you tell me why you don’t want to leave?”

Lance shook his head. Just as Keith was about to drag Lance out of the room despite the consequences, Lance released his hand and turned off his synthetic skin. An invitation. Keith receive it without hesitation.

A pretty lady offering him a hand, smiling invitingly “You’ll be safe here.”

A man laughing as he push the but of the cigarette onto his arm, “Can you feel pain?”

A child stumbling in hair wide and messy, glasses askew. “Where am I?”

A command “Care and protect the child no matter what the cost.”

A lullaby treasured and foreign, yet so familiar, hummed to the child lovingly.

The child with a modified laptop glaring angrily “You’re not going to stop me!” he spat “I’m leaving no matter what you say.”

Freedom, a large window, a gun and a bus.

A hand grabbing his foot, he fell, but the child flew.

PainPaINpAiNPainPAinPAin

“Oh,”Keith gasped, “Lance.” Lance sniffled but did not let go of his hand. Staring at the hurt android in front of him, lava began to flow in his veins, the fire glowing hotter and hotter. Keith gathered Lance in his arms, squeezing him tightly. “I won’t let them touch you,” he growled. Lance shakily returned the gesture, burying himself at the crook of Keith’s neck.

Lance slide the large coat over his shoulder, grimacing at the stains of beer and other substance that he was glad he couldn’t identify. Keith apparently didn’t mind the frankly disgusting state of the clothing and was busy mapping the blueprint of the club. With a brief glance at the naked unconscious man tied at the bedpost, Lance turned back at the manual, ignoring the bright glittery “Choose your fantasy”. With a swipe, thousands of choices of clothes for role playing appeared at the screen.

Lance chose the least revealing pants, which apparently was a very very tight pair of skinny jeans before asking Keith what shirt did he prefer since he let Lance get the sweater that the customer wore. (Seeing the state of the man’s sweater made Lance really relief he called dibs on the upper body clothings because he really really don’t want to touch not to mention wear the man’s pants.) Keith randomly picked a skintight shirt and pulled over a crop top jacket to not look suspicious. (Lance wondered about the logic of that, but hey this is a judge-free zone.)

Soon enough, both androids were (barely) appropriate clothed and came up with a desperate plan. Keith will sneak out first, since it will be suspicious if two unregistered…. people went out of the room at the same time. Then Lance will follow approximately 10 minutes later and both of them will meet up at the back of the store. It wasn’t a really concrete plan, heck, it was barely a plan itself but both of them knew that the two hour count down was near, the staff will come check up on them soon.  

Keith and Lance shared another hug before Keith opened the door and then walked out, chin up and head in the air.

Lance had been scared before, it will be easier to ask when had Lance felt not scared instead (Three, back when he was in Varadero Beach feeling the sands beneath his feet. Two, when he had Pidge to curl up with back at Rolo’s. One, when Keith and him leaned against each other in each others arm, warm and together.) But this sheer anxiety was alien to Lance, was this how it feel like to care for someone so deeply that it hurts when they separate?

Lance tightened the makeshift rope again, attempting to distract himself as he dismissed the grunt of discomfort of the bound man. Soon, his time of departure had come, Lance readied himself and reached for the door.

(He reached for the window latch, fingers trembling and quickly flipped it opened.)

Lance walked out, attempting to mimic Keith’s confident posture and blend into the crowd. Sensual music played softly at the background, he didn’t meet the other androids eyes as he scurry as fast as he could without looking suspicious.

(He pulled Pidge up and pushed him through the window carefully ignoring, the loud footsteps)

Lance could feel some eyes straying across him, but thankfully they don’t linger.  He saw the exit, Lance can’t help but quicken his steps.

(Lance stepped out of the window, his hand grabbing tightly at the window sill, the chilly wind whipping across his face.)

Lance can hear shoutings as he opened the exit, they must have found out the unconscious customer. Lance broke into a ran.

( A hand grabbed Lance’s foot and Lance screamed as he fell )

Lance fell into a pair of arms, violet eyes gazed upon him worriedly.”Are you alright?” Keith ran his hand over Lance’s body, patting around to ensure no injuries. Something light began to flutter inside Lance, tickling him gently. “I’m fine.” Lance wasn’t sure if that he was high on the latest escapade or Keith’s genuine worry for him that got him reeling. He planted a light kiss on Keith’s cheek. “We’re free.” Lance laughed. “We’re free.”

Keith can’t help but smile when Lance twirl around ridiculously in happiness, his systems are still slightly overheated due to the sudden peck that Lance bestowed to him.  He approach Lance and lift the joyful android, “Let’s go Lance,” he resist to kiss the pout away from Lance’s lips. Now is not the time. Yet. “We had to find a safer place.”

Lance wriggled away from Keith’s grip before holding his hand. “I think I know a place,” Lance remembered the coordinates Pidge showed him from his laptop, the save haven for androids. Keith squeezed back reassuringly as Lance transmitted the data to him. “Together?” he asked, eyes twinkling under the night sky. Lance grinned “Together.”

I know a lot of people would put Keith as Conner and Lance as Gavin with paternal Shiro as Hank. However since I watch dbh all I could about is Lance and Keith as the Tracis who ran away...