Tag: sheith

wallmakerrelict:

When Keith regains consciousness, he’s disoriented and forgetful. He can’t stay awake long. Every time he wakes up he thinks it’s the first time since the battle. The doctors tell Shiro it’s not an uncommon reaction to head trauma, and that he’ll start to retain memory again soon. In the meantime Shiro doesn’t mind answering the same questions over and over, but for when he needs to leave to attend to garrison business he leaves this behind on the table by Keith’s bed:

Keith’s F.A.Q.
from Shiro (I’m nearby, I’m fine, and I’ll be back soon)

  • Where am I? You’re in the hospital at the garrison base. You’re safe.
  • Did we save Earth? YOU saved Earth.
  • What about the others? They’re all fine. They’re down the hall, and in better shape than you, so stop worrying about them.
  • I’ve got to get Sendak. You did that already.
  • Was it awesome? I think I remember it being awesome. It was very awesome.
  • I’m going to get up and visit the other paladins / find you / help with base repairs / check on my lion / etc. No definitely don’t do that, you’ve been seriously injured.
  • Okay, but I’m just going to… I don’t care how this sentence ends. No, Keith. Stay in bed.
  • I love you. Yeah, I think the concussion is making you really uninhibited because you keep saying that. Also, I love you too.

earthspaladins:

passage of time

“How long will you live?”

Keith looks up from his magazine, frowning. “What?”

This has been weighing on him for a while. He has to ask. Shiro repeats, “How long are you going to live, Keith? Don’t the Galra live for thousands of years?”

“It might be a quintessence thing.” Keith shrugs. “I dunno.”

Shiro gestures to the photograph on the bedside table. “Well, what about Krolia? How old is she? Or Kolivan?”

Keith protests, “I can’t just ask them how old they are. That’s weird.”

“If you had to guess-“

“Shiro. I don’t know.”

“And what if you do live for a couple hundred years? A couple thousand?” Shiro leans forward. “What are you going to do?”

Keith blinks slowly, and when he bites his lip, Shiro can see the glint of one of his too-sharp canines. “Just…keep fighting, I guess. Stay with the Marmora until my human side puts me out of commission.” He pauses, and his face falls with what must be the realization of what Shiro’s been trying to say. “And move on, I guess. We’ll need new paladins eventually.” Something dark and worried and desperate crosses his face, and he holds his arms out to Shiro. “Come here.”

“Is it bad to want to grow old with you?” Shiro asks softly, climbing on top of the sheets and wrapping his arms around Keith. He places his head above Keith’s heart, listening to the steady beating of his heart. This heart will endure long after Shiro’s gone. Of course it will. It’s Keith’s heart, and he’s always been a survivor.

“No,” Keith replies, and he tangles his fingers in Shiro’s hair. “I…I want that too,” he admits. “We’ll figure something out. I promise.”

Keith has never broken a promise like this. It gives Shiro hope, somehow, that this will all work out.

As much as I love knight!Keith and prince!Shiro (playing on Shiro needing to always be rescued obvs), but what about prince!Keith and knight!Shiro and the prince having to do the saving because his knight is a trouble magnet?

mad-madam-m:

“Hey M do you want to talk about royal AUs in any way, shape, or form?”

WHY YES, YES I DO, THANK YOU FOR ASKING.

So Keith, right? Even as a prince, I think he’s going to be stupidly well-trained as a fighter. Think Zuko only without fire. Like, hell yes Keith will be able to dual-wield swords and he will be awesome at it.

So I think he might chafe initially at having a bodyguard because he can take care of himself, thank you very much.

But here’s the thing: Shiro is just as good of a fighter as he is. Maybe even better in some respects.

Keith’s not going to lie, that’s a little bit of a turn-on. (Okay, a lot of a turn-on.)

So he gets to spar with his bodyguard and Shiro is physically imposing enough that many people who would wish harm on the prince take one look at him and decide they have somewhere else very important to be.

It certainly doesn’t help that Shiro is kind and thoughtful and encouraging and an absolute nerd with a terrible sense of humor that Keith nevertheless finds endlessly endearing.

So it’s no surprise that he starts caring for Shiro as…more. More than a bodyguard, more than a friend. Shiro becomes someone that Keith wants by his side always.

BUT THEN.

The rival kingdom attacks, and Shiro is sent to the border with the rest of the knights because they need every man they can get and he is a brilliant strategist and tactician. Keith hates watching him go and makes Shiro swear to come back to him. Shiro promises he’ll return. Keith wants to kiss him, but he doesn’t. But from the fleeting look Shiro gives him, he wonders if Shiro wants the same thing.

One month passes. Then two. It’s at the end of the third month that they finally get word: the battalion Shiro was with was captured by enemy soldiers. Everyone is presumed dead.

Keith doesn’t handle it well. Keith doesn’t handle it at all. He refuses to believe that Shiro is gone, that Shiro could ever be gone. Everybody at the castle learns very quickly not to mention that in front of the prince.

Nobody else believes him that Shiro could still be alive. Nobody else wants to help him. So Keith packs up a very few things, leaves a letter for his mother, and takes off in the dead of night to go find Shiro.

Even with his knowledge, it’s hard living on the road for weeks at a time. But Keith keeps at it, keeps traveling, keeps hidden–because no one can know the crown prince is traveling alone and heading right for enemy territory–and keeps his ears open.

Sure enough, he learns where the prisoners are being held, and sure enough, he finds them and finds Shiro. Shiro, with a new scar across his nose and a tattered knot where his right arm used to be, but it’s him and he’s alive and Keith has never been so grateful for anything in his life.

And it takes some doing, but Keith manages to free him and the rest of the prisoners and they make their way back to friendly territory. Shiro is delirious with fever and exhaustion and Keith practically has to carry him most of the way back to the castle, nursing Shiro as best he can with his rudimentary field medicine skills.

But they make it back safely, Shiro is whisked away to the healers, and Keith sits by his bed day and night and glares at anyone who tries to make him leave for any reason.

So he’s there when Shiro finally regains sense and consciousness, looks up at him with wondering eyes and whispers, “You found me.”

Keith kisses his hand. “I’ll always find you.”

Shiro gives him a small smile. “I’m supposed to be the one saving you.”

Keith breathes easier for the first time since he watched Shiro ride away. “We can trade.”

Maybe it’s not the most romantic to have their first kiss be while Shiro is still abed in the healers’ quarters, but for Keith, it’s perfect.

It’s Shiro, so it’s perfect.