[extra] It was supposed to be a casual date but these two dorks wanted to impress each other. You best bet Shiro endlessly showered Keith in compliments
But Shiro does want to say it, because this scar is his fault. Even if it wasn’t him, not really him, it was this body. It was this hand. It was this face that looked down at Keith as he burned and charred Keith’s skin.
It was him, in almost every sense of the word.
“Don’t apologize. I would do it a thousand times over.”
It’s in the way that Keith looks at him, somewhere between desperation and exasperation, adoration and defeat, that makes up Shiro’s mind.
Instead, Shiro leans down, pressing his lips to the new scar, feeling Keith’s cool skin under his lips.
The silver chain around his neck is hanging loose against the red and
dirtied white of his paladin armor, a single silver tag hanging from
it, smeared red.
It’s weird, because the Garrison didn’t hand out dog tags to cadets. It’s weird because the last name isn’t his.
This idea has been hunting me for ages (since the day the fic, which I hope y’all read because it’s a must, was published), and you can pry the ‘pretend’ marriage trop and Jojo’s fics from my dying hands, so.
If Voltron doesn’t deliver canon angst and reactions to near death, then store bought is fine. I’m jk, but I really wanted to see Shiro running in to pry Keith out of his lion. I know they couldn’t since he sustained a head injury and there’s no blood allowed in Voltron but I can dream, right?
Like a shooting star, I will go the distance I will search the world, I will face its harms I don’t care how far, I can go the distance ‘Till I find my hero’s welcome waiting in your arms
– Go the Distance. Hercules.
I’m upset that i didn’t post these here sooner cause I forgot but now I’m doing so.
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