#outside pov sheith anyway

[theolddarkmachine]

Sheith prompt: Acxa, Ezor and Zethrid are constantly setting up situations where Keith is constantly 'falling' for Shiro, trying to help their helpless group leader. They think it's the perfect time for him to get his mate (Galran term), especially since Shiro started helping the Blades after his divorce.

New Year’s Prompts: Matchmakers

You should know that I screamed at like, everyone, when I got this prompt. I am very much a fan of the idea of Keith’s badass lesbian squad tryna help a poor boy out and kinda wish this wasn’t just a drabble well as much of a drabble as i could make it since it still is over my max lol so I could explore just a wee bit more of their dynamic. Hopefully it still hits the key points though!

Also on AO3

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“I can’t decide who is more tragic,” Ezor muses, flipping her head over the back of the couch’s arm to stare back at Acxa as Zethrid massaged at her calves in her lep.

“Flippy hair, or the admiral.”

Shaking her head as Zethrid snorts, Acxa took a sip of the strange, brown bean water that Veronica had taught her to make. It’s still too hot and she blanches at its burning bitterness before she replies.

“I fear at this point it’s all they know,” she says as she walks around the counter of the break room and toward the armchair beside the other Galra. Dropping into it, she sighed, relishing the way the cushion cradled her.

There hadn’t necessarily been anything wrong with the Galra ship they’d been using at the start of their humanitarian work, but there really wasn’t anything quite like the comforts the Atlas provided.

“There’s got to be something we can do to get them together,” Ezor continues, not bothering to look at her now as she spoke out into the open room. “They’ve been like this since we were with Lotor.”

A heaviness rolls across the room in the form of their pause as Acxa chances another sip of coffee. Deca-phoebs had past, and their former leader’s name still hung like a weight around their throats. It hadn’t been until much later that they’d realized he was a misguided soul with all the right ideals, and all the wrong way of executing them.

Sometimes, Acxa wondered if all that they were still doing was some small way of realizing the dream that was once Lotor’s goal.

“Maybe we should just shut them in a room until they figure it out,” Zethrid offers suddenly, snapping the silence like a Fate’s string.

“They’d probably starve before they did,” Ezor says offhandedly after a breath.

“They’d probably fight over who would nobly sacrifice themselves so the other could eat them to survive,” Acxa adds with a thick layering of what Veronica taught her was called sarcasm. It earns her a loud snort from Ezor.

“By the gods, they would.”

Her words faded once more to silence filled with nothing more than the quiet hum of the air system. It’s a comfortable kind of silence, only found after years of familiarity. Acxa appreciates it as she looks over the picture of domesticity her friends cut as Zethrid continues to knead at Ezor’s legs.

At one point, she hadn’t thought they’d get to this point. Lost to their own individual anger and loyalties, they’d had to fight hard, but they made it all the same.

Brought together by Lotor, their own need to survive, and then their own redemption, it was funny to think that now what they’d set their mind to was getting Keith and Shiro figure it out. Shiro’s marriage had only lasted about three deca-phoebs, a far cry from the lifetime that humans claimed. He’d joined their forces at the helm of the Atlas claiming it could only help the humanitarian effort to have Earth’s force at their side.

But they’d seen the way his gaze would turn soft whenever speaking with Keith in the same way it always had, so they knew better.

Keith’s own unwavering attachment to Shiro had always been something of an inevitability. Even when he wasn’t there, it made itself known in the spaces between the lovers he’d taken. While Keith had always loved fiercely, he still hadn’t loved quite like he did with Shiro.

Yet there had been something missing when they’d finally come back together, and watching the way they continued to dance around each other like crashing stars was painful.

“We should still try it,” Ezor pipes up. Tightening her grip on her still steaming cup, Acxa took another careful sip before nodding.

“It couldn’t hurt to try.”

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“And you’re sure you told him to come to the training deck, right?” Ezor asks, peeking over the window’s ledge of the observation room to look down at the admiral who seems to be growing more antsy by the minute. Acxa isn’t quite sure what line they must have used to get him there, but she knows for a fact that Keith had agreed to meet her at the training deck.

“Yes,” she confirms again as she pushes herself into the space between Ezor and Zethrid in time to watch Shiro look down at his watch.

Again.

“Maybe he got the day wrong,” Zethrid growls as the man below lets out what looks like the world’s wariest sigh.

“It’s hard to get today mixed up with any other day,” Acxa growls back, watching as Shiro starts to stretch his human arm, pressing the elbow back behind his head with the metallic one.

“Maybe he’s onto us,” Ezor says under her breath, almost as if it’s an after thought and that, seems entirely plausible, Acxa thinks. This wasn’t the first time they’d tried to get them alone to finally talk.

Or the second.

Or the tenth.

How many times was this now?

“He’s here!” Ezor squeaks excitedly, bouncing on her haunches as Acxa surfaces from her thoughts to see the dark, lithe shape that is Keith. Dressed in his usual form fitting black with his braid falling casually over his shoulder, he cuts a commanding figure, and Acxa can see the way Shiro stalls when he sees him from here.

“Looks like we’re finally a go, girls,” Zethrid say proudly, reaching a hand over the top of her head to meet Ezor’s with a loud clap.

“Don’t celebrate just yet,” Acxa says lowly as she watches the way Keith’s shoulders go rigid and how he crosses his arms across his chest. With his back to them, there’s no way to tell who speaks first, but she sees the way Shiro’s cheeks pink and how his mouth moves around what she can only assume is a greeting.

Holding her breath, she leans closer to the ledge to watch the standoff.

Then, quick as lightning, Shiro is on his back.

“Ouch,” Zethrid blows between her teeth, cutting her gaze away to look over at her companions. “Maybe we were wrong?”

Below, Keith moves, throwing legs on either side of Shiro’s hips and gripping the front of his sleeveless top to pull him close. There seems to be another pause as he stares down at him before Shiro shifts, knocking him to the side and reversing their positions easily.

Keith, to his credit, throws a fist up into his jaw.

“Should we stop them?” Ezor questions as Shiro spits a line of red on the mats beside them. Using his Altean arm, he gathers Keith’s wrists in his grip and wrenches his arms over his head as he leans in close.

Another pause as he speaks, and then Keith twists his hips and kicks his leg at an impossible angle to flip them in a way that leaves his knee pressed to Shiro’s sternum and his hands still cuffed by that robotic arm beside his head.

Acxa can’t help but mimic the surprised sound that forces the admiral’s mouth into a comedic ‘o’ as loosens his grip on Keith’s wrists and instead lets his arms fall to the side in what looks a lot like surrender.

“No, not yet,” she replies as Shiro says something, tilting his chin up and keeping his eyes fixed on the man above him. Keith’s breaths heave his shoulders as he keeps his head turned down, hair falling out of his braid and shielding his face.

Achingly slow, she watched as he sat back, dragging his hands from the floor to Shiro’s chest and dropping his knee down beside him.

The admiral’s mouth moves again, and for all she knows, it must be a spell as she watches Keith draw closer, leaning into him until his hair curtains them both.

With whiplike speed, Acxa grabs at Ezor and Zethrid’s shoulders, pulling them down beneath the ledge as Shiro’s arms came up to wrap around Keith’s waist.

Zethrid’s look is accusatory as Ezor makes a small sound of protest at the back of her throat. By way of answer, Acxa just nods her head back to the door.

“It was just getting to the good part,” Ezor mumbles as they push away, turning from the private scene to head to the door.

“Humans are so weird,” Zethrid muses thoughtfully as it swooshes open before them.

They are, Acxa thinks, a small smiler flicking the edges of her mouth up as her mind roves to her own human. She also thinks, for just a moment, that that’s what made humanity so beautiful.

“Come on, girls,” she hums, throwing her arms across both their shoulders and pulling them close as they exited into the empty hall. “Our work here is done.”

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#sheith #outside pov sheith anyway #which is one of my fave ways to explore them tbh #acxa #zethrid #ezor #new year's prompts #coeurbrise02

[sheithfictioncatalogue]

I don’t know if you’ve already answered this but do you know of any sheith fanfic from an outsider pov?? Bonus if it’s lance

Here’s a few from various outside points of view, including Lance!

Black Lion Brews - MapleMooseMuffin @maple-moose-muffin

3k. (Teen) 

Lance regrets ever being friends with Keith when he tries his hardest to wingman for the poor kid. Keith, it turns out, is an absolute disaster when it comes to flirting. Lucky for him, the newest barista at Black Lion Brews doesn’t seem to care.

Texas Drought - Neyasochi

6k. (Mature) Contains: nsfw content - Background Ships: minor Lance/Pidge, minor Allura/Lotor

Hoping to add a little excitement to Shiro’s birthday party, Lance hires the best last-minute stripper that about eighty-seven-dollars can buy.

(The stripper AU where Keith is really bad at his night job and Shiro is entranced anyway.)

forming orange - katebishoop

3k. (General Audiences) Background Ships: one-sided Hunk/Keith if you squint

Four times that Hunk learned something new about Keith, and one time he already knew.

give me a kumbayah, a hallelujah - katebishoop

3k. (General Audiences) Background Ships: minor Allura/Lance

They’re all back together again, for the first time in much longer than they realized. It’s overshadowed by the exhaust of battle, the pang of loss.

Or, Shiro and Keith, through the team’s eyes and their own.

Hunk’s Taste Testers - Bright_Sea @morg-scribbles

1k. (General Audiences)

Hunk makes space popsicles. Shiro and Keith are his taste testers.

In Proper Orbit - leatherandwolfsbane

1k. (General Audiences)

Hunk knows; Hunk sees all. He knows Shiro and Keith are in love, but they still haven’t said anything.

Maybe Lance can change that, intentionally or not.

“It’s like you two are an old married couple. Just kiss already!”

Observation - TheAnxiousAce

675. (General Audiences)

Hunk witnesses a moment between Shiro and Keith.

Love-bugged - Angelicat2

2k. (General Audiences)

While on a mission, Shiro gets bitten by a bug that makes him act even more clingy towards a certain Red Paladin.

-Alex

#sheith #sheith fanfic #sheith fanfiction #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron fanfic #anonymous #recs #lancepov #hunkpov #allurapov #outsiderpov #outsidepov

[stevieraebarnes]

I was tagged by the lovely @gavotteandgigue. Thanks! This looks fun!

What is your total posted word count on AO3? (Go to your Works, then click Statistics.)

121,603. Whoa. It really adds up. Here’s to adding more though :)

How often do you write?

I don’t feel like I write that often. I write when an idea takes hold. Otherwise, I’m reading other people’s works. But if I’ve got a scenario running through my brain, I tend to forget about everything else and I will sit down and write for hours. I’ll bring a notebook to all of my events and errands; either writing my thoughts down if it’s a long event or tapping in some thoughts on my phone while on errands haha!

Do you have a routine for writing?

The routine usually goes down like this:

I go to bed, and as soon as I’m comfortable and don’t want to move, an idea pops into my brain that really takes root so I have to get out of bed and jot it down. That way I can fall asleep in peace. The next morning I look over what I wrote and it’s anywhere from fully formed sentences and dialogue to scenarios that make no sense whatsoever.

Then I go for a walk. It’s a 45 minute walk that is enough time to play out the story in my head so that it’s almost completely fleshed out.

I get back from my walk and ready the writing area lol. Coffee, breakfast, water, notebook, laptop, phone, and any published works littering the house that I feel might help get me into the feel of the story I want to write. Then I write until I run out of words.

What’s your favorite kinks/tropes/pairing?

I love tons of tropes, but I circle back to hurt/comfort, outsider pov, and friends to lovers. And apparently deep, meaningful conversations are my kinks. It’s what I’m writing right now XD

My favorite pairing is Jason Todd/Dick Grayson. They’re beautiful and so fun to write and read about. I also write Shiro/Keith from Voltron, too. My first ship though, was Rogue and Gambit!

Do you have a favorite fic of yours?

You know what? I really like my Lovecraftian jaydick fic, A Photograph From Life. I had a lot of fun writing it, and enjoyed throwing in a bunch of Goblin Market references.

Runner up might be Kaleidoscope, a sheith fic.

Your fic with the most kudos?

We Didn’t Give You Permission to Leave Us; my first jaydick fic. I have a major soft spot for this one.

Anything you don’t like about your writing?

I definitely wish I could plot more and weave more of a narrative. I tend to hyper focus on emotions and describe characters’ reactions. It’s also what I love, so I’m going to keep doing it lol XD

Now something you do like?

I like writing dialogue and I think I portray characters well...the ones I know, anyway. If I could write a story that’s just dialogue I would. Oh wait. That’s probably why I wrote that epistolary fic. It’s just running inner dialogue on paper haha!!

Thanks for the tag, Gav! I’m still in awe that all these little fics add up to a large novel sized amount of words :o

And to anyone who sees this, plus @setsailslash @ravenwolf36 @lightningparadox @maliciouslycreative, I wanna know how you write!! And for those who write AND art like @pentapoda and @airdanteineblues ...how??? :)

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