shiro's face

anonymous asked:

Speciesswap au Shiran trapped in a cave in. Have a good rest:D

Shiro didn’t understand roughly seventy per cent of the words that came out of Coran’s mouth, but he was pretty sure the majority of them were foul. And when he crouched over the human, he could see why. “Sheraiz,” he hissed softly at the state of the man’s helmet.

“Considering how fast that slide came down, I suppose I should just be glad it wasn’t the rest of me,” Coran muttered, ripping off the now-useless headpiece. “At least the air in here’s somewhat breathable. Can you get a signal?”

Shiro tapped at his helmet comm, but only got fuzz. “Barely. Might have better luck if we set up one of the emergency beacons. What?” he asked when he realized Coran was staring at him.

“You really do glow in the dark.”

Shiro felt his face heat. “So glad it’s amusing to you,” he said with a slight bite of sarcasm.

But… truthfully… 

He wouldn’t mind if he could be the source of that slightly awed grin a little more often. 

At least when they weren’t trapped in a deep dark hole and Coran wasn’t suffering from a likely concussion.

Switching on his helmet’s light, they found a place that looked relatively dry and stable to set up the beacon. Once it was pulsing strong and clear, there was really nothing left to do but wait. 

“Just like every other night,” Coran said dryly as he leaned back against the cave wall, and Shiro snorted lightly.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll take the castle kitchens,” he said, resting his chin on his hands.

Staring at the beacon was weirdly soothing, though. Kinda reminded him of the singing lights the nurses used to use in the playrooms back on Altea…

He started, then checked the beacon timer, and grumbled under his breath when he realized it had been almost a cycle. Damn, he hadn’t meant to doze… “Maybe they’ll get around to finding us soon, huh, Coran?”

Silence. He looked over and found the human slumped over on his side, seemingly asleep as well. “Hey, Coran.”

Still nothing. And damn well aware of what a light sleeper the Black Paladin was, that sent a small chill of worry up his spine. Heaving himself up, he crouched in front of the human and tried to sit him up, only for the redhead to slouch in his grip, breathing shallow and weak. 

Fighting down panic, he pried an eye open, then swore vividly when there was no reaction to the beacon light or a flash from his own helmet light. What in- was it the blow to the head, or-

Carefully settling the human against him so he wouldn’t fall over again, Shiro clicked open his suit’s monitors and pulled up air readings. 

And then swore some more.

Nitrogen was still high, which was fine for him, but oxygen had taken a deep drop just in the time they’d been there. Too deep. If he didn’t get Coran breathing immediately-

He suddenly wished Pidge hadn’t been joking about putting a carrier compartment in his arm. Without tools, he couldn’t recalibrate his helmet from filter-producing nitrogen to oxygen. And Coran’s was completely done for…

But maybe he could still cannibalize some of it.

“Hang in there,” he instinctively brushed a kiss against the human’s forehead for luck before laying him down. “Just don’t stop breathing on me.”

Maybe he couldn’t change his helmet’s filter, but he could alter his lungs. If he could… rework his breathing to expel oxygen somehow, he just had to figure out a way to get that oxygen to Coran.

He found the helmet where it had been tossed aside and snatched it up, ripping open the side paneling to force-activate the full face mask. Once he’d yanked that out along with a couple of filter tubes, he ran back to Coran, hoping like hell his jury-rigging would work.

“C’mon,” he pleaded, blowing from his own mask into Coran’s and pressing on his chest to try and get him to breathe harder. “You can’t leave me. You gotta come back, please.”

One.

Two.

Three.

Fou-

Coran finally made the faintest cough, eyes slitting open, but still not focused. “Rngh.”

Shiro made a noise that was somewhere between a sob and a laugh, hunching over to touch the foreheads of their masks together. 

Coran blinked up at him, vision slowly clearing. “Shiro…? What happened? What’s all this?”

“Air wasn’t as breathable as we thought. At least not for you. I think I’ve sort of got a fix going, but… don’t move too much, okay?”

“Sure,” Coran said, apparently still too dazed to question it. 

Shiro managed to maneuver them into a slightly more comfortable position, with Coran’s head resting in his lap, and, after wondering whether or not to chance it, took hold of his hand, squeezing a little. Coran looked at their joined hands, but made no move to pull away, and the little knot in his chest loosened somewhat. “Stay awake this time.”

“I’ll do my best.”

And once more, there was nothing left to do but wait for the beacon to be heard.

shiro with the other paladins: you’re going to be great! don’t panic! just take a deep breath! if you worry too much about what might go wrong, you might miss a chance to do something great! patience yields focus! *soothes their anxieties and gives mentor-like counsel and advice*

shiro on the inside, constantly: 

aaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

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so i actually really love this scene and i think it’s an important Lance moment that should not be brushed off as him merely being cocky, selfish, pouty, etc..  here’s why:

Lance disagrees with Shiro. and not only is he being vocal about it, he’s firmly standing his ground on the issue. and he’s not just disagreeing with his leader, he’s disagreeing with someone who’s bigger, older, and more experienced; and let’s not forget, he’s also disagreeing with his hero, his inspiration, someone he really looks up to.

but that doesn’t stop Lance. he gets right in Shiro’s face (enough to make Shiro lean back), looks him directly in the eyes, and stands there for a good 10 seconds, not moving until Shiro has to gently push him away. he never breaks eye contact either.

it takes a lot of courage to stand up to your friend and your hero like that.