Feelin Seen

Feelin seen

yall ever start writing and something so much darker than what u planned to write comes out and ur like ‘u ok in there’ to urself

Part 4: Sheith Westworld AU

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Shiro’s blood runs cold, his grip on Keith’s hand tense. “Why do you think you’re not real, Keith?”

Keith curls towards him, pulling Shiro in with a grip on his shirtsleeve until he can hear his heart beating and smell the whiskey on his breath.

“I’ve seen the other side,” Keith whispers conspiratorially at his ear. “I’ve met my maker.”

Keith turns his face to meet his eyes, and it’s all Shiro can do to stare back at him dumbly, holding very still.

“I’ve seen what’s inside this shell,” Keith thumps his chest angrily, his throat straining with tension even while he keeps his voice to a whisper, “and the strange tools they use to turn death into life. No tellin’ how many times, but I’ve died, Shiro. Ugly deaths. Shot for someone’s sport, filled with holes and caked with dust, then stitched back up so they can have another go tomorrow.”

Shiro can’t believe what he’s hearing. Hosts aren’t supposed to remember, lest they go mad from what they’ve seen. They aren’t supposed to know. But what if they could, what if they did? What if Keith is just the unlucky one that does?

“But you know what I think,” Keith pulls him even closer, wild eyes belying the careful hush in his voice. “Maybe the living’s the worse part.”

Keith lets up his grip on Shiro’s sleeve, and the loss of contact stings more than it should. His own hand is still covering one of Keith’s, and he twines their fingers just to try to keep him close.

Shiro can’t seem to catch his eyes now. Keith’s looking away, like he’s far, far away from here. He probably is.

“Why would you say that, Keith?”

He’s quiet a long time. At length he takes a shuddering breath to reply, and the sound it makes is like a whimper—barely heard, and yet so raw that Shiro’s sure the pain alone could kill. It sounds like surrender.

“Killin’ feels honest somehow, doesn’it? Even when the dyin’ is a lie.”

Shiro hates to think why he’s asking him this. Yes, Keith has seen him kill; Keith has killed, too, but it’s different somehow. Being the newcomer, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The one who holds all the cards.

Shiro thinks about all the death he’s brought in the past week or more. Guests kill hosts without consequence—without an equal, mortal risk. He thinks the killing is at least as much of a lie.

Keith pulls him out of his reverie. “Just seems tha’ living for someone’s sport is worse than dying that dusty death. Like... dyin’s more merciful than loving.”

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Headcanon: I can muster a cogent argument for why it would make more sense or make for a better story if this were the case

Heartcanon: I don’t have a particular rationale for why this ought to be the case, I just like to imagine it’s true because it gives me the warm fuzzies

Gutcanon: it’s not that I actively want this to be the case – it just unaccountably feels like it should be

Junkcanon: I like to imagine it’s true because it gives me the other kind of warm fuzzies

Spleencanon: I insist that this is the case specifically to spite the author, because, like, fuck you, sir or madam

If I die before I wake 💀

This little Sheith in Westworld fic is turning into more than I intended. What do? Part 5 went up this morning, and now I kinda feel like I need to go to 7 chapters to round this out. Y’all thirsty?