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Sheepro and Wolfeith AU🐏🐺
The one where sheepro meets the parents
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#sheith#takashi shirogane#keith kogane#voltron#vld#krolia#keith's dad#sheepro and wolfeith au#my doodles tag
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Keith wears the key to his dad's house on a chain around his neck.
#I believe Keith is extremely sentimental#That and he has issues with memory so he holds on to physical keep sakes in hopes of preserving any last fragments of his past#Like - he's a museum of artifacts from his own past#voltron#keith voltron#vld keith#keith kogane#texas kogane#Keith's dad#vld
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Happy Keefy and his family
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Paladin redesigns
So... my friend @adaphyl and I have been working on a Voltron rewrite because canon Voltron? Eughdghf god awful, we all know. But it's ok, it's not real it can't hurt us.
We've been working through the cast and redesigning characters. I'm posting the paladin redesigns first just because my Altean redesigns need a bit more explanation... there's a lot of lore and I just don't got it in me rn.
I say these are the paladin redesigns but I did also include Keith's dad for reasons, we called him Jim. Anyways here are my redesigns as well as some notes on our rewrites of the characters (I will go more into this at a later date, but for now just some important notes).
Keith:
He's trans ftm, wears a binder. He needs to be wrestled out of said binder because he will wear it for too long. He is on hrt but has been off of it for a while cause space.
Keith is itty bitty, we made him 5'5.
He has more non-human features, the stripes on his arms are Galran markings, as well as the "freckles" on his face. He does get more Galran features in the future (will be in a future post).
Shiro's son.
He's autistic because I say so (I'm projecting but also honestly none of them are neurotypical lets be real).
Lance:
Lance is amab and nonbinary, goes by he/they.
Fuckboy with a heart of gold but like... genuinely. He comes off as a fuckboy to many people but he truly is just a silly little guy. Canon Lance but far better.
He's average height, 5'10.
He wears friendship bracelets made by his nieces and nephews, and always has hair ties on him for anyone who needs one. The anklet is from his mother.
Shark tooth necklace is because it's his favorite animal (and because sharks are MY favorite and I'm projecting).
Pidge:
Transmasc genderfluid, uses they/them pronouns primarily but is fine with any.
Pidge is still the shortest, around 4'11 iirc.
Pidge is aroace because I say so, romance and sex repulsed they do not give a shit about any of it.
Their hoodie was originally Matt's, they stole it in order to sneak into the Garrison and decided to just keep it. Pidge misses their brother.
Pidge wears a binder and is very good about not wearing it for too long. They set a timer for how long they should wear it and will take it off as soon as they can, as well as set reminders for break days. They are on top of this shit.
Hunk:
Hunk has tattoos (not pictured, we're working on designing them). We wanted to really represent Hunk's culture and because he's Samoan we wanted to give him some traditional Samoan tattoos as a treat.
He's everyone's bestie/big brother actually and I love him can you tell I love him?
iirc he's around 6'0 tall.
Paints his nails the voltron colors, one finger for each member. His thumbs are painted yellow so he can point to himself.
Shiro:
Shiro is a trans man, he has had top surgery and is also on hrt.
Shiro is Keith's stepdad... kind of. Kind of stepdad kind of adopted dad. Simply dad.
Shiro is also around 6'0, shorter by Hunk by an inch.
Oh he also has a tongue piercing hehe haha.
Jim (Keith's bio dad):
Jim is Jim.
No but really, he was in fact a firefighter, we are keeping that. He dies in a fire and Keith now wears his dog tag.
He may have held hands with Shiro at some point :3c
There isn't much to say about him (I simply don't remember everything) but just know I love him.
#voltron#voltron legendary defender#voltron fanart#voltron rewrite#vld#voltron au#fix it au#fix it fic#voltron sucks so my friend and I are fixing it#keith kogane#lance mcclain#pidge holt#takashi shirogane#hunk garrett#keith's dad#we have so many thoughts for this rewrite#eventually I will explain my altean lore but I need to organize the doc a bit more#anyways I'm rotating these fuckers in my brain constantly
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Tex: Why did you give a knife to a child?!?!
Krolia: He felt unsafe…
Tex: Well now I feel unsafe!
Krolia: I'm sorry…
Krolia:...Would you like a knife?
#Incorrect Voltron Quotes#Incorrect Galra Quotes#Incorrect VLD Quotes#Krolia#VLD Krolia#Tex Kogane x Krolia#Tex Kogane#VLD Tex Kogane#Keith's Dad#VLD Keith's Dad#Keith's Parents#VLD Keith's Parents#Voltron#VLD#Voltron Legendary Defender
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headcanon that Keith has a few conections with the police because his dad was a fireman and friends with a some of the cops
that's also how he stayed out of the radar for so long, because they were helping him
also bc I refuse to believe that all of them just let some random kid (a minor) that basically no one knows anything about go around without any kind of supervision
#voltron#voltron legendary defender#keith#keith voltron#vld keith#keith kogane#keith's dad#texas kogane#voltron headcanons#keith headcanon#headcanons#headcanon
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I've just realised why Shiro wears Keith's dad's old clothes!!!! It's because when Shiro crash-landed on earth at the start of it all he was only wearing the galra prison clothes (basically just rags) so when they all got Shiro to Keith's shack the only clothes Keith had that would fit Shiro was his dad's old clothes! Thus Shiro ended up wearing Keith's dad's clothes! Either that or Shiro is secretly keath's half brother ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Memories
Please note: I'm calling Keith's dad Texas. It's nickname given to him by his fellow firefighters.
Warning! There is the death of a character written here. I described how they died. There is nothing graphic, if it could trigger you, THEN DON'T READ.
I kinda forgot to continue using the Texan accent, so there's only the first line that uses it.
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"Keith. Keith! Wake up, bud. I have somethin' to show you. 'aight let's go."
Keith groggily followed his dad out the door of their small ranch home. Keith had always loved their house. Like his dad, he valued solitude.
Texas hoisted his son onto his shoulders easily. Keith had always been on the smaller side. He once told Keith that he had his mother's fire in him. His emotions were bigger than him.
They both clambered onto the roof together. "Now lay back," Texas ordered.
"But what if I fall?"
"Then I'll always be here to catch you. I know I'm getting old, but your old man will always have enough strength left in him to hold you up. Never forget that.
They waited in comfortable silence, When Keith closed his eyes, he could hear the few bugs strong enough to survive out here chirping in the background. Right as he was about to drift off, he heard his dad's soft whisper.
"Look up."
Keith looked once and never wanted to take his eyes away again. He saw light streaking across the sky like glowing raindrops. He could hear his father murmuring soft things about the light show above them. Keith settled into the soft comfort of that continuous voice. He always wondered how his dad could know so much about the world.
"You know, these meteoroids are like us. We're always alone, and we can't do anything about where life takes us. But we can get by just fine with a few good companions. You don't need all the diamonds in the sky to make a constellation. But they're still beautiful."
"Happy early birthday, Keith. Dream big dreams."
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"Is that Texas's kid?"
"Dear lord help those two. Texas needs to take care of himself for his child's sake."
"He's our best firefighter! What would you suggest we do if he were to quit?"
"The world with go on, I assure you."
A crowd had gathered to watch as men and women in yellow rushed into the burning building like bees. It was a church, from what Keith could hear of the mob's conversations.
Finally, when the evacuation was closing up, he could hear his dad's voice call out, "Is there anyone missing? Is anyone still in there?"
"My child! He got left behind!"
And just like that, Texas dropped everything to run right back into that church. And Keith felt a sharp bot of fear as he heard the flaming walls of the building creak. But Texas would come back. He always came back.
He could hear people screaming out for Texas to stop. Their wails bled into the night and the sound of the crackling fire.
Cree-ee-eeEAK
In a huge plume of smoke, the building fell. Keith could only watch in horror as the ash cleared and a small child appeared from the darkness.
Texas had saved the kid. That was all Keith could think as tears started streaming down his face. He ignored the people around telling him to come back as he raced towards the church.
The waited as close as he dared for his father to come back. He waited for him to pull himself out from the rubble and say, "See. bud? Your old man can't be beaten by some flames! Would you believe me if I told you I was scared for a moment there? But I know you weren't my brave hippo."
But it never happened. He watched as the fire finally ceased. He watched as his father's friends pulled his burnt, bloody body out of the piles of dirt.
Without hesitation, Keith ran up to his dad. He knew it was stupid to try and wake the man up, but he tried anyway. He shook Texas and sobbed into his chest. Keith could feel people place their hands on his shoulders to try and comfort him.
He didn't say a word. He had always been quiet for his age, and heard people in town whisper about how it was probably because of Texas's reclusive nature.
Even now, he knew they were judging him. They were judging him and the amazing man who knew everything there is to know about the stars and the earth and everything between.
As he watched his father's body being lowered deep into the dirt in the middle of a quiet meadow, he could hear the man's words.
"Dream big dreams. You're going to go further than I ever will. Do me a favor and fly all the way up to the stars, and past them if you can. I know you can. Your fire is too big to be held back here on Earth."
So Keith did. He worked hard. And he made it to the stars. And though he would never admit it, when he finally made it he knew it was only for one person.
"Thanks for holding me up, dad."
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He came back with a gasp.
As he looked around, he realized that he was back at the castle of lions, surrounded by the other paladins.
This had been another 'bonding exercise' designed by Allura for them to get to know each other better.
This was not something Keith wanted to share. He felt invaded. The only thing the world could never take away from him was these memories, and now all of it was floating around the other paladins' brains.
He suddenly became aware of the tears flowing town his face and warm arms wrapped around him.
He heard Lance whisper in his ear, "You only need a few good ones, Keith. And we're here for you whether you like it or not."
Life really was like those shooting stars.
But Keith was finally okay with that.
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Pidge didn't plan on losing her entire family during the Kerberos mission. More than that, she never expected to meet an alien living out in the desert while tracking down a strange signal. However, there she was.
Researching a strange signal and looking out for alien radio chatter, Keith and Pidge become fast friends, working together and having each others' backs.
#VLD#Pidge#Keith#Pidge and Keith being besties#Galra Keith#Hunk#Lance#Keith's Dad#Chief#Shiro#Adam#Bae Bae#Voltron Legendary Defender#oneshot#fanfic#alternate universe#canon divergent au
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i feel very strongly about keiths music taste.
#my art#vld#voltron#voltron legendary defender#comic#hunk garrett#lance mcclain#pidge holt#keith kogane#this was one of the first vld comics i thought of when i started making these but i didnt think it was that funny#but then i decided its nit abt being funny its abt projecting my britney obsession on keith so.#hunks excited bc he finally found someone on this ship with decent taste#lance listens to weezer and like. 21 pilots and pidge gecs and listens to vocaloid#shiro listens to like. cigarette dad music from the 2000s#allura hasnt heard human music yet so shes out#anyways#that screenshot is my britney playlist on spotify btw
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repost! voltron as textposts etc. 19
(reposted because the person who made one of the posts i used doesn’t want their posts to be reposted, which i totally get and respect, so thanks for letting me know! but it’s now dawning on me that i couldve just edit the post instead of deleting it…)
#voltron#vld#voltron legendary defender#voltron as textposts#pidge gunderson#pidge holt#lance mcclain#lotor#prince lotor#hunk garrett#keith kogane#klance#shiro#takashi shirogane#space dad#space dad shiro#princess allura#allura#voltron rolo
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“Keith, I need a favour.”
Keith stops in his tracks. Slowly, he sets down the helmets he’s holding, freeing his hands, then holds the phone out in front of him. He ponders it carefully.
“I could throw you into the sea,” he says to it. He does some quick calculations. If he drives to the nearest seafront now, he will be approximately twenty-three hours late to his date with Lance by the time he gets back. However, if he skips the fanfare and drops his phone into the disgusting oil-filled puddle right next to him, he can proceed to his date on schedule.
“Decisions, decisions,” he muses. Fanfare is important. Dropping his phone into a puddle is whatever. It’s derivative. But dropping his phone into the North Atlantic…now that is revolutionary.
“Fucksake. Keith,” sighs the voice coming from the phone. “If you don’t answer me, I am going to change the Netflix password.”
Keith frowns. “Hey.”
“Thank you,” says Shiro emphatically, “you brat.”
“Netflix is sacred,” Keith protests. “You can’t joke about the Netflix. I am a delicate orphan, Shiro. What will happen to me if my primary care figure breaks his promises? I’ll regress and act out and end up in prison. Do you want me to end up in prison?”
“A little, honestly.”
“Gasp, Shiro. Gasp. How dare.”
“I think you should consider a degree in the dramatic arts.”
“I think you should eat my farts.” Keith snickers. “Hey, that rhymed.”
Shiro sighs, long and loud, and Keith can practically see the smile twitching on his face. “Where did I go wrong. Truly. To think I tried to raise an upstanding young man, respectful to his elders, happy to help when needed. Shame that you’re a gremlin and a changeling.”
Keith rolls his eyes. “Blah blah. Get to begging for my help. I have places to be, old man. A new jacket Adam bought me to wear in front of pretty people. Well, one pretty person. Anyways.”
“God, you’re whipped,” Shiro says, and Keith ignores that because if he doesn’t he’ll combust. “You and Lance going out?”
Keith tucks his phone between his ear and his shoulder, picking the helmets back up and continuing his walk to his bike. “Yep.”
“Where’re you going?”
“Dinner at Caribella. It’s an excuse for a ride, really. Maybe walk around downtown for a bit.”
“Sounds fun. How much more fun would it be with your little sister, huh?”
Keith stops for the second time. He can see Red maybe fifty metres away. He looks at her mournfully.
“So close,” he despairs quietly, then turns back to his phone. “Not super fun, Shiro. Since she’s, you know. A year old. And a date is something you traditionally do with your boyfriend. Alone.”
Shiro makes a weirdly strangled noise halfway between a laugh and a stressed croak. “Well! The thing is.”
Keith waits. No thing is listed.
“Shiro.”
“It’s no big deal! Really.”
“Oh? I guess I’ll just hang up, then —”
“It’s just that Adam and I are at his sister’s, right, and —”
“There we go.”
“And we have a sitter. Obviously. All is well. Except, you know. The storm forecast. And everything.”
“And you’re four hours away with a car that you haven’t put snow tires on yet,” Keith surmises. He looks forlornly at his bike, sitting all pretty in her parking spot, freshly polished red paint gleaming under the fluorescent lights of the parking garage. So, so close. “You dumbass.”
“The forecast was clear this morning!”
“You’re a dad! You’re supposed to know these things!”
“Well!”
“Can’t the sitter just — stay? Overnight, or something?”
He feels bad. Any other day, he’d be happy to have Hana over, or go stay over there. He does it all the time. Hana is the coolest. He has no idea how she’s the daughter of the two biggest goobers he knows. Hell, he’s already got plans to watch her this Thursday, so Adam and Shiro can go to their old person museum date thing.
But he has plans tonight.
Fuck.
“She’s sixteen, Keith,” Shiro explains, sighing. Keith envisions his brother slumped against a wall somewhere, rubbing over the scar on his nose. “She’s too young for that. She’s Adam’s friend’s daughter, and she’s a sweetheart, but she’s got school. She can’t be responsible for a baby overnight.”
“No, I — I figured.” He drags his free hand down his face. “You need me to go over there?”
“Yeah. Mara – the sitter – can’t drive yet. Her parents are coming to get her in an hour.”
Shiro’s voice is quiet, subdued. He sounds guilty. Keith hates when Shiro is guilty. He covers his hand over the phone so Shiro can’t hear, screams a little, breathes deeply, then forces a smile wide enough that it will bleed into his voice. Hopefully.
“It’s fine, Shiro. Seriously. Lance and I’ll reschedule, Hana and I will make sure to fuck up your Netflix profile. All is well.”
“Thank you, Keith. I owe you.”
It is a dire thing when Shiro doesn’t complain about Keith messing up his Netflix profile. Once, three years ago, Keith forgot to switch the TV in their living room and watched some Hallmark movie as he sketched, just to make noise in the background. Shiro made snide comments about his taste for three months, because he’s a pretentious indie loser who watches shit like Empire unironically.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll start a tab.”
That, thankfully, makes Shiro snort. “Brat.” He brightens. Keith can almost hear the ding of a lightbulb going off in his head. “Hey, I know it’s dorky, but maybe you and Lance can still go on your date! Me and Adam used to when you were little, in the old apartment.”
Keith furrows his brows. “What, like when you marathoned Lord of the Rings on the shitty futon and ordered the greasiest pizza known to man? That’s not a date.”
“Is so! We enjoyed it, you had pizza so you weren’t having a tantrum, what else could we need?”
“You guys have been weird old people your whole entire life. Did you know that?”
“Only because you aged me. You pain. Anyways. Go pick up my daughter, or you can stay at our place. Minivan keys are where they always are. I gotta go. Love you, kiddo.”
“Ugh. Love you too.” He hangs up, blowing a raspberry at the phone. “Minivan keys are where they always are, he says. What a soccer mom.”
He stares, hands on his hips, at his bike.
What to do, what to do.
He really doesn’t want to cancel on Lance. It’s been a couple days since they’ve seen each other, because Lance’s job hates him. Plus, Hana isn’t very fussy. It’s kind of dweeby and embarrassing, but. Well. Lance likes kids. So it could be fine, honestly.
“Hana first,” Keith decides, nodding to himself. He lifts the seat compartment under the bike and shoves the extra blue helmet in, strapping on his own and starting Red up. To bring Lance to Shiro’s for an embarrassing old person date, or to cancel. That is the question.
Eh. He’ll decide on the ride.
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He does not decide on the ride.
“What do you think,” he asks his sister, lips pursed. She gurgles happily at him from her high chair, shaking her soggy-Cheerio-covered fist at him. “I mean, you go to bed in a couple hours. So it’s not like it’s pure babysitting.”
“Abdalalala,” she says, which Keith translates to mean actually, now that I know you want me to sleep, I will spend tonight completely resistant to sleep, as karma. Enjoy.
“That’s rude,” he informs her.
You’re batshit, says the Pidge that lives in his brain. Also, quit procrastinating.
“Ugh,” he says, out loud. He pulls out his phone and hesitates over Lance’s contact.
to: lance <3
hey you like kids right
from: lance <3
oh my god
from: lance <3
keith, are you…
from: lance <3
pregnant??????
Keith laughs.
to: lance <3
you are not funny
from: lance <3
i’m hilarious actually it’s a tragedy
from: lance <3
i carry the burden of knowing i am solely responsible for my friends’ good humour
from: lance <3
heavy is the head that wears the crown. pensive face emoji solidarity fist emoji broken heart emoji
Keith refuses to dignify that with an answer. Also, he has been informed by Lance’s best friend that if he ignores the emoji bit it will go away eventually. So far it’s been going strong for three months, though, so Keith’s not certain. He can only hope Hunk is correct.
from: lance <3
anyways yah i like kids why
to: lance <3
how much cooler and charming would i be if i picked you up in a minivan. with my sister
from: lance <3
aw, keith!
from: lance <3
to be coolER and MORE charming you have to be cool and charming to begin with :)
from: lance <3
and you are a dweeb 💖
from: lance <3
sounds good tho
from: lance <3
Bring Forth The Child
from: lance <3
oh also bring forth burritos on ur way over
from: lance <3
i’m hungry
Hana yells and bangs on her tray. When Keith looks up, she lobs a Cheerio at him. It hits him squarely between the eyes.
“You’re right,” he says sagely, peeling it off and flicking it back at her. She shrieks in joy. “I cannot let this shit slide. I cannot simply allow myself to be roasted, Hana. I must have self respect.”
She blows a raspberry at him and bangs harder on her tray. Baby conversations are, honestly, riveting.
“Exactly, squirt. You get it. Let’s get cleaned up and go, hm?”
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He picks up burritos on the drive.
Hana laughs at him.
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He’s hardly pulled up in front of Lance’s apartment building when a blur streaks across the front walkway, yanking open the van’s side door.
“Oh, hell-o, precious darling!” gasps Keith’s boyfriend, tumbling into the backseat and slamming my the door shut behind him. “Hi, Hana! Hi hi hi! Aren’t you the bestest ever? You are!”
Hana, evidently pleased with the attention, babbles something incomprehensible and pats Lance’s cheek. He melts, babbling something so quickly it’s equally incomprehensible and shaking her hand. Keith watches, torn between endeared and affronted.
“Hello, boyfriend I have not seen in days,” he deadpans. “Yes, I missed you also. No, I don’t mind at all that you leave me to wither away, alone, in the front seat. Excellent chat.”
“You have a very very grumpy brother, don’t you, Hana,” Lance coos. His shoulders shake with held back laughter.
“Lance, get your ass in the front.”
“But I’m meeting the baby!”
“She is not going anywhere! Meet her at home! You turd!”
“Name-calling is not very nice,” retorts Lance primly, crawling over the console and finally settling in the passenger seat. “What kind of example are you setting, huh?”
He leans over the armrest once he’s buckled in and kisses Keith gently, cradling his hand against his jaw and tilting their heads together. He smells, as he always does, of flowers and sunshine, and Keith sighs as he sinks into the softness of him, the curve of his smile and nip of his teeth.
“Hi,” Keith murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his chin, and then squarely on the mouth again.
“Hi,” Lance responds, a little breathless, grinning widely. His hair is damp and curling at the edges. He’s left out his contacts for the night and the gold lenses match the gold flecks in his brown eyes. Everything he’s wearing is stolen right from Keith’s closet, except his socks, which are bright purple and covered in obnoxiously orange weiner dogs. Keith is so in love with him that the intensity of it embarrasses him, and he pulls away, face red, very interested suddenly in adjusting is rearview mirror.
Lance, knowing, only smiles.
“These are for you,” he says gruffly, shoving the paper takeout bag at Lance’s chest. Lance wastes no time digging through and shoving half of one in his face.
“Aw, baby,” he says, mouth completely full. “You’re literally the best. Sweet, attentive, manipulable, obsessed with me. Everything I intended when I did the love spell on you.”
Keith eyes Lance from his peripherals. He’s digging through his patched backpack, face completely serene. Keith is reminded of the actual sigil he has tattooed on his ankle. (He’s very familiar with it. It’s often right at eye level. Hard to miss, really.)
“…You’re a strange, strange man.”
“Anyways!” Lance continues, visibly gleeful. Keith reminds himself to focus on the goddamn road and remember his sister is watching with her giant wide eyes in the backseat, probably committing all his embarrassing actions to memory to report to Adam the second she is capable of speech. “I brought lots of movies. Mostly Jurassic Park, but also some educational stuff for the baby. Ghostbusters, High School Musical, you know. All that good stuff. And I stashed popcorn behind your microwave last time I slept over so we’re set for snacks.”
“Oh, we’re going to my brother’s place, actually, ‘cause Hana’s more comf— wait, behind the microwave? Why behind?”
“Wait, wait, hold on. We’re not going to your place?”
“No,” Keith says carefully. “I have some baby stuff in my apartment, but not a lot. Plus, Shiro has a better T.V. and also Adam just bought Moose Tracks. So.” He slows to a stop at a red light, noting Lance’s odd expression. “That okay?”
Lance screws up his face for a second, thinking. “I’m pretty sure? As long as there’s an extra toothbrush there. I have one at your place so I didn’t bother bringing one. And I guess I can survive a night without my face serum, but if I get one single wrinkle we’re beefing.”
“You’re not gonna get a stupid wrinkle,” Keith grouches. “And why would you get pissy if you get a wrinkle? We’re gonna get them eventually, and you —”
“‘We’?” Lance teases. “You gonna grow old with me? Gonna marry me someday, Kogane?”
“—can even use Shiro’s face stuff, anyway, I’m sure it’s the same.” Keith clears his throat. “And plus —”
His voice cracks horribly. Lance makes a valiant effort to keep his giggles to himself, but as Keith face continues to get hotter and hotter he loses control and laughs, head thrown back, adam’s apple bobbing with every hitched breath. His laughter sets Hana off, too, both of them encouraging each other’s ridiculousness until they’re as red as Keith is, gasping for breath.
“I hate it here,” Keith mutters darkly. “I’m turning around and bringing you back. You’re the worst. Why do I go out with you.”
Lance, barely recovered, makes kissy faces at him. “Because you want to maaaarrryyyyy meeeee, you think I’m seeeeexxxyyyyy, you want to kiiiiisssss meeeee —”
He cuffs Lance in the back of his head, pretending to check his blindspot and ignoring Lance’s cries of spousal abuse. “I actually just want you to watch Miss Congeniality twelve percent less often. For your own mental health.”
“Lies and slander! Peddling of falsehoods! Perjury and defamation!”
“I’m burning your thesaurus.”
“And now threats! Hana, you shall be my witness! I will testify against you in court! You will be jailed! I will visit you twice monthly!”
“That’s the second person today who wants me in jail,” Keith comments, pulling into Shiro’s driveway. “You’d visit me even if you put me in there?”
“Well, duh. Have to make sure you don’t go around kissing cute criminal boys or I will become a cute criminal boy.”
“Right, of course. I should have known.”
“You should have, yes.” Lance leans over and kisses him on the forehead with an exaggerated ‘mwah’ noise. “But it’s okay, I like ‘em a little dumb.”
“Help me get the diaper bag, goober,” Keith snorts, shoving him away. “I want to get inside so I can have a burrito before you eat them all.”
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Lance was not kidding about High School Musical.
Obviously.
“Do you want her to grow up with no understanding of community, Keith,” he scolds, and pays no mind when Keith replies, “Well, she has a family, dude, so I’m not worried.”
They watch the stupid musical.
Keith is horribly endeared by Lance’s extensive knowledge of the choreography. Lance is horribly appalled at Keith’s ignorance. Hana is intrigued, mind body and soul, by every scene with Sharpay Evans. Keith assumes this will be a problem for Adam in the near future, and resolves to make that problem worse.
All this to say he’s having a very embarrassing night, in terms of mushy thoughts and feelings.
“I can’t wait to have kids of my own someday,” Lance sighs, a very sleepy Hana tucked into the crook of his arm. He watches her, soft, and Keith pauses with a DVD held loose in his hand, enraptured, because there’s a curve to Lance’s smile that he’s never seen before, and suddenly his left hand looks bare. “I know it’s supposed to be stressful and everything, but I used to force Hunk to play house with me when we were kids. Literally every day. And when my neice and nephew were born I hogged them all the time, even when they were screaming. I dunno. Being a parent sounds awesome. You get to…like…grow a person. It’s like growing a plant but a bajillion times better, probably.”
“Yeah,” says Keith, softly, and without meaning to he’s thinking of Shiro’s tired smile and the gentle hand Adam lays on the back of his neck, of their door that was always open for Keith’s nightmares, of Shiro’s clothes ruffling as he slid to the floor and sat for hours as Keith screamed himself hoarse and cried for a mother who left. Of Adam’s boiling pots and gentle hands as he guided Keith around a chopping knife. Of both Shiro’s choked-off sobs and Adam’s right embrace as Keith came back, thirteen, in the middle of the night, scared and no longer angry, and their quiet I’m so glad you’re safe. Thank you for coming back. “Yeah, family is important.”
Lance hums. He’s quiet long enough that Keith looks up, realising for the first time his gaze has been locked, unseeing, on the pictures on the wall, of Shiro and Adam and the two of them together and with Keith and with Hana and with Keith and Hana. Lance is watching him, quiet, dark eyes knowing, Hana finally asleep in his arms, beautiful and strong and everything Keith has ever wanted, suddenly, at once.
“I love you,” he blurts.
Lance smiles. “I’ve noticed.”
“Oh, you dickhead.”
“I’m saying it back!” Lance says, snickering, free hand held up in surrender. Keith walks over and slots their fingers together, squeezing slightly, leaning in and holding, a second, a hair’s breadth away from Lance’s mouth, watching his lips part, feeling the heat of his breath. His words are breathless, near silent, mouthed as much as spoken. “You changed my life, you know. I made you chase me because I thought it was funny, but — I made Hunk get me your number from Pidge the night I left the bar. I was going to text you if your brother’s tweet didn’t go viral and cement your dorkiness for eternity.”
“That’s a lotta words to say ‘I love you’, dorkbrain.”
“I know. You make me nervous.”
“You never get nervous.”
“I do with you.”
“Yeah?”
They’re so close now that their lips brush with every word, and Lance is grinning, eyes crinkled and lashes fluttering against Keith’s cheeks, and Keith has a hand careful on Hana’s head so he doesn’t crush her and is smiling just as wide. Cheesy, dorky, corny, and everything Keith wished for after every romance novel he’d steal, fooling no one, from Adam’s shelf and read long after bedtime.
“Yeah. ‘Cause I love you. Even though you’re a dweebus and a simp.”
He is, really, because he lets Lance get away with that, kissing him to shut him up, to feel his laughter right up close. It’s sparks flying and warmth spreading and heart slowing, and in the gentle darkness of the night.
It’s the promise of more to come.
#i just love writing simp keith genuinely. ANS FIRST LANCE APPEARANCE IN THE HANA VERSE#vld#voltron#keith#keith kogane#klance#lance#lance mcclain#established klance#soft klance#whipped keith#broganes#keith & shiro#dad shiro#hana shirogane#baby hana#hana verse#my writing#longpost#banter
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This is exactly why he's the "dad " of Smosh. He doesn't think Smosh belongs to any person but it's a whole with all the crew in it. He doesn't see them as workers he saw them as funny talented and intelligent friends of his and try to make them all part of Smosh and shine individually. I love this man so much. Long live Ian Hecox! The Smosh dad💖
#ian hecox#smosh#shayne topp#courtney miller#keith leak jr#noah grossman#olivia sui#damien haas#anthony padilla#smosh family#dad ian
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boredom here’s an au where keith was actually just minding his business in his shack with his mum and dad when this dumb fucking punk looking ass boy shows up with two other dumbasses and a guy with one arm and just sighs because goddamit THIS is who Blues been looking for??? HES why we couldn’t leave earlier??? because Blue wanted this dumb fucker with bad hair??? really mum???
#voltron#just a silly lil sketch today#voltron fanart#voltron legendary defender#vld#vld fanart#klance#lance mcclain#keith kogane#klance fanart#vld lance#klance au#voltron au#keith never went to the garrison au#krolia stayed au#keith’s dad#klance art#klance voltron au#keith voltron#keith voltron fanart#lance voltron#lance voltron fanart
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Shiro: don't steal someone's heart, they only have one!
Keith: yeah, steal their cars instead. the Garrison has tons.
Shiro:
The rest of Team Voltron:
Keith: ...plus you get a free Space Dad
#voltron legendary defender#broganes#keith kogane#takashi shirogane#space dad shiro#incorrect voltron quotes#vld
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if the war never happened then Keith wouldn't exist
#voltron#voltron legendary defender#keith voltron#krolia voltron#keith's dad#keith's mom#keith kogane#bc y'know#krolia wouldn't have had to go look for the blue lion on earth#and if she didn't go to earth then she wouldn't have met keith's dad#so yeah#keith wouldn't exist
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