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vldsideblog · 1 year

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So you’ve heard of “Lance talks about Keith and Spanish and Keith has no idea what’s going on” a beloved classic

But I bring you “Keith’s a born and raised Texan, (Texas has one of the highest Spanish speaking populations in the US) who was also partially raised by Adam who spoke Spanish around the house a lot. And so he understands most of what Lance is saying but is to embarrassed to admit he knows that Lance has talked about how soft his hair looked on at least three separate occasions “

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autisticlancemcclain · 7 months

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There’s a knock on his door.

Keith freezes. There’s never a knock at his door.

“…Yeah?” he calls out cautiously, dog-earing his book and setting it down on his mattress. Shiro doesn’t knock, Shiro just calls out from wherever he is. Or texts him. And it’s not like Keith even has friends over, because he’d have to have friends to have them over. Shiro is also, as it turns out, equally as uncool, and never has company.

The door handle turns, and Adam pokes his head through the crack.

“You busy?” he asks.

Keith blinks. “Oh. Hi.”

That makes sense. Adam is here a lot. Keith has kind of forgotten to count him as company, actually. He kind of just appears at random times. Keith is half convinced that Adam is actually some kind of hologram Shiro has created to argue with, mostly because imagining that is really funny.

But he’s never come to Keith’s room before.

“Hi,” he says back, smiling slightly. “Shiro had to run out to handle something because the Garrison would delve into chaos without him, apparently. So he’ll be gone until after dinner.”

He looks at Keith expectantly. Keith stares back, eyes big, because he has no idea what the hell to say to that. Like, he’s correct, Shiro is the one and only thing holding the stupid school together, but Keith’s not quite sure why Adam has come to announce that to him.

“So are you free?” Adam repeats.

“Oh,” Keith says, startling a little. This is a — Adam is seeking him out. Intentionally. Planned. The fiancé of his foster — father? brother? mentor? Keith should ask more questions — has made plans, and they include Keith. Keith is being considered as someone to be hung out with.

“Yeah,” he says, voice cracking. “I’m free.”

“Cool,” Adam says, nodding. “C’mon.”

Keith scrambles off his bed and to the door, not wanting to give Adam time to change his mind. Not that it matters, or Keith cares about hanging out with him. Or anybody for that matter. But he’s curious, so.

“What are we doing?” Keith asks, jogging after him. Adam is a power walker. There’s not a lot of space to power walk in the small apartment, but Adam manages to leave him in the dust anyway. More fuel to Keith’s hologram theory.

“Well, obviously I love your brother more than the moon and stars,” Adam says matter-of-factly, striding over to the kitchen and opening counters.

Keith blinks. Well. That’s one question answered, he supposes.

“But I’m worried.” Adam sets down his armful of supplies; a small mixing bowl, chopsticks, a knife, a cutting board, and an array of vegetables. “Takashi tries very hard at everything he does. It usually gets him quite far. But cooking?” He shakes his head, grabbing a strainer and a head of cabbage and stepping over to the sink. “I don’t know who cursed him, but he’s physically incapable. And you’re thirteen. You’re growing. You can’t eat boxed noodles and peanut butter sandwiches all day. It’s bad for you. Come here.”

“I eat a lot of fruit,” Keith offers, feeling strangely like he has to defend Shiro, or something. Not even necessarily against Adam. Perhaps against the Allegations. “He’s very big on oranges. And mandarins. All citrus, really. There’s a lot of it.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “That is because Takashi read a book about scurvy when he was fourteen and is now terrified of it, because he is a goober. He’s also afraid of squirrels, if you’re wondering. He found out that some of them are carnivorous and never recovered.”

A tiny, barely there smile quirks his lips. Keith bites the corners of his mouth so it doesn’t get any ideas, then steps hesitantly towards the kitchen island, across from Adam. He watches him scrub the leafy vegetable, careful to get in all the nooks and crannies, then pat it dry. He moves to set the cabbage down and then seems to think better of it, leaning back against the sink.

“Get me the salt,” he says, gesturing to a bowl on the counter with pursed lips.

Keith narrows his eyes at it suspiciously. “Why?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” Adam observes.

“You answer very vaguely,” Keith returns.

Adam barks a laugh. Keith finds himself pleased at the reaction.

“I’m going to scrub the cabbage with it,” Adam explains. “It’ll draw out the moisture and take out any leftover dirt, too.”

Satisfied at the answer, Keith grabs the salt bowl, bringing it over. He moves to go back to his spot but Adam stops him with a wet hand around his wrist, gently guiding his hands towards the cabbage. Keith wills his shoulders to relax.

“One hand open to support it, one hand in the salt bowl,” Adam instructs quietly. “Grab a handful and start rubbing it in.”

Hesitantly, Keith grabs the offered cabbage, hyperaware of how his shoulder brushes against Adam’s bicep when he moves; how he doesn’t move away, but he’s not crowding, either. Just…close.

“I can actively feel my fingers pruning,” Keith says in disgust.

Adam snorts. “Yeah, they do that.”

Step by step, Adam guides him through chopping vegetables, measuring spices, mixing sauces, and handling the stove until Keith is working his way through a basic stir-fry like a pro. He’s more shocked than he should be when he tries his first bite of it and likes it.

“You have managed to avoid being cursed, too,” Adam says around his own bite, pleasantly surprised. “I was worried that living with Takashi would curse you by proxy. But this is good.”

“I mean. It was stir-fry. We chopped and we fried. Hard to fuck up,” Keith points out.

“You’d think. When I tried to do this with Shiro, the pan was charred so bad we had to throw it out. I don’t even know what he did. I was right there. It’s like he destroyed it by rancid vibes alone.”

Keith hides a smile in his noodles. Adam notices anyway, and grins.

“Sounds about right.”

“You’re good, though, kiddo,” Adam says, and his hand is heavy on Keith’s head. “You’re good.”

Keith swallows the sudden lump in his throat. His face gets red.

He leans into the touch.

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other parts in this universe

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the-feral-gremlin · 1 year

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Pre Canon Voltron headcannons Bc I Can. Part 1(?)

Keith has dyed his hair red before, (specifically before meeting Shiro and then once at the garrison to piss Iverson and Sanda off.)

Shiro knows how to give himself a (non sexual obvi) massage.

After finding out Keith’s holiday plans consisted of staying in his shared room at his foster parents, Matt and Shiro invited over for the Holt/ Shirogane-Whatever the fuck Adam’s last name is family dinner. And he hasn’t missed one sense, even when in the desert.

Keith taught Pidge how to pick a lock and how to defend herself, while Pidge taught Keith his way around a computer.

Keith knows first aid. (Bc his dad was a firefighter, he grew up in the desert, and bc he was always getting himself in trouble.)

Matt and Keith pranked Iverson and Sanda a lot (unbeknownst to everyone else because they would get in a whole lot of trouble obviously)

Matt and Keith were roommates.

On the anniversary of his dad’s death, you could find Keith under his bed frame or in some other odd place with music playing. Matt covers for him in class while Shiro and Adam ask for the day off and hang out with him, usually in silence.

Adam, Shiro, and Iverson were all in the same book club.

Adam and Shiro have the occasional double date with Sam and Colleen (it consists of Sam trying to get Shiro to call him something other than Science Officer Holt and Adam and Colleen swapping recipes)

That’s all for now

Next ->

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incorrect-sheith-quotes · 1 year

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Shiro: Due to personal reasons, I will be sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.

Matt: Keith said “I love you,” and you said “thanks,” didn’t you?

Shiro: The reasons are PERSONAL!

#sheith #shiro #matt #pre kerberos #incorrect quotes #incorrect sheith quotes #incorrect voltron quotes #source: tumblr

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dapperenby13 · 9 months

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More sketches for all you lovely people

As always I love comments and reblogs!

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rizavii · 1 year

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space boyyyyy i saw a lunar eclipse

[Image Description: A digital drawing of Shiro pre-Kerberos. He is standing, one arm hanging at his side while the other rests on his neck. His head is tilted to the right while he looks to the left. Shiro wears a grey t-shirt with orange on the sleeves and collar and the Galaxy Garrison logo printed on it. His jeans are dark blue and he wears multiple piercings in his ear. He has a simple blue cord around his neck and two bracelets, one with a star and the other with a single orange bead. His electrostimulator is on his wrist. The background is black with a wide line of stars, with the words "Star boy" written in script above Shiro's shoulder. End ID.]

#vld #voltron #vld fanart #voltron fanart #vld shiro #takashi shirogane #shirogane takashi #pre kerberos #young shiro #rizavii arts #shiro headcanon #vld art

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trivojol · 1 year

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I just wanna hold him😭😭❤

#out of all Keiths I've drawn this one is the cutest #young keith #cute keith #keith kogane #vld Keith #keith voltron #keith vld #voltron keith #keith fanart #vld #voltron #pre-kerberos

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discordiansamba · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sam Holt & Keith Characters: Sam Holt, Keith (Voltron), Sanda (Voltron), Colleen Holt, Matt Holt, Pidge | Katie Holt Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Roleswap, Galra Keith (Voltron), Champion Keith (Voltron) Series: Part 4 of the stars shine a different shine Summary:

Sam's not blind. He knows that there are things about Keith that are... unusual, to say the least.

It just takes him awhile to make the connection.

(or, a roleswap between keith and shiro)

#vld #the stars shine a different shine #keith kogane #sam holt #here's that pre-kerberos oneshot I was talking about earlier!#keith's doing a great job at being human in this fic. as you can clearly tell

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lovelylances · 1 year

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i am so ill abt adashi co-parenting keith...

#adashi #broganes #shiro #adam #keith #vld #voltron #me @ shiro's superiors pre kerberos they are a little family do not seperate...

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spacedaddysblog · 2 years

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Keith's evolution of expressions

#keith kogane #voltron keith #black paladin #red paladin #red lion #voltron season 2 #pre kerberos mission #Voltron season 6 #teenage keith kogane #galaxy garrison #galra keith #voltron season 8

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snarky-magpie · 1 year

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You can read the whole fic on AO3.

Something stirs in the corner, a shade that barely takes form, and Shiro moves on him in a fluid lunge, muddled from sleep but wrapping the polymer of his mechanical fingers around the shadow’s throat on an instinct distilled in him through countless fights. He doesn’t crush the fragile breathing tube quivering under his grip but exerts just enough pressure to make it seem like he might. He doesn’t relish killing, but he won’t hesitate to squeeze the breath out of this stranger to save his life. They will not defeat him again. Not now, when he’s close to his goal he can taste it in the arid desert air. The shadow squirms and wheezes, voice thready, but it filters into Shiro’s confused brain and triggers an emotional response.

“Shi-Shiro. It’s Keith.”

Shiro’s hold slackens as a horrible understanding crashes into him.

Keith.

He’s almost injured Keith.

The one person who matters more than anything in this world, this universe, this reality. The bright light that has guided him home.

Shiro’s knees buckle, and he slumps down like a marionette with its strings cut. In an instant, Keith shifts and kneels next to him, putting a hesitant hand on Shiro’s flesh shoulder. He’s glad Keith’s not touching the prosthesis. Most days, he wants to rip the thing off and leave it in the dust, sickened by the artificial reminder of his captivity, but he knows that a soldier can’t afford to give up a fighting advantage, so he keeps the artificial arm and holds his disgust in check.

“Takashi, it’s me. You’re safe. Do you—do you remember me?” Keith’s voice breaks on the last question. He doesn’t sound like the cheeky cadet that loved teasing Shiro at all. Clearly, Shiro’s not the only one transformed by his year-long absence.

“Say something. Please.”

Shiro knows he should keep his hands off Keith, that he deserves better, not this broken half-monster he’s become in order to survive, but he’s pathetic and weak and desperate to touch, so he enfolds Keith in a hug and buries his head in the crook of Keith’s neck, inhaling the sweet smell of spicy chocolate. A rational fragment of his mind running in the background notices that Keith doesn’t resist and sinks into the embrace willingly. Tears of gratitude burn a path down his cheeks and fall into this lap with a splash louder than a clap of thunder.

“Takashi,” Keith whispers and brushes the dampness away. His hand is warm and soft and tender. No one has touched Shiro with tenderness in a year, and the gesture only unravels his loosely stitched soul further. The silence between them swells, unpleasant and ready to burst, until Shiro clears his throat once, twice, three times to spur his half-atrophied vocal cords into working.

“Keith.”

#sheith fanfic #sheith #garrison days #pre canon voltron #voltron fanfic #voltron hell #takashishirogane #shiro #vld keith #keithkogane #vld shiro #post-kerberos

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vldsideblog · 1 year

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Keith and Pidge are absolutely besties.

They are the ultimate introvert alliance, they are both autistic, they both like cryptids. Their older brothers are best friends. They are small but deadly. They can both Hotwire a car in under fifteen seconds. They watch old alien documentary’s together and laugh at the inaccuracies.

I love them

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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“…but, yeah, Keith. You very nearly came close to almost kinda beating me in a race! You’re a pretty good swimmer. I’m surprised you weren’t on the swim team.”

Keith looks at him strangely. “Lance, dude, the swim team at the fucken’ Garrison in Arizona? Sports mixed with military mixed with the South? On top of everyone being half-naked and embarrassed about it? Um, no. That’s a lot of homophobia and concentrated toxic masculinity in one spot. I would get hatecrimed immediately.” Keith tilts his head, squinting at Lance. “Weren’t you out at the Garrison, too? How did you not get hatecrimed?”

Hunk barks a loud and sudden laugh, and Lance grins. The rest of the team looks on with interest.

“Because Lance roasted them within an inch of their lives,” Hunk says, wiping a tear from his eyes. “Holy shit, I wish I’d been there.”

Pidge raises an eyebrow. “You roasted a group of teen boys so hard they gave up on being homophobic? That sounds unlikely.”

Lance rubs his hands together, smirking. “Okay, listen up, everyone. I present to you the time I was the baddest bitch I’ve ever been.”

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As excited as Lance had been to try out and make the swim team, the only emotion he was really feeling on that first morning practice was trepidation. (Which, for the record, is an annoying-ass thing to feel at four-thirty in the fucking morning. Why did he choose swimming, again? Why couldn’t he have chosen, like, the chess club, or something? Ugh. Past Lance could meet him in the fucking ring.)

His anxiety was not helped by the fact that he was the first and currently the only person in the changeroom. He scrolled through his e-mail, double-checking the message from the coach to see if he was here at the right time.

Yep. Practice starts at four forty-five. He’s getting ready at a reasonable time, which means the rest of the team should be here, which means their continued absence is freaking him out.

He starts to get ready regardless. He supposes the rest of the team’s presence doesn’t really matter, so long as he’s on time. He bends over to untie his shoes, rolling his eyes at his own oversight. Why the fuck did he wear his Chucks to swimming practice? He could be practical instead of gay, maybe for once in his life, but noooo. Heaven forbid he look like a straight person. Just as he’s pulling off his shoe, he hears a crowd of voices, laughing and teasing.

Aw, shit. They all know each other.

Lance forces himself to continue getting ready, not to look up. Look confident and unbothered and they’ll leave you alone. Probably.

All conversations cease as the rest of the swim team enters the changeroom and sees Lance. He can feel several sets of eyes staring at him, and he just barely holds himself back from squirming.

It’s fine, it’s fine, they just don’t want to tak around you, just get your stupid Speedo on and they’ll ignore you —

“Hey, it’s Lance, right?”

Shit.

Lance deliberately finishes pulling on his swimsuit before looking up. Not only does he need to seem bored and uninterested, but he is not talking to strangers with his dick out. Not happening.

“Yeah, I’m Lance.”

He intentionally does not ask for the guy’s name. He’s not 100% on the rules among Straight American Sports Dudes™, but he’s pretty sure acting excited and overeager is a great way to get pummelled. That’s what the movies say, anyway.

“I’m James.” James gestures to the guys gathered around him, about ten guys in total, who are all staring at him seemingly unblinkingly. Jesus. Is he about to get hazed or something?

“We just wanted to let you know that we know you’re, like, into dudes or whatever —”

Lance slowly reaches behind him, clutching his phone behind his back. His no-looking texting isn’t all that great, but if these guys are about to jump him, he can probably shoot off a message to Hunk that’s incoherent enough to worry him so he can come and possibly keep Lance from getting ‘prank’ drowned in the pool.

“— and we’re cool with it,” James continues. Lance almost sighs in relief, remembering at the last minute he doesn’t want to show any weakness in front of these people. “So long as you don’t stare at us while we’re changing, or we’ll have to beat you up, ha.”

There are several scattered laughs and jeers, the rest of the team clearly agreeing with James. Lance relaxes.

Oh, they want to play this game? Lance knows how to play this game. Lance is gonna fuckin’ smoke them at this game. He’s great at this game.

He flashes a sunny smile at them, making his voice as sweet as possible, as he continues pulling on his gear. “Oh, no problem,” he assures. “I won’t be looking at you guys. I mean,” he looks them all up and down, intentionally slowly, scoffing a little. “Come on. I don’t just look at any random guy. I only look at guys who are, like, at least a four. None of you need to worry. No one’s looking at you guys, ha.”

He barely holds back a smirk at the stunned silence, pulling his shirt over his chest.

“I have a girlfriend,” one guy protests. He’s taller than the others, standing right next to James.

Oooh, someone’s ego was just hit.

“We all do,” someone else confirms.

“And I admire their hustle!” Lance exclaims, doing his best to look reassuring. He is going to grind these shitheads down to nothing. “It’s definitely nice to know that you always look better in photographs. But personally, I’d only date an ugly guy if he was worth at least fifteen million dollars. I would never date someone as unfortunate-looking and broke as you guys, I don’t want to sink that low. You get it, I’m sure.”

He pulls on his swim cap and goggles, checking his watch. Four forty-two, perfect.

“Anyways, practice is about to start, so I’m gonna bounce,” he says, memorizing the identical looks of despair on each one of their faces. He wiggles his fingers over his shoulder, smirking at them. “See ya in there!”

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kusatta · 4 months

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" . . . well, don’t get too excited. you might pull something. " / @kyujosha + sam, ♡.

#✧ › ◜ keith. ◞ timeline / garrison | pre - kerberos.#q.#✧ › ◜ keith. ◞ ic.#kyujosha

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incorrect-sheith-quotes · 2 years

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Shiro: What a beautiful day! Isn’t it a beautiful day. I think it is.

Matt: Keith texted you good morning, didn’t he?

Shiro: With a heart emoji~

#sheith #shiro #matt #incorrect quotes #incorrect sheith quotes #incorrect voltron quotes #pre kerberos #source: tumblr

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sapper-axtual · 1 year

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seeing smutty pre-kerberos fanart in a main voltron tag is just a gross reminder that Shieth is pedophilic by nature and fans of it are either bending over backwards trying to get around that to varying degrees of success, don’t have the basic critical thinking skills to recognize it, or genuinely don’t care.

#I can handle the concept of some romantic attraction way late into the series #post time-whale #but PRE-KERBEROS #it's an insult to Shiro #Keith was a teenager- a CHILD. Shiro was in his mid-twenties #not even starting on the rank disparity between a lieutenant and a cadet

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