#this is canon but lance curls in on himself when he laughs and keith throws his head back

[justaz]

shiro definitely laughs like chris evans. just falling out of his seat, full chest guffaws that eventually turn into silent wheezes

[divine-draws]

Anonymous said to greyvolpe:

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“Waking Up.”

There wasn’t a whole lot of days when they got to wake up gradually. It was either blaring alarms, someone’s voice calling over the intercoms (sometimes just an exhausted sounding Pidge calling them to get their asses out of bed.. Sometimes it was Allura’s clipped voice calling them out for drills for the second time, honestly what is taking you two so long. Do not make me come and get you personally) or it was just that one of them was up and didn’t give the other too much time to have a lazy morning in bed.

This day though? None of that applied. Of course Keith stirred around the time he typically woke up for his morning routine, a quick run often with Shiro before a shower and then breakfast, though today he didn’t push the sheets off enough to get out of bed. He remained curled up around Lance, nose pressed to the buzzed hair on the back of his neck. Keith kept his eyes closed as he shifted some, arm snaking more around Lance’s waist, pulling his husband just a tad closer to himself. There was a soft murmur from Lance though nothing else. Keith smiled softly, pressing his lips lightly to the back of Lance’s neck for a fleeting moment.

It was nice to have a morning like this. The team was split for various reasons, Lance and Hunk off on a diplomatic mission on Foblara and Keith heading off to deal with some planning with the Blade. Keith had been back to the castle rather quickly, only pausing in his tasks to make a quick run for some items Lance was running low on. It was a simple meeting with the Blade, but one that had to be done back on one of their bases less prying eyes and prying ears grow partial to the words exchanged. Lance and Hunk took longer. The simple diplomatic mission, that was honestly a breeze for the two charismatic men, went awry. No Galra though there was an assassination attempt. Despite the work they’ve done, they hadn’t won the heart of all in the Universe just yet. Hunk was to head back with Allura soon, but Lance was in the pod for a few varga and they had no plans of sending him back just yet. With that mess relatively taken care of, Keith was more than happy to hold Lance close for now.

Keith was pulled from his thoughts as Lance stirred a bit. Keith let go of him some so that Lance could roll over onto his back, eyes still shut and face mask flaking off a bit. Keith shifted to sit up some, getting a proper look at Lance. A strand of hair fell into his eyes and, in a smooth motion, Lance cracked his eyes open and brushed the strand back.

“Morning, Samurai,” Lance mumbled. His hand lingered, gently brushing along Keith’s cheek.

“Mornin’, Love,” Keith drawled with a gentle hum. “Sleep well?”

“Mhmmmn.. Better than I do in that shitty pod.” Lance grumbled out the last bit and for added effect dropped his hand down to rub his own neck.

“Maybe if you stopped throwing yourself at people you wouldn’t wind up in the pod so often,” Keith teased lightly. While Lance’s selflessness has saved their asses more than once and was something that Keith absolutely loved about Lance, it also was a site for concern.

“Well maaaybe you should tell people to stop shooting at us,” Lance said, voice dripping with snark. His tongue poked out at Keith. “I wouldn’t have to save your asses either if you maybe watched out more.” He snuggled a bit more into the blankets before going to scratch at his chin. He paused, fingertips brushing the dry face mask.

“Might wanna wash that off..” Keith idly commented, moving to lay back down. He lazily reached out to their nightstand to grab his holopad. The screen came to life and a picture of the team came up, Lance was holding the camera, face a bit too close and at the edge of the picture. His hand led back to clasp with Keith’s who was pulled into a tight embrace by Hunk. On the other side of Hunk, Pidge was grinning but also clearly trying to worm her way out, (She had complained about her long hair getting pulled during the hug and Hunk apologized profusely despite her insistence that “no really it’s fine!”) Allura had an arm partially thrown around them and Shiro and Coran were squeezed into the frame. Keith smiled softly at the photo and with a flick of the wrist, it was dismissed as the reports and agendas came up. His eyes flickered over to Lance as he sluggishly pulled himself out of bed.

“We don’t have much to do today.. Want to go out or stay in today..?” Keith called out as Lance disappeared into the adjoining bathroom.

“Go out!” There was the sound of a few bottles being knocked over, the tap running and a beat of silence before Lance slid out. Keith chuckled with an amused look.

“Baby, I’m taking you out on an amazing date today,” he purred, striking a bit of a pose and lidding his eyes some. Keith couldn’t help but laugh.

“Alright, Loverboy, try beating the date I took you on last time.” Lance grinned.

“You’re on.”

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Keith (VLD) for the headcanon meme?

For this headcanon meme!

A: what I think realistically

Listen, I see and appreciate the hell out of the generalheadcanon that Lance has ADHD, but I propose ADHD Keith?  Like, hear meout here.  Fixated on aliens for his whole life, hyperfocused when he’sflying (pros in battle: very hard to shake him up; cons in battle: he doesn’talways react emotionally when or how he’s supposed to, which can be rough onthe others during a merge), prickly around most people but also v e r y attached to His People, and that specific combinationof “intense emotions that can burst out at unpredictable times”and “extremely controlled emotions when under pressure” tbh all of it justkind of reads ADHD to me.  Possibly because I myself have ADHD and ambasically just likethis terrible sword boy.  Especially the look on his face after he dumps amassive amount of information about his aliens theory at the start of the firstepisode–it just screams ‘fuckfuck fuck someone please shut me up I can’t stop talking and I can feel you getting annoyed with me’ which, like, same.

Unrelatedly, I feel like Keith knows how to pickpocket peopleand hotwire most vehicles.  He knows how to knife fight and he lives in ashack with no apparent form of income, and he definitely stole that hoverbikein the first episode.  He has some Weird Life Skills.  At some pointI expect this to become pertinent in the show with Keith boosting a spaceship.

B: what I think is fuckinghilarious

Keithscores a solid C in Emotions generally, but more specifically he just fucking sucks at noticing when someone’s interested in him.  Like,in terms of friendship and romance and/or sex, he just won’t notice.  Heand Shiro were hanging out on the regular in their big brother/little brotherrelationship for solidly eight months before Keith looked up from a book andwent “Wait, we’re friends” and Shiro was like “…yes?”

This is pertinent becauseLance, within Not Too Long, realizes that he’s actually pretty into Keith (he’s horrified, they are rivals, he can’t have a crush on Keith).  Once Hunk and Pidge–mostly Hunk, because Lance burstinto the kitchen yelling ‘SOS’ and once they got him to explain, Pidgelaughed so hard they gave themself a black eye on a table corner–talk Lancedown off the ceiling, he spends a while waiting for his feelings to go away andthen goes back to hitting on Keith casually at every opportunity, but WithIntent this time.  Keith, on the other hand, spends months being confused and distressed about the unidentifiablephysical sensations that being around Lance causes and that all translates straight into Prickly Mode.  Two conversations that happenwithin days of each other are:

> Lance telling Hunk,entirely depressed, that he just really thinks Keith hates him?  Like,clearly he has no shot there.  And Hunk is a good friend and they lie onthe floor while he listens to Lance go on at length about Keith.

> Shiro sitting Keith downand asking what’s wrong and listening to Keith’s mildly panicky outburst abouthow he DOES NOT UNDERSTAND what’s going on with him and he feels bad forlashing out at Lance but he can’t??? Stop???  And Shiro is justlike “Oh my god Keith you’re into him, you’re fucking into him and peopleon the other side of the star system know he’s into you, just fucking kiss himand see what happens.”

No one is more confused thanLance when Keith corners him alone and goes “I’m going to try somethingand if it’s a disaster blame Shiro” and walks up to Lance like he’s a wildanimal and just.  Fucking plants one on him.

Anyway, thesisstatement: Keith is a failure, and Lance is a disaster, and Shiro and Hunkdeserve plaques, and Pidge gets nothing because they believe that getting frontrow seats to this mess is it’s own reward. 

C: what is heart-crushing andawful but fun to inflict on friends

Keithhas always wanted answers about the mysteries of the world, but not like this. He has never been so bone-deep sickened as he is when he’s told that he’snot human, he’s Galra,he’s one of the monsters fighting to put the universe under a boot heel. On that shuttle trip back to the Castle, Keith locks himself in thebathroom and sits on the floor until he feels like he can open his mouthwithout hyperventilating or vomiting or both, and Shiro has to coax him out.

“Come on, Keith,” Shiromurmurs, once he’s gotten Keith to unlock the door.  He wraps his fleshand blood arm around Keith’s shoulders as a support, and Keith dimly thinksabout how Shiro tries to touch them with the Galra arm as rarely as possible. He gets it, now.  “Come on, Keith, let’s go.  We should be atthe Castle soon, it’ll be okay.”

“No, I–no, I can’t,” Keithsays, digging in his heels.  Shiro is easily strong enough to move him byforce, but he doesn’t, lets Keith press back against the wall again and makes asoothing sound under his breath.  “I can’t,” he says again.

“It’s okay, Keith,” Shirosays, and his voice is low and soft and calm, soothing even though Keithdoesn’t care to be soothed right now.  Something clutches hard in Keith’schest, and he hears a ragged keening sound as if down a long hallway, and ittakes him a moment to realize that it’s him.  “The others will understand.”

“I–they’ll be so angry,” Keithsays blankly, clutching weakly at Shiro’s vest.  “They’ll be right to be angry.”  His stomach lurchesand he might throw up if he had anything left.  “Allura will never speakto me again.”  He can see the look on her face already, the grief anddisgust and rage that twist over her face every time they face the Galra, andhe can’t see it directed at him, he can’t.

“They won’t be angry. The princess will understand that you didn’t know, and you’re a part ofthe team.”  Shiro gives his shoulders a squeeze.  “Come on, everyoneunderstood about me,” he says, clearly trying to be encouraging.  “Andyou’ve met the Blade, they’re good people.  Our allies.”

Keith can feel tears burningbehind his eyes and clenches his teeth against them.

It takes Shiro another twentyminutes to talk Keith out into the body of the shuttle, and another ten to gethim to walk out into the Castle dock.

D:  what would neverwork with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway

Keith finds Allura a few hours after his heritage comes tolight.  She’s standing alone on the bridge, her hands folded behind her atparade rest, and Keith finds her by accident on his quest to find somewhere tostand alone himself.

“Hello, Keith,” she sayscoolly as he stops dead in the doorway, apparently identifying him withoutlooking away from the starscape.

“Um,” he says, wishing thathe could curl up and die instead of having this horribly awkward interaction. It takes a few tires before he can force another sentence through histhroat. “I can leave, I’m sorry.”

“The Castle is your home aswell,” she says, turning halfway to present her profile.  “Do as you like.”

Keith hovers in the doorway,frozen between the impulse to beg her to forgive him–please, please, he’ssorry, he didn’t know–andthe impulse to run and never come back.  Allura doesn’t say anything, andthe silence is tense and uncomfortable and he hates everything about it. He’s kept his gloves on all night, because whenever he looks down he seeshimself scratching at his arms like he’s trying to peel his blood vessels outof his body and Shiro had quietly recommended that he keep the gloves on sothat he doesn’t hurt himself.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts again. “I’m so sorry.  I didn’t know, that–I didn’t know.  We don’thave to, um.”

“Discuss it?”  Alluraturns her back on him again, but this time her shoulders curve as if she wantsto curl up on the floor too, maybe.  As if she wishes she wasn’t the lastof her kind–wiped out by his.  God, Keith is a monster.  “It is notyour fault, Keith,” she says, stiff and clipped, as if she’s trying to convinceherself.  “And the Red Lion chose you.  We are in a brief pausebetween battles and we do not have time to have elaborate conversations aboutthe finer points of the Galra, so.  I trust that you will not turn on us. Everything else can wait.”

“Right,” Keith whispers. The words should be reassuring.  He feels more like he’s beenstabbed in the gut.  “That’s good.”

After Shiro disappears, hefinds her on the bridge again, in almost exactly the same place.

“We must get him back,” shesays lowly.  

“I know,” Keith says. “We will.”

“Keith,” Allura says, andthis time when she half-turns to him, she beckons minutely, and he hesitantlysteps up beside her.  “I’m sorry, for the way I’ve treated you,” shewhispers, looking away from him toward the stars.  “You did nothing todeserve it.”

“I feel like I did,” Keithmutters.

“You had no hand in whathappened to Altea,” she says.  “It may take me time to let go of my anger,but.”  She sets her shoulders, looking over at him, and offers a tinysmile–the most genuine smile she’s directed at him since they found out. “If you bring Shiro back to us–back to me–that will go far.”

Keith stares for amoment, then allows a tiny smile of his own, and nods.