hobotown. population: keith.

[linipik]

Older Klance? older MARRIED klance (they are like 30ish and still in space)

Mashing up my favorite things: Lance being Allura’s diplomatic embassador (@worlds-shortest-astronaut) , and in a nice committed relationship between them.

[keithurhandsoff]

spacedadshirogane:

It was slightly painful to watch Keith’s expression shift so much within a short amount of time, there was embarrassment, regret, bitterness, sadness and even a hint of helplessness at how the situation had gotten out of hand, More than anything he looked so betrayed with himself, if that truly were a thing. Shiro couldn’t say for sure but there seemed to be a lot of inner conflict residing in the younger male.

The red paladin had laid his heart bare, there were no more hidden feelings, and it was obvious that the other did not understand what to do with all of the emotions that bubbled to the surface causing unwanted tears to render his amethyst hued eyes glassy, though Shiro couldn’t help but think that made them seem more jewel like. Deciding to shove that thought away, he faced the other as Keith finally looked him in the eye.

//And if I didn’t change my mind?//

Those words were almost like a challenge despite the soft tone, already he could tell the other was trying to steady himself for a rejection that would never come because finally he’d said it.

This time it was Shiro’s turn to feel overwhelmed as Keith’s sincere earnest words touched him in the deepest way. he’d always been fond of Keith, definitely more than what was professional but he’d masked it well over time, he’d always been good at projecting this composed facade even when he was inwardly falling apart and now it had formed a few cracks.

//Would you hold it against me?//

Then he’d called him by his real name, not his surname, or its abbreviation, there was something deeply personal in the way he’d said it, almost like a plea that had harpooned him through the heart and was not letting go.

Powerful arms immediately enveloped the shorter male pulling him close as he found himself pressing his face against the crook of the others neck, refusing to let go hoping this his actions would serve for his current inability to form an articulate sentence.

“Never..I’d never hold it against you.”

slowly he pulled away smiling before wiping the tears from Keith’s eyes with his galra tech hand.

“I was sort of hoping you wouldn’t have changed your mind.” He admitted, Keith had been honest with him, now it was his turn considering how much heartache he’d caused him after all this time.

His body went rigid when Shiro’s enveloped it. Keith tensed, every nerve screaming out when unexpected and overwhelming feeling. Then he reached out, arms encircling Shiro’s hips, back arching, pulling him ever closer. His head tilted to the side, willing Shiro’s closer to the warmth of his neck. He was crying. Though why, Keith couldn’t express. Shiro always brought out the worst in him, the fear, the weakness, the love. 

When Shiro pulled away, Keith marveled at him, eyes wide, confused, lips twisted in thought as to why such a man could ever want him. Eventually, his lips parted, he eyes softened, his cheeks flushed at the cold metal against them. The feeling was the most comforting in the world because it was undeniably the feeling of Shiro, changed as he was. They were both so different

And for a moment, Keith let himself believe it would be okay.

And the next, he was tugging Shiro towards him with all the force he could muster, wanting to absorb everything about that man he had refused to let himself love until now. His lips were pressed against his, his face, prickling with the roughness of Shiro’s jaw and his mouth widening and welcoming Shiro’s company. Keith’s teeth tugged at Shiro’s lip, a groan escaping him with the devouring kiss grew even deeper. He had never been one for subtlety. Both of their intensities mingled and grew into something all-consuming.  

He pulled back, breathless, flushed, overwhelmed. Keith stared at Shiro, at the pinkness he’d left on his lips, at the way he breathed in unison. His eyes narrowed and Keith smiled.

“I guess I beat you to it, huh?”

[tonightweklance-deactivated2023]

keith dressed as akihiko sanada from persona 3

[ftlosd]

You should draw Keith being tickled 😂

Bless you for this ask.

[keithurhandsoff]

continued from x | @ulxz

Whatever had possessed Keith to tuck otherworldly geranium’s into Ulaz’s hair was gone right after he had done it. He eased himself back down from tiptoe, putting his weight in his heels as his mentor had taught him not to do.

“Not a custom—“ He hesitated. What was it.

Keith sighed in an amalgam of relief and of frustration at himself, licked his lips, and tried to explain his actions.

“I found them.” He shrugged. “I thought it would look good I—“

Keith set his shoulders and craned his neck to look Ulaz in the eye.

“It makes you look regal.”

[lenomurasan-deactivated20191013]

Steampunk AU Sheith. Keith is a prosthetic technician and Shiro is a cop. I have a few more HCs I want to get out so I might draw more steampunk haha.

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[keithurhandsoff]

Me: That was impulsive. You probably shouldn't have done that.

Also me: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[thoughts-memories]

[keithurhandsoff]

constcllatcd:

                                                     「 STARTER ║ @keithurhandsoff 」

                      ━ Lance couldn’t decide whether to take his chances and DITCH KEITH, or ensure himself a snippet of survivability by admitting to Keith that they’d been the ones that were  d i t c h e d . It wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to say, “hey, we’re stuck here together because after that fight with the Galra fleet the castle took massive damage and we were too busy lolly-gagging to board it before it took off for repairs and yeah, we were warned, but we obviously didn’t think they’d ACTUALLY leave us on an alien planet we know nothing about, so-”

Yeah. Too wordy.

He instead approached him, slapped his shoulder, and said to him,                   ━ ❝ Keith. Buddy. My main man. We’ve been left here to die.”

The makeshift fire crackled with strange colours as Keith prodded it with the toe of his boot. For all planets to be stranded on, there were certainly worse options. This one had water, shelter, trees that bore a strange pulsating fruit, and Galran occupants. All the necessities of survival. And with the castle gone, with Blue missing, and with Red captured by those same Galra, the only things left to rely on were his knife and his cloying companion.

Keith’s shoulder tensed briefly under Lance’s touch. He shot him a glare through his periphery.

“Neither of us will die here,” Keith muttered, returning his attention to the fire. “We’ll find Blue, save Red, then save ourselves.” Simple really.

He shrugged, leaned back on his arms. “Dying does sound a lot easier, though.” 

[keithurhandsoff]

Aftermath

[keithurhandsoff]

spacedadshirogane:

They’d been walking for what seemed like an age, the shifting sands making it increasingly more difficult for him to walk forward as he tried to get Keith and himself to safety. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, a mixture of heat and sheer physical effort taking its toll on him as his breathing became more ragged and the pain from the wound seemed to tear though his body with each step…It was unbearable as he finally blacked out for a few moments taking Keith with him.

He wasn’t sure how long they’d been there like that as he regained consciousness to the sensation of the other dragging him through the sand . A tired yet worn smile crossed his lips he listened to Keith reassuring him though he was feeling to weak to reply as a fever had taken hold of his body. Had the wound gotten infected? Or was there some kind of magical druidic venom? It was hard to say, but he had no intention of dying here if he could help it.

He tried to step in time with the smaller male yet his legs failed him and were all but useless at this point as he was practically carried back to his lion.

“It’s not..that..bad…” He finally replied to the others question. “Takes more than that..to… finish me…off.” Of course this was all a lie- He knew it and no doubt Keith did too, there was something very wrong but how could he project his fears onto the other like that, all he had left to him was his wit and dry humour.

“Pretty colour..though…”

It was hard to tell if Keith was squinting at the blistering sunlight, at the pain shooting through his more than likely broken arm, or at the nonchalance of Shiro’s words. He grimaced and grunted as he shifted Shiro’s position to be a littler higher on his back. It was, of course, no use and Shiro’s legs continued to drag behind them.

“I won’t let it finish you off.” He muttered. Though in reality, there was little Keith could do to stop it.

He gave the wound another worried glare before pressing forward once again. “I’ll feel a lot better when it stops glowing like that.”

When at last Keith reached Black who was standing sentinel in the dust, he dropped to the ground, bringing Shiro with him. He panted, arching his back and digging his fingers in the earth, Slowly, he looked around, took in Shiro’s ramshackle shelter, and let out a shallow breath.

“Look’s like we’ll be okay here for a bit.” He nodded. Pushing himself to his feet and crouching by Shiro’s side. “Let me help you up.” He offered although Keith was unsure if he was truly capable of helping anyone.

“I don’t suppose you found water?”

[santeria]

i feel like Hunk is the type of person who would pull you closer unconsciously  if you were having a nightmare……… hm

anyway a heith birthday present for @jamthedingus !!! 

[jumpforjo]

@keithurhandsoff

[acrylicum]

[taillowswift]

Black holes.....the ultimate succ

[spacedadshirogane]

Practicing with watercolours. Used a botched Keith drawing as practice.

[softwaring]

[keithurhandsoff]

Theseus

[keithurhandsoff]

spacedadshirogane:

The atmosphere around the Castle of Lions had been tense since their brush with the Blades of Marmora, their leaders were on board so it was understandable for the others to be cautious, run ins with the Galra never went well. Then there was the Princess, though her reasons for being as cold as she had been were understandable what did bother him was her treatment of Keith….

Keith…. There was certainly a lot left unsaid between him and the red paladin so maybe he was looking at the situation to avoid getting to the crux of the matter, the one thing he actually cared about but had been too scared to confront. Each day passed and he felt that window of opportunity grow smaller. Or at least it felt that way.

He was the closest person Keith had, theirs was a bond that transcended friendship- So why had he hesitated. He should have been better than this! He’d seen Keith get battered and pretty much mentally tortured and all the while the one thing he’d wanted was to see him.

//Your friend desperately wants to see you//

That sentence hit hard during the trial and right now it echoed around his mind not letting up for a second as that poignant phrase with the strong lingering image of the red paladin broken and bruised reaching out for an effigy of the man he wanted to see.

/Dammit!/ Shiro hissed as he ran through what he wanted to say to the other, he wanted to apologise for not getting him out sooner, apologise for distancing himself because how on Earth was he going to be able to comfort him?

He’d been just about to slip out of bed to go see him when he was met with a familiar voice in the darkness, though the slight crack in his voice made his heart hurt and he knew that he had been part of the problem, or at least he’d not exactly helped.

“Of course…” He replied as evenly as he could trying to hide his own inner guilt as he slipped out from beneath the duvet to turn the lamp on.

Now the room was illuminated by the lamps dim glow Shiro sat on the edge of his bed, his white forelock sticking up at weird angles from where he’d been laying as he glanced over at Keith with a wry smile.

“It’s funny, i was about to come and say the same thing… .”

He stared down at his hands for a moment flexing his digits, both flesh and metal alike before finally looking the other in the eye, right now thought he was part Galra he still looked like Keith, the only difference was the sheer look of hurt on his face.

“I’m so sorry…. “

When the lamp came on, Keith blinked rapidly, adjusting to the harsh light; to the reality of what he was about to do. 

He approached Shiro on bare feet, nearly folded his legs and sank to the floor like something less. But Keith drew in a breath, filling his slumped chest, and dared to sit beside him; not touching but close enough to. 

His gaze followed Shiro’s down to the parts of him that weren’t quite human. It jarred upwards when Shiro’s rose to meet it; when Keith realized he’d been staring. For a moment, they both stared; unwavering, leaving everything left unsaid. For a moment, everything lingered in the dead air between them. 

“Don’t!” He growled when Shiro opened his mouth to pity him. 

He took another breath. It came out in a shudder. Keith crossed his feet at the ankles and blinked down at his bare toes. They looked alien to him. 

“I knew.” He looked up at the ceiling now. It looked as cold and barren as Keith felt. His voice of flat, matter-of-fact. He spoke as though he were commenting on the weather. “Or a part of me knew, at least.” 

That part. 

He tilted his head to the side, waited until at last Shiro met his glare. He didn’t hide his grimace, the quiver to his lip, the furrow to his brow. Keith had never been one to beat around the bush. He swallowed the bile and acid in the back of his mouth. 

“Do you hate me, Shiro. After all that?” 

[keithurhandsoff]

last straw

[keithurhandsoff]

rainveined:

      Lance’s eyes flicker over the screen as he works, intentionally sabotaging Keith’s score with his own fire. He had reasons, sure, for basically wiping the floor with Keith in this, his memory remembering the time he was knocked out of the way when he was clearly on it. Watching Keith get up from his station, he quirked a well groomed brow.

      “What’s a matter hotshot ? You’re too slow now ?” His Words are light, definitely calling back to the initial incident that put him in a foul one. He was bitter, he had that shot && Keith had intentionally knocked him off it when there were plenty of other targets. If mullet head had stayed in his lane, then he wouldn’t be taking it out on him now.

Keith scoffs; low and guttural in the back of his mouth, and folds his arms against his chest. He squeezes himself tightly. It’s all he can do to keep himself from leaping out and wrapping his fingers around Lance’s neck. Lance knows what he’s doing. 

He glares at Lance with an intensity that he wishes would seem indifferent. But in truth, traces of hurt linger just beneath his anger. 

“What do you have against me?” His voice cracks mid-question and Keith snaps bitterly in recompense. 

“We’re supposed to be a team.”