#autistic!keith

[theklancecollection]

speech - lawlietslullaby

Word Count: 402

Summary: keith has never understood how in movies the characters will just know when to kiss 

Rating: G

[the-squirrel-queen]

I’m so excited to finally share my piece for the Klance Reverse Bang! 

My writer was @abnormpessimist  and they wrote an amazing fic to go with this piece called safe in your arms

[hoenursey]

it’s monday june fourth the sky is blue and keith kogane is gay and autistic

[amorremanet]

“But boys spring infernal”

Keith/Shiro (+ others*), Explicit (in chapter 20; Mature overall), 408k words (24 chapters), Punk/College/Modern AU

Four-and-a-half years ago, Keith lost the friend he was in love with, searched for any trace of Shiro, and found nothing. Resigned to never seeing him again, Keith honored a request that Shiro sent him: he tried to move on. He took a scholarship package and moved to Massachusetts. He tried to make himself a new life.

Now, Keith’s a broke, autistic history student at Kaltenecker University. He has trauma he doesn’t acknowledge, a depressive downswing that he’s ignoring, his Mom’s old knife, and a support network of about two people (his ex-girlfriend, Allura, and Kolivan, his academic advisor). His life’s a mess and his apartment’s a shit-hole, but at least they’re his.

Then, Keith yells at the punk band keeping him awake at four in the morning and the last thing that he expected drops into his life. Namely: Shiro, with long hair and new scars, but clean, sober, and away from his abusive ex. Worse, Shiro seems happy to have found Keith again.

This joy wouldn’t be bad if it made sense, but to Keith, it absolutely doesn’t. Shiro shouldn’t want Keith back in his life after what happened between them in Chicago, and there is definitely no way that Shiro ever loved Keith back — right?

It’s basically a love-letter to hurt/comfort dressed up as mutual pining Sheith.

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Additional Tags: Angst and Humor, Autistic Keith (Voltron), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Texting, Emotional Baggage, Mental Health Issues, Shiro (Voltron) Has PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified [Shiro’s], Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Mutual Pining, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Sobriety, Misunderstandings, Flashbacks, Panic Attacks, Idiots in Love, Past Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Drug Addiction, Relationship Negotiation, Love Confessions, Depressed Keith (Voltron), Anxiety Attacks, Keith (Voltron) Has PTSD - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Families of Choice, Mildly Dubious Consent (in the past; discussed in chapter 10), Chapter 20 is The Smut Chapter

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Additional Relationships: Hunk/Lance; Allura/Shay; Antok/Kolivan; past Sendak/Shiro; past Lotor/Shiro; past Allura/Keith; Kolivan “totally not” treating Keith like a son (except he’s totally treating Keith like a son); twin brother-feels with Shiro and Ryou/Kuron; Keith progressively making friends with Hunk, Pidge, Lance, and Shay; Lotor trying to get in Keith’s pants or at least rile him up; platonic Lance & Shiro — and there are more details over here because these are just the big ones.

Read it here on AO3

[sollilja]

Wow, what a wonderful day for an autistic Keith positivity post from a non-anti source

uwu

Anyways,

Autistic Keith is a wonderful Keith.

[hashtagloveloses]

hey uh after keith’s vlog can we all get on the Autistic!Keith train because i am SEEING it now

[ghostkartenwriter]

Let's not mention it ever again, it was way too embarrassing (Klance OS)

original French one is here & @moki-art made a super cool fanart here!!

Klance, 1 300+ words of fluff, autistic!Keith & ADHD!Lance, I guess it’s taking place somewhere in s1

Lance had followed his plan step by step: leaving his bed, going out of his room, walking in the corridors, not getting lost, knocking at Keith's door. But he was realizing, now that the door was opened, that he didn't plan this far and had no idea how to start.

The castle was silent for three hours, giving team Voltron the rest they needed after a long day of training. Though none of them was asleep yet – for different reasons. Keith, from his part, was enjoying the silence. Laying down on his bed, eyes fixed upon the ceiling, he was trying to focus on his breathing and clear out his mind. So far, it didn't work that well: he went too far in his thoughts resulting in him getting angry at everything, mostly at himself. He was just breathing calmly again, so he would have ended up falling asleep in few minutes. If it weren't for the knocks on his door which draw him out of this peaceful state.

The knocks were weak, almost hesitating, but it was enough to break the silence. Keith sighed. It likely wasn't an emergency, or the alarm would have rung. It likely wasn't important, or the knocks would have been louder. And if it wasn't an emergency, nor important, Keith would rather stay in his bed – and too bad for his curiosity. The knocks started again, harsher this time. Keith frowned. He thought the whole team was asleep for a long time, and he couldn't figure why he would be needed in the middle of their fake night – let's be honest, it likely was a trap. Logic told him to not move, but he get up anyway. He opened the door and fixed his guest, stunned, until the latter finally spoke.

“Hey, said Lance quietly.

Hey, answered Keith on the same tone.”

He was waiting for the rest; Lance didn't continue. Keith wondered if he knew this social rule – so elementary even him figured it out – which said that when we were visiting someone, we quickly explained why. Probably not, as Lance still didn't add anything. Unless Keith misunderstood the rule, even completely invented it – after all, it already happened. Maybe it was his turn to speak – but in this case, he didn't know what he was supposed to say. Keith could feel his heart slowly panicking and he had to analyse the situation three times before being certain that it was Lance which had to talk. Lance was the one who showed up uninvited, the one who greeted him, the one to which he just answered. It was Lance's turn to talk. Though he stayed there, without moving, fixing Keith, as if he suddenly forgot why he was here in the first place.

He did, indeed. Lance felt lost. Until now, it had been easy. He had followed his plan step by step: leaving his bed, going out of his room, walking in the corridors, not getting lost, knocking at Keith's door. He succeeded easily. But he was realizing, now that the door was opened, that he didn't plan this far and had no idea how to start.

“Lance?”

Like a reflex, Lance answered right away. He stammered, cleared his throat and then, as to make up for the long silence, he talked a lot, very fast.

“So the things is, three weeks ago I was looking for something because Coran told me about lion's slippers so I was looking for it and while looking I found some wool. (Lance took his first break, too short for Keith to get all the informations he just unleashed.) Well, I'm not sure it's actually wool as it's really softer and-”

And Lance explained at length the differences between what he found and the wool, the real one, the one he had on Earth. But it wasn't all, he also explained that when he found it, he had an idea, and momentarily forgot about the slippers while he looked for needles, or at least something to use as needles. He precised that he already noticed something similar in the kitchen, and indeed, it worked well. Then he told that he started knitting without really thinking of it, by habit. Each time they got a bit of free time, knitting would take his mind off things. And he added other details that Keith struggled to understand as Lance talked too fast – moreover his attention left him twice during the monologue.

“.. at first I thought of Allura but actually after-

-So?” Keith cut off finally.

Lance immediately shut up, and seemed confused for few seconds.

“Ah! Yes sorry! So I told myself: “Lance, to who the red would suit better, and whose style would need some improvement?” and I answered myself: “Lance, obviously, it's Keith!”

To go along with his words, Lance didn't stop himself from winking, which Keith could have accepted if he only did that. As he could have tolerated, alone, the finger guns pointed on him. But Lance did both at the same time, which was ridiculous and made no sense.

“So, Lance repeated lowering his head toward his pocket and starting to take wool out of it, I came to bring it to you.”

Keith stayed silent. It was clear that it was his turn to talk, but he stayed speechless. He was fascinated by the red fabric that Lance was still pulling away from his jacket, like in a magic trick – and Keith believed it would never stopped. It looked so soft, so smooth. He felt like burying his hand in it and left it there forever. Then Lance's last words came back to his mind.

“Wait, what?

-It's.. hm... for you.”

Lance had finally pulled away all the length of the red piece, and was handing it to him. Keith lower his eyes toward the scarf, then to Lance, then the scarf, then Lance.

“It took you three weeks to make that?

-It's a very long scarf, countered Lance. And in the meantime, I had to defend the universe.

-You defended the universe.

-Exactly.”

Lance frowned; Keith mimicked him. Lance could have expected the attacs, but once again: he didn't think post-knocking-on-the-door. Keith didn't even answer. Worst, for a while, Lance thought he would roll his eyes. But he didn't: he stayed still, arms crossed, fixing him as if he was waiting for something. Silence came back, heavy and unbearable, before Lance remembered why he was here.

“Yeh, so, hm..”

He lingered over another “hmm” before giving up on talking. For lack of words and for lack of responses from his interlocutor, Lance got closer from half a step and put the scarf on Keith's neck. The latter didn't move, didn't even say anything about Lance's blushing – knowing that he had the same on his own cheeks.

“Like that, said Lance taking an end of the scarf, maybe you'll be less cold*.”

Keith wasn't sure it worked like that, but he let go.

“And like that, continued Lance while wrapping the scarf around his neck for the third time, maybe you'll stop crossing your arms.”

Keith didn't cross his arms because he was cold, but he didn't contredict him. On the contrary, he nodded and layed his arms down – which was a coincidence, obviously.

Lance stepped away and let his eyes slide on Keith. “It makes you cooler,” he concluded.

Keith was still silent, quite flustered. Lance understood – he was too. He stepped backwards again, hesitating, before turning back and disappearing in the corridor – not without attacking Keith one last time with his finger guns.

So Keith closed the door and met his reflection right when he turned his head. The fabric really was softer than average wool. It was just touching his neck enough to be pleasing, and didn't attacked his skin; it was warm without having to be a tight turtleneck. And, indeed, he looked cooler. Though it was messy. Lance had roughly wrapped the scarf, so that the turns were inconsistent – one too loose, the other not enough. He will have to take it off in order to fix it. But he wasn't sure he would ever want to take it off.

*it's a pun which is better in French. So yes, Lance is using “be cold” as in “be distant”. It's clearer in French bc it's not the same effing verb. I didn't find any other way to word that bc English hates me, pls enjoy the pun anyway.

[amorremanet]

for the shipping meme: keith/shiro!

“who does which thing” shipping meme because why the hey not!

*takes this as a free excuse to babble about the Tall, Smart, Good-Looking Fic because…… uh, I wanted to?*

falls asleep on the couch: Shiro. Technically, they both do, but Shiro is more likely to fall asleep on the couch while Keith can and will nod off just about everywhere, as long as he gets to sleep. (That said: in ch. 10, Keith is literally sleeping on a couch where he knows campus security probably won’t get on his case about how he doesn’t live in this dormitory, and his rationale is, “What? At least I’m not taking a nap in a stranger’s car”)

makes friends with the neighbors: …Yes, but for very different reasons. Shiro, like, genuinely tries to make friends with the neighbors, so he can totally tell you about how Mrs. Johnson, the old widow down the hall from Matt and Pidge, is doing and will totally help her with her groceries because he enjoys helping people, and he can tell you how the cute lesbian triad across the hall from him, Lance, and Hunk are super-sweet and Emma makes these really intricate sculptures out of bottle caps, and so on because Shiro likes people and getting to know them.

Keith, otoh, bonded with Rolo and Nyma because the building that they live in sucks and all three of them have been through Some Bad Shit and they have a mutual enemy in Morvok: The Worst And Most Useless Landlord Literally Ever. Keith is also not aware that Rolo and Nyma consider him a friend, but Keith doesn’t think that most people consider him a friend, so.

is the adventurous eater: Keith. It can be hard to notice, because Shiro does have a pretty expansive and inclusive palate while Keith has a list of things that he Knows He Likes and prefers to stick to it (and it is also a decently-sized list, but fact is, Keith does have things that he thinks of as His Orders because he almost always gets them)…… but Keith is also more willing to say, “Fuck it, I’m hungry” and eat whatever’s there to eat at any given moment (because…… well, fuck it, he’s hungry).

Shiro, meanwhile, tends to have more finicky tastes, things that he likes some days but doesn’t feel up to eating other days, and while his list of Things That He Generally Feels Okay With does have a bit more “adventurous” options on it (depending on how you define the term, “adventurous”), there are days when he just…… doesn’t want to venture outside the comfort zone. Because on those days, it’s a choice between going outside his comfort zone and actually eating, and he’d rather eat right and not risk setting his recovery back.

hogs the covers at night: lmao Shiro. Okay, bless his heart, he tries not to…… but he still does it. He likes feeling secure in his blanket burrito (or with somebody snuggled up to his chest, which is about the only way to make him share).

forgets to do the dishes: also Shiro. Keith doesn’t really have that many dishes, so he doesn’t have the choice to forget to do them unless he wants to eat with his hands or drink milk straight out of the bottle (which he sometimes does, but he tries to limit that behavior to finals week).

As for Shiro, though? Like, okay cool, honey, you can say all you want about the weird shit that happens when Lance spaces out and forgets to take his Adderall…… but you don’t even have ADHD and you forget to do the dishes (almost) all the time.

One time, he tried to claim, “But I’m on kitchen probation again! :D” to get out of it. In response, Hunk paused making his own lunch to come put slices of bread on both sides of Shiro’s face and make him do the, “What are you?” “An idiot sandwich…” bit. (And then Hunk felt bad, hugged Shiro, and clarified that he’s not an idiot but, “kitchen probation” doesn’t include doing your damn dishes, okay.)

tries to surprise their partner more often: Shiro. Historically, it has not always worked out so well. It is, however, going to work out VERY well in about three or four chapters but ssh, I didn’t say anything. Also, possibly in about a chapter-and-a-half (between, “dinner with Allura and Shay for Keith and Allura’s birthday” and, “Shiro is stuck babysitting Slav for Ryou, and Keith has to come bring him lunch so he won’t burn down his poor brother’s kitchen”), but I’m still on the fence about that idea.

leaves dirty laundry on the floor: Both of them do it, but Shiro is guiltier of it. But that’s partly on the fact that he has more space to leave his dirty laundry than Keith does.

Seriously, his biggest reason not to leave his laundry on the floor is that he and Lance have more than once gotten their clothes mixed up and Shiro didn’t notice until he put on a shirt that he couldn’t immediately assign to one of them (like, a random Green Day tank top, as opposed to Lance’s SuperBat and “Free Kesha” crop-tops, or Shiro’s collection of Vonnegut t-shirts and “The Church of St. George [Michael]” shirt), and didn’t really think about the relative sizes because some of his shirts run small while some of Lance’s run bigger, and this was Other Than A Good.

stays up til 2 AM reading: Keith. Shiro used to do it, too, but part of that whole, “trying to work on his problems, going to therapy regularly, trying to get to a better place re: mental and emotional health” thing has been working on making himself stick to a bedtime (with a bit of wiggle room on nights when the band has a show, or when they forget to keep track of time and practice until four in the freaking morning).

Granted, this is a Work In Progress even without the part where he and the band are too punk rock for linear conceptions of time. Occasionally, Shiro needs either Lance to make a sad puppy-eyes guilt-trip face or Hunk to come glare at him in quiet disappointment until he feels bad about rereading Good Omens for the umpteenth time at 2:30 AM when he knows he has work and a session with Ulaz tomorrow.

sings in the shower: Shiro more often than Keith, but Keith has gotten busted singing in the shower before (by Allura, Rolo, Nyma, Shiro, their old roomie Mark, Coran, and multiple foster siblings).

takes the selfies: Well, Shiro is the one who takes the selfies with both of them because he has longer arms, but they’re both happy to trade solo selfies

plans date night: ………ahahaha, that’s a really funny joke. These two. Planning. Seriously, the closest you get is that both of them do that thing where they come up with a bunch of scenarios that might happen and all the ways that everything could possibly go wrong, and they get overly prepared for things that never come to pass, then have to improvise when things go other than how they expected