You taking prompts?? 👀 how about Keith, Krolia and Kolivan with numbers 5, 49 and/or 50??? 🤔😊
I like, really messed up an assignment and and am very very upset so was like hey distractions while I sulk. So here's actual writing! Thanks for the prompt, im so sorry its taken me like six years to write lol
Keith’s hands are full, one holding a cup of coffee and the other carrying a box of files hes supposed to give to Iverson and its the one day Kolivan finally manages to muster up the courage to ask him.
“Would it be alright if I courted your mother?”
He chokes, feeling like he inhaled one of his lungs. Its not a joke, there’s no way Kolivan could ever manage a joke and about something as serious as dating his mother. Said mother he only met about three years prior (six? Time was weird now). And god damn, he looked nervous and if there’s one thing Kolivan isn’t, it’s being fucking nervous.
He distinctly remembers Lance muttering something like this to him (“Hey, you think your mom is interested in my brother?” “I’ll actually castrate you.” “Nice, I’ll tell him maybe.”) and then Pidge asking about Kolivan very innocently and Keith had scoffed. No way. They were co-leaders, not love interests. (“That sounds very heterosexual of you.” Hunk had mumbled later and Pidge threw her shoe at him for it). Now he wanted to smack them all for the damn idea being true.
He must have been silent for too long because Kolivan nervously shuffles and says, “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything.”
And all he can say is, “Why are you asking me?”
This is a question Kolivan can answer as he straightens his back and smooths his face from nervousness. Keith isn’t amused.
“In Galra culture it’s respectful to approach the family first before courting for approval. Since you are her remaining family, I have to ask you.”
“That’s not my choice.” He blurts, he feels really uncomfortable and fumbles with the box before Kolivan’s hand reaches out and holds it steady. “Look, I don’t know Galra culture? And I’m not sure Mom went through that with, uh. With my dad. And I can’t decide for her. She’s my mother, not my, uh, fuck, what’s the word.” He stumbles, gesturing with his cup of coffee. “I’m not her guardian? Point is, ask her.”
And maybe he should rethink that. He never expected to see his mother again and he never expected to see one of his parents date someone else. He tries to remember if his father had ever tried to move on but he comes up blank. They spent a short time together but he knows his father had never given up on his mother.
Maybe it isn’t a stretch to think of Kolivan as a father (the others has always teased him that Kolivan had a soft spot for him. He’s starting to feel like theres truth in that).
Kolivan stares and nods, politely. “Thank you, Keith. I will take your advice.”
He leaves and Keith stares blankly as he hears someone come up behind him.
“Hey, you got the papers for Iverson? I forgot a few.” Shiro pauses, as if sensing something. “Uh, are you okay?”
Keith looks over his shoulder at Shiro, staring at him. Keith looks at his coffee. “I uh, I think Kolivan wants to kiss my mom.”
“Kiss?” Shiro blurts and theres a grin stretching on his face and Keith inwardly winces. Fuuuck. “Kiss? Keith, really? What are we, ten?”
Keith knocks him with his elbow, scowling as he glares at the ceiling. “I’m too sober for this.”
Shiro laughs, gently shoving him with his shoulder. “Tough luck, spitfire. We’re always too sober for this stuff. Now hop on it. Iverson wants those reports in ten minutes.”
Keith ends up with a heckler the rest of the way.
(And a big goof who obnoxiously leans to Lance when they’re in a meeting and whispers, “Lance, guess what? Keith wants to kiss me.” Lance is completely confused when Keith smacks him on the thigh.)
His mom finds him in the mess hall later, wasting no time in sitting down and taking his water bottle to take a swig. He’s busy going over reports with Allura and Kosmo who’s licking his fingers for the rations he’s sneaking him.
And, because his mom is just like him, she says, “You gave Kolivan permission to court me.”
He chokes on his spit as Allura’s eyebrows hike up. “I gave no one permission! I don’t decide things for you.”
His mom hums, leaned on the table and staring at him closely, as if trying to see if he’s lying. She seems to come to an answer as she nods. “You’re lucky you’re terrible at lying. I would have intervened on that relationship with Shiro. I gave no such permission for courting.”
Allura’s look and waggle of eyebrows had him flicking a piece of his meal at her. She knew full well they were past the courting phase at this point.
“We’re not Galra, mom. Oh my god.” He’s sure hes blushing as Allura laughs and takes the reports to pretend to read them. “That doesn’t matter! What did he even tell you?”
“Now that’s my business.” She said, matter-of-factly and he snorted.
“Uh, yeah. Sure. Try again, you interrogated me when Shiro touched my shoulder.”
“I did not interrogate you I just wanted to know if you allowed the physical affection.” She flushed, tipping the bottle to him with a narrowed gaze before she smirked. “But if you must know, I turned him down.”
He blinked, surprised. “Whoa, really-?”
“But I told him to ask me in a few Movements once I’ve grieved. I also need to make sure he understands you are part of the packaged deal.”
“I’m being a responsible mother, Keith. Heath always said to never take a man who was not fair to you. No matter how handsome-"
“Oh god, I need a drink.”
Allura’s laughter followed him out of the messhall
