#keith ships

[mcgriddle-meal]

Genuinely curious, as a klance shipper, what makes sheith or jaith or literally any other Keith ship appealing

[keithbutgay]

this is a really weird post but

so, we all know that Keith is shipped with literally everyone in the Voltron universe. (I personally will go down with klance, but no hate to anyone who ships anything else)

and this is just a random thought but like has anyone noticed that basically any Keith ship has the best name you've ever heard??

I just went through the shipping wiki and compiled a short list of the best sounding ones

Sheith

Kidge

Katt

Heith

Keitra (Keith x Catra. I'm just as surprised as you are)

Kolo

...I don't get it

[shiros-boyfriends-are-pretty]

Keith: I just want someone to take me outttt.

Lance: Like.... on a date or with a gun??

Keith: Surprise me.

[iloveiidatenya]

Someone: Oh!! Your wolf is so cute and smart. I think I can guess where he gets it from~

Keith’s clueless ass: Aw, Cosmo says thank you!

[mick-is-asleep]

You know what

I'm starting to get, SICK AND TIRED of the antis is the volton shipping fandom. No I'm not talking about the canon ages no.

I'm talking about people using their headcannon as ACTUAL CANON! Because look we don't really know the teams sexual orientation and all that stuff, but really guys MOST OF YOU I'M GUESSING ARE OVER 15 AND DON'T THE DIFFERENCE OVER CANON AND HEADCANNON?!

Look if you see idk see Pidge as a lesbian, cool! But we don't know for sure so don't go off telling people that they can't ship Pidge with any of the guys because you see her as a lesbian.

It's fine if you see some of the characters differently but come on. No one has confirm anything shipping wise so please stop telling people to not ship they're otp's because you think one is ace.

This is a kid show, calm the fuck down.

[shiros-boyfriends-are-pretty]

Shiro: Keith, you can't turn in this homework.

Keith: Why not?

Shiro: You responded to every question with 'Jesus'.

Keith: And?

Shiro: This is your calculus homework.

Keith: Jesus is always the answer.

Shiro: Last week you walked into math class quoting Neitzsche and announced that you had killed God.

Keith, walking out of the room: JESUS IS ALWAYS THE ANSWER!!

[shiros-boyfriends-are-pretty]

Are We Okay?

It had been about three days since Lance had walked out of the tiny two bedroom apartment on Leo Street.

Three days since Keith had started calling and texting nonstop, begging for him to come home.

Three days since he had eaten anything other than a snack size bag of cheetos and half a caramel macchiato he had felt too entirely guilty to finish.

Three days, and nothing from Shiro.

He'd fucked up. Bad this time, that much Lance knew. He'd known that he'd been staying out late, acting out, not communicating about how he felt about the situation. It was all just a huge mistake.

But in the moment, Lance felt angry, and abandoned, and didn't care.

Shiro and Keith shouldn't want him back. Not after he'd lied and said that he felt guilty about being in the relationship.

About being with them.

God, why was the truth so hard to articulate.

In reality, he was anything but.

Lance was the happiest he'd ever been, out in public holding hands with them, walking down the street with his boyfriends made his day.

Coming home to a warm apartment.

To love.

It'd been a while since he'd felt that.

Not since his family had asked him to leave.

So yeah, the news of Shiro leaving for a job halfway across the country, after two years of Lance finally letting someone in, finally trusting enough to love and be loved,

It hurt like hell.

The anger and drinking and avoiding it all had helped nothing, but he couldn't bear to have them slam the door in his face. Defeated, Lance trudged back to Pidge's apartment, slowly.

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As Lance crossed the threshhold into the living room, he found himself suddenly face to face with Keith.

He turned to walk right back out the door, but Keith all but pulled his arm out to get him back inside, on the couch, and attentive.

Keith looked at Lance, nearly crying, and finally broke the silence:

"Lance, you need to tell me what the fuck is actually going on"

As he fought back tears and kept the emotion from his face, Lance said,

"You heard me, I'm ashamed and I'm-"

"Bull. Fucking. Shit."

Keith appeared to be reaching the point of spilling over, punctuating each word with angry tears as he began to yell,

"Lance fucking McClain, if you are going to try and have me believe for one fucking second that in a matter of two weeks, two years of unconditional love became so unravelled to the point of no return that you preferred to stab both of your boyfriends in the heart through the back than to actually tell them what the fuck is going on. You stay out all night, drinking, come home wasted, begging for us not to leave you, while we're worried sick that you're gonna throw up and die, or that you won't make it home when you inevitably do it again. And in the morning, instead of trusting us enough to talk about what the fuck is going on, you spew this load of bullshit about not wanting us anymore??!?!"

Lance began fighting back tears himself, but Keith backed away rapidly, as if unable to look at him anymore, shook his head, and grabbed his jacket, turning back only to say,

"Come home when you're ready to be reasonable and talk."

With that, Keith left, and Lance broke down into sobs.

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The next morning found Lance knocking at the apartment door, absolutely trembling with fear and anxiety, waiting for Shiro to open the stupid, threatening door, go 'I don't have time for this, Lance' and shut it.

Excruciatingly painful, but quick, easy, like ripping off a bandaid that had been stuck down with tar and superglue and tearing off multiple layers of skin in the process.

Lance sighed heavily. He was not ready for this.

Shiro was leaving anyways, so heartbreak was already inevitable.

Why not accelerate the process?

Yet, to Lance's surprise, Shiro opened the door, paused for quite a while, but said nothing, instead choosing to move out of the way and hold the door wide open until Lance came inside.

He sat down on the couch as Shiro pulled up a chair and Keith stood behind him.

Awkward silence passed. Lance fidgeting with his beanie in his hands, picking at a seam on the logo as if he ha nothing better to do.

Ten seconds...

Thirty seconds...

A whole minute had passed, wasted, when Lance finally just burst out in exasperation, saying,

"What do you want me to say, huh?"

Shiro arched one eyebrow at this, and Keith's became furrowed, as both men became increasingly confused. Both the tremor in Lance's voice and the way he wouldn't just look at them had them dumbfounded beyond words.

"Do you want me to apologise? Grovel? Beg? Lie again and say I have totally processed the fact that you're leaving to go to fucking Germany for work? Tell you again that I'm okay with it all? Is that what you want to hear?!"

Keith and Shiro seemed shocked, but Lance continued on, tremor increasing and glistening tears sliding down his face

"You know, maybe if I wasn't so fucked up, I coulda been okay with it all. If I was sure that you wouldn't move on and forget me like every other fucking person in my life has, I might be okay with how you're moving halfway across the world, far as hell, for work, meaning you'll be busy as hell."

Too busy for me.

Lance began actively sobbing now.

"I mean *hic* what are the odds?! *hic*sniff* I finally get comfortable, I finally love *hic* and have something I can call my *hic* own, people I can say definitely *hic* love *hic* me and then *hic* you're *hic* just *hic*hic* just gonna *hic* leave?*hic*"

"Shhhhhh, I'm here"

Shiro had sat down on the couch now, wrapping Lance up tight in his arms and letting him cry. Keith came and hugged him from behind. Lance cried on, no longer trying to talk, just sobbing uncontrollably, clutching onto Shiro's shirt as if for dear life. Shiro began petting Lance's hair, holding him tighter and allowing him to calm down. As Lance's sobs became more an occasional sniffle, he began again,

"God, IamsosorryIcan't*sniff*believeIevenconsideredsaying*sniff*Iwas*sniff*ashamedhowcouldIbeashamedofthebestthingsthathaveever*sniff*happened*hic*tome, I'm*hic*sniff*ashamedofmyself*hic*"

Lance began crying harder again, so Shiro just held on, humming a soft melody while Keith reassured Lance that everything would be okay.

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After a full meal (Shiro and Keith were appalled to discover that Lance had barely eaten at all, the nervous wreck), quite a few long, sad kisses and I love yous, some clean clothes, more crying and hugging, a blanket, and a steaming cup of decaf tea, Lance and Keith and Shiro all stood on the small balcony, looking out at the bustling city in the middle of the day.

And in that moment, as he wrapped himself tighter in the blanket hanging on his thin frame, Lance thought,

'Maybe it really will be okay'

Before leaning into both Keith and Shiro next to him and letting the warmth bathe over him as he closed his eyes and rested.

[luminarysolace-blog]

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