#keith-centric

[lesbianklance]

hi hello new chapter on my vld drabbles: keith angst:)

i got you buddy by lesbianklance Chapter 3: keith centric - s6 how keith meeting his mum really should have gone down

[shiros-boyfriends-are-pretty]

"This is the seventh time this week..."

Keith tried not sounding so disappointed, but Lance had been cancelling plans left and right all month, and he was approaching his wits end.

"He's a busy person, I'm sure he wants to be here just as much as we want him here," Hunk tried to reason. And it was true, what with Lance's new job, he was boud to be busy. It had been his dream to finally become a consultant for Altea, his favourite clothing brand.

But it still stung that wherever Keith turned, Lance was not.

Not for lack of trying either. He had been inviting Lance to hang out left and right, but everytime the answer was no.

"Whatever."

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"Are you actually kidding me?? What do you mean he volunteered for an extra shift???"

"I don't know man but he's not gonna be here tonight."

"He told me he'd be there..."

The feeling that began to grow in Keith started from the bottom of his lungs and seemed to turn everything above into a hardened shell.

"Fine."

A beat passed. Then another. Then another.

"But I think I'm done."

[nyctolovian]

Ch2: 5 times Keith is told to change (and 1 time he knows he doesn’t have to)

A/N: Lowkey trying this posting format because I wanna try smth new. But also cos I don’t think i’ll have the time to touch my com anytime soon so mobile will just have to do. ANYWAY, enjoy part 2 of this fic!

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“Alright,” Mrs Hooper announced. “We have a special talk today! Everyone, head over to the hall.”

The clatter of chairs being pushed back and the chatter of excitement, which came with any disruption to their boring lesson routine, was aggravating to Keith’s ears. With a groan, he got off his seat and trailed after the class as they headed towards the corridor to line up in twos.

‘Special talk’, they said. Most likely going to be the local police officer coming to tell them not to shoplift or do drugs or something idiotic like that. The boring stuff. Keith yawned.

As the class walked towards the school hall, Keith slipped out of the two neat files. Used to this by now, no one cared that he was leaving. All except for one person.

“Mrs Hooper! Keith’s trying to leave again!” James yelled.

Keith shot him a look but James just glared back.

Mrs Hooper sighed and said, “Keith, where are you going?”

“To the toilet,” he replied curtly.

“You cannot just walk off like that,” she chided for the nth time. “You need to inform the teacher of where you’re going. We won’t want anyone going missing without us knowing, right?”

He rolled his eyes. “Then, may I go to the toilet?” he asked, without turning to acknowledge her.

He could hear the teacher’s short exasperated hesitance. Then, like every other person who had given up, she said, “Yes, you may. The rest of you follow me.” She turned towards the front again.

However, just as Keith sauntered off, he heard James mutter, “Seriously, stop acting like some emo kid just because your parents died.”

Rage surged through Keith as he whipped around to glare at him. Sensing a fight, the class stopped and watched while Mrs Hooper obliviously continued forward.

“What? Am I wrong?” James taunted, raising his chin. “Grow up, Keith. No one’s going to listen to your little tantrums anymore.”

Keith’s grip tightened. “I don’t have time for you,” he bit out.

If it were any other day, Keith would have raised his fists within a split second. Every word was a spit in the face. He knew that. But today, he was too damn tired to deal with James and his taunts.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets and stalked off. His lips were pursed as his heart pumped with vigor and he kicked several dustbins down on his way to the toilet.

As soon as he was in a cubicle, he slammed the door shut. He dragged his hands through his hair and gripped it so tight the roots of his hair pulled his scalp painfully.

It wasn’t like Keith wanted to be angry. He didn’t like getting angry either.

He knew how he would lose his temper every time. Of course, he did. He was the one who saw himself descend into fury time and time again. It was a pitfall trap designated for Keith and he fell into it every single time without fail.

Before he knew it, fights became almost a daily thing for Keith, and so had getting into trouble. Especially after Pop’s death. The number of times he came back to the orphanage with bloody fists and bruised up face would frighten his father. Not that anyone in the orphanage cared. Even if he was bleeding onto his shirt or limping. Not unless they received a letter of complaint.

Then, suddenly getting into a fight was a big deal. “We cannot have one of our kids starting fights,” they’d say, even when it wasn’t Keith who had started it, as if bullies in the neighbourhood never labelled orphans as he local punching bags.

Even his dad had warned him so many times not to get angry. “I know how easy it is to get angry but you need to control your anger, Keith. Don’t let it control you,” he said all the time. “I used to be hot-headed like you. But I learned to control my temper, and so can you.”

But it’s just so difficult. His head would just heat up and boil like a kettle of water. If he knew how to turn off the fire, he would. Really.

He’s tried and he’s tried but he failed each and every time.

And, honestly? Sometimes, it felt as though getting angry was the only way for people to hear him now. No one else cares about the orphan. No one cared if the orphan was breaking. Not unless the orphan was breaking someone else’s nose. Someone else with a parent who would care.

Keith kicked the walls of the cubicle and slumped to a squat. He let out a groan and dragged a hand over his face.

Today was Pop’s birthday.

Supposedly, he would go home to find him cooking steak, a family favourite and must have on his birthday. Supposedly, they’d sing Happy Birthday with the steak on the table because they were weird like that. And supposedly, he’d get to just have a nice relaxing dinner with him.

But he’s dead now.

Today, Keith knew what was going to happen. He’d go out of the cubicle as soon as the dismissal bell rings singe the teachers would never bother to find him. He’d pack his bags and head back to the orphanage, where he may get a complaint for being the annoying troublesome kid he was. He would complete just enough homework not to get into too much trouble. If the day could get any worse, he’d somehow get into a fight with another kid again. Then, he’d get sent to bed. While the other kids might chatter amongst themselves, he’d be fast asleep and hopefully sleep till morning without any disturbances.

It’d be just like any old day

But it wasn’t just any old day. It was the first birthday that he couldn’t celebrate with his father, and it hurt to know that it wouldn’t seem any different even when it felt like the worst day of his life, with the exception of the day he went home to the news of his father’s death.

He folded his arms over his knees and pressed his face into the crook of his arms.

I’m too damn tired today was his excuse as he felt the tears choke him up, yet refuse to fall.

[rjdg-fanatic]

“The Drop-out”

Summary: Set during season 3, Keith proposes another impulsive plan, Lance questions if it is best to follow the lead of a “drop-out.” A story where one learns how impactful “silly nicknames” can be. (I’m not sorry for the angst… it’s how I live)

Aka: The first part to a fanfic I’ll probably never write, so if you guys want to use this as a prompt or whatever feel free to pm me.

     Lance inserts, “Yeah, just what we need…. another reckless plan made by the hot-shot drop-out.” While the others snickered, Keith looked livid. He didn’t ignore him or give his usual witty insult as he normally does. Gritting his teeth and jumping up, he shouts, “SHUT UP". Surprising everyone into taking a step back. 

     After a moment, Keith takes a deep breath and continues, “You have no idea what you’re talking about. That has nothing to do with my battle strategy. ”

     “Sure it does!” Lance continues flippantly with his arm stretched out, "The guy who left school because he couldn’t follow orders has trouble giving orders himself. Makes enough se- OW!” Hunk elbowed him in the ribs, giving him a disapproving face.

      Meanwhile, Keith looks down in contemplation: “That’s not why I left the Garrison.”       “Oh yeah? Why then?” Lance questioned, some genuine interest peaking through.       Keith simply replies, “The Kerberos mission.” Everyone looks at him curiously waiting for him to continue. “Pidge wasn’t the only one who lost… family…. when the crew went missing.” It seemed like that was all he was going to say, but Hunk pressed on.      “Wait, what now?"      Keith looked up, “Shiro,” his voice trembled, but he took a moment to sober himself. “He was always there for me like the brother I never had. I wasn’t in a great place when I was younger. I got into more trouble than I do now and I was alone for the most part. Shiro helped me see that applying myself to something can help give me a place to channel energy into. Somewhere where I had a purpose. He’s the one who brought me to the Garrison.”

[helrialmia]

Day eight: “First”

Okay, I can’t wait tomorrow, so I post it now. Hope it’s okay)

It’s a prehistory for day five about shack (and for six too. Whoa its a series) 

Shiro was first who reacted to Keith with sympathy, who didn’t scream at him about his behaviour and just helped without any conditions. Shiro never give up on him and Keith didn’t know how he deserved this, but he was swear himself that he never give up Shiro too. Even if it mean that he should to break out of team, even if it take all what he has. It doesn’t matter.

Keith is seeking and seeking, he get small breaks and continue search. Even if he take place in Black Lion, he knows that it was only for time. Clone, which was called Kuron, alternate universe’s Shiro which called Sven… It’s all wrong. Not his Shiro, not his family.

When they found Matt, he said that Shiro was with him, but after they are divided. All said that it’s hopelessly and they need to concentrate in their mission, but Keith continue his search. He can understand such words from Pidge, she found part of her family, though, but other… For them Shiro never be first friend, never be their family. And it was really hurt, when Allura said to him stop search.

It’s a reason, why he go alone, only with Black Lion, when he understood where is Shiro. He crashed small ships and literally jumped out of Black jaws to the hull of middle galran ship. He go in corridors as a death, killing anything that move and at end he finding him. Shiro, who lied down on the metal table, and a driud, who tried to attack Keith.

“Shiro?” Carefully shake didn’t get result - probably, Shiro is under some of drugs or what druids use. Keith kick dead druid’s side and think how he can got out Shiro from here. Black didn’t wait ending of his reflections and crash the hull.

It’s an easy thought - go to the Earth. Black agree, especially with fact that Earth is pretty close to lion, and Keith asked him give some signal for other that they is fine and will return soon. Keith can’t hold himself from looked at Shiro all flight, from check his physical state and from touch him.

He think that it will really symbolically that Shiro again wake up in his shack after some shit. Third time - charm, think he and laughing: Shiro absolutely will appreciate it.

[mad-madam-m]

A Voltron: Legendary Defender season 3 not!fic that I rambled about to @domesticated-chaos​ and am now bestowing upon you.

I will also blame @paintedrecs because of reasons.

(Is it Sheith? It's Sheith.)

Obviously, spoilers for season 2.

So Keith doesn't quite go off the deep end after they come into the Black Lion and see that Shiro is gone, but he is borderline obsessed with getting him back. The year that Shiro was missing after the Kerberos mission was one of the worst of Keith's life, and after spending all that time thinking Shiro was dead, only to find out he was really alive...

Keith isn't going to lose him again.

He has Pidge running diagnostics on the Black Lion nonstop, searching for something in the code that might tell them what happened. He spends hours digging through the castle archives, learning everything he can about the Lions, hoping to find some clue in their history that will tell him how to bring Shiro back.

The only time he eats is when Hunk comes in and makes him. He doesn't really sleep so much as he passes out when he can't stay up any longer--on the bridge, in the Black Lion, in the Red Lion, in the hallway between the training deck and his room. Lance tries to get a rise out of him, and Keith doesn't so much as twitch an eyebrow.

That's what really convinces the team that something's wrong.

Originally everyone is on board--they all miss Shiro, he was their leader, they want him back--but Voltron is needed in the universe. Their victory over Zarkon was a temporary one, and they're still needed to help free the thousands upon thousands of worlds still under Galra rule.

The first couple of times, they can handle the fights with just the Lions, but it becomes increasingly clear that they need to be able to form Voltron again.

And so Allura calls them together and broaches the subject no one's wanted to touch: a new paladin for the Black Lion.

Keith shuts it down immediately. "The Black Lion is Shiro's."

"We need Voltron," Allura says, gently but firmly. "I know that you miss him, but we can't keep waiting for him to come back. We need to find a fifth paladin."

"What, you want us to just give up?" Keith shouts. "Shiro wouldn't abandon any of you, but you'll give up on him just like that?"

"Keith--"

"No!"

And with that, Keith runs out of the bridge, leaving his team stunned and silent in his wake.

He goes to the furthest place he can: the Red Lion's hangar, where people are least likely to look for him. He knows he's supposed to lead them now, he knows that's what Shiro wanted, but accepting the role feels like giving up, and Keith can't give up. Not on Shiro. Not when he only just found him again.

To his surprise, it's Pidge that comes to find him. For the longest time, she just sits there, until Keith wants to throw something at her to make her either say something or go away. And then she says, "I have no idea if my dad's alive."

Okay, she has Keith's attention.

"I know how it feels." Pidge has her knees pulled up into her chest and is hugging them so close she looks like a tiny green ball. "I mean, I don't know exactly how it feels, but I spent all that time thinking my dad and my brother were gone, and then I found out Shiro survived, and I knew that meant there was a chance my family was still alive. I haven't given up on them--I won't give up on them--but Voltron has to come first. If we don't protect the universe, if we don't stop the Galra, then it doesn't matter if I find them."

For the first time, she raises her eyes to meet his, and they're huge behind her glasses. "But I'll never stop looking."

Keith doesn't know what to say. He can't really say anything. She's right. And he knows, in his heart of hearts, that Shiro would want them to continue the fight.

Pidge nods at him once, then stands up and leaves.

Later, Keith heads over to the Black Lion. It's not until he gets in the hangar that he realizes he's come here to say good-bye.

He stands in the cockpit, touches the cool metal. "I'm sorry," he says. "I'm sorry I couldn't find you faster. I'm sorry..."

He sags to the ground, utterly exhausted, wanting to cry but he just...can't.

He falls asleep like that, leaning against one wall of the Black Lion, his heart breaking a little more with every beat.

And then he dreams.

Keith's standing on a moon or something, a vast, desolate landscape as far as the eye can see. The sky above is so full of stars it's almost impossible to believe, and he stands there, staring up at it.

When he looks back down, Shiro is standing in front of him.

Keith freezes. He can't move, can't speak for fear that Shiro will vanish, drift away before his very eyes.

Shiro smiles and takes a step closer to him. "I thought you were supposed to be leading them."

"That's your job," Keith says, trying for a light tone and failing by several thousand kilometers.

"Yeah, and I passed it to you." Shiro steps forward again. "You've got to lead Voltron now, Keith. The universe depends on it. The others are depending on it."

He's almost close enough to touch, but Keith can't bring himself to do it. "I'm not good at this, not like you are," he whispers.

"You'll get there," Shiro says. "I know you can do it."

"I don't..." Keith drags his hand through his hair, trying so hard to keep his voice steady. "I'm sorry. I didn't want--I don't want to lose you again."

Shiro nods, and there's a sadness in his eyes that hurts to look at. "We'll find each other again," he says. "I promise. Until then," he holds out his bayard, "take care of them for me, will you?"

Keith does the only thing he can: he reaches out and takes it, trying to say with his eyes all the feelings he still can't put a name to.

From the small smile Shiro gives him in return, Keith thinks he understands.

When Keith finally wakes up, sore and aching from the awkward position, he's clutching the black bayard in his hand.