#Lance plays basketball and Keith plays volleyball

[alohaasaloevera]

Keith tugs him by the arm, and the before Lance can register what’s happening, he’s pushed up against the cold, brick wall of the main building and his lips are suddenly on Keith’s.

Keith’s lips are, unsurprisingly, chapped. He internally chuckles a bit—leave it to Keith to be the school’s resident heartthrob but still not care about how chapped lips are definitely a no-no when it comes to kissing (or just romance etiquette in general). Although, the “promiscuous, mysterious bad boy who steals girlfriends without a second thought and could break you in half if he wanted to” reputation he has isn’t entirely true, so he’ll let Keith get away with that.

A hand snakes up to rest on his cheek. He hums contentedly, placing his right arm on the other’s hip. Shocked screams and thrilled cheers from people above in a classroom, but Lance pays no attention to the noise as his eyes flutter closed, tilting his head to so that their lips can slot perfectly together. Keith makes a pretty noise when Lance bites softly on his lower lip, whining when Lance slips his tongue in.

There’s no fireworks—no butterflies, no adrenaline coursing through his veins; just warmth enveloping his entire body. He feels a sense of fulfillment—the fact that he managed to even get the Keith Kogane to kiss him, let alone just convince him to spend time with him? It feels like he had done the impossible.

The hand on his cheek comes down to rest on his shoulder, coaxing him to open his eyes.

What he sees is a Keith with red, swollen lips, and a look so fond that it makes his entire body start to malfunction and crash in on itself. The sight is so ethereal that he’s positive that he might faint any second.

“I’m so proud of you,” Keith admits, and if this was just a few months ago, Lance would have laughed in his face and stormed off, because why would Keith Kogane of all people ever compliment someone like him? “You’ve been working your ass off every single day for the past—what, 3 months? On multiple occasions I thought you were going to throw up because of how far you were pushing yourself.” Lance giggles a bit at that, remembering the time that he threw up the amazing sandwich Hunk had made just for him and he moped all day, saying a million sorries to Hunk every single time he go the chance to.

“I can’t even explain to you how happy I was when you guys won,” He smiles brightly, and Lance is fighting against everything in his will to not kiss Keith senseless.

Keith sighs shakily, before he stares into Lance’s eyes, purple boring into ocean blue, “Lance, I—”

An alarm goes off, and Keith is suddenly whipping out his phone, muttering a soft, quiet “shit”.

“I gotta go to practice,” Keith says hurriedly, “You know how Coran is about being late.”

Just as he starts running, Keith pauses, looking back at Lance with a small tilt of his lips, “Great job, Sharpshooter.” He adds, his face morphing into that little grin of his.

Lance stumbles the entire way to his car, tripping on nothing at least 5 times.

—

Keith is in his bed, Kosmo curled up by his side, when he sees that he got tagged in a video. He doesn’t use social media often so he doesn’t see the reason why anyone would tag him, but he just shrugs it off and and clicks on the video.

He’s more than surprised when he finds out it’s a video of him kissing Lance—even more when he finds that Pidge herself had posted the video. Black and white text in the middle of the video reads “Bro got rizzed up in front of everyone 💀💀”, and people can be heard screeching in the classroom when Keith pins Lance to the wall.

He looks to the right of his screen to see that the post got ten thousand likes in a matter of hours. Not even bothering to check the comments. He tosses his phone and promptly screams into a pillow.

[midnightlie]

I wish there more fics about Jock Keith like I don't understand how people have bad taste deny him this like??? lmfaoo full offence lance is no jock never will be . Lance is cute nerd who likes everything besides sports lol but he'll love the sport only support his tall cooler older bf Keith . Thats the mf tea🍵

lance is DEFINITELY competitive enough to enjoy sports tho tbh but swimming will always be His Sport in my eyes he def grows up dominating on the local swim team, but i can be convinced that he plays baesball too. he would look so cute in a baseball uniform!!!!! with his hat!!!! ugh be still my heart i love him. WHAT ABT HIM BEING ON A RECREATIONAL BEACH VOLLEYBALL TEAM. omg wait i want that!!!

i do wanna see keith in more contact type sports than lance LOL just for funsies. lacross or basketball or soccer. american football. ppl tend to make him a dancer which isnt like, bad, but it just doesnt really fit w/ my image of keith i guess.

[youreagalrakeith]

What type of sports do you think the paladins enjoy? (Soccer, swimming, basketball, tenis, volleyball, gymnastics, ect)

I’ll be honest I have some pretty non surprising headcanons on this one, but I’ll try to throw some interesting one’s in there.

-Lance, unsurprisingly loves to swim. Growing up in Cuba near the beach means it’s a common past time for him, but what a lot of people don’t know is he’s also a track runner. 

-Those long legs can catapult his body far my friends. 

-Was Team captain of the Varsity swim team and the co-captain of the Track Team. Was offered a scholarship for his swimming, but chose to go to the Garrison instead. 

-Pidge is a rock climber. They’re size makes others underestimate them, but they can just climb about anything. 

-Short people just know how to climb. I swear. Pidge has set records, they see a rock wall, they’re on it. 

-Pidge tried to surf once. Pidge will not surf ever again.

-Pidge is a hard core Quidditch fan too. 

-Hunk too was a track person, but Hunk did shot put and discus. He’s set records in his high school. 

-Hunk is also a huge hockey fan. He never played on a team, but he does for fun on the occasion. He’s pretty brutal if he wanted to be. 

-Hunk really likes jousting as a sport too. Not like the dinner theater, but like Full Metal Jousting. He finds it hard to watch when there is injuries, but he admires the techniques. 

-Shiro is an archer. Something strikes me that he’s an Archer. It’s relaxing yet competitive. He doesn’t shoot 3D, but he does do Recurve. He thinks it’s more of a challenge. 

-Shiro also gave a stab at tennis. He’s not too bad actually. As long as he’s playing singles. He’s been known to accidentally hit his partner in the back if he’s serving in doubles. (Side eyes Keith)

-Keith. Keith strikes me as a Lacrosse player. He likes the physical contact and the sport itself. He’s a mean machine on offense, but he can also fill in for goalie. 

-Has taken his team to Nationals several times. 

-He tried martial arts, he’s good at it but not entirely interested. 

-The boy loves fencing. Keep Rapier’s out of his hands. 

-Refuses to play anything with Shiro. (See above)

-For fun, I just laughed about the idea that Coran loves Curling. You know, on ice, scrubbing to keep little rocks into targets. He didn’t understand it at first, but he really likes to watch.

-Just don’t let him play it. It’s a danger zone.

-Allura, surprisingly is a Gymnastics fan. But above all she adores air racing. Loves Air racing. 

[lollipop1141]

It Takes Awhile For Friendship to Bloom

This was written for Klance Month 2018. It’s a crossover between Miraculous Ladybug and Voltron where Keith is Ladybug and Lance is Chat Noir. can also be read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16130813

Summary: Of course, Lance just had to stick to Keith like a leech in the middle of an akuma attack

Ladybug looked over the edge of the Eiffel Tower, his bangs whipping around his forehead. With a grin, he did a running start and leaped over the edge, arms and legs spread wide. It felt as though he was suspended in the air for a moment, and then the next, he was freefalling at an alarming rate, with his arms tucked to his side.

Closing in on the asphalt, he whipped out his yoyo at the last second, hooking it around the tower's lowest beam, yanking him up in the air, his red soles barely brushing the surface.

He somersaulted into the air and landed safely on the girder, retracting his weapon with a snap.

"I knew you were bad for the heart, but I didn't know you were out to give me a heart attack, bugaboo."

Ladybug sighed. Looking up, he met the gaze of his superhero partner. He said flatly, "You're late."

"I’m sorry but beauty waits for no one." Chat Noir drawled, playing lazily with his tail. "But I know I can't outshine you.”

Ladybug rolled his eyes and snapped his yoyo up to the top of the tower, swinging him upwards. Chat Noir followed suit, his silver baton glinting in the moonlight.

Ladybug and Chat Noir, Paris's very own superheroes. They were good individually, but together, and they were a force to be reckoned with.

However not all were peachy perfect.

Because Chat Noir was a flirt and Ladybug was not having that crap around while they were on duty.

“Chat, c’mon, we don’t have all night.” Ladybug grumbled as his partner snapped picture after picture with a fan.

After an eternity (which was only two minutes, don’t be overdramatic, bugaboo) Chat faced him, tail flicking with amusement. “Aw, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were bugged by all of the attention.”

Ladybug’s eyebrow twitched in irritation. With a huff, he said, “You take the West side and I’ll take the East. Meet you back to the tower in three hours.”

“Wha – hey, wait!”

But Ladybug had gone, leaving a sole grumpy cat standing alone. That was their typical night.

To say the next morning left the two on the wrong side of bed was a heavy understatement.

“Good morning, medusa. What brings you out of your lair?” Shiro greeted Keith. His adoptive younger brother just groaned and helped himself with breakfast.

It was a traditional Japanese breakfast, complete with rice, grilled mackerel, miso soup and a side dish of pickled cabbage. Well, it was to be expected, since Shirogane’s was a high standard Japanese restaurant. How Shiro was able to get up at four in the morning and still look like a ball of sunshine, Keith would never understand.

As he munched, he idly wondered how Lance was doing.

Lance wasn’t faring much better. After being left by his partner again, he wasn’t in the mood to exchange pleasantries with his assistant.

After signing up the modeling contract, he was forced to move to France where the base was located, thus isolating him from his large boisterous family - which left him in a large hotel where he had Natalie and a bodyguard whom he nicknamed Gorilla, the two sending him to and fro from school and the shoots.

He wasn’t complaining about his job, but on most days as he ate croissants and hot chocolate for breakfast, he tended to miss his mom’s traditional Cuban meals and garlic knots.

So to say that they were at odd’s end with each other when it was barely past homeroom time, well, that was to be expected.

“What is your problem?”

“Well, if you weren’t such a stick up the ass, there’d be no problem!”

“I wouldn’t have one if you weren’t such a busybody and get off my case!”

“What do you know, mullet!”

“You tell me, Lance!”

They hadn’t noticed the screaming, seeing as they’d been screaming at each other’s faces for the past five minutes, but by the time they did, half the class had run away while the others stayed huddled at the corner of the room.

Maniac laughter sounded off outside. Lance and Keith exchanged looks. It was another akuma attack.

“Stay here!” Both of them said at the same time as they rushed out.

Both stopped and gave each other weird looks.

Lance said, “Dude, you gotta stay here.”

“And what, get yourself turned into an akuma victim?” Keith snapped. “This isn’t the time for your hero act, Lance.”

Lance hopped from foot to foot, impatience and exasperation buzzing off him. “This isn’t – you can’t go out there! It’s dangerous!”

Keith snorted and wrenched the door open, “Leave it to me and keep your pretty face out of this. You wouldn’t want a top model having a scar now, would you?”

“Dude! Just leave it to Ladybug and Chat Noir!”

Keith ignored him. He mumbled under his breath, “Yeah, if you would just stop sticking around enough for me to transform.”

Lance watched in annoyance as Keith slipped out. Of for the love of – “Seriously, every time, I have to look out for this mullet.”

Running outside, he stopped as the whole school seemingly turned into one giant botanical garden. “What the cheese?”

“I told you to stay inside!” Keith hissed at him. Lance just jogged to him, his face masked with rare concentration and concern. He bit back a groan as Lance crouched down, eyes searching for the akuma. Now he couldn’t transform because if he knew any better, Lance was going to stick to him like a leech.

Looks like this problem would have to be solved without Ladybug and Chat Noir this time.

There was a blast and a student who was running across the basketball court turned into a nice bush of roses.

“Oh.” Lance scooted a little closer to his classmate. “No wonder it’s a garden out here. The akuma probably turned half the school into plants.”

“Stay here. I’m gonna go check it out.” Keith said as he slipped out a knife that he kept hidden in his boots.

“Uh, no.” Lance pulled him back by the collar. “One, you can’t go out there without a plan and two, where the heck did you get that?”

“Lance, we don’t have time for this.” Keith insisted.

“Nope, I can’t let you go out like a psycho, swinging your knife everywhere. What if you hurt people when you rip off a leaf or something?”

Keith stopped. He had a point. “So what, you got a better idea?”

Lance grinned. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

It took a few minutes for them to gather the materials they needed and another to wait for the akuma to come out.

They still hadn’t seen it, so they didn’t know what they were expecting, but a large butterfly-man wasn’t it.

“Mothman.” Keith gasped. With sudden vigor, he leaped off the balcony and landed at the back of the akuma. It was shrieking and moving around, trying to get him off, but Keith held on. Flipping his knife, he slashed through the wings. With a wail, the akuma spiraled down with Keith at its back.

“Lance, now!”

With a cry, Lance ran out with a volleyball net rolled in his arms. Keith rolled out of the way as Lance threw out the net with expertise, trapping the butterfly akuma underneath. As it struggled, tangling itself, both of them searched for its corrupted – “There! The necklace!”

Keith snapped it off its neck and crushed it underfoot. The akuma butterfly fluttered upwards and at that moment, Keith blatantly realized he couldn’t purify it.

Suddenly, Lance trapped it in a small jar, slammed a lid on it and screwed it shut. Keith raised an eyebrow. “Won’t it escape?”

“Nope!” Lance said. “Pidge made modifications to this glass when she took samples from an akuma incident that gooed the whole city.”

Keith vaguely remembered that. “How’d she do that? Isn’t it, like, magic or something?”

Lance just shrugged. “I dunno. Science stuff about molecules or something.”

“Huh.” It was then that they realized that everything had returned back to normal. The akuma villain turned out to be a gardener who had his crop field torn down to make room for a mall.

As the principal comforted the man, Lance turned to Keith and tossed him the jar. “Here. You give it to Ladybug.”

Keith blinked, a sudden cold sensation washing over him. Does he-? “Why me?”

“Just a feeling.” Lance said lightheartedly. He didn’t seem to think much of it. “Besides,”

Lance held out his hand for a fist bump. He grinned. “We make a good team.”

Keith stared at him and then slowly smiled. With a chuckle, he returned the gesture.

“I guess we do.”

I finally have something for Klance month! This is also an excuse to write an ML fic since it’s been a year since I’ve updated on this fandom. Also, I haven’t watched season 2, so everything is still season 1 based. Just a general overlook on the love square and all that.

Anyway, I hope you liked it!

[kyesbird]

for that weird headcanon thingo- allura, lance, hunk, shiro, pidge, and keith. :3c

SO MUCH www

Allura! Ok prepare for an essay about my wife;

What they smell like: Mostly like shampoo. So much hair??? Smells a little like Kenzo’s Flower perfume.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Side sleeper, no set schedule. She sleeps in bouts of 3-4.5 hours whenever feels like it/has the time, but is easily anxious and sometimes! Just cannot.

What music they enjoy: ??? I feel like most of the time, she just likes white noise bc that doesn’t interfere with her thought process. Otherwise, she doesn’t like any specific genre or band, just random songs that she finds catchy.

How much time they spend getting ready every morning: about 10-15 on a regular day. Hair is brushed and tied up night before so she can just undo it and look amazing in 2 seconds, outfits coordinated last night (unless she’s coording with someone) so maybe 3-5 minutes changing clothes and picking accessories, makeup is maybe 7 minutes for moisturizer, bb, eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, lip tint. 30 minutes if she showers in the morning instead of at night.

Their favorite thing to collect: Photos of her friends and family. She wishes she had more photos of her parents and friends from Altea, but covering her bedroom walls in photos of the new people in her life make up for it, a little. (the first thing the team gets her when they go to earth is a polaroid camera, you know, the hipster kine.)

Left or right-handed: Right, but sliiiightly ambidexterous.

Religion (if any): Probably whatever was the dominant religion on Altea, though she’s probably out of touch with it now.

Favorite sport: Wife throwing ilu Shiro An Altean version of basketball but in zero-G with jetpacks. She’s also gotten into surfing thanks to Hunk and Lance.

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): Sightseeing, esp to see natural wonders of the planet and historical landmarks. She likes seeing how other planets have changed over the 10k years she’s been out. Taking part in the culture and getting to know the people is also handy since she’s a diplomat.

Favorite kind of weather: Since rain on Altea was, like, glass and on fire, she preferred clear weather. Once they get to Earth, she still prefers sun bc she likes outdoor activities and humidity makes her hair annoyingly high-maintenance, but she enjoys storms that are so bad the day is cancelled and everyone hangs out and they cook on a gas burner and play card games by lamplight. But, everyone enjoys those days.

A weird/obscure fear they have: mushrooms in places mushrooms shouldn’t be.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: Carnival games: any strength-based games 100% she’s got. But she’s also fairly good at knocking shit down with balls.

OK ONE ESSAY DONE. LANCE NOW.

What they smell like: b4 covering himself in three entire cans of axe like the doucheass he is? Laundry soap and dryer sheets. Very slightly of skin/haircare products, if you’re face-to-face with him. Overall, very nice b4 the axe. 

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): A morning person, generally sleeps before 11 and gets up at 5 or 6 feeling great. Back sleeper, is perfectly still in his sleep and sleeps like a fuckin’ rock.

What music they enjoy: He loves music! He has a lot of acoustic covers, some of which he did, and a couple of songs he wrote himself. His music library is mostly pop, stuff that’s good to sing along to, the occasional rock or rap song…and a ton of anime OPS and J-pop from the weeb phase he never QUITE outgrew and K-pop that he knows the dances to by heart. He’s only a little ashamed that he can sing all the way through Snow Halation and Go!!! but knows like 7 words in Japanese.

How much time they spend getting ready every morning: It’s bad. Depends on if he has a uniform or is stuck in space with one set of clothes. Shower is necessary, 10-15 minutes. Skincare is 10 minutes to apply, 10 minutes to sink in while he wanders around his room naked, drying off and picking out an outfit. 5 more minutes to remove and then do toner and moisturizer. Changing is like a minute, but then accessorizing and re-picking his outfit takes maybe another 5-10. Hair is usually less than a minute unless it’s being especially uncooperative. Makeup is blessedly just BB, eyebrows, shadow and liner on a regular day. 10 minutes. Total time is about an hour, but he can cut it down to 30 minutes if he MUST.

Their favorite thing to collect: Skincare products. You know that bin of product Stef has in the bathroom? That times like 5.

Left or right-handed: Right.

Religion (if any): …I’m honestly not sure? I feel like he’d follow whatever his family follows. Maybe catholic?

Favorite sport: Surfing, then beach volleyball, then basketball.

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): Local food and shopping. He bring back omiyage for days if he’s not travelling with the team.

Favorite kind of weather: Sun, he also likes going out.

A weird/obscure fear they have: Too many birds at once.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: Shooters, rhythm games. Music gun gun is his jam. He is also the currenT DDR champion of the team, although Shiro and Hunk are returning challengers. He’s also hands down the best at that one sniper game.

god these are so long holy shit. HunK THO:

What they smell like: A REASONABLE amount of TASTEFUL cologne and a little laundry softener. Not the douchey kind that smells vaguely of money. Otherwise, smells like whatever’s cooking, or coffee.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Side sleeper also, holds things. Also a morning person, but a little later than Lance at 11-12 to 6-7. Sleeps light and moves, snores slightly if he ends up facedown.

What music they enjoy: he has a few songs Lance sang for him in the library. He ALSO does covers on ukulele or guitar (Mostly ukulele) and has a few original songs he did, but doesn’t record them for the most part. Lots of rock and alternative, some pop, some acoustic covers, some music he picked up from the others (just the catchy stuff)

How much time they spend getting ready every morning: To make up for Lance, he takes about 15 minutes. Quick shower if it’s hot (long showers at night) an all-in-one toner/serum/moisturizer that Lance got him on, brush teeth, comb hair, change clothes, done. He usually has time to make breakfast.

Their favorite thing to collect: Tools, gadgets, materials, etc. Stuff he can scrap and use to build new stuff. Similar to Pidge’s collection, but more focused on hardware. They usually cooperate on projects, so this works out.

Left or right-handed: Right, but pretty capable with left.

Religion (if any): Not really, but his family is Catholic.

Favorite sport: Surfing, hiking and judo if those count.

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): Getting to experience the culture. Local food and talking to the people and taking part in the culture. He looooves the universal translator.

Favorite kind of weather: Rain, and storm parties.

A weird/obscure fear they have: Shiro in his kitchen wormy lookin bugs

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: ALSO good at shooters and rhythm games. Taiko no Tatsujin reigning champion and a returning competitor for Lance’s DDR crown. Also Lance’s music gun gun partner, they literally never play with anyone else.

oK SHIRO:

What they smell like: Clean. Just like soap and deodorant. Kinda fob, actually. Maybe kinda sweaty if he’s been fighting or training or something.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): side sleeper, tends to curl up a bit and needs to have something or someone pressed against his back, so will wedge himself between pillows or against the wall. Will also spoon anything left in arms reach. Moves a lot, sleeps light, prone to nightmares and sleeptalking. Also restless and prone to anxiety whenever he’s trying to relax, so he doesn’t sleep much. A night owl, he usually sleeps from 3-10, give or take an hour.

What music they enjoy: Probably indie stuff, mostly. Kinda hipster stuff, he’s the type that has favorite bands. 

How much time they spend getting ready every morning: 30 if he showers, 15 if not. Skincare/makeup is just moisturizer, then bb and eyeliner and MAYBE shadow if he’s feelin’ it. Change clothes, brush teeth, hair wax if necessary, and good to go. Except he’s tired for like an hour after he wakes up so.

Their favorite thing to collect: Books, star charts, stuff about space. He was kind of obsessed and is still pretty fascinated.

Left or right-handed: He was reaLLY right hand dominant, but the prosthetic lacks some precision for certain tasks so he’s adapted to be more ambidextrous. His handwriting is appalling and he can’t use chopsticks anymore.

Religion (if any): some branch of buddhism he grew up with, but he doesn’t think about it much.

Favorite sport: If martial arts counts, judo, then basketball.

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): Museums and festivals. Enjoys the history and science, and festivals are fun.

Favorite kind of weather: Storms and rain. He likes being outside in the rain and running through puddles and shit. Will come home looking like he showered fully dressed bc he was out playing in the rain like a fuckin five year old.

A weird/obscure fear they have: Isopods

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: ALSO good at throwing shit at carnivals, but generally monopolizes any and all racing games with Keith at arcades. Challenges Lance to DDR regularly but has, like, a 6:1 loss-win ratio. Shiro’s not bad at it; Lance is just really good. 

PIDGE

What they smell like: Coffee. Depending on how invested they get in a project, they might smell kinda sweaty from hours of nonstop work, but usually someone stops them and reminds them to eat, sleep and shower every 24 hours.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): stomach sleeper, drapes over things. They don’t sleep so much as they crash at about 4 AM, or they power through it and when they’ve finished whatever they were working on they crash for like 15 hours. Sleeps like they’re dead, and is out wherever they fall. Is often carried to bed by their team when found passed out in a hallway or something.

What music they enjoy: Uhh probably like punk rock or something. Regrettably appreciates Keith’s shitty music library.

How much time they spend getting ready every morning: They roll out of bed and usually remember to brush their teeth. They shower if they didn’t the night before and get back to whatever they were working on.

Their favorite thing to collect: Scraps. Like Hunk, old devices and robots and gadgets that they gut later for parts, with a heavier focus on software. Hunk and Pidge share collections, but Hunk’s is organized and neat while Pidge’s is a pile in a corner of their lab.

Left or right-handed: Left.

Religion (if any): None

Favorite sport: They aren’t super sporty, not that they dislike physical activity, they just find normal sports too boring and the rules annoying so  they make up games to play with the team. So far capture the flag with floor-is-lava rules and Assassin are their favorites.

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): Museums definitely, especially on other planets. they prefer the sciencey-ones and will also try to stop by libraries and universities they pass.

Favorite kind of weather: Clear, because rain means slow internet, though they also like the storm parties. 

A weird/obscure fear they have: Being abandoned by the team. Despite being an invaluable and much-loved member of the team, they aren’t super social and worry occasionally that they’ll be left out. This is never the case, though.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: The bishibashi master, first of all, and also somehow really good at any carnival game involving throwing stuff. Rings, darts, etc.

ANNNNND KEITH FINALLY.

What they smell like: Line dried clothes and sweat, but not in a bad way, just very natural. Smells like shampoo for hours after a shower, tho (bc thick hair) which is nice.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): side sleeper, no set schedule. Like Allura, he sleeps whenever he’s tired and feel he needs it, in 3-6 hour bursts. Sleeps light. Also after returning to earth, he never has a bed of his own–he sleeps in his car, under the stars, in rented rooms, or on the couch when he’s alone. Otherwise, he sleeps next to a team member. None of them usually mind.

What music they enjoy: Obscure indie rock, punk rock, and whatever’s on. Also acoustic covers. Also likes that Lance sings at him. 

How much time they spend getting ready every morning: Like, ten minutes. He showers at night and wears most of his clothes when he sleeps so he just rolls out of bed, washes his face, brushes his teeth and maybe brushes his hair or ties it up. Done.

Their favorite thing to collect: otHER PEOPLE’S SHIT. Why’d he have Shiro’s clothes when he found him in the desert? Stole all his shit. Where’s Lance’s bathrobe? Keith has it. Pidge’s notebook? Keith. Why are you wearing Hunk’s jacket? Are those Allura’s hairpins? Did Coran SAY you could use that glass? Things get back to their owners eventually, except some small things they just let him keep.

Left or right-handed: Right dominant but is slightly ambidexterous. His left hand writing is legible, but ugly.

Religion (if any): none

Favorite sport: Again if martial arts count; aikido, which has come in handy oFTEN bc he was a tiny kid. In general he likes any kind of close-combat bc he’s gooD at it; sports in general he’s not stellar at bc short legs.

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): Local food, but mostly bc he likes eating. He just likes exploring in general so as long as they’re seeing new stuff he’s interested.

Favorite kind of weather: Another person who likes to play in the rain, but is more likely to take an umbrella and stay half dry at least. Likes relaxing indoors and warming back up afterwards.

A weird/obscure fear they have: plants that know too much.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: He’s pretty tied with Shiro at, like, every racing arcade game ever.