#i was craving a keith fic and this happened. tragic

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I meant to post this on april fool’s day because my writing is a joke :) But I’m late, so here’s a joke posted on the wrong day.

Summary: Keith, who just happens to be coming down with a cold, is forced to wait out a thunderstorm with Lance.

“You’re still coming to pick me up, right?”

Lance’s voice is questioning, insecure, as if he doesn’t already know the answer. Keith sighs into the phone, before sniffling once, absently rubbing his nose on the back of his hand. “I thought we already went over this.”

“I know, but I called you and you weren’t picking up–”

“I was in class,” Keith retorts, pressing the phone to his ear with one hand as he slings his backpack over his shoulders with the other. He twists away briefly to cough into his shoulder. “The lecturer ended a little later than usual, that’s all.”

He can hear Lance’s hum of assent on the other end. “So, you are coming, then?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Keith pauses outside of the university building, scanning the parking lot for his motorbike, before he spots it parked in the far left corner. “Have you been waiting for a long time?”

“The meeting ended ten minutes ago,” Lance responds, “so, not really.”

“That’s good,” Keith unfastens his helmet from where it’s been clipped around the handlebars, then fits it over his head, brushing loose strands of hair from his eyes. “....I’m heading off. I‘m going to have to hang up now, okay?”

“Okay,” Lance pauses. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes?”

“Fifteen.” Keith fishes a keychain out of his pocket, pausing to find the right key before inserting it into the ignition. “See you there.”

The engine starts up, a low rumble of sound and motion, and Keith presses the end call button before sliding the phone back into his pocket. He sniffles, before straightening slightly, navigating the bike carefully out of the parking lot.

Halfway to Lance’s office, it starts to rain.

Keith isn’t the most observant person–he hadn’t checked the sky for storm clouds this morning, hadn’t thought to bring anything to shield him from the weather. Normally, it wouldn’t have made a difference. It’s not like he can drive and hold an umbrella at the same time.

He’s not surprised when he ends up drenched. The rain soaks through his red jacket, making the fabric heavier than usual, and he can’t stop himself from shivering. It’s not exactly incapacitating – just inconvenient.

Admittedly, a raincoat would probably have been nice right now, but at this point, that’s just wishful thinking. It’s not like he can go back for one right now. Keith slows down his bike down at an intersection, idly watching the slanting threads of rain as they fall around him. He’s so, so cold.

His breath hitches, and his shoulders dip with a sneeze. His hands itch to wipe his nose, but he’s wearing his fingerless gloves right now, and he doesn’t want to get them dirty.

Sniffling, he sets the bike back into motion as soon as the traffic light flickers to green. Maybe he is coming down with something. He knows it isn’t possible to catch a cold from the rain, but if he’s completely honest with himself, he’s been feeling off all day. If he’s already caught something, it’s probably in the process of getting a lot worse.

He just hopes that’s not the case.

“Keith,” Lance hisses, his eyes wide with disapproval. “Oh my god.”

Keith veers to a stop under the overhang of the building. He climbs off of his motorbike and puts the kickstand up, only wavering slightly on his feet. “What?”

“You’re drenched.” Lance takes a few strides forward, closing the short distance between them, and stops before him. “Did you actually drive here in the rain?”

“You know, I can’t control the weather,” Keith deadpans, his fingers fumbling at the straps of his helmet. He curses under his breath. His fingers feel like they’re half frozen–they’re far too numb to perform a task as intricate as this.

“Here, let me help you out with that.” Lance leans in, unclipping the buckle with ease.

“...Thanks.” Keith pulls his helmet off, before setting it down on the bike seat. “My hands aren’t really working right now.”

Lance takes the chance to reach out, grasping Keith’s hands in his own. “That’s because they’re freezing,” he says matter-of-factly, his fingers intertwining with Keith’s. “At least your hair’s dry,”

Any other time, Keith would be pulling away, but Lance’s hands are just so comfortably warm, so he doesn’t. He sniffles, turning away to cough in the opposite direction. Lance’s eyebrows furrow.

“You’re not getting sick, are you?”

“No,” Keith denies, perhaps a little too quickly. “No, I’m– I’m not. I’m fine.” Except then, his body, ever loyal, decides that then is the perfect time to sneeze.

“Bless you,” Lance says automatically, letting go of one of Keith’s hands so he can press the back of his hand to Keith’s forehead. “...You feel a little warm.”

“I’m not sick,” Keith lies through his teeth. His voice is starting to sound congested, but his nose is still running, and he wonders how it’s possible to experience both at the same time. “You can’t get sick from the rain.”

“I don’t know the details,” Lance backtracks, “but we– we should get you home.”

Except, it’s still raining– the dark clouds overhead haven’t shown signs of letting up at all. If anything, it seems like they’re going to lead to a thunderstorm. “Well,” Keith mutters, glances out into the rain-flooded streets, “good luck with that.”

“Let’s wait inside for now,” Lance suggests, unzipping his jacket and draping it securely around Keith’s shoulders. “We can head back as soon as the rain clears up.” He starts off towards the building entrance, and Keith stifles a sneeze as quietly as he can before following.

Lance’s office building, as it turns out, is a pretty comfortable place to be in. Lance sits Keith down at a table, which is already an improvement from having to stand outside. “Wait here.”

Keith opens his mouth to point out that he doesn’t know his way around–it’s not like he can actually go anywhere–but then shuts up promptly when he realizes what Lance is doing. He’s opening cabinet after cabinet, pausing to read the label on a box of tea bags before pushing it back inside and taking out another.

“What are you doing?” Keith asks, and when he doesn’t get a response, he continues, “Lance. Are you making tea?”

“Yeah,” Lance answers distractedly, “for you. I just can’t find the right–”

“You know,” Keith interrupts him, stopping only to muffle a few coughs into his fist. “I don’t care what kind.”

“Keith, buddy,” Lance says, very, very seriously, “you may not care about the quality of your tea, but I do.”

Keith opens his mouth to argue about how counterproductive that is, but Lance beats him to the chase. “See, I knew it was in here somewhere.” He sets the box of tea down and pulls out a packet from inside of it. “Hold on, I’m currently making the best tea you’ll ever taste.”

“I won’t be able to taste it, anyways.”

“You won’t have to. Your body will still thank me.” Lance sets a paper cup under the hot water dispenser and presses the button on the top.

Keith leans back in his seat, contemplating how nice it is to have someone take care of him when it’s the last thing on his own list. “Yeah. Okay. Sure.”

Two minutes later, the cup is in Keith’s hands. He really can’t taste the tea–not that he would’ve paid attention to the flavor anyways, but the cup feels nice against his too-cold hands, and the steam helps to relieve his congestion. He can feel Lance’s eyes on him as he takes another experimental sip.

“So?”

“So,” Keith echoes.

Lance watches him, one eyebrow raised in question. “How is it?”

“It’s... fine.” Keith says, his mouth creasing into a frown. “It’s just tea.”

“Just fine?” Lance prods, a smirk pulling at his lips. He leans against the counter, his body facing towards Keith, and crosses his arms at his chest.

“It’s decent,” Keith deadpans, never one for elaborate synonyms. And it is. The tea warms him up, even though there’s only so much it can do while the rest of his limbs freeze around him.

Lance’s smile broadens. “That’s good.” He stands up and starts towards the door, only stopping when he’s standing at the doorway. “I’m going to get some of the papers from my office. I’ll be back.”

Keith glances up. “I thought you were done with work?”

Lance shrugs noncommittally. “I am. I just... might as well get something done while I’m stuck here, you know?”

He disappears from the room, and Keith exhales softly, swiping a hand under his nose. He should probably be working on his schoolwork right now, but he knows he won’t be very productive with a headache. Besides, the subjects he has assignments due for don’t really interest him.

He sets his empty cup down on the table and shifts so he can rest his head on top of his arms. He’s still mercilessly cold, but the stifling heat inside the office is starting to dull his senses. He’s been too busy this week to pay attention to his health–the pressure to finish all the work from school has been enough to keep him awake. Now that there’s nothing to distract him anymore, the singular fact that he’s been so persistently trying to ignore is becoming more and more evident.

He’s exhausted.

He lets his eyes drift closed, tells himself it will only be temporary. He won’t fall asleep. He’s just resting his eyes for a second.

(He’s fast asleep by the time Lance gets back.)

Keith wakes up, not on his own accord, but by the feeling of Lance shaking his shoulder. The first thing that registers to him is that he can’t breathe through his nose. He’s been sleeping with his mouth slightly agape, and it’s not exactly a pleasant feeling. The second thing that he notices is that he’s feeling much worse than before–the persistent throb of a headache has made its way into his skull, and his throat feels like it’s on fire.

He sneezes, once, and tries to sniffle, but it doesn’t make any difference. He tries inhaling shakily through his mouth, but the intake of breath launches him into a coughing fit, and he curls in upon himself, waiting for it to subside.

“Hey,” Lance says, his voice uncharacteristically soft. A cursory glance upwards reveals that his boyfriend is hovering over him, eyebrows drawn together in evident concern.

“Hello,” Keith responds after a beat. He swallows, grimacing as the pain in his throat resurfaces. His clothes are still wet, but he’s thankfully a bit warmer than before–his hands don’t feel numb anymore, and his rough, uncontrollable shivering has been reduced to a slight tremor.

“The rain stopped,” Lance informs him, “we’re going back. Can you walk?”

“Yeah,” Keith affirms. “Sure.” Walking is easy. He stands up briskly, but the action must have been a bit too quick–suddenly, the world tilts on its axis and he stumbles forward gracelessly–

The ground is surprisingly soft when he hits it, until he realizes that he’s not on the ground at all. Lance’s arms are around him–one is wrapped around his chest and the other is gripping his shoulder, preventing him from falling over. It’s strangely comfortable, and he almost falls asleep right then and there.

“Hey, stay with me here,” Lance murmurs, and Keith sniffles, his head dipping forward in a nod. He does his best to stand up again, and Lance moves so that his arm is around Keith’s shoulder, supporting his weight.

The walk outside is long and draining, so Keith keeps his glance focused on the ground, allowing Lance to steer him in the right direction. When they finally step outside, the sudden gust of cold air that hits leaves Keith shivering again, and he barely turns away as a particularly forceful sneeze rips through his frame.

Sniffling again, he reaches sluggishly for his motorcycle helmet. He moves to take his usual seat, but Lance stops him. “Woah, you are not driving right now,” Lance says. “Sorry, but I value my life too much.”

“I’m not going to crash,” Keith argues, but the retort is too slow and too weak to make a proper comeback.

Huffing, Lance rummages through the storage compartment on the vehicle. “Sure thing, Keith.” He slides his own helmet on–the same model as Keith’s, but blue–and grabs hold of the handlebars. “Here, scoot back a little. I’ll drive.”

“I’m not sure that would be any safer,” Keith mutters under his breath, but he does what he’s told, anyways.

“I’m a great driver, and you know it.” Lance slips into the seat in front of him. He’s no expert at steering Keith’s motorbike–it’s usually Keith who drives, but they’ve gone on a couple of bike dates before, and Lance knows enough to get them home. “Just hold on, okay?”

Keith leans onto Lance’s body, burying his too-hot forehead into Lance’s shoulder, and wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s torso. Technically, he doesn’t need to be this close to hold on. But it feels nice, and if Lance notices that Keith’s sitting too close to him, he doesn’t mention it for the rest of the ride.

[yeeiguess]

Klance playlist for u

No one asked and I’m doing it anyway.

(Also has just Keith or just Lance songs + scenarios that I think match the songs + links to YouTube for each song)

- TITLE (singer) : bla-bla lyrics CHARACTER OR SHIP IT MATCHES

- Favourite Color is Blue (Robert DeLong) : Lance comes back on Earth and explain to his parents that hey, he’s been fighting a war for a few years now so of course he’s changed a bit LANCE

- Let Us Adore You (Steven Universe) : basically the fic O Come Let Us Adore Him by Bandity, which I read again like every four months. It’s a tragic masterpiece LANCE

- Hey there Delilah (Plain White T’s) : Lance and a guitar, late at night watching the stars, singing that for his sister LANCE

- Love Like You (Steven Universe) : fits the vibe KLANCE

- Falling (Trevor Daniel) : Lance getting over Allura and falling for Keith. Thinking about a party and Lance singing/dancing to that while looking at Keith like 👁👁 LANCE KLANCE

- Borderline (Tame Impala) : Will I be known and loved, reminds me of Lance LANCE

- Careless Whisper (George Michael) : they're jus romantic like that probably. Also Lance drags Keith to dance and it's all intimate and shy and teeth-rotting sweet KLANCE

- Can You Feel My Heart (Bring Me The Horizon) : Keith vibes... Keith vibes so hard (also Zuko) KEITH

- for him. (Troye Sivan) : blue/red theme, stars, we make a really good team... need i say more KLANCE

- Two Birds (Regina Spektor) : just saw an animatic with that songs year ago and it stuck KLANCE

- Lose Myself (KD) : middle school nostalgia and also post breakup Klance/We Wanted To But Couldn’t Make It Work At The Time Klance KLANCE

- Trampoline (SHAED) : I forgot why it’s here tbh. Just the vibes. Keith vibes ? Wait if I’m on fire how am I so deep in love, when I dream of dying I never feel so loved KEITH LANCE

- Slip (Elliot Moss) : reminds me of Keith for some reason ? You gotta hold on or it’s gonna slip through your hands, like how the people around him keep leaving KEITH

- On a roll (Ashley O) : the vibes [indlude half of the lyrics of the song] KEITH LANCE

- Man to Man (Dorian Electra) : 'hey let's fistfight in an homoerotic way', because he would KEITH

- Buzzkill (Mothica) : THE Keith VS James song. You know what you did / Don't let it happen again / I pray for the kids that call you a friend KEITH

- Do It For Her (Steven Universe) : Lance about the whole loved-Allura loves-Keith can't-handle-either post s8 situation. You do it for her, that is to say, you'll do it for him. LANCE

- Shameless (Camilla Cabello) : just unbashedly telling each other, hey, wake up, I'm here. KLANCE

- Cooler than Me (Mike Posner) : and you never say hey or remember my name / and it's probably cause you think you're cooler than me come on this is THE Lance song. Made up rivalry and everything. LANCE

- Deep Rooted (Ezra Williams): on struggling to say I love you and keeping yourself from having the things you want without knowing why (or: war sucks. Neither are sure a relationship is the best, but they also both desperately crave it) KEITH LANCE KLANCE

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Something More Than Nice

So I was reading this book and there was this one character who’s main character trait was that they were nice. There was nothing else really to them. The thing was that they were one of the main group. That got me thinking. Whenever there’s a group of characters, there’s always the Nice One. Their defining and basically only trait is that they’re nice and they’re given no backstory beyond the basic they’re from *Insert place here* and they had a pretty good childhood. No appearent tragic backstory or anything. When you look at the fandoms they’re the charcters that are relegated to filler roles. Maybe the wingman. Maybe the one person that gets the snacks. Drives the car. They always seem to be the placeholders. There’s never really that many fics or fanart that show anything deeper than “sunshine child” or “the Nice One.” That train of thought gave me a bit of inspiration. With my rambling out of the way, here’s a glass raised to Hunk. Hope ya’ll enjoy!

-Avi

He knows that he’s needed. He’s the Yellow Paladin after all. But it’s hard not to be overlooked. He knows that Lance craves attention. He knows his best friend needs it to counteract his self hate and doubt. He knows that Keith is quick to anger for a reason. He knows that it’s a side effect of Keith’s fear of abandonment. He knows Shiro suffers from nightmares. He knows that he puts on a strong face for everyone. He knows that Pidge wants to save her family. He knows that she cant lose them again. He knows that Allura has an unquenchable homesickness. He knows that she has a hard time adjusting. He knows Coran is lonely. He knows that he wishes this whole war was a nightmare he’ll wake up from.

He knows. He’s heard them cry. He’s the shoulder to cry on. He’s the one who’s not messed up. That’s all there is to him, right?

‘I shouldn’t bother them.’ He thinks to himself. ‘They all have enough on their plate.’ He doesn’t want to be too selfish. His problems will pass. Besides, there’s one place he can go.

The Yellow Lion stands tall and welcoming in the hanger. Hunk climbs into her cockpit.

“Hey girl.” He places a hand on the controls. “I dreamt about Mama and Tina last night.”

The lion doesn’t make a sound, but Hunk knows that she wants him to continue.

“We were in our house. It was the middle of March. There’s not really any holidays in March besides St. Patrick’s day, but we never really celebrated it. I was in our garage with the door open. Tina was in her garden and Mama was out doing some errands.” He could picture it. The sun was warm but a cold breeze would lazily pass trough every now and then. He could see his Tina with her river of curly, black hair hanging loosely. He had been in the garage with the door open so he could look out. The house was close enough to the town to not be considered in the middle of nowhere, but nor was it able to be considered part of the suburbs. He loved the smatterings of flowers that provided beautiful variety to the greens of the grass and the trees. His sister was off studying abroad. Last he talked to her she had said she had not a couple of weeks left until she came home. Knowing her she’d likely stay longer.

“Mama came back with the groceries and we went to help her. Tina found the chocolate chips and the other stuff to make cookies. She said ‘What’s this love?’ Mama said it was to make cookies. Tina was like ‘I know, but why? There’s nothing special going on.’

‘Exactly. If there’s nothing special happening why dont we make it happen.’ We spent the afternoon making cookies. We even gave some to the people living down the hill.” Hunk smiled at the memory. What he feels could only be considered bittersweet. He loved his family and home. He couldn’t wait to get back to them. Tell them stories about what he’s done and the places he’s been. But there are no guarantees in war. He thanks the Yellow lion for listening and sets off to make everyone dinner.

——

Lance and Keith had been fighting again. Keith stormed off to the training deck most likely. Lance came to Hunk.

“He doesn’t realize that what he does affects everyone!” Lance yells. Hunk sits on the bed. A sad smile on his face. He’s there for his friend. Lance goes on for longer than usual before hunk manages to sublely steer the conversation into something more positive. It eventually seems like there was no fight at all. Hunk goes to bed late that night.

——

The sweat sticks to the sheets. Hunk stays curled on his side, breathing heavily. Tears slowly make their way down his face. The image of his parents’ pained and frightened faces hover in his mind like a ghost. They’re bruised and bloody. Voltron had been too late. His Tina holds his Mama’s broken body. Mama’s face is stuck in a silent scream. He tries to shake it away.

He’s not getting anymore sleep tonight. Gingerly he leaves his room and heads for the kitchen. Tina would always bake when he was upset. He finds ingredients close enough for the cookie recipe.

In the morning the others wake up to a treat. Hunk has a smile on his face. They thank him. He says there’s no need. After all he’s supposed to be there for his friends.

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Hi! I really like your fics and I think you seem like all around cool! I'm a Klance shipper and I tried to get into Sheith but it didn't grab me as much, so I was wondering if you'd be cool with talking a bit about what you like about each and how they're different??? Cause I'm curious???? Also, if you got any cool non-romantic Shiro/Keith fics to recommend maybe?????? (It's cool if you don't though) Anyway, have a cool day!:)

Yoooo! Thanks for checking out my writing! Glad you’re into it :D

I am totally down to talk about my love for both ships and how I can appreciate their differences.

This is gonna get long so I’ll stash it under a cut.

I’ll start with Klance. I honestly did not ship Keith and Lance together at first. I just could not see it. They clearly annoyed the shit out of each other and even though there was massive improvement in their relationship through season 1, there is still some animosity in season 2. I had to read a few fics that had actual plot and basically built their relationship from the ground up. I’m a sucker for a good enemies to friends to lovers trope too so that wasn’t a problem. Keith and Lance are…not shallow but far more lighthearted in their relationship. There’s a friendly competitiveness and plenty of banter that lends itself to affectionate teasing. I like that even with the competition, they still support each other and acknowledge strengths and weaknesses. I would love to see them become dependent on each other in season 3. Reassuring each other that they are both vital and valued. I crave that and I will be so disappointed if it doesn’t happen. I want Lance to be Keith’s right-hand man if Keith does in fact end up piloting Black. I could also see Lance piloting Black and if so, Keith should step up.

As for Sheith, when I started watching Voltron, I immediately latched onto Sheith. Right off the bat, you get that they have a history. It’s unclear what it is yet but that shit is deep. Because I am a hopeless romantic but incapable of love for the time being, I have a hardcore appreciation for the deep feels and the implicit trust that comes with longstanding friendships/relationships. Anytime shit goes down, Shiro and Keith seem to be each other’s first priorities. There’s a certain softness that they have together that isn’t shared with any of the others. There’s vulnerability that neither of them holds back. They can read each other and pick up easily on how they’re feeling. That comes with caring enough to purposely tune yourself in to someone’s behavior until it’s second nature to recognize it. They’re just…ride or die. All of this combined with the heavier, darker feel between them just does it for me. But I tend to prefer that kind of content. There’s more substance to it in my opinion so I find it more satisfying.

I enjoy and appreciate both (oh the joys and inner peace of being a multishipper) but I love them for different reasons. Sometimes I want Keith and Lance’s witty banter and “I can’t stand you sometimes but now that we’re together, I can’t imagine it any other way” and other times I want Shiro and Keith’s inner conflict of “I need to remain objective and focused in this battle for the survival of the universe” v “this person is everything and I can’t lose him again.” If you can’t get into Sheith, you can’t get into it. Not everyone enjoys the same dynamic which is a-okay. Difference in opinions makes life interesting. Shance and Shklance and Hance and even Heith are good shit too. But again, I like all the little differences in dynamics of relationships so. Yeah.

As for fic recs, I don’t believe I’ve read any non-romantic Sheith so I tragically have nothing to offer for now. If any of my followers know of anything they’d like to rec, feel free to link it in the comments. I’m curious about reading some myself though just to see. Why not? I didn’t sleep much last night and had a long day at work so that’s not on my to-do list tonight but if you wanna message me at some point, I’m totally happy to discuss further and send links to fics I stumble upon you might be into of any pairing. That goes for anyone. But yeah, I think that’s all I have to say about this for now lol thanks for the ask!