#kei kogane

[linipik]

tale as old as time

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[kippsaidhi]

I wish he had cool galran marks (u_u)

[navsstuff]

Homoerotically fighting (again)

time skip mad dog still needs to be leashed from time to time. they haven't changed

[boba-bub]

seriously, just read such a fun Sendai Frog friendship road trip fic. def a favorite of mine. kogane I love you, never change girl.

[pilkchan]

Hey gamers, (cont)

Just wanted to share some of my top fandoms and ships I'll be posting abt*,

Haikyuu!!

KurooTsukki - primarily write these losers

BokuAkaKurooTuskki - I will go down with this polycule

Really any variation of the Third Gym Gang

KenHina - listen theyre cute

My Hero Academia (lowkey embarrassed to put this here but I know yall are my homies)

TodoDeku - im sorry its timeless

Shinkami - these weirdos have a special place in my heart

Voltron

Really Klance only - can u believe they took it off Netflix WTF

[afterthelambs]

I can't believe it was confirmed that Tsukishima's team Sendai Frogs got promoted to a division 1 team... what if i cry

OK NOW LETS GET HIM ON THE NATIONAL TEAM

[8-24arda]

Sendai Frogs are just 3 types of angry, like

Calm angry Angry angry Angry bird

[paladudley]

Lance: *sigh* I’ve had such a stressful day

Keith: *pulls him into a hug*

Lance: *closing his eyes as he eases in his touch* thank you

[savinggod]

My name is called raper lyricsits

sav1or™✓

Save u essence of mine like urs

Bot kei just bring key of ur heart

Angel did me wrong and kei angel

did prayer of urs prayer box box

out no one end is that tired life

away wish away I tiredness

away with kei bot botrobot

Put u down and lay up

Lick u round lay up

Basketball lay up

Loving in ur sur young in poor

By u only love u only sur

Being u sur drive ceazy

Sur of u being in me so sur

I jive to ur sur thought boom click to a gun

[schlattslambo]

visiting him at work | tsukishima kei (18+)

hi im writing this at work while waiting to go home. unedited and intentionally lowercase. hope you like!

warnings: heavy kissing, thigh riding, some biting, kei cums in his pants (and so does reader)

reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns!

tsukishima has been working long hours at the museum between sendai frogs games, and you’ve barely seen him more than 10 minutes all week. you send him a text that you’re coming to the museum to see him, to which he leaves you on read. its not an uncommon occurrence for him to do that, but this time it made you pout.

the museum is basically deserted when you get there, and if your boyfriend wasn’t working there, you’d be sure that it was closed. as you walked in, the receptionist greeted you with a smile.

“hey there, y/n!” she said. “kei’s giving a tour right now, but you can go wait in his office if you want!

she was always cheerful, and her happiness always rubbed off on you. seeing her smile always made you smile. you were sure that she was the only one in the museum who loved her job just as much as kei did.

you thanked her and walked toward kei’s office, a space you have grown quite used to. it was a small room with a cute little desk. there were a few pictures of dinosaurs on the walls as well as footprints matching the dinosaurs. on his desk there were a few small framed photos. one of the karasuno high school team, one of him standing with kogane and kyotani, and one of you and him.

you sat in his chair, admiring the picture of the two of you. sugawara had taken it at the team reunion that tsukishima invited you to. you sat in his lap, arm around his shoulders and clearly laughing at something someone had said. you assumed it was nishinoya because he always made you laugh.

tsukishima walked into his office, jumping nearly three feet in the air when he saw you.

“jesus christ, y/n!” he gasped, a hand over his heart. “you almost gave me a fucking heart attack!”

you just giggled, twirling in the swivel chair that you were sitting in.

“i told you i was coming!” you said. “but you were out being a good employee and giving a tour.”

tsukishima rolled his eyes. “what brings you here?” he asks, leaning against his desk. “you usually only visit when you’re bringing me food, and i don’t see my favorite food.”

you chewed on your lip. “i missed you.” you said softly. “you’ve been working so much and i barely saw you this week!”

the pout that rested on your lips melted tsukishima’s heart every time without fail. he hated seeing his babygirl sad, even more so when he was the cause.

“get up.” tsukishima ordered, motioning to the side of the room.

you do as you’re told, walking to the wall. tsukishima sits down in his chair, looking over at you. he pats his lap with a small smile.

“come sit.” he says.

you sit in his lap, legs spread over his lap. he wraps his arms around you, giving the fat of your ass a squeeze. you gasp and look at tsukishima, who only smirks.

“can’t have my baby miss me too much.”

with a small adjustment, you’re straddling his thigh as he kisses you roughly. you whimper against his lips as your hips stutter involuntarily, grinding your center on his muscular thigh. no matter what you did to satisfy yourself on the nights that tsukishima was on the road, nothing would feel nearly as good as his thigh. you tried everything. humping pillows, that vibrator that tanaka bought you for your birthday as a joke, and even a dildo that was just as big as kei was. nothing worked.

tsukishima looked at your hips as you mindlessly ground them on his thigh. your knee grazed his crotch, giving him just enough stimulation to get hard.

“so desperate already, aren’t you?” tsukishima coos, caressing your cheek. “missed my cock so much, didn’t you?”

you nod, babbling as you continue moving your hips. the sensation is unmatched, and you feel yourself getting closer.

“missed you so much.” you whimper. “missed you making me feel good, ah!”

you moan as tsukishima sinks his teeth into the exposed skin on your collarbone before licking the now bruising skin.

“gonna get yourself off on my thigh baby?” tsukishima asks, watching as your movements get more desperate.

you nod quickly, moans filling the room. tsukishima digs his fingers into your thigh, your knee grazing his clothed cock just right.

soon, you find yourself coming undone on his thigh. right around the same time, you hear tsukishima let out the breathy whimper that he makes whenever you two fuck in public and you make him cum.

“atta girl.” tsukishima praises as you lay your forehead on his shoulder, hips slowing. “thats my good girl.”

“s’good.” you pant, closing your eyes. “love you.”

“i love you more, angel.” tsukishima whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i gotta get back to work, but we’ll finish this once i get home tonight. i miss my special girl.”

you nod, kissing him on the lips sweetly.

“you won’t work too late today right?” you ask, looking at tsukishima with your famous puppy eyes.

“of course not.” tsukishima said. “i don’t think i’ll survive if i don’t fuck you into the mattress tonight. now go home and get ready for me. i’ll be home in two hours.”

you nod, happily getting up. you feel so happy its almost dizzying. with the promise of mind breaking sex - and honestly just being able to hug and kiss your boyfriend again - you couldn’t wait to get home.

“leaving so soon?” the receptionist asks as you walk out of his office.

“yeah, we just made plans for dinner.” you lie.

“oh, okay!” the girl replies, her cheeks tinged a slight color of pink. “see you later, y/n! have a good night!”

as you leave the lobby, the receptionist sighs, hiding her face in her hands. the walls of the museum are surprisingly thin considering the age of the building. you wouldn’t be the only ones getting off that night.

ta da!! another tsukishima smut drabble in the books! if you’ve read down to this note, please send me some requests! thank you<3

[partiallypearl]

happy thanksgiving @fiyero0533! here's a lil kogan gifset for you friend.

I'll find my keys if you're gonna need a ride. But it's fine with me if you wanna stay the night

[itsskyvoltage]

Starlit Serenade

Pairing: Keith Kogane x female! reader

Warning: None

Masterlist

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Y/N L/N had always been captivated by the stars. Growing up on a small colony planet at the edge of the galaxy, she spent countless nights gazing up at the vast expanse, dreaming of adventures beyond her homeworld. Her fascination with the cosmos led her to pursue a career in astrophysics, and now, as a young researcher aboard the Galra Observatory Station, she was living her dream.

One clear night, as Y/N analyzed data from the latest deep space survey, a rare celestial event caught her attention—a comet with a peculiar trajectory. Intrigued, she redirected the observatory's telescopes to track its path. Little did she know, this comet's journey would intersect with her own in the most unexpected way.

Meanwhile, aboard the Castle-Ship known as the Lion's Den, Keith Kogane, the skilled pilot of the Black Lion and a key member of the Voltron team, was on a routine mission to investigate disturbances in the quadrant. He had grown accustomed to the vastness of space, finding solace in its silent beauty. But as he monitored the readings, something unusual appeared on his scanner—a mysterious energy signature coming from the direction of the Galra Observatory Station.

Curious yet cautious, Keith decided to investigate. The journey took him closer to the observatory than he had anticipated, and as he approached, he couldn't shake the feeling that this mission held more significance than he initially thought.

Back at the observatory, Y/N was still engrossed in her analysis when alarms suddenly blared through the station. Startled, she rushed to the main control room, where panicked voices filled the air. Reports indicated an unidentified spacecraft approaching rapidly—a potential threat.

"We need to raise our shields! Prepare for defensive maneuvers!" Commander Iverson, the station's head, barked orders, but Y/N's mind raced with concern. Were they under attack? Were they prepared for this?

As tension mounted, Keith's sleek black spacecraft glided smoothly towards the observatory. He could see the shimmering shield defenses activating, a sign that they were wary of his presence. Keith hesitated for a moment, considering his options. He could announce his identity and purpose, but he knew that might only escalate the situation.

Instead, he chose to land his craft some distance away from the observatory, hoping to approach on foot. Stealthily, he made his way through the rocky terrain towards the station's entrance, mindful of any surveillance that might detect him. It was then that he caught sight of a figure moving swiftly among the scientists and crew—Y/N.

Y/N had volunteered to assist with securing the observatory's defenses, her mind racing with strategies to protect her colleagues and the valuable research data. As she hurried down a corridor, she nearly collided with someone emerging from a side passage—a young man with strikingly dark hair and intense eyes. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they locked gazes, each sizing up the other.

"Who are you?" Y/N demanded, her voice steady despite the underlying tension.

Keith hesitated, assessing her carefully. "I'm here to help," he replied, his tone earnest yet guarded. "I detected an anomaly in this sector and came to investigate."

Y/N regarded him skeptically, her mind racing through possible scenarios. "You expect me to believe you just stumbled upon us?"

"I know it sounds suspicious," Keith admitted, his hand drifting instinctively to the hilt of his bayard at his side. "But I'm not your enemy."

Before Y/N could respond, a voice crackled over the intercom, announcing that the potential threat had dissipated. The tension in the air eased slightly, but Y/N remained wary. "If you're not here to cause trouble," she began cautiously, "then why are you really here?"

Keith hesitated, his expression softening as he studied her. "I sensed something... unusual. Something that drew me here," he admitted quietly. "I don't know what it is yet, but I'm hoping to find answers."

Y/N regarded him for a long moment, her initial suspicion tempered by curiosity. "You're a pilot," she observed, noting the distinctive uniform he wore beneath his outer cloak. "Are you with the Coalition?"

Keith nodded, relieved that she seemed willing to hear him out. "I'm part of the Voltron team," he explained, watching her closely for any reaction.

Recognition flickered in Y/N's eyes. "Voltron... the defenders of the universe," she murmured, recalling stories she had heard during her childhood. "And you're here alone?"

"It's complicated," Keith admitted, sensing that she was beginning to trust him. "But I promise, I'm not here to cause trouble."

Y/N considered his words carefully, weighing the risks and possibilities. Despite her lingering doubts, there was something about Keith that resonated with her—a shared sense of purpose, perhaps, or simply the way he looked at her with a mix of determination and vulnerability.

"Alright," she finally conceded, gesturing towards a quieter area of the station. "Let's talk."

As they walked together through the bustling corridors of the observatory, Y/N learned more about Keith's mission and the challenges he faced as a pilot of the Black Lion. In turn, Keith listened intently to Y/N's experiences as a researcher, her passion for understanding the mysteries of the universe evident in every word.

Hours passed in animated conversation, their initial wariness giving way to a growing connection forged by mutual respect and shared curiosity. By the time they paused for a brief meal in the station's mess hall, Y/N found herself smiling more freely than she had in a long time, drawn to Keith's quiet strength and unwavering determination.

Little did they know, their encounter was just the beginning of an extraordinary journey—one that would test their courage, challenge their beliefs, and ultimately lead them to discover a love as deep and boundless as the stars themselves.

Chapter 2: Bonds of TrustIn the days that followed, Y/N and Keith found themselves drawn together by their shared mission to unravel the mysteries surrounding the observatory's recent anomalies. Working side by side, they analyzed data, brainstormed theories, and debated strategies late into the night. Each day brought them closer, forging a bond built on trust, respect, and a growing sense of camaraderie.

As they navigated the complexities of their respective roles—Y/N as a scientist dedicated to her research, and Keith as a pilot torn between duty and his own quest for answers—their connection deepened. They discovered shared interests beyond their professional pursuits: a love of ancient myths, a fascination with distant galaxies, and a mutual appreciation for the simple pleasures of stargazing.

One evening, as they stood together on the observatory's observation deck, gazing out at the shimmering tapestry of stars above, Y/N couldn't suppress a sigh of wonder. "It's breathtaking," she murmured, her voice filled with awe.

Keith glanced at her, a faint smile touching his lips. "It reminds me of home," he confessed quietly, his gaze lingering on her face.

Y/N turned to him, struck by the sincerity in his eyes. "Tell me about your home," she urged gently, sensing there were stories he had yet to share.

For a moment, Keith hesitated, his thoughts drifting back to the distant memories of a planet lost to him forever. "It was a small desert world," he began slowly, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "Harsh and unforgiving, yet... beautiful in its own way."

As he spoke, Y/N listened intently, captivated by the glimpses of Keith's past he chose to reveal. She learned of his childhood spent exploring rocky canyons and racing solar cycles across vast dunes, of the bonds forged with friends who had become like family. And she sensed the weight of loss that he carried—a longing for a home that had been torn apart by war.

"I'm sorry," Y/N murmured softly, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. "I can't imagine what you've been through."

Keith met her gaze, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you," he replied sincerely, his voice rough with emotion. "It means a lot to me, being able to share this with you."

Their conversation drifted seamlessly from one topic to the next, their laughter mingling with moments of quiet reflection. With each passing day, Y/N found herself more deeply drawn to Keith's strength and resilience, while Keith marveled at Y/N's intelligence, compassion, and unwavering determination to uncover the truth.

But amidst the excitement of their discoveries and the thrill of their shared adventures, a shadow loomed on the horizon—a new threat emerging from the depths of space, one that would test their newfound bond in ways neither of them could have anticipated.

Chapter 3: Trials and TribulationsAs tensions rose across the galaxy, Y/N and Keith found themselves thrust into a series of harrowing missions, each more perilous than the last. Together with the Voltron team, they battled rogue Galra forces, navigated treacherous asteroid fields, and uncovered ancient relics that held the key to unlocking long-lost secrets.

Through it all, Y/N's bond with Keith continued to strengthen, their trust in each other growing with every challenge they faced. They learned to anticipate each other's moves in battle, their minds working in perfect synchrony as they fought side by side to protect those in need. And amidst the chaos of war, they found moments of solace in quiet conversations and stolen glances, their shared laughter a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.

But as the stakes grew higher and the battles more intense, doubts began to creep into Y/N's mind. She knew the dangers that Keith faced as a pilot of Voltron, the constant threat of injury or worse looming over him with each passing mission. Their moments together became precious yet fleeting, overshadowed by the ever-present specter of danger.

One evening, after a particularly grueling skirmish that left the team battered but victorious, Y/N found herself standing alone on the observation deck once more, staring out into the endless expanse of stars. She couldn't shake the fear that gnawed at her heart—a fear born not just of the battles they fought, but of the growing feelings she harbored for Keith.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear him approach until he was standing beside her, his presence a comforting weight at her side. "Y/N," Keith began softly, his voice tinged with concern. "Are you alright?"

Y/N turned to him, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm fine," she replied automatically, but Keith's unwavering gaze told him he saw through her facade.

"You're worried," he stated quietly, his expression gentle yet probing. "About us."

Her heart clenched at his words, knowing he understood her far better than she had realized. "Keith," she started, struggling to find the right words. "It's just... everything is happening so fast. The missions, the battles... I'm afraid of losing you."

Keith's fingers brushed against hers, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I know," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But you're not alone in this. We're a team, Y/N. And I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes at his words, overwhelmed by the depth of his commitment to her and to their mission. "I believe you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the ship's engines. "But it's not just about physical safety, Keith. It's... it's about us."

For a moment, silence stretched between them, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Then, Keith took a step closer, his hand cupping her cheek tenderly. "Y/N," he said softly, his gaze unwavering as he searched her eyes. "I care about you. More than I can put into words."

Her breath caught in her throat at his confession, her heart pounding in her chest. "Keith," she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. "I... I care about you too."

Before she could say another word, Keith closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that spoke of longing, of hope, and of the unspoken bond that had been growing between them since the moment they first met. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, their fears and doubts melting away in the warmth of their embrace.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N rested her forehead against Keith's, her fingers tangling in his hair as she struggled to find her voice. "I never expected this," she admitted quietly, her heart racing with a mixture of joy and uncertainty. "But I'm glad it's happening."

Keith smiled softly, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. "Me too," he confessed, his voice filled with a depth of emotion that took her breath away. "I've never felt this way before, Y/N. You mean everything to me."

Their moment together was interrupted by the distant hum of the ship's engines, a reminder of the world waiting beyond the observation deck. Reluctantly, they pulled apart, their hands still intertwined as they faced the uncertain future that lay ahead.

"We'll face whatever comes together," Keith promised, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his heart. "No matter what."

Y/N nodded, a sense of peace settling over her as she met his gaze. "Together," she echoed, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm.

And so, hand in hand, Y/N and Keith returned to the heart of the ship, their hearts lightened by the knowledge that their bond was stronger than any challenge they might face. As they prepared for the next mission, they carried with them the promise of a love that had been written in the stars—a love that would guide them through the darkest of times and lead them to a future filled with hope, courage, and endless possibilities.

Chapter 4: Love Among the StarsIn the weeks and months that followed, Y/N and Keith navigated the trials and triumphs of their dual lives with grace and determination. Their relationship blossomed amidst the chaos of war, each moment together a cherished reminder of the love that had bloomed unexpectedly between them.

They stole quiet moments whenever they could—a shared meal in the ship's mess hall, stolen kisses in the corridors between missions, and whispered conversations beneath the stars that bore witness to their love. Each day brought them closer, their bond deepening as they learned to lean on each other in times of uncertainty and fear.

But as their feelings for each other grew stronger, so too did the challenges they faced. Battles became more intense, missions more perilous, and the weight of their responsibilities threatened to pull them apart. Yet through it all, Y/N and Keith remained steadfast in their commitment to each other, their love a beacon of light in the darkest of times.

One evening, as they sat together in the quiet solitude of Y/N's quarters, Keith traced the lines of Y/N's face with gentle fingers, his gaze filled with a mixture of love and longing. "I never expected to find someone like you," he admitted quietly, his voice rough with emotion.

Y/N met his gaze, her heart swelling with affection. "And I never expected to fall in love with a pilot of Voltron," she teased gently, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Keith chuckled softly, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "Fate works in mysterious ways," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

*Not confident in my writing but hopefully you enjoyed it.*

[arconinternet]

Natsuyasumi - kogane no kabutomushi o sagashite aka Summer Vacation - Search for the Golden Beetle (Classic Mac, 1991)

You can download it at Natsuyasumi.sit here; you can find the game's Japanese manual (and an alternate download for the game if the Internet Archive is still down) here. Important instructions below. I believe in you!

Instructions:

Drag the .sit file onto the emulated Japanese Mac desktop here.

Open the Outside World, then Downloads, then open the file you find and wait for it to be decompressed; then close Downloads and open it again.

Open the folder you'll find. Drag the six files in there onto Macintosh HD (they'll be copied). Open Macintosh HD if you haven't already; scroll and/or resize it if necessary.

Open Infinite HD, then Utilities, then Disc Copy (set language to English the first time to make things easier), then drag each of the six files from Macintosh HD onto it (since just double-clicking them won't work). A disk will appear on the desktop for each one.

Make a new folder in Macintosh HD (using the first item under the first non-Apple-logo menu) and name it anything or just leave the name there.

Open each of the six disks that appeared on the desktop; each will contain a single file. Drag each resulting file into the new folder you made (again, they'll be copied), then open the folder (scrolling/resizing as necessary) and run 'Natu key'. Click the white words to begin; you can click the NORMAL turtle first to switch to EASY mode.

If you can't read Japanese, use Google Lens, or on a PC browser, use Google Images via the 'Search by image' icon, and paste a screenshot (though you'll probably need to crop it down to just the text in Paint or similar first), then click Translate.

[rinniemybeloved]

Omg Heyy I just wanted to say I love your haikyuu writing!🥹 I was wondering if I can request kageyama, tsukishima and hinata (separate ofc) or whoever you want leaving lipstick lipstick stains on their faces I just think that’s so cute ❤️😪

[✦] - 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒

You leaving lipstick stains on their faces

notes : idk if u wanted headcanons or scenarios. Sorry if u wanted scenarios instead

warnings : MANGA SPOILERS, kissing??? Hinata's is kinda vague sorry

pairings : kageyama x fem!reader, tsukishima x fem!reader, hinata x fem!reader

𝐊𝐄𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

It was a prank. Tsukishima would have noticed straight away that there was lipstick if it wasn't. You were quite excited that this prank might just work.

Right before he went to practice, you kiss him on his cheek with a grin on your face. He asks you why you were smiling, but you shrug it off. Unlike any other day, he doesn't really take it into mind and goes to practice.

Literally the second he enters the gymnasium, Kyotani looks him up and down and say "had fun?"

Kei is confused. He honestly doesn't understand why Kyotani asked him that. He raised an eyebrow and answered his question with another question, "what do you mean?"

Kogane, who was listening to the whole conversation, bursts out laughing.

"Didn't you look in the mirror?" He can hardly get the words out, too busy laughing to see that his usual unaffectionate teammate doesn't notice that he has red lipstick on his cheek.

When he pulls out his phone from his pocket and looks at himself in the camera, the man is beyond annoyed AND embarrassed. Two emotions that Tsukishima didn't want to feel right now. He's gonna have a talk with you after practice.

𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀

In his case, neither Tobio or you noticed. It was really just an accidental thing. He was already in a rush, so he didn't care to look at himself once.

When he goes to practice, most of his teammates kinda just stare at him for a few seconds until all of them make a plan to not question Kags on why his neck is pinkish and just see how long it will be until he realizes.

Ushijima really wasn't up for it, but the others convinced him (random, but he's ushi so why not)

It wasn't that long until Tobio started to feel eyes on him, though. Whenever he felt someone staring, he'd mouth the word 'what?' But his teammates always shook their head to show that it was nothing big.

At last, he came up to Hoshiumi and sternly asked him, "What's wrong? Is there anything on my face?"

Hoshiumi looked around the gym a bit and then finally let out a chuckle. "Go look at yourself, dude."

Kags made a weird face a him as if he were trying to say 'why tf would i do that' but, when he actually goes to the bathroom and looks into the mirror, he finally gets it. There's pinkish-red stuff all over his neck.

Lucky you, he sent you a pic before wiping it all off <3

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀

This happened at a family reunion, so expect to feel second hand embarrasment

just moments before shoyo's mum opened the door, you gave him a kiss, knowing that you had lipstick on. You wanted to tell him and rub it off, but there was no time.

Shoyo's mum was already smiling when she welcomed you two in, but her smile grew when she saw Shoyo's cherry lips. She was hoping to see how long it would go until her son notices, but her daughter ruined it all.

Natsu ran up to her brother and hugged him tightly after months of not seeing him, but when she looked up, she started giggling. She didn't even ask him what it was. "Ewwww nii-chan, you were kissing (y/n) ?"

He was kinda put on the spot with that because didn't realize that he kissed you while you had lipstick on. So, he didn't really know what to do except turn his head to you and depend on you to answer.

Requests are open!

[autisticlancemcclain]

Keith is good at compartmentalizing. Always has been. Sure, he’s not always great at emotional regulation, but when the serious shit pops up? Under lock and key it goes, to be brought out only late at night when he’s feeling sorry for himself and wants to make things worse.

(Okay. His coping mechanisms could be better.)

(He’s doing his best, alright? Life is hard.)

But sometimes, his compartments get too damn full. His brain just gets so cluttered with shit that he has no boxes left to shove the hard shit into, and he just has to handle it. It always sucks. It’s always a million times worse than his late night freak-outs.

This one in particular, though?

This one takes the cake.

If one were to steal a probably-dusty manila file from the desk one of the social workers for the State of Arizona, labelled ‘Keith Akira Kogane’, they would see, clearly labelled, a section called ‘ORPHAN’. Under that section would be a subheading — ‘Death of Father’. If this person were to read further, they would discover that officially, according to the Arizona State Reporting District, Texas Kogane died tragically trying to put out a house fire in the line of duty. His son waited three days for him to return home before walking to the fire station and demanding to see his father, and was then swiftly picked up and brought to the Grass Hills Region Arizona State Social Services Office, and assigned a group home after speaking to a child psychologist and social worker.

That story is, almost entirely, false.

Keith’s father did die tragically and heroically in the line of duty. It was a particularly brutal house fire, and Texas did manage to save the family that was trapped, at the cost of his own life.

What the story fails to mention is that the house was, specifically, home to Keith’s closest friend at the time. The file also fails to mention that Keith’s father often worked long hours, and so Keith frequently spent time at that friend’s house.

The article fails, perhaps most ardently, to mention that the day of the fateful fire, Keith was present at the house. The day of the fateful fire, Keith watched the house go up in flames faster than he could comprehend. The day of the fateful fire, Keith cried for his father, curled up in the corner of a room with a wet t-shit over his face, soot covering his hair and smoke lining his lungs. The day of the fateful fire, Texas Kogane kicked open the door behind which Keith was trapped in a blaze of glory, scooping up his small-for-his-age son in his arms and rushing him safely out of the house, hugging him tightly and pressing the briefest of kisses to his dirty hair before rushing back into the house to save the rest of the family that was trapped inside.

The file fails to mention that on the day of the fateful fire, Keith watched his infallible father sprint into the house, and never make it back out.

Keith doesn’t much like fire. The file doesn’t mention that, either. (Keith knows. He stole it, one day, and read it. It had to be locked away in a little box in his head, too.)

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Space happens so goddamn quickly.

One day he’s chilling in his stupid shack with a couple cool lizards, dicking around on his hover bike and tracking some weird energy, and the next he’s flying through a real-life wormhole on a sentient lion piloted by a boy with startlingly striking brown eyes that he kind of vaguely remembers if he squints. And then that wormhole leads him to a real-life alien castle, and real-life aliens (he knew it, Keith knew it, he was right all along, his Pa was right all along, they both were —) and he’s informed by a real-life alien princess that he’s the Paladin of the Red Lion, the Universe’s Guardian of Fire.

And oh, does the bitter taste of irony flood his tongue.

He swallows quickly, desperately shoving the box closed, adding as many mental strips of duct tape that he can. He forces his face into a mask of stoicism (practiced to perfection from years of home after home after home) and prays that no one was looking closely enough to see the lick of terror flash through his eyes.

He’s lucky, that way. No one ever is.

He keeps that dangerous box closed as he frees a petulant mecha lion from a Galra ship that he navigates too easily (yet another box), keeps it closed as he argues and fights with the boy with pretty brown eyes (rival, his rival — his shadow?), keeps it closed as he fights a dictator and the dictator’s general and holds the hand of the same boy who smiles and says they make a great team. Keith holds that box shut with both hands as he nearly fights an alien who tries to take his knife at a space mall and trains with the man who’s like a brother to him, along with a brand-new team he’s supposed to trust with his deepest secrets.

Keith squeezes that box shut with every ounce of mental strain that he has, and then some. He grits his teeth and tells himself that fire is good and warm and powerful and life-ending and frightening and —

His bayard unlocks a blazing canon, flames sweeping out and brightly illuminating the stifling emptiness of space, burning everything in its path, and the box bursts open.

“Holy shit, Keith!”

“Yo! Is that a flamethrower?”

“Excellent work, kiddo.”

“‘About time you caught up, Mullet.”

The words are distorted, far away. His team’s transparent excitement fans the flames wreaking havoc on every carefully sealed box in his head, turning strict lines to ash and reducing his head to embers. His skin burns as bright as a sun, sweat dripping down his forehead, and smoke fills his lungs until he’s coughing, wheezing, choking to death —

He has no idea how the rest of the training goes. He has no idea how he manages to keep upright, with his vision swimming in and out and his hands slipping off the controls. He has no idea even how he manages to stay alive with flames licking him from the inside, burning him to a crisp from his bones out to his skin. He has no idea how he manages to land Red in her hangar, how he keeps from turning to ash in the pilot’s seat. How he manages to rip off his seatbelt with hands that have turned to burnt coal and rush down the ramp on legs that are simmering flames.

“Ay, Greñudo! What’s keeping you? You’ve been locked in here for half an hour, Shiro’s got a firecracker up his ass worrying — Jesus Christ, Keith, what’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Can’t he see? Can’t he feel the flames that lick up Keith’s skin and burn him up? Can’t he feel the heat of Keith’s destruction? Do his eyes not burn from the brightness of the fire?

How is Keith alive? How is he standing when his lungs have stopped working, cooked in his chest? Keith tries to inflate them, to force them open with clean air, but it doesn’t work, they don’t work, the smoke is choking him and killing him and there’s no Pa to save him —

A shock of freezing cold gently touches his neck, his cheek. A breath is startled into his lungs.

They work again.

“Smoke’s cleared,” Keith croaks, because it must be, now that he can feel the cool air trickling down his throat again. He takes large, gulping breaths, taking in as much air as he can before the smoke returns and he suffocates again.

“That’s it,” Lance soothes. “In and out, starboy. Your lungs are clear, yeah? There’s no fire, no smoke. Feel that air. In and out.” The coolness on Keith’s cheek spreads, following the shape of his cheekbone, back and forth, again and again.

Lance’s thumb.

His hands, on Keith’s cheek and on his neck.

“Y’r hands’re cold.”

Lance cracks a smile. “Iron deficiency.”

“Oh. You should —” Keith’s breath shudders as it regulates. He realises his hands are clenched on Lance’s wrist. “—you should eat more red meat.”

What is he even talking about?

Lance smile gets a little wider. It softens his eyes again, deep and brown and dark, like they looked after Sendak. Keith likes it when he smiles at him.

“I’m a vegetarian. That’s cute of you, by the way.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that.” It takes Keith a moment to process Lance’s other sentence.

This time, his face gets hot for a whole different reason.

“I didn’t — I didn’t mean —”

“Hey. Cool it,” Lance orders, tapping Keith between the eyes. His lips are still curved into a smirk. “You’re coming down from a gnarly-ass panic attack. The last thing you need is to freak out again. Keep matching my breathing, okay? You’re doing great.”

“Never thought I’d hear you say that,” Keith manages between his still-heavy breaths. The redness has yet to recede from his face, but he’s pleased to hear Lance’s quiet laughter.

“Yeah, yeah, Greñudo. Treasure it, ‘cause I’m not saying it again.”

Keith swallows, tightening his grip on Lance’s wrist. Greñudo. That nickname again, but it’s not malicious. Teasing. It’s the softest he’s ever heard Lance say it.

“What’s that mean? Grendo?”

“‘Grendo’ means nothing,” Lance replies, amused. “But Greñudo means disheveled. Messy. Slang for —” he tugs gently on the hair at the back of Keith’s neck — “mullet, like this travesty.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.”

Keith slowly moves his hand up Lance’s arm, from his wrist to his elbow. He stops when Lance’s breath hitches, simply resting on the smooth skin, but continues on when Lance doesn’t stop him, slowly tracing the lean muscles and bony joints down Lance’s bicep, his shoulder, his side, settling at his waist. Lance’s hands have stilled, but remain on his cheek and neck, cradling his face.

“You channeling your Gomez, huh, Mullet?” Lance asks, but his voice isn’t it’s usual barbed wire, but soft; quiet and stuttering.

“I liked Starboy better,” Keith says quietly. All the burning pain has quietly slipped away from his body, leaving only a soft, tender glow behind, like the amber embers from the campfires he and Pa used to have on late nights.

It’s not scary. It’s — warm, even. Comforting.

“I bet you do.”

Keith says nothing. He stays right where he is, pressed to Lance in three different places, the coolness of Lance’s skin pulling the burning heat from Keith’s bones.

“Are you always this cold?” Keith asks. It’s not what he wants to say — what does he want to say? — but it’s what he can manage, standing so closely to Lance, the quiet scent of his floral shampoo pushing out the smell of smoke caught in Keith’s nose.

Lance hums. “You always feel like you’re running a fever?”

“Yes. Worse since I started piloting Red.”

“Guess I’ll have to help you cool down, then.”

“Guess so.” Unbidden, a smirk fights its way on Keith’s face. “That would make us a pretty good team, huh?”

It takes Lance a moment to react, but then he does, pulling away with a groan and a smack to the back of Keith’s head.

“There you go,” he admonishes, “bringing up fake bonding moments are ruining the real one we were having. Can’t let things go, huh?”

Keith shrugs, but the smile stays out on his face. “Can’t let your lying ass keep getting away with it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lance says, rolling his eyes. He hesitates a moment, then darts forward and grabs Keith’s hand, yanking him towards the door as he power walks out of Red’s hangar. Keith stumbles after him.

“Let’s go,” Lance says, once Keith’s got his balance. He glances back at Keith, small smile showing the barest hint of teeth. “Starboy.”

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Unfortunate Circumstances (Keith x GN reader)

A/N: judging by how well this post does I’ll try and write more, if you have requests send them in I’ll write for all characters 🤍 and ships (klance nation I see you dw please give me something to write with those two) my friend asked for an x reader so this is what we’re doing first. reader is gender neutral in this one because everyone should feel included ofc!

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Needless to say… you were stuck. Not even just stuck you were trapped with someone you could never in a million years be compatible with.

Keith Kogane, paladin of the red lion.

And a deranged smartass who ALWAYS had to be right about something… no matter what situation, if you were with Keith, it was his word against yours. And being the leader of Voltron it was almost always his word. Funny thing about it though he’d never act so rude and stand off ish to anybody else in the group… it was just you…

On a normal day you could definitely conquer this man’s attitude but this was in fact not a normal day. You were supposed to be relaxing after weeks of fighting and working against the galra but the universe had different plans. Very different plans..

“It’s just a small mission, just gather some samples for Coran and then you’ll be out in a few moments.” You remember Allura reassured you, patting your shoulder.

You gave a very hesitant smile, and continued to stride forward to the red lions hanger. Better to get this done and over with.

How silly you were to have hope for once…

“It was one simple task! How did you mess up THAT bad!?” You yelled into Keith’s ear.

You were both sitting in the red lions cockpit, Keith in the main seat and you leaning against the inner console next to him.

“In my defense I didn’t SEE that ship there!” He groaned, head in his hands.

He felt embarrassed. Not about the fact that he messed up on a mission, but about the fact that he messed up on a mission in front of you. And looking at your tense figure with your arms crossed and a sour look on your face just made it so much worse.

You wouldn’t ever know in advance, but he held you in way high regards. So much so that he found himself not being able to even have a normal conversation with you. Not like communication was his strong suit anyways. But it was a lot more worse with someone like yourself. He never could key in on the moment he started having romantic feelings for you. Sure the thought would creep up into his brain but he would just shove it away to be unheard of again. Because why would someone like you like someone like him? It never made sense in his brain. So he made it his mission to drive you away so you wouldn’t notice how much of a mess he is… But in doing so it wounded you guys here. Red was down trying to charge itself, and here you were yelling at him while he wallowed in his own pity.

“Well Keith where do we go from here?” You asked the pilot, who looked at you with something similar to… shame? Embarrassment? Yeah, something like that…

“the team knows where we are, it’s only a matter of time before they come for us. But until then, I guess we just sit tight and wait..” he trailed off, trying his best to avoid unnecessary eye contact with you.

“Whatever. At least it was you messing up this time instead of me.” You shrugged.

“Now I won’t have to get yelled at more than I have to.”

He straightened in his seat. And looked over.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.” You muttered.

“No what did you mean by that? Who yells at you?” You sat in disbelief before giving him a slight look.

He seemed to get the message pretty fast and quickly looked away from you.

“Look- I’m sorry.”

You looked at him… “go on.”

“I don’t mean to take it out on you I just uh.. I just worry about you… is all.” You could see his face turn slightly red as he shielded it from your vision while you stared at him.

KEITH worries about YOU.

Well this surely was not on your bingo card this year. In a way it makes you feel sort of light inside, since now you can push all those intrusive thoughts about him hating you away… but also- KEITH WORRIES ABOUT YOU- and you’re being a dick by yelling at him for getting you two into this mess. You sighed as you started to walk out of the cockpit to exit the lion. Seeing this Keith scrambled out of his chair, running after you with a slight bit of worry.

“Wait where are you going?” He asked as he caught up to you.

The hanger door opened and you both exited the lion, you paused for a moment as your nose inhaled a new scent. One that you were definitely not used to.

You looked at him as you both stepped out, the coolness in the wind hitting you like ice as it blows through your hair.

“We need to talk Keith…”

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A/N: I got mixed feelings about this. But I just wanted to Drabble before I got serious about writing this into a whole parted story💀 anyways let me know babes JEN JEN OUT 🫡