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@atlasinvictus said: any HCs about keith's parents ?? UWU

✿ || Insu out here bein’ a real MVP bless ♡ Since you asked so kindly, here’s some cute and adorable headcanons about Keith’s Mom and Dad, as well as some whilst they were together:

★ Keith’s dad’s name is Logan Hayes, the dreamy fire fighter with a slight southern drawl and a heart of gold. The Blades may tell Keith time and again that he is so very much like his mother Krolia (fast, talented, quick thinking, a bit hot-headed), but Krolia constantly tells him how much he reminds her of his father, instead.

Keith likes to say he’s a little bit of both, as it should be.

★ Logan played the guitar and sang songs to Krolia, this song in particular being a favorite, and Krolia was genuinely confused and startled for the longest time. Galra aren’t musical people, and that’s not to say they don’t/can’t sing, but that when they do? It’s war songs (think of sea shanties, except meant to rally warriors about to go into battle and basically die for their people). She expressed genuine concern over the fact that Logan was singing to her, asking him ‘when was the war?’ and it took a long amount of explanation, as well as a ton of played CD’s and tape cassettes later for her to really grasp the concept of singing... just to sing, to serenade, to be happy and express that happiness to others.

And eventually, Krolia one day joined him in those songs, and together, they made rather impressive duets.

★ When Keith was a kid growing up with his dad, Logan would play country tunes almost all the goddamn time. Raised on classic rock legends and the bluest of grassiest of old-timey country hits, Logan shared in all of these with Keith and would blast every song loud and proud during long drives to and from the nearest town to their humble shared home.

One day, when Keith had been bullied over being the smallest kid in class, Logan had affectionately told  him ‘Awh, Keith... Don’t y’know? It’s alright to be little bitty’-- a statement that referred to this song of which he played for him afterwards every time Keith felt down. It was a sure way to rile a smile out of him, and the two of them sang it together happily.

★ Logan was terrible cook. So was Krolia, at least, traditionally. The Galran could cook things over an open spit, having hunted game and wildlife in the vast deserts that surrounded their home and cooked them over a bonfire she built outside. They shared in campfire meals more often than not, though when food was scarce, Logan would pick up something quick from town (fast food, take out, etc) and bring it home for them to eat.

The first time Krolia ate pizza, a single pie hadn’t been enough; The first time she ate burgers and fries, Logan had to go back and get more (or he wouldn’t have had anything to eat for himself). Moral of the story? Krolia has a big appetite and really loves earth’s greasy fast food, something Keith reflects in himself as well.

★ During their two years spent together, after Krolia learned of Logan’s passing, the two shared in quiet memories of the man together, bonding over his ghost and everything wonderful they could recall of him. Keith cried for the first time in years that day, and later that night when Krolia held him close to her chest (something she thought she would had never had the chance to do ever again since she had left him behind as a babe), she sang him the familiar tune of Leanne Rhymes as Logan had done to her those years ago. 

★ Logan would take Keith out to eat at his favorite burger joint and then have ice cream in town as a form of apology for his absences, something the boy always claimed to understand, ‘Because daddy’s a hero! Heroes have to work lots, right?’ The guilt still ate at the man every day, knowing just how much it had bothered Keith in knowing that he didn’t have a mother around (’your mom had to go and do something very important’, he had told him. ‘Is mom a hero too?’ Keith had asked. ‘Yes, son. Yes she is.’). It didn’t help that the kids in school would poke and prod at Keith’s personal life, children being unapologetic in their constant and personal questions-- ‘Why don’t ya have a Mama?’ ‘Did she leave you??’ ‘Your Mom probsly didn’t wanna stay wit’ya!’ ‘Yer Ma’s a bad Ma.’

“Does it upset you?” Logan had asked him in context one day, to which Keith, mouth full and smothered in black cherry ice cream, had given him a wide-toothed grin and said, “Uh-uh. I have the best dad, so it’s okay.”

Logan bought him another ice cream.

★ During stormy weather, where the rain would pelt against their roof and thunder cracks would rattle their windows, Keith would curl himself against Logan’s chest, seated snuggly upon his lap in the smallest ball he could manage while the man played guitar and sang to him. The experience made the original intention of such activity-- Keith’s original fear of thunderstorms-- turn and morph into something the boy looked forward to. When the familiar rumblings of thunder sounded in the distance, Keith would light up with excitement and sprint into Logan’s room, tugging the man into the small living room where they would settle down and indulge in tunes and the steady rhythm of heavy rain.